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15: Peter and the She-Wolf

"Three Cheers for Pan, our Goatman!"

Peter heard as the crew hip-hipped and hoorayed and sung his praises. After showing up to the circus only three years after the beginning of his sabbatical, he was unsure if he would be allowed to perform in the upcoming season. The Mallard siblings, Maggie and Mario, definitely deserved his gratitude, seeing as they convinced their father to let him perform. Still, he could tell something was missing from the celebration. As he looked around at the table, Peter saw who that 'something' - or rather, someone - was.

It was Maisie, his mother.

As everyone continued the festivities, he looked around until he found Lily, his sister.

"Lily, have you seen my mother?"

"I can't know everything about her, dear brother. If you'd like, I could ask my mother-" She looked over Peter's shoulder and gave a sigh. "that is, if I can pull Joshua away from her."

As she left the conversation muttering to herself that "those two are just like a newlywed couple", Peter continued looking for his mother. He asked the rest of the Song daughters, as well as the Falconis. Still, no one had any real answers. Finally, he decided to check her room. Maybe she went to bed early, he thought, before he headed to her room.

As he did, he began to think about how his mother had been distant; she never seemed to focus on his performance, and would leave promptly after the show would finish. Did she not like my act? Why wouldn't she just not tell me? Why would she just... act so childish like this? He eventually made it to her room, and as he did, he heard her voice. Or rather, he heard his name in between her moans.

"Peter," he heard her say.

Does she know I'm here? He walked into her room, and saw his mother naked, with one hand on her muff, the other massaging her breast.

"Mom?"

She jumped, before she quickly covered herself with her covers.

"P-Peter!" She stared at him, her eyes wide with shock and horror. "What are you doing here?!"

"I- I just-"

"OUT!" She stood from her bed, still covering herself with her sheet, and, with her free hand, shoved him out of the room. As Peter fell, the image of his naked mother masturbating while calling his name was burned into his mind. He picked himself up and returned to his room.

"Peter, did you find-"

He brushed past his sister, not saying a word.

...

For the next few days, Peter remained silent and distant from everyone and anyone, much to everyone's surprise. Before, they had seen him be sociable and outgoing. Now, however, he remained silent, contemplating what he'd seen while the rest told whatever they rumored about him.

"Maybe he's working on his set for the next season," The Song daughters said.

"Maybe he's planning on bringing back a girl," the Falconis said.

As everyone continued to work on their own acts, Peter began to rack his brain around what he saw. What he heard. What he felt.

Eventually, he couldn't take it. I have to tell her. He went to his mother's room, where he stood behind the curtain. He thought he'd hear sounds again. This time, however, there was nothing but silence. I have to talk to her.

"Mom?"

Silence.

"Mom, are you there?"

After a few more seconds of silence, she answered. "Yes."

"Can... Can I come in?"

Silence. A silence that seemed to stretch past the room and swallow Peter whole. Eventually, it was broken by his mother's answer.

"Yes."

When he entered, he saw his mother, wearing her nightgown and a demeanor of shame.

"Peter," Maisie started, "Before you say anything, I... I wanted to tell you-"

Peter cut her off. "Mom, I need to ask; what did- what were you-" His exasperated sputters devolved into noise, until he finally asked, "Mom, what in the hell?"

Maisie silently hung her head.

"I gave my all each performance, hoping to find you and hear you say, 'I'm proud of you, Son', and when we'd finish, I'd wait for you to say something, anything. Nothing."

Silence.

"Well?"

"I am proud of you, Son," Maisie answered.

"What?"

"I'm... I'm proud of you, Peter." She paused. "I'd always been proud of you. Each time that you would perform, I felt proud that you had managed to convince Richard to let you partake in this season. Each time I saw you move about, I felt-"

She stopped.

"You felt... what?"

"I... I think I've said too much. Peter, I need you to please leave." She went to move her son out of her room, but this time, he stood his ground.

"Mom, I want to get whatever is plaguing your mind out of it, so tell me what you felt."

Silence.

"Mom, what did you feel?"

"I felt... love."

Peter's demeanor changed. "I... I don't understand; did you not love me before?"

"I did, I... I did love you, Peter; it's that..." Maisie paused to take a deep breath before slowly sighing out, averting his gaze. "However, this past season, I felt a love that a woman feels. Not a love that a mother has... for her son."

Peter's eyes widened as the loose pieces of the mystery began to tie themselves together in a neat bow. His mother's demeanor, and the fact that he saw her face flush after his performance, despite her rather passive role in the show before.

"Mom, why... why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to feel repulsed. Your mother falling in love with you must seem terribly odd."

Peter paused. "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why is it odd? Miss Song and her son seem quite happy."

"I... I suppose that you make a good point." She paused. "Still, I also thought that you would've preferred someone of your generation, like one of the Falconi sisters."

"Mom-" he grabbed her arms and pulled her in close. "while I do find them beautiful, I must tell you that you are the only one here who I think could live up to the name Aphrodite."

"P-Peter-" she tried to look away, before she felt her son's hand raise her chin to match his gaze.

"The goddess of beauty-" he lowered his left arm onto the small of his mother's back. "-and love." He leaned in to kiss her-

"Wait."

He stopped. "Yes?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Mom-"

"I am being serious, Peter; once we cross this line, there'd be no going back-"

He gave a smile. "Mother dearest, I've never been so sure of anything of my life." He kissed her, tasting her lips on his. Peter felt her close the distance, until the heat of his mother's body could be felt through their undergarments.

Maisie pulled him in closer still, and felt her son's own heat, burning her with a passion that she was too far gone to turn off. She let her hand travel downwards, before she felt Peter's member against it. It felt thick, and certainly larger than his father's. I know this is a line I'm crossing, she thought, but I just can't help it. She slipped her hand into his underpants and felt his member against her bare skin. She tugged and rubbed and massaged it, loving every second. I cannot believe all this time, my own son; he felt the same as I did; as his mother did. She smiled, before she felt a hand feel her below the waist. She gasped at it did, and she looked down. Her son's hand had not only lifted her skirt, but found its purchase onto and into her muff, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Her mind began to spin as her mouth grew more passionate and she began to moan.

