Breath Taker

It was gone. As suddenly as it had come it was gone. I sank to my knees in the shower and tried to rationalize what he was doing to me. Why? Why me? Why had they both been doing this to me? She finished bathingher body washing off the hands that had never touched her. Cleaning the blood that had never been there.

She turned off the water and slowly climbed form the shower. She rubbed her hair dry leaving it along her face and neck and she wrapped the towel around her body. Grabbing up her clothes she heads from the bathroom and pauses. Her eyes focus on the apartment and then her attention is drawn to Elliot her son's voice calling to her from the bedroom. It had all been in her imagination. He hadn't been in the bathroom he was her son. The towel wrapped around her body her feet make a soft slapping sound on the hardwood floor as she heads towards her room.

Pushing the door open she faces Elliot and blinks at what she sees....
 
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Elliot:

He wore only a midnight blue silk robe, knotted loosely about his waist, and a pair of black silk boxers as he sat, leaned back upon her bed, propped up by an elbow. his chest and stomach, which was oddly sunk in, were bare, save for the curls of his chest hair. He stood then, taking in the surprised look written on his mothers face. Coming to her quickly, he drew her fully into the room and eased the door shut his arm passing over her shoulder to do so, causing him to lean near to her chest.

"Oh, tsk tsk, mama, don't look so surprised at me." He breathed, giving her an impish smile. The next instant his eyes showed with an unwavering lust. "I'm hungry..." He growled, his hand coming around to caress the back of her neck. He leaned in and kissed her solidly on the lips. She took his kiss ridgedly, causing him to draw back, a look of disapointment in his eyes. "I am not going to hurt you mother..." He whispered in a voice like a little boy.

He took her hand and guided her to her bed, setting her down on its edge as he sunk to his knees before her. Looking up, into her eyes, his own showing a mask of loving tenderness, to hide the hunger and desperation behind them. He slid his hands over her knee, and then inward, slowly easing her legs apart. "Mama, relax... I love you..." He whispered softly as he bowwed his head down to kiss her inner thigh, just past her knee. His hair teased her skin as he did so, and he shifted his eyes to look up at her, resting his cheek upon her leg.
 
Melinda

I stood there shocked at my son's mode of dress but it wasn't like I hadn't seen him like that many times before. I was about to move back out of the room andhe must have guessed because he was there now before me pressing into me as he shut the door and drew me to the bed. My clothes were tugged from my arms and deposited on a chair near by as he led me to the bed an dpressed me to sit. Dropping to his knees before me I slid a hand up and along the towel wrapping my body and I slid a nother to the end of the towel to keep it closed as he pressed my legs apart. I shook my head as I whispered,"please Elliot... please stop." His head resting on her thigh made her think he was merely going to say goodnight and she reached out to caress his hair as she looked down at him. Her darling baby boy.

"I love you too Elliot, I always will no matter what you do."her voice shook and she still kept the towel closed over her breasts.
 
Elliot:

Grinning impishly as he continued to rest his head upon her thigh, Elliot played his finger tip in circles up and down along the length of Melinda's inner thigh. "How much do you love me mama?" He asked, innocently, lifting his head slightly, his eyes twinkling in anticipation of her reply. He moved the palm of his hand up and down her naked thigh as he waited, feeling her instinctively trying to close her legs, but he equaled her force and kept her leg right where it was. She was speechless, so he continued. "Enough to let me kiss you here?" He asked, moving his open mouth to rest upon her warm inner thigh. He tasted her skin with his tongue as he kissed her. Drawing away, he looked up into her eyes again as he rubbed the moisture of his kiss into her skin with the tips of his fingers.

"Enought to let me kiss you here?" He said again, placing another intimate kiss upon her other inner thigh. There was a slow, methodical rhythem to the way he was moving up her thighs with his kisses. His hand came up and pressed upon her stomach, forcing her gently down upon her back. He lifted himself up slightly, looking down at his mother, his hands moving over the back of hers, drawing them away from the grip she has on her towel, her only protection against nakedness at the moment. His legs opened her legs the rest of the way, and that was when he gazed down upon her sex. "Mama, do you love me enough to let me kiss you here?" He asked as he lowered his mouth down upon her once more. The heat of his tongue danced over the lips of her sex then as he looked up the length of her body.
 
He was so tender and loving and As he kissed my thigh I was shivering again I know he could feel it in my legs and I chewed my lower lip as I tried to form words to tell him that I loved him very much but that he shouldn't do these things to me. His hands were moving now and it was as if I had no will to do the things I needed to do to make him stop. His hands were insistent on my lying back and as he took my hands away from my towel I closed my eyes my will to resist completely gone as he asked me how much I loved him.

