Born Of The Sea

Elias carried his mother back to the village, her blood soaking his shirt. By the time they reached T'Lala's hut, Isabella was pale and fading fast. Isabella's eyes were open and rolled back in her head. She didn't speak and didn't move.

T'Lala and Gesh met them at the door with serious expressions. They brought them inside and laid Isabella on a pallet by the fire.

As T'Lala examined the wound her expression grew more solemn.

"The admiral's touch was not just steel," she said in a hushed voice. "It was the Great Beast's power. This is a spiritual wound. It will not heal with herbs and stitches."

Elias's heart broke. "Is she... what do we do?"

T'Lala stared at him, so new to manhood and saw the eyes of a boy who'd lost his mother "You are the only one who can heal her. Your love."

"I don't understand," Elias said, his voice cracking for the first time since puberty.

Gesh stepped forward, face etched with sympathy and pointed to a small, simmering pot by the fire. "Drink this," he said, "It will open your mind. Then, take your and your mother's clothes off. Wet a towel with cool water, hold her as she sleeps, and follow her into the other world." Elias couldn't have been more shocked.  Gesh continued "There, you will speak to the Goddess and her son and take her blessing as her priest. she can grant you the power to heal your mother." He closed his eyes and nodded slowly, "You must perform the Ritual of Love before their throne."

Elias stared at him, horrified. "I can't. That's... insane." He was angry, scared, and overwhelmed. He'd watched his mother's life blood spill in the dusty cobblestone stairs of the fortress. Something no one could bear and now the only woman he'd ever truly loved was fading and his only option was some cockamamie pagan ritual! He would cry if he had any water left after sweating in that mad dash to carry his mother back to her home.

T'Lala placed a calming hand on his arm. "Do not be afraid, child. What we ask is not a sin, it is a sacred duty." Her voice was soft and reminiscent. "I remember the first time I truly understood my son's love for me. He was just a boy, no older than you, and he had brought me a rare, blood-red blossom from the highest cliff. When he looked at me, gone was his boyish adoration in its place was a man's devotion. In that moment I saw the man he had become and the partner he was destined to be. A mother can have no greater gift than the love of the man she birthed, kicking and screaming, into the world. It is a special and holy thing. Elias, your mother needs that love now to survive. She will thank you for it until the stars fall from the heavens."

Her words were filled with a lifetime of conviction and love and they chipped away at his fear. He looked at his mother lying pale and still on the pallet, and knew he had no choice. He would do anything to save her.

He drank the bitter potion and instantly the world around him swam with colors, becoming more vivid and each sound he heard intensified. His hands trembled as he undressed himself and then his unconscious mother. He saw her scar clearly for the first time, it was seeping blood. He washed her beautiful soft body, cleaning the blood from her heavy soft breasts and her wide pale hips. This is the first time he'd seen her naked up close, he noticed she had faint stretchmarks on her tummy, a testament to the life she had given him.

Finally he rubbed a poultice on her side with the terrible wound, a black, festering thing that seemed to suck the light from the room. He wet a towel, laid down beside her, and wrapped his arms around her naked form, her skin hot as fire as her body tried to fight the infection. He pulled her close. He closed his eyes and let the potion pull him under.

He opened his eyes in a dark jungle. The stars were bright jewels that illuminated the nighttime canopy. He could see clearly as if it were midday despite the only light source being the faint starlight. A thick mist surrounded him in a spirit jungle. He looked down at the soft warm earth under his toes  and there was his mother, her form naked and beautiful and her wound  was completely gone.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and confused, surprised by his nakedness. Her voice was soft and soothing to his ears. "Elias, my little Gingerbread Boy... What is happening?"

His heart fluttered and he knelt down to scoop her up into his arms. Her soft skin and warm body caused his cock to stand at attention immediately and it pressed into her stomach as he held her tight... "I'm here to save you, Mother," he said, his voice echoing in the strange realm. "Trust me." He took her hand and led her through the mist towards a source of golden light.

They emerged into a vast chamber breathless. Sprawling out in front of them, was a massive temple compound. Its jade and gold stone walls and walkways glowed as brightly as the morning sky. At the center, on a massive golden throne carved like a golden Mayan relic, sat the Goddess and her son.