"My, my, mother dearest," Peter said, as he split from the kiss to examine his hand, "one would think that you were a sea nymph, given how slick and wet you are."

"W-well, it certainly doesn't help that my handsome son was the culprit of my desires."

"Then, if we've already committed the crime of love, then let's indulge in it a bit more, shall we?" With one fell swoop, he picked his mother up, bridal style, before gently laying her down on the bed, and once more lifting the skirt of her gown upwards, his eyes narrowing with hunger.

"Peter, what are-"

His head dove and began to suckle on his mother's pearl, which had swollen and become a bright pink.

Maisie moaned and winced, her hands going to move him off, but deciding against it; her head pressing against the bed, her face moving back and seeing the doorway wide open. Anyone could walk in, she thought, as she felt her son's tongue trace her muff in eights, in circles, and in jagged patterns. Anyone could walk in and see me and... and my son. She looked down to see him, and saw the top of his head under her gown's skirt, bobbing as the pleasure he gave her growing. My handsome and talented son.

"Puh... Peter..." She breathed out, before she felt a shiver that forced her to grab hold of his head. Maisie managed to suppress a loud moan, though the muffling with the sheets and pillows barely hid her ecstasy. As her breath slowed along with her heart beat, she saw her son's head poke up from her lap, his chin dripping with her dew.

"So," Peter began, as he wiped, "how did I-"

His words were cut off, when his mother lept onto him and kiss him, getting a taste for herself in the process.

"That, Peter-" she grabbed the sides of her gown and pulled it off, revealing her bare, nymph-like figure, "was a cruel prank to play on your dear mother; holding her down, and making her feel that way. But I promise you that you will reap what you've sown." With a devilish grin, her head moved downward, as she felt the heat of her son's member grow closer to her face. Eventually, Maisie's face was on top of it. She burrowed her nose deep into his lap, getting a good whiff of his musk.

My son's member, she thought, his smell is intoxicating; I could stay here all day. She pulled Peter's underpants down and saw it standing at attention. My son; mine. She placed her mouth on the head of his shaft and began to bob her head. Her tongue moved around, licking up the juice of his seed that leaked from his bell end. It's so warm. I have to feel it... inside me.

Maisie lifted her head and adjusted herself to reach his lap with her own. She positioned her son's member before she slid onto it and sighed. She leaned in gave Peter a kiss, all the while, she bucked her hips, grinding the head of his shaft into the sides of her womb. As she felt her son's hands move over her, she sat upright, grabbed his hands, and placed them on her breasts.

"Doesn't this feel fun, baby?" She said between moans. "Doesn't it feel... good, to have mother dearest... ride your length?"

"I... I love it, mom." He caressed her nipples, which felt as soft as two summer buds, blossoming under his fingers. Peter could feel his member slide seamlessly in, out, and around his mother's muff, which was as warm as her smile. My mother is so beautiful, I could spend an eternity here.

Maisie's pace quickened, and she could see her son's face shift.

"Mom, I... I-"

"Give it to me, Peter," She said in huffs, "give it to me; give your mother your seed."

As Peter began to shift his hips, bucking against her, his mother's pace slowed, knowing she'd gotten what she wanted.

"Mom, that was..." He sighed as he gave a laugh.

"Well I'm glad you liked it, dear-" as she dismounted and saw her son's member, still still standing at attention. "But I think you still have some more in you, don't you agree?"

"I, uh... Yes; anything for you."

"Good." She shifted herself so that her rear faced him. "Now, I need to feel your mouth once more."

"Of course." Peter positioned himself so that his mother's muff stared at him on its head. He looked at how she was angled and pulled her close by her thighs. She giggled as she felt his tongue on her again.

His mind and heart raced as he felt the warmth of her muff, as well as sensed the smell of its feminine musk; a mix of stale sweat and fresh hyacinths and violets. When his tongue touched her muff, he was met with its deliciously sour tang, reminiscent of the Coan Wine his father would boast about from time to time when he was younger.

The thought of being where his father was amused Peter. How that scrawny man managed to have this woman is beyond me. Still, I guess I should thank him for helping me get here.

His mother let out a moan, and he felt her shake. In that moment, as she went to leave, he pulled back close, and stuck his member deep in her muff again.

Maisie gasped, as she felt her son's length shoving itself deep into her muff once more. The slapping of her seat against his lap began to drive her mad with ecstasy. This boy is going to break me, and I'm going to let him. I'll let my son make me his.

As she felt his shaft empty its seed into her, she smiled. And I'll make sure I'll make him all mine.

"Peter, I... want to face you again."

"Of... course." He pulled his member out of his mother and allowed her to turn around. He saw her face, sweaty and somewhat reddened, and slowly adjusted his length, until it found its purchase. He shoved it in, leading to his mother gasping. He slowly pulled out before suddenly shoving it back in. He began to pick up his rhythm once more, pounding his lap against his mother's.

"How... a-am I doing, Mom?"

"My, sweet, boy... you're doing wonderful."

"Thank... you." As he looked over, he saw their shadows. Where Peter's head had taken a rounded shape with a few sharp edges, his mother's shadow had taken several sharp edges. As he went to comment on it, he felt her hand move his sights back onto her.

"So wonderful, in fact... that I don't think I'll ever get enough."

Peter blushed as he felt his wick run out. "Mom... Mom, I-"

Maisie locked her legs in place behind him. "I know." She grabbed him by the face and gave him a kiss. In that moment, she her son finish within, her muff being thoroughly filled with his seed. The strength in Peter's arms gave, and he landed on his mother, who gave a huff of suddenly taking on her son's weight.

