Breath Taker

I listened to him ramble on about his meeting with his girlfriend. He was the carefree Elliot I loved so much that I had glimpsed so rarely and he was eating and chattering and I drank more then my fair share of the champagne as he continued it seemed unconsiously pouring more and more into my emptying glass.

I was eating my salad as I listened to them talk and chat about how they had met and she was gushing over his every word as if he were a god. I gritted my teeth at the sound of her grating laughter she was going to take my son to hell though and I was going to stop her.


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I soon began to ignore his mother, she was not as I had pictured her to be, a loving sweet older woman with one of those poodle perms old women get and a grandmotherly smile. No this was a woman that was not to be reckoned with when she wanted something. I could sense she wanted me out of her sons life. Amazing how men can't fel the tension between to women that are so in love with them. I did love Elliot he was so full of life and energy. How he had made a living as the antique bookstore and made it as successfully as he did i will never know. Myu mind came back to his retelling of our meetig and I blushed slightly as I giggled. "If I remember correctly Ellie darling you ASKED me for my phone number, not *I* you." I placed a finger to his nose and winked as I teased him.
 
Elliot:

With a beaming smile Elliot turned to his mother again, he noticed her glass was empty for the third time. "There we go..." He said as he topped her off once more. He noticed how when she looked at him, her expression softened, but every time she looked at Torie, she gave her a withering stare. Torie put up with it like an angel, he knew, but to bring it to light would only make matters worse, and he was determined to finish the meal without bloodshed.

"Oh, and then I met her father, he's a great guy, kinda an old hippy, you know." Elliot said as he set his fork down on his empty plate and pushed it away. Torie had finished her meal as well and the two of them sat back, looking over to Melinda, who was still picking at the last of her food. "Hey, we can have that boxed up for you if you like mom." Elliot looked at the time. "We should be going, I only reserved these seats for an hour and a half. Wow, only seven minutes left. We can go back to my apartment and continue there, is that alright ladies?" Elliot asked as he looked between the two of them.
 
Finishing with my meal I didn't want anymore I was feeling sick. "no I don't want it boxed. " My head was fuzzy as I looked at him and sighed. I moved my plate away and I am sure Elliot was surprised I didn't want to take my food with me. He gave me an odd look and I shrugged and watched him pay for his meal. I hadn't drank in years and the champagne was definitely affecting me. I climbed a bit unsteadily to my feet and Elliot took my arm as I grabbed my bag. "I am not so old I need help walking ELliot Thompson please release my arm." I moved it away from him and began to walk slowly towards the front of the room. That feeling was back. Lust was clouding my head and I blinked as one of the men near by seemed to be ogling me and staring lustfully at my breasts and thighs. I moved away from him and finally reached the front of the restaraunt. I waited for Elliot to arrive with the harlot as she was becoming in my mind.
 
Torrie

I snuggled into Elliot's side as he filled his mother's glass ... again.
I watched her expression turn to stone as her gaze moved from her precious son to me. I kept my smile fixed and laughed as Elliot continued to tell about how he'd met my father.

"... he's a great guy, kinda an old hippy, you know."

I grinned thinking of that meeting.
Kissing Elliot on the nose, I purred to him.

"And he liked you babe ... "

Before turning innocently to his mother and asking.

"It's so good when people get on, don't you think Mrs Thompson?"

I could tell I'd hit a nerve, but dear Elliot didn't notice a thing.
It was only when he offered to have her food boxed that he paused to look at her carefully.

"no I don't want it boxed. "

And then she shook off his helping hand as we rose to our feet.

"I am not so old I need help walking ELliot Thompson please release my arm."

I wrapped my arms around him as I heard him sigh heavily.

"It's me she doesn't like hun ..."

I coaxed.

"I'm sorry ... but in time ... "

I put my hand in his and drew him towards the entrance to the restaurant where his mother waited.
I doubted if time would help at all, but he looked so devestated.
 
