With pure primitive lust propelling the storm southward, Amber felt the tempest sweep downwards, destroying everything in its path, including her panties as they were ripped off of her body savagely and then tossed aside. Next, the fury of the storm forced her legs to be spread wide exposing the lush fertile valley in between to be wholly vulnerable to the storm's fury.
A wet, sloppy rain of kisses, fell first upon her lush mane of golden brown jungle of pubic hair. After floundering about a bit, maybe lost in the jungle protecting her now vulnerable treasure box buried at the very depths of this lush valley, Hurricane Jason fell upon said treasure box when his wild, uncontrollable kisses finally stumbled across, more by accident than anything else, the sweet nectar.
One taste of the sweetness was all it took to send the cyclone of kisses into a mad, frenzied passion. His hands, aka the gentle rain, moved around to her backside, falling upon the twin cheeks of her delicious ass, caressing it with infinite sweetness. Again, in a sharp contract which wholly turned her on, the sweetness falling upon her ass, was matched with equal and opposite intensity by a wicked and wild lashing tongue assaulting the twin lips of her moist pussy.
What the hurricane lacked in experience was made up by its youthful exuberance in eating her out. His vigorous tongue circled, dipped and lashed about all around down there before it finally found the nub of her treasure box: her swollen clit.
It was by sheer accident, rather than be design, the torrent of kisses falling upon her valley found the most sacred of her treasures. He knew he found some sort of treasure trove when she started to shake and moan with an unabated intensity he had yet to witness.
With her secret treasure found, and its location duly noted for future explorations, the intensity of the hurricane abated for the moment, pulling back from the valley, being replaced by a gentle precipitation of his fingers dipping into the lush jungle of pubic hair.
At first, there was five young, naïve explorers, i.e. fingers, blundering their way through the sumptuous bush of this fertile valley in search of the treasure box the tempest of the storm had accidently discovered. The explorers, virgins each and every one of them, this was their initial foray into exploring the jungles of that previously uncharted territory known as Woman, combed the tangle of soft, golden brown hair, searching desperately for the small nub of treasure.
Initially, the combined efforts of their explorations were frustrated, mainly due to their sheer inexperience, but then, the most eager and energetic of the explorers, the thumb, floundered upon a diagonal river of moistness, the banks of this short river were like a pair of soft lips, and following it north he was richly rewarded when he found the golden gem of their search: Mommy's clitoris.
Carefully, and with immeasurable tenderness, the leader swirled itself around and around the small gem. He knew he was maybe doing well when the whole valley seemed to shiver and shake and from above, past the flatland that led to this valley, and even beyond those majestic hills rising up north of the plain, came a soft moaning. It sounded like the cry of an angel from the heavens exhorting the leader to, "Please, oh God, don't stop . . . pleaaaseeee."
The leader, Mr. Thumb, being all generous, allowed his four other compatriots, Mr. Index, Mr. Middle, Mr. Ring, and Mr. Pinkie, all to take their turns stroking the gem with gentle eagerness, producing more cries from above, from that angel in the heavens they called Mommy.
"Oh God baby, you . . . you have discovered Mommy's secret spot."
Mr. Thumb took over once more as he swirled and circled the treasure with uncompromising tenderness while at the same time, he sent his most trusted comrade, Mr. Index down to explore that shallow river of moistness more thoroughly.
Dipping slowly down into the depths of the short river, Mr. Index was rewarded when he found a nice, wet cave of fleshly softness. Probing deeper into it brought more desperate cries from the heavens, this time in the form of some unintelligible moans.
Needing help exploring the newly found cave, the leader directed a second explorer to join in. Sending in the tallest of the five explorers, Mr. Middle, would allow the moist cave to be explored to the fullest extent possible.
Working in tandem, the three explorers found if the leader rotated itself around the nub, while the other two dipped in and out, in and out of the cave, slowly and with infinite tenderness, the cries from the heavens became louder and more desperate.
"Oh God baby, that . . . feels sooo good. Don't stop . . . pleaseeee."
Gaining confidence by the second in their initial studies of this once unknown cave, the eager young pioneers doubled their efforts to please the beautiful goddess in the heaven above them when a second team of five voyagers, replicating the team exploring the valley below exactly in makeup, was sent northward to try and find further treasures to plunder.