"Ea-sy, Peter-!" she said, laughing at how limp he'd gone and how much he truly weighed.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just... I didn't know you had that in you." As he adjusted himself, going to leave the bed, his mother's hand grabbed his wrist.

"And we're not quite done, dear boy."

"Buh-what-?"

Maisie's face went playfully stern. "Peter, I asked if you wanted to go through with this; that there was no going back."

He looked at his mother. Her breasts were so round, rising and falling from her heavy breathing, which she tried to stifle. "Can I get something to drink first?"

"Oh, fine." she let go and uncovered herself. "But bring back some wine!"

"Yes, mother," he answered, smiling as he left.

...

As the night became day, and the winter melted away into spring, the two would fill their hearts' desires with nothing but one another. And when the season began again, the rest of the performers were glad to see that Pan, their Goatman, was still as jubilant as the last season, both on and offstage. However, their dove, Aphrodite, seemed to hold herself with a new energy; a sharp character and wit that led her to - from time to time - join in the action.

"That was real turnaround," Mario said to his sister. "What do you think happened?"

"Oh, dear brother; you have much to learn."

#fauxcest #femdom #mom #son #Maisie Fairbairn #Peter Blanc-Fairbairn

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16: The Saint's Forgiveness

Nearly ten years after she left the circus, after she left her home, Magdalena was finally granted the warmth that she had been denied for so long and was met with a stench of the last month of the season; a stench marked by soap, clean sheets, and the shifting of dirt. When she arrived, she was greeted solely by her sister Adelaide, and while she offered food, clothing, and a fresh start, it wasn't enough. None of it was. Because of this, she'd only partake in jobs behind the curtains, never really joining in any of the events during the seasons, on or off.

...

Nearly four years later, and with little connection to anyone, Magdalena felt as cold within the circus as she did outside; even after her brother and her other sisters returned, she could never really connect with any of them no matter how hard she tried.

Eventually, it was another off-season for the circus, and another period of isolation, and-

"Hello? Anyone here?"

And a voice that she hadn't heard in a while. It was Patrick, her cousin Juan's son. She held her tongue as she kept still. I know I'll mess up; I always do. I better head to my room before-

"Aunt Lena? Is that you?"

Damn it. She turned around and gave a nervous smile, as she was met with her nephew. As he sauntered up to her, she was surprised by his strength as he scooped her into a swirling hug.

"Aunt Lena! I missed you so much!"

"Ah, I'm... glad, Patrick." When he set her down, she saw how much... taller, he had gotten. How handsome he had gotten. Of course, he was her cousin's son, so that was almost a given that he would be at least somewhat handsome, but this... this man, that stood in front of her; he was something else.

"I told you I'd be back soon." He kissed her on each cheek, leaving Magdalena flustered as she - for the briefest of moments - felt her nephew's breath on her neck. "So, where is everyone else?"

...

Magdalena watched as Patrick soon became well acquainted with the performers who'd shown up since his departure; learning about their adventures and their acts, as well as the gossip about the current relationships. He must be having fun, she thought.

One night, as she did her rounds, to make sure that everyone was in their rooms, she heard some giggles come from a room. Curious, she peeked in and saw how much fun he was having.

Inside, there was Patrick having sex with Juno, her sister. Her giggles were dispersed in between a series of moans and burying her face in the pillow off to the side.

"A god, Patrick; you're like a god!"

"Thank you kindly," he answered, huffing. "I aim to-"

He saw his aunt's eye in the mirror.

"-please." He shot her a smile, and picked up his pace, before returning his sights downward back to Juno, whose moans grew louder.

Magdalena's eyes widened, as her heart began to beat faster. She quickly headed back to her room and went to silence the noises that she heard, but no matter how much she covered her ears, she could still hear her sister's moans of pleasure that her nephew gave.

...

The next morning, as many of the performers made their way to the various fields to practice and rehearse, Magdalena was sat at her seat in the dining hall. She stared at her plate of oatmeal, which seemed to be the only thing she could stomach anymore, and all she could see was her nephew's toned, naked body on top of her sister's. As she tried to eat the oatmeal, the only thing she could hear were her moans of pleasure echoing in her mind as she thought back on Patrick slapping his lap against hers. As Magdalena placed the spoon in her mouth, the only thing she could smell; the only thing she could taste was-

"Good morning!"

Magdalena jumped, nearly choking on the spoon as she heard her nephew's voice from behind, before he placed his arms around her in a hug.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" She peeled them off, as if they were a skin of a banana.

He moved off to sit in the chair in front of her. "Oh, so you can spy on me, but I can't sneak on you?"

"I- that- I can explain-"

"Oh, no need; I'm just messing with you." He gave her a smile that seemed as innocent as if they were talking about his plans to read a book. "I didn't mind; after all, there's only so many rooms in this tent."

"I... suppose."

The rest of the breakfast was eaten in silence. As Magdalena finished her bowl and got up to wash it, she saw her sister leave Patrick's room, wearing nothing but his robe.

"Mornin', Lena," her sister said.

"G-Good morning, Juno," she answered, keeping her face straight and not looking her in the eye.

...

As another season began once more, Magdalena worked behind the curtains, cleaning pieces of refuse while she saw Patrick selling the tickets. His showmanship and the way he seemed to effortlessly talk with people; I wish I could do that. Magdalena kept her eyes on him, and practiced following his movements-

"What are you doing?"

She jolted as she turned around to see her other sister, Heather, standing behind her.

"I, uh... I was just stretching-"

"While looking at Patrick, I take it."

"Listen, I just-"

"Save it; I don't really care." She brushed by her and headed to the restroom.

Magdalena, embarrassed, returned to her duties, hoping no one else saw.

...