I couldn't speak, I could resist. he was there between my thighs now and then his head dipped and I felt his tongue dig into my sex and begin to slowly lap at my skin. My mind was screaming for me to stop him yet I couldn't move it was as if I were a piece of clay and he were the artists and he was going to mold me into a sexual creature for him to use for his lust.
 
Elliot:

Elliot stroaked his tongue along Melinda's slit over and over, exciting her clitoris to hardness. Once his tongue passed over the tiny nub, he nudged his mouth against her pussy more firmly, suckling her clit passionately to the point where she was right at the edge of orgasm, then he backed away, his tongue drifting across her wet, glistening labia until the thread of orgasm receeded and once more, he brought her to the edge, sustaining her precariously there with an unnatural ease, not yet giving her that final push she needed.

Her breath was ragged and her brow was sweat sheened as he finally drew back, to look upon her face, a perverse, devilish delight lighting his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. "More mama? Do you want more?" Elliot asked, freeing her wrists from his grasp.
 
I was in shock and I was in lust. His tongue and hands were teasing me to the point of just slipping over the edge only to be left dangling on the verge of going over. My desire would ebb and he would be there again before I could stop him and I would rise again up to the top to be left once more. Over and over again he did this tormenting my poor body and my mind until I was gasping each time he left me. My hands itched to caress him and I couldn't bring myself to even as he finally left me and leaned back and asked....

"More mama? Do you want more?"

I was shaking my head no as I couldn't seem to find the words to tell him so. terrified he would hear me beg him to do anything he wanted to me. Terrified he would so that sinful lust filling my head and brain as I wanted him to use me in everyway possible.
 
Elliot:

Melinda shook her head, her body quivering as Elliot hovered over her. He guided her hands above her head, around her damp, cascading pool of brown hair. She lay beneath him, seemingly frozen by her lusts. She breathed in whines, her cheeks blushing red, wet with her tears.

"Words mother, I need your words and you aren't giving them to me..." Elliot drew the hand he had used to move her arms above her head down along her cheek and neck, through the valley between her breasts. Over her stomach, where he paused to caress his hand over her womb, the sinfull notion to leave her with child dancing through his mind.

His fingers strayed to her pussy again, and for a moment, it seemed he was about to finger her, but his hand came away, causing Melinda to take a sigh of premature relief.

He drew his thick cock out from under the concealment of his black silk boxers. It wasn't fully erect yet, still, it was the thickness of nearly three fingers.

Without a word from either of them, Elliot drew himself upon the bed and sunk down onto Melinda's warm, supple body. He felt the head of his cock press up against the lips of her sex, and with his hand he eased himself into her, answering her terrified gasp with a hungering groan. Locking eyes with her, he moved his hand up to lace through the silkiness of her hair.

She weeps as he glides in and out of her, her lips quivering as he bows his head down to kiss them. She suddenly exhaled into his open mouth, and he swallowed her air in a rush of excitement. Drawing his head away, he looked down at her with surprise as she took a ragged breath and began to cought. He was still inside of her, and as she coughed he only penetrated her more deeply with each convultion of her body.
 
The sensation of him over her made her head spin as she shook it and he began to climb over her holding her wrists down like she could move with him standing there. He was terrifying yet erotic, arousing yet huniliating to her. He slammed his hips into her after he had postioned himself just right and began to propell his hips against her own driving his thick cock into her unwilling? body. The breadth of his shaft caused her to gasp in pain and delight even as he moved in and he parted her thigsh with his hips and legs going wider and deeper. Just as she released the gasp of air he leaned in to kiss her.

OH godno! He was sucking at her soul she could feel it tearing deep inside her. It was like a piece of fine tissue being ripped along her body and coming out of her mouth. He hung over her drawing in the breath and then he backed away. She couldn't breath at first and it terrified her more as she tried to suck in precious air and irt hit her lungs so hard she started to cough and gasp for air with each cough her pussy widened allowing him in deeper and deeper into her tight wetness. He was full engulkfed now and she was still coughing slightly even as he drove into her body. HIs head lifted and she could feel more then hear the low growl of pleasure he got from taking her breath.

She closed her eyes her tears renewed. His father had done the same thing.
 
Elliot:

The breath he had stolen from his mothers lungs was so pure. He could feel it writhing in his lungs as he held his own breath until he began to grow light headed. Slowly, he let his breath out in a hiss, and as he did, he grasped his mother by her hips, making her take him deep. Her coughing subsided, but her breathing remained labored. Such life, such sweet, vital energy filled Elliot to overflowing. He began to laugh, and it was not a kind sound, it was barely human. "I can see why father wanted you, mother... So sweet... So... So pure..." Elliot growled, commanding her with his will to look into his eyes.
 