The five members of this eager, young team quickly crawled across the flat plain just to the north of the fertile valley in search of Mt. Saint Amber's legendary hills. Their efforts were duly rewarded when they bumped up against the base of one of the twin peaks of these hills.
Eagerly clamoring up the side of one of the hills, the five of them crawled all over the conical hill, stroking and caressing as they went, thus causing more soft moans from the heavens.
The hill, all at once was both soft and firm. Reaching the peak of the knoll, the explorers were justly compensated when they found a ripened jewel sitting upon the very peak.
When the leader of this team, aptly called Mr. Thumb like his counterpart down in the valley, began batting playfully at the mature jewel, eliciting more cries of unabashed pleasure to escape from the heavens above, the others quickly lined up behind him, eagerly awaiting their turn.
One by one, the four other members of the team, flickered across the ripened gem causing it to seemingly grow both more firm and more erect.
Delighted by their find, the second team of explorers sent a hurried message off to the first to come join them in plundering these ripe, luscious mountains.
The team below, at first reluctant to depart from the valley, soon received word a fresh, new storm was brewing just above them and moving in fast. The team heeded the warning and in a mad scramble departed from the valley. Hurriedly, they traveled north scampering across the tanned steppe, heading for the hills.
No sooner had they departed than the typhoon arrived in the depths of the valley. The storm, remembering where it earlier found the buried treasure, struck their once more. The storm began mildly in the form of a moderate sprinkle of light kisses landing all along, up and down, the soft banks of the short, moist river.
The sprinkle though soon gave way to a shower of kisses, and then a virtual deluge as the wind, taking the form of a flickering tongue, began to gust and lash out, sweeping down through the entirety of the valley.
The wind's wild, lashing fury attacked the short river, striking it with such force as to cause the moans from the goddess in heaven to resonate loudly throughout the quiet forest.
Up north, the two teams of explorers, each assigned their own lovely twin peak, worked in tandem in lavishing such attentions, especially upon the ripen crown jewels sitting atop the twin mountains, as to cause further moans of pleasure to come from the beautiful angel in the heavens above.
Back in the valley the tempest now was centered on the nub of the valley's buried treasure. The wind alternated between flickering gently upon the treasure and then lashing at it aggressively, over and over again, causing even louder cries from the angel above.
"OH GOD BABY . . . you . . . you are going to . . . made Mommy come," the angel shrieked to the blue sky above.
Just as the two teams of explorers began to fondle more aggressively their assigned hills, the monsoon down in the valley reached its zenith.
The wind, gale force now, jabbed at the nub of Amber's engorged clit, before the storm opened wide and literally sucked the treasure into its eager young mouth before assailing it again with a series of short, firm strokes.
Finding its treasure box being first suckled on, and then set upon with more adoring lashes from the wind, sent the angel in the heavens above shrieking to a wild, shuddering climax. Hurricane Jason, its energy spent, retreated.
The storm, a real one this time, had been building all afternoon and just as they reached the safety of the cabin the wind, previously quiet began to stir as the sky began to darken with a gathering of angry, purplish gray rain clouds.
Once inside, Amber propelled the masked Jason to the bathroom. "You need a shower hon and while you are doing that I will prepare us a bit of dinner . . . OK?"
He simply nodded his head yes but as she started to depart from the bathroom he reached out snagging her hand.
"Bring . . . me . . . keys . . . to car."
She sighed. He still did not trust her.
By the time he was out of the shower and dressed again a simple dinner was prepared for them: chicken tenders and fries. Wanting to add a bit of atmosphere, while allowing him to take off his mask and be comfortable, she turned off all the lights in the cabin after lighting a pair of large pillar candles on their small dining table.
Adding to the atmosphere she was striving to create was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Unfortunately, Amber did not pack anything overly sexy to wear to dinner so she keep things simple by wearing a pair of jean shorts and a snug tee shirt, sans a bra.