The Goddess was a woman of about thirty-eight, her long dark hair cascading over a copper brown body of breathtaking power and beauty. She was naked except for strategically placed rubies. Pale green tattoos swirled along her skin from her heavy milk laden breasts that trickled like a fountain onto her stomach and lap and down to the chest of the powerful figure of her son a great and powerful god whose one hand cupped her massive, lactating breast while the other held a great scepter. They were magnificent.

"We have been waiting for you," the Goddess's voice was warm but alien to their ears. The sound l almost emanated from the world around them as much as from the goddess mouth. "The Great Beast, my former husband is free. He seeks to unmake time and devour the world. We need protectors. We need a dedicated High Priestess and High Priest."

Isabella was reluctant and afraid. "We... we can't," Isabella stammered. "It's not..."

Elias cut her off, "If we agree to this, to be your priest and priestess will you save my mother?"

Isabella stared at him, her mouth open, she was startled by his conviction and the implications of his question, "Elias we can't agree to any..."

Elias cut her off again, "CAN YOU SAVE MY MOTHER!"

The god smiled, a knowing, powerful expression. He turned to the goddess and said with a powerful voice that sounded like a mountain falling over on its side, "It would seem we have our new priest's answer," He lowered his head and kissed his mother's breast moving his hand down to take her womanhood, right there on the throne in front of them.

A wave of pure power and love washed over the mortals as the god's fingers entered her. It was a display of sacred, incestuous love, potent and overwhelming, and magical, it's force pulled them toward the throne. They floated above the ground and sat down at the foot of the throne inside of a circle made of lotus flowers opening and closing slowly as if they were drinking in the power.

Isabella looked at her son, the love and devotion in his eyes, and all her fear melted away. In her heart her doubts were replaced by undeniable acceptance.

They embraced.

She looked up at the beings of might and love as they kissed each other without restraint. She l felt the pull to her son, stronger than ever before, stronger than she could resist.

She said, "Elias, my son I will do this with you, I will love you forever will you make me whole again?

Without further words their bodies came together, and they performed the ritual of sacred sex that bound them as husband and wife and as spiritual successors to the old couple in the village.

The sex was slow and sensual.  Isabella and Elias were joined by their souls and their bodies. Isabella looked at the body she made, he was as godlike to her as the being on the throne. His hair was her mirror from his eyebrows to the pubic hair that surrounded his cock.

She took it in her hand for the first time and was stunned by its weight,

"Mommy hasn't seen this for a long time. Oh my, how big it's grown gingerbread...Man."

She marveled at it, its weight, its heat, the lines of its veins on the shaft.

She took her index finger and thumb and pulled the hood back like she used to when he was young and she'd wash it for him, revealing his thick angry red head.

She gasped at its color, locked eyes with her son, pursed her lips and spit perfectly, without her eyes leaving his, down onto Elias cock head.

She said in a slow maternal voice as she pumped it, rubbing her saliva up and down his long shaft, "There, now mommy made it all clean again, just like the old days".

She kissed him full on his lips, her hand tugging his dick as her tongue invaded his mouth.

She felt her body tingle. She was holding her sons manhood. He grabbed her breasts, weighing them. All he could say between gasps for air was "Mommy... they're so beautiful."

Her nipples were so sensitive it was like a relay straight to her cunt. It made her drip on to the soft ground they stood on.

She pulled away from his mouth and said, "I've seen you looking at them, I've always noticed you staring at them, since you were a boy. I want you to love them, they are yours, I grew them for your mouth and your lips and your tongue baby." Her green eyes glared hungrily into his "They have always been yours!" a tear ran down her freckled cheek, "I was just too afraid to give them back to you. I'm such a bad mum, I want my son to suck them again. I want him to taste them just like when he was a baby.

Elias couldn't speak, he just moaned and dived into her tits. He pawed the large pinkish brown circles with his tongue and she couldn't think of a time where she had been more proud of him. Her big boy, Gingerbread Man, loved his mommy.