I shivered beneath my son as he continued to pound into my body. WIlling or not in the beginning it was beginning tohurt more and more now and as he laughed I cringed beneath him. HE rasped out in his voice changed by his first taste of the breath of life. He was becoming more and more like his father now. I felt his face boring into my own. I could feel the heat of his eyes demanding I look into them.

I slowly opened my eyes and I was lost in the depths of his gaze and laid beneath him like a animal caught in a trap. He was growing a bit larger inside meif possible, it felt like he was going to rip me asunder. He gripped my hips and I could feel his nails growing a bit as they bit into my skin. "please...please Elliot please don't hurt me... " I finally found the courage to beg him. I couldn't look away from those eyes. He was joined to me at the apex of my thighs from wince he came and where he found his strength it now seemed for him to become that which he was destined to be. The Breath Taker of the female soul.
 
Elliot:

She begged him not to hurt her, and he laughed once more. "Why don't you pray mother, ask your prescious god to save you? I know why, by your own admition, you WANT this, deep down inside, you were my fathers whore, and now I will make you mine!"

Though he was painfully stretching her from within, there was a growing sensation of pleasure, pleasure like she had felt when he had slipped into her mind, in the shower, over an hour ago.
A slow, curling insinuation of pleasure that reverberated along the slick cavern Elliot was so lustfully defiling. That pleasure began to move through her body, like oil being poured into a glass of water.

Down along her inner thighs, up into her womb, orgasm couldn't compare to what she was being made to feel by her demon son, her lusts were being realized in the worst way. The pleasure passed down through her calves, and up into the flesh of her breasts, and still it would not stop. She couldn't even sence the pain Elliot was causing her tender pussy any longer.
 
Melinda

NO! oh god no! not this... My mind was screaming as I began to feel that sensation I had felt once so long ago, before Elliot was born. It was like that tingling feeling you get in your leg after it falls asleep. you knwo where it is waking up and you have this URGE to move it but you know if you do it will tickle like hell. This was that feeling and it was coursing over my entire body and My hips moved of their own accord because of the irresistable urge to move. I gasp and then another past my lisp as the feeling increased and I was riding my son's cock to orgasm around him gripping his shaft as I screamed out in a lungful of lust and desire and passion.

My finger locked with my son's as I looked up into his eyes my own a glazed reflection of his lust for me. I was cumming so many times at once there was no telling where one ended and another one begane. I was one giant nerve ending and my son was the antagonist to it.
 
Elliot:

The wild flutter of Melinda's pussy around Elliots cock was an endless cascade of pleasure to him. Not even her wordless pleading to god was enough to stop the inevitable. Elliot came. He came in thick, ropey streams, he came so much that the thick, white seed splashed against her cervix and spilled back upon itself, oozing back out of her, dribbling down, over her anus and onto the bed sheets, spotting the puddle of her own sweet juices. With his demonic stamina, Elliot did not stop, only groaning in pleasure through his orgasm and continuing to grind into his mother's abused sex. By now, her fingers tingled, even her lips tingled with the unnatural orgasmic sensation.
 
By now Melinda was a lump of clay and Elliot was the hands that mold. She passed out somewhere in the middle of all of he pleasure she was feeling as she came over and over again. He continued to pound into her limp body unaware perhaps of her state of conciousness, or he was choosing to ignore it to gain his release.

Melinda lay there after he stopped her eyes closed her body liply pressed into the bed. All of the stress from the day finally culminating in making the woman fall into her own hell. Even in this semi stgate of awareness the face of her first lover filled her eyes and he was there laughing at her. Mocking her as he tormented her mind with his thoughts,"oh poor little melinda a son's prized bitch. Tell me is he as good as the ole man you dirty little whore. Are you finally satiated with his cum fillig your cunt. You are so pure and sweet, so delicous to take and defile."

A soft whimper eases past her lips,"Nooooooooooooo!"
 
Elliot:

Hours had passed and Elliot had long since disengaged from his mother. He'd lifted her unconcious form, naked and used as it was, and carried her to his bed, tenderly cleaning her sex as she lay there, comatose. She began to stir in her sleep, and murmured 'noooooo'. Elliot reached out a hand and moved it in a circular motion over her stomach, not caring if it roused her from her sleep. "Is this gods plan?" He asked, mockingly, somehow sencing a presence within her womb.
 
Thoughts filled my head and I was lost in my own world of hell. Elliot's father was still plaguing me. His taunting face his hands and eyes. Never before since Elliot was born has he been in my dreas, my night mares. Yet now was his time. His time to torment me again as his son began to get stronger and stronger. He had won and I had failed. God had abandonned me to the hands of another again. It was my cross to bear even as I felt the hand caressing across my stomach and moving sensously along my flesh.