The slowly building storm held off just long enough for them to enjoy an uneventful dinner. Jason was, as usual, quiet, while Amber too concentrated mainly on her meal while only making a quiet comment or two along the way while downing a copious amount of wine. The wine was "just in case" she needed to be filled with liquid courage, allowing her to exploit any opportunity to seduce her "son" once again.
One thing she made certain not to do as Jason sat there quietly unmasked eating his dinner was to appear too interested in him without his mask on, thus she gave him only the most superficial of glances.
After dinner, as darkness fell and the rain started to lightly splatter against the cabin's windows, he quickly slipped his mask back on before they headed over to the sofa. Apparently, the shy side of him was fully back in control as he gently rebuffed her attempts to snuggle up to him.
Finally, not wanting to press things too much, Amber sighed before saying, "Well I suppose it's time for bed."
"Yes . . . Jason tired . . . but . . ." When he paused, saying nothing more she knew what was on his mind.
"I know you still don't trust me. I suppose, you could always sleep next to me in my bed hon."
"Mommy should sleep alone . . . Jason out here."
Sighing at being rebuffed once again, Amber went to the bedroom to put on the same white nightgown he spied her wearing the other day before going to bed.
After emerging from the bedroom she noticed he moved the sofa, angling it across the hallway directly in front of the bedroom door.
After he got settled under a blanket on the sofa, Amber leaned over to kiss him goodnight, aiming her kiss at his lips, but at the last second he deftly turned his face allowing her kiss to fall on his cheek instead.
Guess the boy didn't want to be tempted by his mother's sweet kisses before trying to get some sleep, her inner voice chided her as Amber shut the bedroom door.
Two Hours Later:
Was the bad dream causing her to bolt upright from the bed with a loud scream the result of simple fate, or was it wishful thinking on her part knowing where it might led? Regardless, the dream, in the end, achieved what she could not earlier: it got him in her arms.
Hearing his mother scream, Jason jumped from a restless sleep on the sofa and scampered into the bedroom.
In the dim light of the bedroom's nightlight, stuck over in the far corner of the bedroom, he could just make out her silhouette as she sat upright in the bed, clutching the bed's sheet around her naked body, shaking and sniffling.
"Oh honey, you Mom had just an awful dream. Can you hold me? Please . . . and this stupid storm is not helping. I hate thunderstorms."
As if on cue, the storm reinforced her fears when the room was momentarily lit up by a flash of lightning followed by the rolling boom of thunder.
He sat down on the bed next to her, stiffly putting his arms around her.
"You . . . are . . . shaking . . . Mom," he said softly in her ear.
"Yes, the dream . . . it was so bad. I . . . can I tell you. It might make me feel better . . . especially since you were in it."
She pulled back from him. Reaching up, she stroked the side of his face softly. He was wearing his stupid mask again as her hand bumped up against the hard plastic. "You were being mean to me . . . in my dream."
"How?" he asked quietly.
"We were arguing. I was upset because of your lack of trust in me aand your lack of trust in the fate that brought us together. And I guess our arguing . . . well it upset you and you started to chase me around the cabin with a large knife."
"Jason . . . never . . . hurt . . . Mommy," he replied.
"That is not true, honey. Jason hurt mommy plenty by not trusting her still."
"I . . . I want to trust you but . . . don't know how."
"I think the problem is me and you have not yet had a chance to bond properly as a mother and her young son should. We need to bond honey . . . here tonight . . . now. It will help you to trust me and it will help me get over my bad dream and help me not be scared of the storm."
"How . . . we . . . bond."
"First we have to prepare things . . . out there in the living room . . . in front of a small fire. Can you prepare the fire, make it small so it just gives off a little bit of light as I want you to be comfortable when you take off your mask."
As soon as she mentioned taking off his mask he started to fidget causing Amber to quickly add, "Look honey this is important . . . us bonding and I can't bond with you through your mask. The only light in the whole cabin will be coming from the small fire you are going to make so you know--"
He cut her plea off before she could finish when he, thankfully, said, "OK . . . no mask."
"Good. OK so after you get the fire started move the sofa back in front of the fireplace. Place it just on the edge of the rug and get a blanket out from the closet for us. Oh and it's important you strip out of your clothes baby. I'll explain why when I join you but trust me it's important. You can wrap the blanket around your naked body so your mommy doesn't see anything naughty though."