Elias finished with her nipples and kissed his way down her stomach, tongue roving over the stretchmarks she wore, a sign of his passage, a testament to his birth and her love for him. He saw them, looked up to her, kissed her stomach and said with a stern manly voice, "Mommy are these mine?" She almost came then and there. He continued kissing tummy above her wild red pubic hair. His right hand shot up and fondled her left tit "Are these my marks from when I was inside of you?"

She bit her lower lip and cried out, "Oh yes baby, that's where momma carried you, that's your signature on her body so that she remembers when we were connected, when we were one"

His mouth continued down to her wild red bush, the smell of her was potent. The closer he got the harder his cock became.

He slowly laid her down on the warm dark earth. Her heavy full breasts jiggle wildly and parted to each side of her chest as she lay down and spread her thighs for her son to see fully.

"Oh Elias, this is where your daddy shot you into me, this is where your life began, it gives me so much joy to share it with you my love." She grabbed her tits and pulled them and twisted her nipples as she said that. "I want you to smell me, taste me, love my cunt baby. Love mommies hole, this is the gateway to your original home."

His nose was filled with her smell, the flavor of her was sweet, it was a heady thick cloying fragrance that made him swoon. As he inched closer she could feel his breath on her lips.

He looked up and said to her "I love you mummy" and dived in, taking her clit in his mouth and swirling it slowly, she screamed so loud she shook the canopy.

For what felt like an eternity they stayed locked like that, mother with her thighs wrapped around her son's head as he tasted her insides scooping out waves of her pleasure with his tongue.

"Wait Elias, my son, wait!" He stopped abruptly and his face covered with her wetness he looked up at her from between her milky white thighs. She peered down at him and breathlessly said "I need you inside of me again. I need my baby back where he came from, back where he belongs."

He smiled at her, his mouth messy with her fluids and red hairs from her bush and he silently climbed up her body stopping to kiss and lick her breasts again, he positioned his strong lithe form between his mothers legs looked down at her and said, "Mommy, can I go back home?" She raised her hand to palm his cheek and look directly in his eyes, "Mommy can't wait to feel her big boy inside of her make me yours my Gingerbread Man"

With no other words to be said, he positioned his hard red cock at the entrance of her womanhood, the pathway he took to life, was now his pathway to life again. He felt the tickle of her hair on the head of his cock and the soft wet lips that parted easily until he found her whole, she took a deep breath in and he sank himself all the way into his mother's pussy.

The God and Goddess looked on with contentment. Their power continued to  radiate into the two mortals as a blessing for their union.

Mother and son moved to an unspoken rhythm, a forbidden song that was a secret at the very core of creation. The seed sprouts from the earth his mother grows tall and strong, and spills its own seed into the very earth it sprung from to create life anew.

Isabella pulled her son closer as he pumped his hips into her, she kissed him wildly, tongues wrestling, both of their eyes dripping tears.

As they both came to the edge of their climaxes The God pulled his mouth from his mother's lips and called to them, his voice like thunder. "Go with our blessing! You are the power that can save your world from my father! As long as you are together, you have a power that cannot be denied or weakened!"

The Goddess kissed her son one more time and added, "My former husband will try everything he can to destroy you and your love, but you must not let him separate you. For as long as your love endures, you are our guardians, and the guardians of our Mother Earth herself."

Dawn's rose red fingers stretched through the sky over the village. Elias and Isabella awoke in the hut with their naked forms corded together on the pallet.

The terrible wound on Isabella's side was gone, leaving only a faint scar.

Isabella turned to Elias, her big, soft breasts rubbing delightfully against his chest. She looked into his eyes as filled with tears as her own.

"You saved me son!" she whispered.

"Mother, I will always be here for you," he vowed, emotion thick in his voice, "I'll never leave you."

She couldn't deny the new way she loved him any longer. She felt his rock-hard staff poking into her soft right thigh, and she welcomed it.

"I need it Gingerbread Man, mommy needs it inside of her so badly," she spread her wet lips open for his head to nudge her aching hole.

They kissed each other softly, smelling the tang in each other's morning breath. And he pushed himself into her, their bodies fitting together like a puzzle that had finally been solved.

They made slow searching love, the warmth of their bodies mixing.