I was no longer being rocked and I slowly opened my eyes to look up at my son, rythmically stroking my stomach and the meaning struck me like a thunderbolt what he had done. Had he planned it? Had he wanted to do this? I wasn't going to do this again. I would remain on my knees to godd for the rest of my life if I had to but I was not going to bear yet another demon spawn.
 
Elliot:

"Good morning mother, I trust you slept well?" Elliot asked, knowing she hadn't and probably never would again. He looked down to her stomach the same time she did and had to restrain himself from laughing as she realized what he had done. "You can feel it inside of you can't you mother? My child, growing? Oh, you desperately want it out... Don't worry, in nine months you will. And then, you will have another prescious child." Elliot circled his finger around Melinda's belly button as he spoke.

Looking back up into her eyes he smirked. "What do you think it will be? A boy or a girl? I hope its a girl, so I can have a sister." The casualness with which he talked about it was inhuman. "I wonder if she'll be like me, damned, a demon..." Elliot paused and chuckled. "Listen to me, I've already got my heart set on a girl... What should we name her? I know, how do you like the sound of Aeriel? From Shakespeare's The Tempest? She was a magical spirit after all."
 
Looking up at my son and slappewd his hand away and told him to get away from me. I climbed to my feet grabbing the sheet around me as I walked away from him and headed to my room. I won't be keeping it this time, God will forgive me for making sure another demon child does not enter this world..I am not some breeding whore for the damned."

Walking from the room she doesn't care if he follows her and she heads to what was supposed to be her room. Attempting to slam the door she doesn't hear it click as he stands in the doorway his hand on the middle of the door. "Oh you will keep the child mother if I have to tie you to the bed and feed you, bathe youa nd fuck you daily I will do it." She wasn't listening she had to get dressed and get out of the apartment.
 
Elliot:

"You think I will just let you leave? Don't be stupid mother. Even now, you can feel the powers of the child you carry. They churl in your womb, and just as you couldn't bring yourself to eliminate me, you won't find the strength to do it now. You see, I know you mother, I've tasted your soul. You simply CAN'T bluff me."
 
Fire flashed in her eyes as she pulled out a white silkd dress that was a wrap dress and she glared at him. "You don't know me at all Elliot, I thought I could change you...keep you good. I failed in that and for that I will be damned. BUT no one will have to suffer another child like you in this world EVER again." Pulling on the dress she slowly wrapped it around her body and began to search for a pair of panties finding them she slipped them on and moved to where her shoes were.

Finally half way decent she moves to stand before her son,"Move Elliot i have a doctor to go and see."
 
Elliot:

"You don't seem to understand mother." Elliot forced Melinda backward, catching ahold of her wrist. "I can't let you do that." He violently dragged her back to her bedroom and swung her around to face him, holding her between his body and the edge of the bed. His lips parted, hovering before her eyes as he breathed softly against her skin. "I can't ever let you go, my darling little 'Rebekah'... Now... Sit." Elliot let go of her wrists and focused his eyes upon her, crushing her defiance with his will.
 
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Gasped as he rwrists were caught and she shookk her head as he dragged her back across the bedroom and pulled her around to face him. His eyes and his face were mere inches from her own as he leaned in and breathed on her face. Off balance she falls back onto the bed catching herself on her elbows as she looks up at her son. "You can't watch me all the time Elliot." Her voice was bitter as she looked up and him and moved to sit up as he continued to tower over her body. Moving to stand he places his hands onto her shoulders and keeps her seated as he begins to talk. Her body rigid with his hand on her shoulders she closes her eyes trying to think of a way out.
 
Elliot:

"When I'm not watching you, I'll make sure you have no place to go. And if you trouble me too much, don't think for a second that I won't simply devour your soul mama." He knelt down, and placed his hands upon her thighs. "Now you listen to me, you are going to do as I say, you have no choice in that. What you do have a choice in is how well it goes for you. I can make your life a living hell, or..." He traced his finger tips down along the length of her thigh. "Enrich it... It is your choice mama."
 
Slapping his hand away wasn't enough she reached up and slapped him across his face and growled,"Get out now." She sat up and slid her hands along her legs as she shoved him back. Her voice harsh as she does so,"YOu arrogant son of a bitch." Rising to her feet she moved tot he end of the bed. POinting towards the door she remarks,"GET OUT NOW!" HEr face was flushed red and she glared at him. her hands shaking so badly she quickly drops them in front of her to clasp them closed.
 
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