After a longer than normal pause, causing Amber to wonder if he was going to protest somehow, Jason gave a slight nod of his head before hurrying out of the room.
Amber jumped out of the bed, threw her nightgown back on and hurried off to the bathroom to fix her hair and put on just a small bit of makeup for it was vitally important her baby found his mommy attractive.
Roughly ten minutes later, the storm, thankfully, seemed to be dissipating for the moment, Amber made her way out to the living room carrying the two pillows from the bedroom. A cozy fire was going as Jason sat on the sofa, the blanket wrapped around what she assumed to be his naked body. She dropped the pillows on the large white sheepskin rug before settling herself down on the sofa next to him.
After taking a quick moment to compose her thoughts, Amber began to speak.
"Our bonding hon is going to take place in three steps. Each step is important but number three, the last step is the most important of all. I don't want you to get uptight about step three so I'm not going to tell you what it is until right before we are ready to try it."
"OK," he whispered. "Tell then . . . first two steps."
"The first step that will let us bond is simple. I call it kiss, kiss, kiss. It's simply where mommy showers her baby boy with dozens of kisses, unhurried, as a way of showing her love for him. In return, the baby, hopefully, will feel loving enough toward his mommy to return her kisses. I know we have kissed a bit already but this time . . . well this time it's going to be seriously important we take our time and don't rush things. Will this be OK with you?"
"Yes."
She took his hand in hers before beginning to speak again. "Now as mommy and her baby boy are enjoying step one, their little bonding and kissing session, they will, at the same time, be doing step two which is skin-to-skin contact. This is especially important for you hon, since you are an older baby, a much older baby, so it's important we make up for the time we didn't have when you were younger to enjoy some skin-to-skin contact. So you see that is why I had you strip off your clothes as there can't be anything between your skin and mommy's skin to impede our bonding."
"Is Mommy . . . g-going . . . to be . . . n-naked too," Jason asked his voice trembling slightly.
"Of course sweetie. I will be stripping off my nightgown as soon as we are ready to begin our bonding session in front of the romantic fire you made for us."
She fixed him with a sly smile before dropping her voice to a whisper as she said, "So are you ready to begin bonding with your mommy little one?"
"Yes," he replied quickly.
"Good. Then move down to the rug with your blanket and get comfortable," Amber told him as she stood up. She paused, waiting for him to get settled. Once he was snuggled under his blanket, and looking up at her, she slowly stripped off her nightgown, hearing him let out a soft, barely audible, sigh as her naked body was revealed to him for just a brief moment before she dropped down, crawling under the blanket next to him.
"Now we can do some serious bonding, hon," she whispered. "Is little Jason ready?"
"Yes, Mommy," came his quiet reply.
She snuggled her naked body up next to him under the blanket as they both lay on their sides facing each other.
Wrapping her arms tight around him, she pulled his naked body flush against hers. Moving her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "This is nice huh, skin to skin bonding."
He murmured a quiet yes as she brought her lips up to his. "This will be even nicer," she murmured back.
They began to kiss, soft and sweet, exchanging literally dozens of light kisses, their lips barely touching before parting and then coming together again. The minutes stretched out as Amber, in no hurry, showered dozens of kisses down upon his lips, filling the cabin's small living room with the sound of their smacking lips as their kissing/bonding session started to pick up steam.
The gentle pitter patter of the rain falling upon the cabin's roof, now mixed with the soft smacking sounds of their lips, created an almost hypnotic effect inside the small living room.
Amber slipped her tongue across his lips, finding his open mouth warm and welcoming. Twirling her tongue expertly around several times, she felt his cock stiffen as she pressed her lower body against his.
After several more unhurried kisses, she carefully nudged him over, and onto his back. Whispering in his ear, she told him, "Relax and close your eyes sweetie as we are going to do some real serious skin to skin bonding now."
Once he was in position, Amber lifted herself up. Positioning herself on her hands and knees over him, she slowly sank down until her naked body was pressed firmly against his.