Her breath against his mouth as he ground into the soft, tight, wet tunnel that he had pushed his way out of nineteen years ago.

He cried out as he came, just as loud as he had when he left her womb the first time.

She cried out with him, feeling the youth she had birthed, raised and made into a man, spill his essence into her.

They lay in a pile of sweat and musky scent, their souls in the spirit realm and now finally their bodies on earth have been joined as one.

They fell back into sweet sleep, dreaming of the generations of family she would give him in the future.

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Dawn filtered through the woven walls of the hut, painting the space in soft, golden light.

Elias awoke first, the warmth of his mother's body pressed against his own sacred and comforting.

He watched her sleep, her face peaceful, her copper curls fanned out on the pallet.

The terrible wound was gone, replaced by a faint scar that seemed to shimmer in the morning light.

He felt a wave of awe so powerful it was almost painful.

He had saved her, like the many times his mother had saved him. From the shipwreck that had claimed his fathers life when he was a boy, to the prison in San Domingo, she was his savior and now he had finally repaid her.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and a slow, deep sleepy smile reached her eyes. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep and their lovemaking.

"Good morning," he replied as his thumb gently stroked her cheek.

The world outside their small hut could wait

They lay in comfortable silence for a long time. Slowly tracing each other's faces and caressing each other's bodies.

Staring into each his eyes she marveled at how similar her new husband looked, what features he's inherited from her, and what his father had given him.  His cock must have come from her side of the family, because his father was no comparison to him.

"That was..." Isabella began, then trailed off as she searched for the right words. "That was more wonderful than I ever could have imagined."

Elias nodded, "It felt like coming home," he said. "Like every part of me was finally where it was meant to be."

She propped herself up on an elbow, her big warm soft breasts resting on his chest. "Do you remember when we were shipwrecked? After your father died in the storm?" Her voice grew distant. "We were alone on that godforsaken island, just the two of us." She took in a deep breath "I was so scared, but I looked at you, this tiny, red-faced boy, and I knew I had to save us."

I always worried that I couldn't raise  you by myself, in this evil world as a single mother. I was afraid for you every day."  A tear fell down her cheek, " To protect us I learned to fight, to kill, fought tooth and nail to win that ship, so I could give you the things your father couldn't."

"You did, Mother," Elias said softly, his hand tracing the curve of her hip. "You gave me everything."

"And now... this," she breathed, "This feels like the final piece. The one I never knew was missing." She looked down at their bodies, still entwined. "When you were inside me... it was the most fulfilled I've ever been."

He squeezed her tightly and kissed her on her cheek, "I have never felt anything greater, even when the midwife placed you in my arms bloody, and screaming for my warmth."

He slipped down and latched his mouth onto her plump nipple, flicking it with his tongue until it became hard again.

She looked down on him as he sucked her and continued, "To accept my own son's seed... it was like my body was welcoming a part of myself home. The one I gave life to was giving his life back to me. It was perfect."

He leaned in and kissed her, a soft, tender kiss that held none of the frantic desperation of the night before, only a deep, abiding love. She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I want to try something," she whispered.

She began to kiss her way down his body, her lips leaving a trail of fire on his skin. She kissed the hollow of his throat, the hard plane of his chest, his stomach. He watched her, his breath catching in his throat as she moved lower. She settled between his legs, her eyes locking with his as she took his manhood in her hand. It was already hard, pulsing with need.

"I remember when you'd take your clothes off and shake this at people," " you'd yell Mama and shake it at me, then you'd fall down and laugh and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world."

She smiled warmly, "It was your first joke." she murmured, "Now that I think back, I never told anyone but I was a little jealous." "You showed other people it, I gave birth to you, I fed you my milk from my body, you were mine." She frowned as she palmed it slowly, "It was our little joke, you shouldn't share it with other people... that's silly isn't it?"  a look of wanton lust in her eyes. "But now I realize you could never give it away to someone else, other women were just practice, they could only borrow what has always been mine, all of you is mine and I won't let anyone else have what's mine." She stroked him slowly, her touch both maternal and shockingly erotic. "It's perfect," she breathed. "I gave birth to the perfect cock... for me."