As the season came to a close, she saw how Patrick managed to get two more of her sisters under his spell as well. As she shared a corridor with them, she could hear how her nephew went to Jade's room, before heading to Adelaide's room the next month once he seemed to be bored of the former. She heard their squeals, sighs, and moans; she could smell the sweat of their passion, she-

Magdalena was awoken by the sound of a canary. She got up, and saw everything dark, save for a single light that peeked out from the bottom of the tent's curtains. It's probably nothing, she thought, just someone on their way to the restroom. She laid in her bed, here head facing away from the light. It wouldn't be as if Patrick would check up on me. Tears began to form. No one ever does. Not since I arrived; no one-

She saw the light enter her room. Quickly she got up and-

"Patrick!" She shouted, catching herself off-guard.

"Hi, Aunt Lena." Her nephew smiled and walked closer. "I wanted to check up on you to see how you-" he cut himself short as he saw his aunt's face, reddened by her tears. "Aunt Lena, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"O-oh, n-nothing, Patrick-" she wiped her tears and sniffled. "I'm just... I'm just having a moment."

"Well, I don't like to see you so sad; why the moment?"

"I'm... I had just the worst time outside of the circus. I was harassed, abused, and..." She trailed off as she began to tear up again. "I'd rather not talk about it anymore."

"I understand."

"Thank you." She sniffled and gave a dry chuckle. "I suppose things should be different, now-"

"Of course," Patrick answered, cutting her off. "I'm taller than you now."

It wasn't a terribly funny joke, but she couldn't help it. Magdalena began to laugh, which led to her snorting, which led to her getting the hiccups.

"I'm -hic- I'm so -hic- sorry, I can't -hic- I can't help it, I-"

Patrick began to snicker, which led to him laughing, which led to him cackling.

"Don't -hic- laugh!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Lena; it's just that-" he fought against his laughter. "-I was barely trying to be funny, and you're almost dead from choking on your own laughter." He smiled. "It's somewhat cute, actually."

Magdalena became flustered. "Thank -hic- you, I suppose." Damn him and his charm. She took a moment to let her hiccups die down before continuing. "So, uhm; Patrick, how has it been?"

"Things have been fine. I had a job as a newspaper reporter and as a fabrics salesman-"

The next few hours were spent talking about how his time in the outside world had gone; how he'd met all kinds of people. People, Magdalena thought, that would have had better lives than I do.

"-and next thing I know, I've made it back here."

"That's nice." She gave a wistful smile, before she got a whiff of something in the air. A smell that triggered a thought in the back of her mind. A horrible, disgusting thought about her and her nephew that began to move forwards and downwards to the front of her mouth.

"So," she began, futilely fighting her thought, "how have things been with..." she couldn't help it anymore. "your personal affairs?" She cringed as she heard the words leave her mouth. I sounded so gross, so perverted, so-

"Oh, are you asking about my sex life?"

Silence.

Patrick smiled. "Aunt Lena, it's fine; I don't mind you asking. I actually only started when I returned." Noting his aunt's interest, he continued. "The women on the outside were... interesting, for sure. Still none of them could compare to the beauty of the women here." He smiled. "back home."

"Oh." She paused, examining her nephew's face, which held a wholesome appearance that seemed to hold no ill intention. "Does... does that include me?" She braced for the resounding 'no' that she knew awaited her. No one would ever think of me as a beauty, especially not someone as handsome as-

"Of course, Aunt Lena; why wouldn't it?"

Patrick? She locked eyes with him. Still, she looked at him, and once again, there was nothing of ill will that she could see. Nothing that she could smell. She smiled and leaned in for a hug. "Thank you, Patrick; you have no idea how much those words mean to me and that you've said them."

"You're welcome, Aunt-"

"Oh, Patrick, it's fine-" she removed herself from the hug. "You can just call me Lena; I think I'm only 10 years older than you, anyhow."

"You're welcome... Lena." He smiled as he wiped a small tear that had begun to form in his aunt's eye. "I'm sorry if I ever made you think I never thought about you-"

"No, no, Patrick; you don't have to apologize, I just..." She gave a smile. "I'm just glad to hear it."

"Then, I'll be glad to continue saying it-" he gently grabbed his aunt's face by the chin and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "-as long as you need it."

At that moment, Magdalena couldn't take it anymore. Her legs, which had been crossed underneath her, pushed her forward, and her lips, which had been quivering, planted themselves on Patrick's. His perfectly tasty lips. His-

Horrified when she realized what she did, she jolted back before she froze. She saw Patrick's face, wide-eyed and mouth agape. I shouldn't have done that. I should NOT have dont that; now he'll tell everyone how much of a perverted pig I truly am-

"Heh."

She looked at her... at Patrick, and how he began to smile. The corners of his mouth began to curl, and his eyes began to narrow. In the air, Magdalena began to pick up a smell. It smelled rotten, like... like...

It was the oddest thing, that as soon as she realized there was a smell, it had vanished. She looked at Patrick and she saw. She saw how close he'd gotten and how dark the room was past the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me; I just-"

Her words were cut short as she felt his lips on her once more. She quickly moved away.

"Patrick-"

"Lena, I'm glad that you've broken the ice."

"Broken- Patrick, what the hell do you mean, 'break the ice'?"

"I wanted to see how long it would take to show the interest I knew you had in me, and you that finally managed to-" he started to move closer.

"Wait, wait wait; what about the others?!"

"Oh, Juno was fine, but she was also a bit... inexperienced." He creased his mouth in a form of frown. "As were Jade-" he inched closer. "-and Adelaide."

Magdalena continued to move backward until she was ready to fall off the bed. "b-but I'm... I'm no one; you have so much potential and I-"

"Have experience." He reached a hand to her face. "Magdalena, I want you. I've wanted you this whole time, and now that I have you, I wanted to start a... little test."

Before she could protest, she gasped as she felt something rub her muff. She looked down and saw Patrick's other hand finding its purchase in between her legs.

"What... kind of... test?" She said, holding back the urge to moan.

"Well, I wanted to test-" his fingers began to slide into her. "how far I could get with my favorite aunt."