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Elliot:

With a sigh, Elliot let go of his mothers arm and stood by Torie's side. When she took his hand to walk out, he stopped her and lifted it to his lips, giving her a soft kiss. "I'm really sorry hon, I should have known that this is how she would be around you. I'll understand if you don't want to come back with us."

Elliot noticed how Melinda swayed a little as she made her way to the exit. "I think she's a little drunk." Elliot said as he looked up to Torie. "She hasn't drank in a long time. I need to get her home." Elliot began to pull away to catch up to her. He stopped and looked back to Torie, still holding her hand.

"I love you." He whispered to her as he leaned in and kissed her warmly on the lips.
 
Torrie

Torrie pressed her body against Elliot's as he kissed her.
She heard his words, but put a finger against his lips and smiled.

"Shhhh ... of course I want to go back with you..."

She answered leaning forward to let her lips flick along his before glancing towards his waiting mother.

"I think she's a little drunk.
She hasn't drank in a long time. I need to get her home."


Torrie allowed Elliot to pull away and nodded.

"Whatever you need to do, babe ...
I'll be waiting... "


She conceded.

"I love you."

The warmth of his words and his kiss made Torrie's cheek flush.
She adored Elliot and she'd be damned if some sour excuse for a mother was going to turn him against her.

She pressed her body against him, her curves rubbing his groin suggestively.

"Hurry..."

The one word and the promise in her eyes spoke volumes.
 
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Elliot:

"Meet us at my apartment hon, I'll talk to her on the way home, see what I can do. By the time you get there, things should be smoothed over." Elliot said with a self assured smile as he turned away from Torie and came to his mothers side. "Would you look at this, a beautiful woman, standing here all by herself, what a shame..." He said to his mom teasingly.

Escorting her out to his car, Elliot saw her into the passenger side and then circled around to the drivers side, taking the keys from the valet. Torie stepped out as her car was pulled up and Elliot blew her a kiss. Slipping in beside his mother, he started the car and pulled out of the restaurant. The moment they were on the road again, he looked over to her. "So, talk to me, whats this all about? Aside from her religion, why do you hate her so? It couldn't be something about the past, could it? Something about me? About my... Father?" Elliot fixed his eyes on her as he asked about his father.
 
My head was spinning still that feeling was filling my head again and i was itching to rub on the seat as he began to speak to me. I closed my eyes and then it was gone as he asked about his father.

"Please Elliot I dont' want to discuss him. You promised me you wouldn't ask anything about him. please dont' make me tell you." I was pleading as he looked at me I could see it in his eyes. He had his fathers eyes and I was terrified for the firt time in my life around my son. Tears began to slide along my cheeks as he continued to stare at me and I shuddered as the thoughts of old came flooding around me.

I didn't realize I was telling him until it was too late and I was at the part where his father came to me a second time and told me what he was...Tears were falling so hard and fast my shirt was soaked and my hands were shaking. I finally told Elliot what I thought he was and why I didn't want him around Torie,"She is a harlot." Elliot glared at me and growled for me not to call her that.
 
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Torrie

"Meet us at my apartment hon, I'll talk to her on the way home, see what I can do.
By the time you get there, things should be smoothed over."


Torrie nodded and smiled brightly.
Like hell they will ...
She thought, but kept the words to herself.

"Take care ... "

She whispered softly and touched Elliot's cheek, her eyes compassionate, hoping for his sake that his optimism was well placed.

She stood unselfconsciously in the middle of the restaurant watching Elliot walk over to his mother.
She saw the confident smile.
She returned it as he looked in her direction.
She saw him making a comment, his eyes alive with good natured banter.
She saw the woman's hard expression as she turned her back on Torrie and led her son determinedly in the opposite direction.

Torrie watched them disappear and sighed heavily.
This was going to be much harder than Elliot seemed to realise.
 
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Elliot:

"I understand now, all those years, all your religious walls, its all because of what I am..." Elliot said, finding he was suddenly at peace, a sort of peace he had never known. It was as though she had just placed the last piece of a puzzle in the empty spot in his soul.