Slinking back and forth, she rubbed his body all over with her own. She could only imagine how Jason must have been liking the way his mommy's big, firm tits was brushing so seductively against his muscular chest. Moving down, she allowed her tits to bump merrily along his tummy, stopping just short of what she assumed must now be his raging hardon.
Patiently, she worked her way back up before their lips found each other's again. Once more, they exchanged an excess of sweet kisses while she continued to snuggle her naked body up tight against his.
Not wanting him to become overheated, not just yet anyways, she broke off their kisses and pulled back. After casting a furtive glance at the window, the rain was starting to come down harder again, Amber rose up into a sitting position. She carefully arranged the two pillows behind her against the sofa before sinking back against them.
"Here sit up baby. Lean back against the sofa next to your mom as she is going to tell you about the third and most important step of our bonding process."
Jason eagerly positioned himself next to her against the sofa and once he was in place, she began to whisper to him.
"Do you know honey one of the best ways for a mommy and her little boy to form a long lasting and unbreakable bond is through breastfeeding?"
She looked at him, waiting for a reaction. He turned away before quietly whispering, "Mommy . . . no . . . milk . . . for baby. Jason . . . too . . . old?"
Amber sighed before reaching out and carefully running her fingers through his hair. "Honey, of course you are too old for milk from mommy's breasts, but something else can flow from her breasts and do you know what that is?
"No," he answered softly.
"Love . . . pure and innocent love. Studies show breastfeeding, while providing unbeatable nourishment to your baby also is, by far, the best way to strengthen the bond between a mother and her baby and that's because the mother is providing the comfort of skin-to-skin contact to her baby while showing him that you are there to care for them . . . no matter what, and no matter how old they are. Even big boys like yourself need the love as nourishment hon."
Turning slightly to face him, she pulled the blanket down to reveal her boobs to him. "Now relax and snuggle that adorable face of yours in the warm bosom of your mom's and let her provide you the love and nourishment we both so desperately need and want."
Not waiting for him to answer, Amber snaked a hand around the back of his head, pulling him down until his face was cradled in the nook of her one arm.
Feeling the need to further promote the wonderful effects of breast feeding, Amber began whispering to him again. "There are a number of benefits that accompany breastfeeding hon, but the bond that we will form tonight by doing so will last a lifetime. It's a psychological closeness that will help me show you that you can always find warmth and comfortable in your mommy's bosom."
Jason looked up at her whispering, "Mommy's . . . bosom . . . nice."
"Yes it is baby . . . and it's all yours . . . anytime . . . anyplace you want. Now close your eyes and open your mouth sweetie."
Amber ran her fingers through his hair as she leaned back and closed her own eyes. After feeling her fully erect nipple slip inside his warm mouth she let out a small sigh sure this bonding session of theirs would ensure her safety . . . for at least the near future anyways.
Jason eagerly suckled his mommy's nipples, first one, and then the other into his mouth. The next few minutes passed in a warm haze for Amber as she allowed Jason to patiently suckle on her boobs.
Of course, the pure, sweet innocence of the moment was not bound to last forever when, after a good two to three minutes, Amber found her son, in concert with the storm picking up in intensity once more, sucking more eagerly on her tits.
The sound of thunder was being accompanied by quick flashes of lightning just as she found herself being pushed back off the pillows and down onto the soft rug on her back.
She closed her eyes, thrusting her chest up for him, as he fell upon her breasts in an increasingly feral manner.
His tongue lashed at her distended nipples as he slurped passionately at her tits, while pressing his lower body against hers. The pressing of his body against hers down there quickly gave way to a straight out humping as she felt his massively hard cock being squashed down against her thighs.
Not wanting him to come, not like this anyways, Amber whispered to him, "Honey . . . you . . . you need to be inside Mommy so she can give you what you truly want."
Jason paused, pulling his mouth off of her tits. Raising up her stared down at her. "What . . . does . . . Jason . . . want?" he asked softly.
Amber paused before saying it. Reaching up, she stroked the side of his face softly. The small fire was almost out, leaving the living room in near darkness as she whispered the words there would be no turning back from.
"Jason wants what all little boys want when they grow up to be big boys . . . he wants to fuck his mommy."
He looked away before giving her a most reassuring response. "No fucking . . . Jason . . . wants to . . . make love to mommy."