"I- hah- W-well, I- hnng-" Magdalena struggled to form words as her nephew's perfectly long fingers slid deeper in her, rubbing her insides and turning her thoughts to mush. Her gaze was brought up by his free hand, until her eyes met his. Despite all that had happened, Patrick's eyes seemed innocent, and he gave no scent of ill intention. His smile, however, had warped into a horrifyingly sensual grin. Her body tensed as he leaned into her ear.

"I've thought about bending you over and making you scream ever since my return," he whispered. "However, since everyone else is fast asleep, and we won't want to have any prying eyes coming in, I ask for your discretion." He moved back and met his aunt's gaze again. "You can do that for me, can't you?"

"Hnnye... yyesss..."

He smiled. "Good girl." He removed his hand and moved back. "Lie down."

Terrified, Magdalena did as she was ordered, and adjusted herself so that she'd be able to lie down on her bed. In that time, Patrick had removed his pants, revealing his length, which seemed to pulse in the time of a heartbeat. He crawled over his aunt, his body's heat emanating and burning her, as her heart seemed to beat so hard it might as well have jumped out of her chest. She felt her nephew against her muff, teasing her, massaging her, ru-

She felt him enter her suddenly with a thrust, and she felt his lap hit hers. She gasped and looked down. Her nephew Patrick; her cousin's son. He had stuck his member inside her muff. Hers. He put his member... in me...

"You're terrible, Lena."

She looked back up at him, and she saw him frown. It wasn't a deep frown; it was the type of frown a child would have, if he were told he wouldn't get his candy yet.

"Wh-why?" she asked, trembling.

"For thinking so low of me." Patrick began to pull his member out, before he shoved it back in, the feeling of it accented by the clap of his lap against Magdalena's." For thinking that I could ever forget you." He pulled out halfway and again; clap. "For making me wait so long." He pulled out halfway. Clap. "For thinking so little about yourself." His rhythm began to pick up as the look in his eyes finally began to harden. "I think you ought to be punished for that."

"I'm... sor-rry; I thought- hgaa!" I am terrible, she thought, letting the son of my cousin take advantage of me like this. Letting myself LIKE it. Stealing him away from his potential. She struggled to say anything. "The... others..."

"What about them?" he asked, not breaking his rhythm or eye contact with his aunt.

Nothing but silent moans and squeaks came from Magdalena as she tried her best to not scream out in her pained ecstasy.

"Did you think I'd let the others make me forget you?"

"Uuuhhhh... Hu-"

Patrick covered her mouth and picked up his speed, the rhythm sounding like the pistons of a train leaving the station.

"They may all be mine, but I'm all yours."

Magdalena felt her mind go blank as his member continued to pound away at her, her eyes only having enough energy to look into her nephew's. She saw into his beautifully brown eyes and - to her horror - realized that there was no innocence to his gaze. There was no light. She realized that what she saw was, in fact, her own reflection. As she went to say something, his mouth landed on hers once more, and she felt his hot seed fill her. As his rhythm slowed, Magdalena's mind began to clear. Oh god, I've just... I've just had sex, with Patrick. I've... I've...

As her head continued to clear, the room seemed to lighten. Her body felt lighter, and-

I feel good. I feel great. I feel wonderful... this is not normal. I know this isn't normal, but... I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders, that I can move myself. As she continued to center herself to the moment, she saw Patrick. Beautifully, disgustingly, handsomely innocent Patrick. Her charming nephew. She looked down and saw his member still within her muff. The horror of the moment, while still somewhat present, had mostly subsided. I need to have a talk with him.

"Puh... Patrick..." she managed to say, as she caught her breath.

"Yes, Lena?"

"I don't... I don't think we should- that you should have done that."

"Why?" He asked, his face as innocent as the day he returned from outside. "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-"

She saw. She saw who she had become. She saw the perverted mess her nephew-

No. No, it wasn't his fault. Magdalena had always been a pervert, who lusted after her nephew. She knew, since the day that he left from the day Patrick returned. She was just... too blind from her own solitude to realize. It was now that she realized that he was the only one who understood her. Who understood how truly disgusting she was. Who... Who cared for her. Who even acknowledged her. Who loved her.

"...no." She answered. The moment was silent as Patrick let his aunt understand her answer. "No, there was nothing wrong."

He smiled. "Can I continue?"

"Only if you forgive me," she answered.

"Of course I forgive, you; after all, you always were my favorite aunt." He gently pushed his length back into her. "Always kind, and caring, and wonderful, and I want to show you my gratitude."

Patrick rhythm continued at a slow pace, as his eyes darted around his aunt's face. I finally have her, he thought. I have this poor, sweet, woman under my thumb. He leaned in and kissed her, her lips hot with her breath, which grew heavier, as she began to give in to her sin. His hands, which were growing impatient, moved him back and took off his shirt, before he pulled his aunt up from lying down.

"I need to feel you." He removed her nightgown, which had already begun to reek of their sin, and Magdalena felt a chill hit her naked body. She covered herself-

"Oh, Lena, dear; you don't have to cover." Patrick grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her down, revealing her breasts, full and round, much like the forbidden fruit of the garden of Eden. "Not since I'll keep you nice-" he let go to stick himself in before swifty landing on her. "-and warm." his bare chest landed on his aunt's, as her moans filled the air. He quickly covered her mouth again with his, savoring each moment with her.

"P-Patrick," Magdalena managed to utter under his mouth, which - to her - tasted like a sweet wine, "can I ask a fuh... favor?"

"What is it, Lena?" he stopped, and moved slightly back, his eyes darting around her face.

"Can... can you call me Aunt Lena again?"

Silence.

"Patrick?"

Clap. Magdalena gave a slight gasp, as his hips shoved his length into her again.

"Puh - Ahn - Pat...rick..."

"Anything for you... Aunt Lena." His rhythm began to pick up. "I am glad... that you want... to hear that it's me... your nephew... that has you here."