He looked over at her again, she was a mess, her eyes were red and glossy with the tears that had streaked her cheeks. The collar of her shirt was damp, and he saw how her hands shook as she wiped at her eyes.

"You're afraid of me... But... I can feel something else, I've always felt it, for as long as I can remember mom. There's feelings you have, about me, you're ashamed of... Its like I can smell them, like a perfume..." His voice seemed to change as he talked to her. As though it took on a sexually charged timbre.

Elliot reached over and placed his hand upon her thigh as he spoke. "I make you feel like my father did, don't I mother? For all your christian morals, you wanted him to touch you, just like you want me to touch you, don't you?" Elliot whispered as he drove, his hand upon her thigh becoming more bold. "Don't you?" He repeated, a little more insistantly as his hand found its way along her inner thigh.
 
He was touching me now it frightened me. "Please Elliot , please don't touch me like that I am your mother.." his hand became more insistent and moved tot he inner thigh under my skirt. I was wearing a pair of thigh high stocking and I could feel his hand moving against bare skin. I looekd up at him as he looked at the road and then pulled into where his apartment was. He pulled to a stop and I watched him as he turned off the car his hand stillon my thigh and he turned to me.

His hand was hotter then anything I had ever felt. His eyes bore into me and I wanted to get away from him. "no Elliot please I dont' want you to touch me...it is incest and against god's will..I am a good girl please."
 
Elliot:

"Gods will? And what am I in gods master plan, mother? I am his enemy by birth, so why shouldn't I act like it? Tell me, is this how father touched you?" Elliot growled as he turned toward her, his hand moving further between her thighs to touch her pussy through her panties. "Is this how he made you feel? Tell me mother, did you plead for God's forgiveness when he entered you? Or did you beg HIM for more?" Elliot pressed his fingers into her through her panties as he stared her down.

"Tell me to stop, pray to god, rebuke me mother, if I am a demon, then treat me like one..." Elliot growled at her as he breathed carnal heat like fire against his mothers ear.
 
Her breathing was coming faster and harder now as Elliot moved his hand against her. Her body was responding against her will and she shook her head as she cried harder. Her hand went to Elliots to try to remove his fingers from between her thighs he could feel the heat of her body and he was control her lust once more makingher crave him as his father before him and made her crave him as well. "NO Elliot! Stop please.. Please..." She pled with him as she looked up into his eyes her heart and soul showing through her eyes as she looked up at her half demon son and whimpered as if she were that little girl once more that 18 year old teenager before his father as he he had come to her the second time and raped her pregnant body. Shaking her head as she closed her eyes. A flash of headlights filled the car briefly her face tears treaked and her hair clinging to her face could be seen easily,"pl...please Elliot."
 
Elliot:

Melinda's excited breath awoke a hunger inside of Elliot. It felt as though a hand clawed inside the pit of his stomach as he breathed his mother's air. The brief flash of headlights behind them brought Elliot back to his sences and he drew his hand free from her and slumped back in the drivers seat. His fingers were moist, and melinda's scent clung to them, but he pushed the clawing hunger within him down, determined to not let it control him. "You made me what I am, mother, some sort of demonic bastard." Elliot's voice was without emotion as he turned to look at her again. "And I want you to tell me, what is my purpose? Tell me, what can the good little christian girl say to her damned son that would make any difference?"
 
I rolled over onto the passenger seat as I shivered in the wake of his leaving me I reached for the handle, but paused as he spoke.

"I didn't have a choice Elliot. He...he did something to me that made me want him. I don't know why. There were so many girls at the camps yet I was the only one he went after. I was a virgin when your father and I were together. I have not been with another man but him." My voice shook as I spoke and I closed my eyes as I then whispered.