"And that is exactly what mommy wants, what mommy needs, but first before the love we must satisfy your lust for me baby. You need to fuck me . . . good and hard, here and now . . . and then later on you will be able to last a good long time while you make love to mommy in her bed . . . for the rest of the night."
As if answering her, the storm outside, it was really rocking and rolling now, released its fury upon the small cabin. The whole cabin moaned and shook from a heavy gust of wind, followed quickly by the sky directly above being torn open with thunder and lightning.
Not waiting for an answer, Amber boldly twisted her body around so she was lying on her stomach before carefully raising her butt up in the air as she balanced herself on her elbows.
"Go on baby," she cooed to him, her words standing out in direct contrast to the sweet tone of her voice. "Rise up on your knees and put that big cock of yours inside of me. Your mommy needs it so bad."
The cabin shook again from another mighty gust of wind as the rain lashed against the windows.
Amber closed her eyes, imagining what it was going to feel like having that giant cock of his being shoved hard into her. She felt him first sliding his hands gently all over her butt, before he gripped her hips with both hands.
There was a long pause as she could feel his hardness resting gently against the entrance to her wet pussy.
When the moment of him being at her doorstep drew out, and out, Amber turned to find out what he was waiting for, and maybe whisper some needed encouragement to him.
Just as she twisted her head around and was about to speak, the whole cabin was lit up by a brilliant flash of lightning, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder shaking the cabin. Any words Amber was about to speak instantly died on her lips as the flash of lightning allowed Amber to see him--unmasked and very clearly-- for the first time.
It was then Amber saw unmistakably what so far her heart had been telling her, but she had been denying all along: Jason was her son . . . for real.
Amber married young, sixteen, into an extremely wealthy and prominent family. Almost immediately, she had Jackson Jason, or J. J., as she affectionately called him.
Some years later, her marriage hit the skids with her husband Jack becoming both physically and verbally abusive to her. Jackson watched the abuse being heaped upon his mother growing up, causing a deep resentful anger to begin to grow in his heart. By the time he was ten he hated his father. By the time he was twelve he dreamed of hurting him real bad, maybe even killing him.
At the age of fourteen, one day while watching his father smack around his mother, again, he simply snapped. As Jackson watched, his parents were arguing at the top of the stairs. He waited for the opportune moment before striking, and when it came he impulsively took it. In a fit of rage, he rushed his father and with a hard two handed shove from behind, pushed him down the stairs, nearly killing him.
Jack suffered multiple injuries from his fall and blamed Amber for putting the boy up to it. Wanting his wife to suffer, and using his power and influence, Jack made sure his son was charged to the full extent the law would allow.
Jackson, suffering from anger issues already, and with multiple fights at school on his record, was sent away to a mental hospital for observation.
After Jack recovered he really got nasty with his now ex-wife. Knowing she was visiting Jackson on a regular basis, Jack told her if she continued her visits something bad might happen to him. He simply wanted to hurt his wife in any manner possible.
Amber dismissed his implied threats and continued to see her son on a weekly basis, but soon after she faced the consequences of her actions when Jackson started showing up at their weekly visits with multiple bruises all over both his face and body.
The doctor in charge of his case blandly told Amber, "The boy is troubled and gets in lots of fights. He doesn't speak well and the other boys tease him about it."
"Well he had a stuttering problem when he was younger and it's come back ever since he came to your stupid hospital doctor," Amber angrily told the man.
Amber suspected her ex-husband was behind the scenes pulling strings. She was right. Jack bribed several guards who, in turn, bribed three of the biggest, toughest inmates of the hospital to do a number on poor Jackson.
Jack happily told Amber if she went and visited her son again, the next time he would end up in the hospital's morgue. Knowing just how mean and vindictive her ex-husband could be, Amber believed him.
The two of them ended up striking a bargain. In exchange for Amber ceasing all contact with her son, no visits, no letters, no phone calls, Jack would make sure the boy was protected. Furthermore, when he turned eighteen Jack promised he would use his influence with the doctor to have Jackson declared fit for release and only then could she start seeing him again.
Amber agreed. Jackson was fifteen now and ceasing total contact with her son for three years would be extremely difficult and painful but it was better than the alternative she reasoned.