"Yes... it's what-" she paused to take a breath, when she felt something wet on her breast. She looked down to see Patrick's mouth had found its purchase there. She gave a small laugh, before she began to moan, feeling his perfect tongue massage her nipple around in his mouth.

"Puh... Patrick..."

He hmmed as he kept suckling on her breast, lost in its perfect feel in his mouth.

"I want to hear you call me Aunt Lena again."

"Aunt Lena-" He kissed her breast. "Aunt Lena-" He kissed her other breast, and-

"Aunt Lena." He stared into her eyes before he kissed her again, his rhythm speeding up more and more. "I love making you mine. I love being yours." He finally gave one final shove before Magdalena's muff was full of his seed. "And I love this."

"And I love you." She put her hand against his cheek. "My wonderful nephew. You've made me feel wanted."

"And you just say the words, Aunt Lena, and I'll be there."

...

As the night became dawn, Magdalena's sisters were surprised as they saw her wear a brighter smile than she'd ever had since her return to the circus. The bigger surprise was when - out of everyone there - she managed to be the first one to seduce Marvin Mallard, the ringmaster's son, upon his return, and while their time together was short lived - much like her time with Oran, Marvin's brother - she was able to handle the loss, thanks to Patrick.

...

After another successful season, Magdalena's room was all but quiet as Patrick was making quick work of turning her into mush.

"What was that, Aunt Lena?"

"I'm... so... sooo-ryyy!"

"Sorry? For what?

"For... ngaa!" She felt a shock run through her whole body.

"I couldn't hear you, Aunt Lena." He leaned into her ear. "Tell me; what are you sorry for?"

"For... hah, hah... being such a perverted woman."

"Oh, silly girl; I forgive you." He wrapped his arms around his aunt, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I always do."

She returned to give him a kiss on the lips. "thank you, my love."

#fauxcest #the whore and saint #auntie #nephew #Magdalena Ramirez-Falconi #Patrick Sanchez-Fairbairn

[under-the-tent]

14: The Swan's Son

Seven years.

It had been seven years since Joshua had been back home.

Seven long, grueling years since he had turned eighteen and began his traditional sabbatical away from the circus. However, up until then, he had never truly felt as though he was comfortable; that he belonged anywhere. When he stepped inside the tent, he was immediately greeted by the warmth of the last month of the off-season. Upon further inspection, he noticed a few things that had changed. The tent was definitely larger, and from what he could tell, most of sisters had returned, with Maggie, one of his older sisters, practicing-

"Joshua!"

He turned around to see who had called him. His mother, Tiana, strode over to him with a stern look. "Son, didn't I tell you to write before you came back?!"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I kind of got lost-"

His words were cut off by his mother's sudden embrace. "Ugh, it's fine; all that matter is that you're here now, safe and sound!" She lifted her head from the hug and gazed into her son's face.

Joshua smiled. "Thank you, Mom."

"Come! Your sisters cannot wait to know how things have been for you." She called out into the circus tent for the sisters to join them in her room. By the time Tiana and Joshua reached her room, he saw his sisters sitting in a round in their mother's bed, ready to hear their brother's stories about what had happened to him and what he had been up to in the last seven years.

The night went on as Joshua told all he could - what jobs he had, what possible acts he could do in the spring season - and he tried to answer all their questions to the best of his ability, but when all was said and done, his sisters, satisfied with the reunion, left the room and headed back to their own, leaving their brother and mother behind. As he saw the last sister leave, Joshua moved to his mother.

"Thank you, Mom, for receiving me." He wrapped his arms around her, her head nestling into the crook of his neck.

"Of course, Joshua; you were always my favorite son."

"Mother, I am your only son-"

"But not my only child!" She lifted her head and gave him a playfully stern look. "If I could've given you a brother, I'd still have you as my favorite." She grabbed him by the sides of his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't you ever forget that."

He wore a wistful gaze as he smiled. "Thank you, Mom."

"You're very welcome, Son." She began to yawn. "Well, it's getting late-" She removed herself from the hug and motioned him toward the exit. "-and I should remind you that you still need to put your act together for next season."

"Okay, Mom; goodnight." with that, Joshua walked out, his mother watching him leave.

...

After the season was over, and everyone was celebrating another successful season, Joshua practiced his lines for his part of his act; however, as he went over them time and time again, he felt as though something was still missing-

"Got you!"

His mother's hands on the sides of his torso caught him off-guard and he seemed to jolt a half-foot off the ground as he yelped. As he spun around to reprimand her for it, Joshua was quickly distracted by her nightgown. Perhaps it was how they were alone, or how the light of the lamp hit her just right, but something about his mother seemed... different. After a few seconds, he managed to pull himself back to the moment.

"Mother!" Joshua shouted in a whisper. "You can't startle me like that!"

"Oh, lighten up, dear; It was a harmless joke." She gave a giggle before she gave him a look. "If I'd been one of your little girlfriends, you wouldn't have been so angry."

The room soon filled up with a silence that Tiana expected to carry his response. Instead, she saw her son's face turn to stone.

"Joshua-" She approached him. "You do have a girlfriend, don't you?"

The new silence was louder still.

"Son?" She touched his arm.

"No, Mom."

"No? Why not? What have you been doing these last seven years?"

"Work, mostly; the newspaper, the map-making-"

"Yes; you told your sisters that." She faced him and met his sights. "Joshua, what's going on?"

"I... can't."

Tiana raised her brow. "Can't, what?"

"I can't get a girlfriend, Mom." His demeanor changed. "Every time that I would try to get a girlfriend, I would always get cold feet, clam up, and not do anything." His eyes began to water, and the look in them resembled the look of a scolded puppy with its tail between its legs. He broke eye contact. "It's just as well; none of them would have given me the time of day, anyway."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." Tiana closed the gap between them and gave him a hug. "It's okay; you don't have to worry about those mean girls anymore." She petted her son's head while he placed it in the crook of her neck. "You're back home , safe and sound with your-"

Her thoughts were cut off when she felt something poke her. She looked down and saw her son's member sticking out the waistband of his underpants.