The bargain struck there was nothing left for Karen to do but wait for Jackson's eighteenth birthday.
Unfortunately, the mean and vindictive Jack had other plans. After six months passed one day Amber received a phone call from the hospital. Her son was dead; killed in yet another fight with a fellow inmate. Then came the kicker. He had been dead for over a month.
Amber was naturally livid but her anger mattered little as the hospital told her they had been trying to get hold of her for weeks but she would not pick up the phone.
In the end, it was determined due to a simple clerical error the hospital did not have her correct phone number.
The grieving Amber received a copy of his death certificate and tried to move on with her life not knowing the strings Jack, using his money and influence, pulled behind the scenes.
The death certificate was a forgery. Jackson was alive but with the cover up orchestrated by Jack neatly in place Amber really was in the dark.
Just to add a bit of angst to the situation, Jack went and paid a visit to his son in the hospital for the first time since the incident. He told Jackson how he and his mother remarried and was moving out of the country. He told the boy all their problems were because of him, and now with him out of the picture they were happy. He advised Jackson upon his release, on his eighteen birthday, he should just move on without bothering to try and find them. It would be best for all concerned.
Jackson was left confused and angry by his father's visit. He didn't want to believe what he father told him, but yet his mother did cease all contact with him so it must be true.
Upon being released on his eighteenth birthday, a distraught Jackson, not knowing what else to do, went to his old home in an attempt to verify if what his father told him was really true.
It was no longer his home. An old couple with three dogs lived at his house now. Apparently, his father had been telling the truth. Deciding he would take one last shot at finding his mother, Jackson did the simplest of things: he found a local phone book and looked her up. He got lucky after checking for both Amber Evans, her married name, and Amber Smithfield her maiden name, finding the latter name with an address across town. After locating the house, and finding her living there, he started basically shadowing her while trying to figure out what to do next.
Even if there was no sign of his father, maybe he was away on business, an angry and unbalanced Jackson wanted revenge on his mother for abandoning him. He followed her up to the cabin with no real plan but to hurt her someway, somehow, and then things started to take some wild and wacky twists, and some nice ones too, while he kept his true identity hidden.
Amber's mind was whirling a thousand miles an hour upon her discovery but before she could even think to formulate a response one way or the other, he grunted loudly while shoving his full eight and half inches inside of her.
The initial thrust took her breath away while his follow up thrusts, three of them, quick and hard, sealed her fate. He was off to the races-- so to speak-- and there was nothing she could do about it now.
He gripped her hips tightly as he plowed into his mother again and again, a good half dozen times with each successive thrust being harder than the last.
After the briefest of pauses, he began to fuck her again, at a more leisurely pace this time, finally allowing her the ability to speak.
"Jason . . . oh God . . ." He was now fucking her like she truly enjoyed, hard and slow, but still-- she had to stop it . . . right? In between panting, she tried as she whispered, "Don't. Stop."
Jason on the verge of a tremendous orgasm didn't hear "Don't. Stop." Instead what he heard, what he understood was, "Don't stop."
Meaning, of course, she wanted more . . . just as he did. With another loud grunt he drove his cock deep inside of her-- hard --three more times causing her whole body to shake before he spurted a huge load of cum deep inside of her.
Collapsing next to her, gasping for breath, Jason drew the blanket back over his naked body as he curled up in a ball, his back to her, the shame of fucking his mother so hard gave him a profuse amount of guilt.
Amber too collapsed from the intense fucking she just received. Her mind was still whirling with knowing his true identity. Deciding maybe it might be best to wait until they both calmed down before she hit him with what she now knew, Amber pulled him into her embrace.
Holding him tight, she said nothing. Instead, she contented herself with softly stroking his hair before she dropped her mouth to his ear. It wasn't planned but the words just came pouring out in a torrent of emotion. "Baby mommy loves you so so much. You have to understand that hon, just as you have to understand I will never leave you. Ever. Again."
He slowly turned around to face her. In the dim light of the dying fire she could just make out the tears streaming down his face. It was then she knew, beyond a doubt, her son possessed a whole host of conflicting issues over what just transpired between them.