"Oh, my~" Her eyes widened as she blushed.

Joshua quickly looked down, saw what his mother was looking at, cursed, and quickly backed away. "I'm sorry, Mom; I didn't mean to-"

"No, Son; it's... it's fine." Tiana began to back out, before turning and leaving.

...

That night, as Joshua went to bed, he began to dream. He dreamt of all of the adventures he'd told his sisters about, all the sights he'd seen and the people he met, until he reached a door. When he opened it, he saw the figure of a woman. Her face was beautiful, though he couldn't place it. She grabbed him by the sides of his face and kissed his mouth, before leaning in closer to whisper something in his ear. At that moment, he heard the call of a rooster. He jolted upright and found he had awoken in the middle of the day. He got up from his bed, and found himself covered in sweat, among other things.

...

The next night, as Tiana and Daniel were practicing their dialogue-

"Mom?"

Joshua was waiting outside the ring. His mother looked over and saw him wearing a hopeful look. She then turned to Daniel.

"Give me a few minutes, Dan." She walked over to her son, whose face - upon a closer look - was more worried than hopeful. "Son, what's the matter?"

"Mom, I uhm... I wanted to know... how... or rather, why, you and dad... you know-"

"Had sex?" She gave a light chuckle as she saw him nod. "Oh, dear; it's been a long time since I've thought about Chucho in that way." She took a moment to remember. "I suppose that it was the January before the Scots showed up, and we were all having a good time. I had gotten drunk, as did your father. The next thing we know, you arrived nine months later." Noting her son's demeanor, Tiana continued. "I'm sorry, son, that I can't say anything more romantic, or even dramatic, but that's all there was to it. To be quite honest, the only reason that I don't regret that whole night was the fact that something special did come out of it." She grabbed him by the side of his face. "You."

"Thank you, Mom."

"You're welcome. Now, I have to finish practicing my act, but if would like, we can still talk about other things later."

"Really?"

"Yes," just wait for me in my room, and I'll meet you there."

"Okay, Mom." With that Tiana walked back over to the ring, and Joshua headed to his mother's room. The time went on and Joshua was stuck thinking about his mother; how she handled the other night with such a calmness and grace that he could hardly believe it. Any of his sisters would have teased him about it for sure; especially Maggie. As Joshua continued to think about his mother, he realized how beautiful she had remained all these years; from the time that he could remember, she never seemed to age a day.

He was then greeted by her presence, as Tiana slowly entered the room, and - upon seeing her son - began to smile. "Joshua."

"Mom." He faced her and began to think on what he wanted to say. "Mom, I- I want to try and bring a girl back here, back to the circus-"

Her smile dropped slightly.

"But I don't know if I will be able to do it. Can you teach me?"

"Teach you... what?"

"What I should say to a girl to get her to notice me."

"Well, if I were a young girl who would want the attention of a handsome young man, I would like for him to tell me what he thinks of my eyes-" she undid the hairdo she had her hair in, letting it fall into a black sheet "-and my hair."

"Really?"

"Yes; hair is a high object of importance for a woman, and it's said that the eyes are the windows of the soul."

"Okay." He looked into his mother's eyes and began to think on the words. "You have... nice... eyes- rrgh!" He moved away. "I can't do it, Mom!"

"Why not? You were doing so well, Joshua."

"Because you're my mother; I can't say things like that about my own mother."

"All right, then; pretend that I'm not your mother. Pretend that I'm just another woman, that we'd never met each other, but that you'd seen me from afar."

"But-"

"At least try and humor me, Son."

Joshua sighed. "Alright." He closed his eyes. She's not my mom, he thought to himself. She's just a woman. She's a woman that you've met and that you want to talk with to get to know her better. He opened his eyes, saw the woman. "Good evening, miss; my name's Joshua, but you can call me Josh." He stuck out his hand. "And you are?"

"Nice to meet you, Josh; My name is Tiana Song." She extended her hand to shake his hand, when she noticed how big and strong her son's hands had gotten.

"Tiana; what a lovely name-" he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. "for a lovely woman."

Tiana blushed as the corners of her mouth curled into a shy grin. "Why, thank you-"

Almost as lovely as your eyes."

Flustered, she listened to her son praise every single detail of her eyes; how they resembled a rich carob color, and how the flame of the lamp illuminated the specks of color that varied in hue. When Joshua finished with her eyes, he began to talk about his mother's long, black hair; how it resembled the beautiful night sky and smelled as sweet as the summer air. However, the attention Tiana paid these compliments paled as she noticed how much her son had truly grown. His own eyes, which had had a boyish demeanor to them only seven years before, had matured with a deep look of wisdom. His face, which previously seemed as round as the day he came into her life, had sharpened, as if someone took a chisel and carved away the extra material of a marble statue. Tiana snapped back into the moment, when Joshua waved his hand in front of her face. "Mom?"

"Oh, sorry; I was… I suppose I lost myself in thought." She quickly shook her head, trying to dissuade the thoughts she had in her mind just moments before. "Uhm… I'd say that that's a decent start, but a good, failsafe plan to charming a woman is knowing how to give a body rub. Lucky for you, my body is sore from rehearsal." She made her way to her bed, to where Joshua followed. She sat down, facing her back towards her son. "Just start from the base of the neck and work your way-"

She felt his thumbs begin to follow her orders.

"-Out; yes." His thumbs worked through all the knots that Tiana had in her neck and slowly started to undo them. She felt his other four fingers of each hand rest on the sides of her neck, before the thumbs would work in, out, in, out; as easy as breathing. "Good boy," she sighed, almost moaning.

Joshua felt his face flush. "Thank you, Mom." He went back to focus on his mother's neck, working his thumbs from the inside out. Her skin is so soft, he thought to himself. So beautifully soft.

"Joshua?"

"Yes?"

"I remembered that… I also felt my lower back get sore. Would you be a good boy, and rub it, please?"

"Yes, Mom." He leaned back so that his mother could have space to adjust. However, before she laid down on the bed, she removed her nightgown, revealing her bare skin. She then laid down on the bed, Joshua's eyes widening with shock. Her body, which had been previously hidden by the gown, had maintained its figure all these years. Her shoulders, which had carried him until he was nine, were as supple as ever. Her back, which had endured the constant trial and error of many a session of practice on her horse, was still as smooth. Her buttocks-

Joshua shook his head. Why did my sights go to her butt? She's my mother. He retuned his gaze to his mother's back. As he rubbed her back, he made sure to not go any lower-

"Son?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Could you go lower?"

"Uhm, yes." Joshua inched his hands below her the top half of her back. There, He thought, that should be low enough for-

"Lower, please."

Damn. He worked his way down her back, reaching her waist. NOW, that has to be low enough. Joshua continued to rub his mother's back, working from the inside of the spine out; in, out, in out. He was relieved his mother didn't ask to continue going lower. At that point, she might as well ask me to rub her buttocks! He gave a smile at that thought. However, as Joshua dwelled on it, his demeanor shifted. Still, since she IS a horse rider, she might need a rub down there. It'd probably be best to give it a look over... just to be sure. While he continued to rub his mother's lower back, he gave a glance down to her rear. It was round; perfectly round. It, too, looked soft.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Josh?"

"Should... should I go further down?"

Tiana took a pause before she answered. "I suppose my buttocks is quite sore as well."

Joshua moved further down, and his hands began to knead her buttocks; gently working them down to the top of her legs, then outwards, as he began to touch her hips.

"Joshua?" Tiana said, holding back moans.

"Yes?"

"Can you rub my legs, now?"

"Yes, Mom." He began to rub her legs; first starting with the upper muscle and following the same pattern as the rub of her back before moving onto her calves, where the muscle seemed firmer. He rubbed from the ankle up to the knee. As Joshua gently dug his thumbs and knuckles into her legs, Tiana couldn't hold back and let out a gentle moan. She quickly covered her mouth.

"Mom?"

"I'm fine," Tiana said as she uncovered her mouth. "I just… I love your touch, Joshua."

"Thank you, Mom."

Tiana took a moment before she spoke up again. "Son?"

"Yes?"

"I think I need a rub on the front."

Joshua was still, taking on the moment to process what his mother had said.

"Joshua?"

"Yes- sorry; I'll… Of course, Mom." He got up so that his mother could turn around. As she did, he was met with the rest of her beautiful body, untouched by time. Her breasts, which had fed him many years ago, were still as humble as he remembered, and her… her muff; A perfectly thick jungle of black hair framed the bottom of her hips. He moved to her legs, starting with the muscles on the sides of her calves, before working his thumbs on her upper legs' muscles.

"Mmm, good boy," she said, almost in a moan. I love this. I love my son's hands. I love… Her breaths began to deepen as she felt his hands inch ever-so-closer to her muff. "Juh… Josh…"

"Yes?" His eyes moved over to her face, his hands still in motion.

"Be… Be a good boy, and… give your mother a kiss."

Joshua leaned in, his heart practically beating out of his chest, and planned to go for a kiss on the cheek. However, as he closed in, in a split second, he moved to the side and kissed his mother's lips. They were smooth, like the silk gown she would wear during her acts. Her kiss was sweet, like the peaches she would feed him growing up. I'm kissing my mother! he thought. My… beautiful mother… He moved in, and grabbed her face, his hands no longer on her legs. This beautiful woman is my mother, and she's all mine.

As they shared each other's passion, Tiana held Joshua's face in her hands. "Josh-"

"Yes?" he answered, as he looked across her face, admiring every single detail.

"Be a good boy... and give your mother some love."

Understanding, Joshua gently climbed on the bed over her and lowered his underpants, revealing his member, standing at attention. He lowered himself into position, with his member inches from his mother's muff. He eyed himself up, and he motioned himself onto his mother, feeling her bush on his shaft. Tiana winced and squeaked before he paused.

"Mom?"

"I'm fine Joshua; I just..." She tried to suppress a smile. "I never knew my son was such a tease." Tiana finally gave a smile before he gently pushed himself in, immediately feeling his mother's heat envelop him. She let out a sigh as she felt him enter, which was quickly muffled by his lips. He pushed himself further in and began to slowly press himself repeatedly, as he fondled his mother's breasts and drowned her with his mouth. With each press of her lap against his, Tiana felt her mind spin even faster. My boy, she thought, my sweet, sweet boy; I'm having sex with by baby boy! She wrapped her arms around his back. I love him, I love him, I love him so much; I love his tender touch, I love his member slowly stirring up my insides; I love my baby.

As she embraced her son, Joshua's rhythm began to pick up, getting rougher, his mouth moving onto his mother's neck, his arms scooping in under her back. "Mom… Mom, I-"

"It's okay, Son, give it to me; give your mother your seed."

Joshua quickened his pace, drilling his member into his mother, until every drop was sown deep inside her. Tiana moved her legs behind him and locked her son in place, with her moans appropriately muffled by his kiss. As the heat died down, Joshua split himself from the kiss, and saw his mother, his beautiful mother, glistening in sweat and love, and wearing an exhausted, yet satisfied smile. Tiana looked at her son, who she now saw as a man instead of the boy she once knew.

"Mom, I love you. I love every inch of you. I love your smile, I love your grace-" he planted his member back inside of his mother's muff. "I love your body." He kissed her as his hips began to pick up the pace once again. "I realize now that I don't need any other woman but you."

"And you won't have to worry." Tiana held her son's face in her hands. "I love you, Joshua. I'll always love you. My sweet baby boy."

As their passionate love lasted deep into the night, they slept well into the morning, the heat of their love keeping them warm until spring.

#fauxcest #mom #son #tiana song #joshua ramriez-song