Deciding to concentrate solely on his tears for now, she didn't know what else to do but kiss them away. Her kisses, soft and sweet, landed amiably all over his tear stained cheeks, but it was her words to him, "Mommy loves you so much," cooed so quietly, so sweetly, over and over again, which left them both emotionally vulnerable.
With her fingers tangled deep in his long disheveled hair, Amber found herself involuntarily pushing him down into the inviting warmth and comfort of her bosom.
She let out a soft sigh when she felt her breasts pressing against his cheeks, and then another louder, more pronounced sigh, when he opened his mouth and began suckling so very tenderly on her breast.
"Oh baby," she whispered as she closed her eyes, allowing, yes her son, her real son, to suckle gently on her tits.
And this was the last thing she remembered before she, the wine finally getting the better of her, passed out with him still suckling on her breasts.
It was still dark, the rain having faded away to a quiet pitter patter on the cabin roof, when Amber woke up. Her back was to him now as at some point, while they slept, they maneuvered themselves into a tight spooning position.
Amber sighed deeply. His arms around her made her feel warm and safe and while she hated to disturb things as they were, it was time to talk.
"Honey, are you awake," she whispered.
When his only response was a gentle stirring under the blanket covering both their naked bodies, Amber tried again. Reaching back, she snaked a hand around the back of his head. "Jason, sweetie, wake up, your mom needs to talk to you."
He mumbled something incoherent before beginning to nuzzle her neck. It might have been fate, or maybe he just knew, but his nuzzling landed on the exact spot of her neck which turned her to mush.
She wanted to talk but then she felt "it" coming alive down there. Involuntarily, Amber felt herself pushing her ass backwards against his growing hardness, just as the nuzzling of her neck became more serious.
They kissed. Slowly. Patiently. It didn't take long for his sweet, tender kisses to push her buttons making what happened next a foregone conclusion. Reaching down, she found his hands, guiding them up to her boobs. He gently cupped them just as his tongue first circled and then dipped into her ear, causing her to shiver.
He flickered his fingers across her nipples making her sigh with quiet contentment as once again, Amber found her world tilting out of control.
Down there, she could feel his incredible hardness nudging gently against her wet opening. "Hmm I do believe," she whispered as she reached behind her to find his cock, "mommy's little boy has a serious case of morning wood going on down there."
It wasn't difficult to find, considering how big and hard he was as he continued to play with her tits. A few quick strokes of her hand up and down only made him all the bigger and harder before she guided him inside of her.
"Be nice and gentle baby . . . make love to your mommy . . . OK."
"Love . . . mommy," he whispered back as he carefully nudged his hardness deeper inside of her. Rocking his hips slowly, Jason made compassionate love to his mother.
"Oh God baby . . . you feel so good inside of me," she whispered while pushing back against him wanting to meet his latest soft thrust.
"A little harder baby," she whispered before twisting her mouth around. They kissed, tongues slipping in and out, as he started to push into her by the softest of increments just a bit harder.
Amber closed her eyes, a quiet moan escaping her lips as he urged his cock into her at a more frantic pace. She was well on her way to a powerful orgasm already when he pushed her quickly to the very edge. Gripping her hips with both hands, Jason propelled his cock deeper into his mother as her moans increased in intensity.
He found her moaning to be a huge turn on. Wanting to make her moan even louder, Jason began to push into her harder and deeper with every thrust using an even measured pace that fell somewhere in between fucking and making love.
A good half dozen deep thrusts later, Amber felt him shudder as he came, just mere seconds before she tipped over the edge herself.
They held each other tight for what seemed to be an eternity before Amber moved her mouth to his ear whispering, "Welcome home baby. I know who you are, maybe I knew all along and please just give me a chance to explain everything to you . . . over breakfast. You want your mom to make you breakfast hon?"
"Yes," he replied. "Breakfast would . . . be . . . nice.""I have a feeling, moving forward we are going to share a whole lot of nice things, sweetheart."
Amber climbed to her feet, heading off to the kitchen just as the morning's first rays were poking here and there into the cabin. Musing what the upcoming new day might bring, Amber began to hum quietly as she entered the kitchen.