"I don't know what youa re to do, I don't know anything except I couldn't kill you, and I couldn't give you away. I took one look at your face when you wee born and I fell in love with my son. I don't mean the love a woman has for her child. It was an evil love one that amde me want to have sex with my son. That is when I knew I had to try to save you and set up all these walls to lead you down the right paths Hoping against hope that I was not to have a damned son. That you would be able to overcome that which you were born to.....I didn't make you. I was forced to have you. But that doesnt' mean I don't still love you, gawd help me I do love you Elliot." She closed her eyes and began to cry again her face buried in her hands as she curled up on the passenger seat.
 
Elliot:

Her tears so affected him that Elliot felt his heart soften. He reached out and moved her hands away from her face, taking a tissue to dry her tears. Torie had pulled into the parking lot next to them and Elliot looked to his mom. "Listen, I am going to send Torie home for the night. You and I need to talk some more mom." Elliot slipped out of the car and went over to where Torie stood.

He explained that his mothers long flight had left her more tired then he thought she would be and that he would like to spend some time alone with her to try to make her more comfortable with torie being around. She understood, and actually seemed a little relieved that she didn't have to stay in such an uncomfortable situation. They kissed and then she hopped back in her car and left. Elliot walked back to his car and opened the door for his mother. "Let me help you inside." He said, offering her his hand.
 
Melinda took the kleenex as she heard her son say he was sending Torie home. Her eye closed as she felt the car shift as he climbed from its depths and walked away to talk to torie in a whispered tone.

After she had left, I looked up as my door was opened and Elliot offered to help me to his place. I tookhis hand and climbed to my feet rather unsteadily. The champagne was still affecting me and I leaned into Elliot's body as he stroked my hair and lead me to his apartment. It looked like it was over an Old Antique bookstore and it was. It was Elliots Store and he apparently owned the building. A large warehouse looking thing that house his bookstore below and his apartment overhead. We took the elevator at the back and where soon in his huge apartment. It was decorated quite well and I wondered once again how my son had afforded all of the things he had. Yes we were moderately well off but not RICH and all of this surprised me. it shouldn't have but it did.
 
Elliot:

Elliot walked his mother into his apartment and sat her down. "I'm going to go get your luggage for you ma, just sit back and relax, okay? I won't take a minute." Elliot assured her, and he was good on his word. Within five minutes all her stuff was in, and placed into the spare room he had set up for her a week ago. Returning to her, where she sat, Elliot knelt down in front of her. "Are you feeling alright mom?" Elliot asked as he reached a hand out, running his finger tips up and down along the side of her right calf, just above her ankle. "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"
 
When Elliot left me I began to look around the apartment slowly. I was sure it was going to have pictures of demons and lustful magazines and things to make a woman want to do things with my son. But it was a normal flat beautifully decorated. It was a place he seemed to fill with his personality and it showed. I watched him move through and deposit my things in the room I would be using and then he came and knelt at my feet and I looekd into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. I could feel his finegr sliding up and down my calf as I chewed my lower lip.

"please Elliot I would like to take a shower. I ...I feel so dirty. " I did too his attentions to my pussy and all the crying I had down made me feel sticky and I wanted to wash it all away. He smiled at me and nodded. What worried me was he knew what he was now. What would he do with such knowledge? I would know soon ebough. He helped me to my feet and walked me to the bathroom showing me the shower and where the towels were and I nodded and smiled back as he left he closed the door only slightly and I sat alone fore the first time on the toilet and placed my face in my hands and wondered what was going to happene now.

I finally rose to my feet and kicked off my shoes. I reached up and slowly unbottoned the top and let it slide along my arms and poll on the floor at my feet. My upper torso is enased in a silk camisole with tiny thin straps that barely hold the thing on. Reaching behind me I slide the zipper down to the skirt and slip it to the floor and leave it there as I step from it. Sitting on the toilet once more I slip my hands inside the thighhighs and slowly slip them down my legs and pull them off dropping them on the growing pile of clothing. Moving to the mirror she leans forward against the sink her ass is firm seems the woman although a devote church goer and aplicant for saint hood she wants to be in shape. Slide her hands up and along her waist she lifts the camisole from her body and stands then now in just her panties and then she moves to the shower to turn on the warm water. As it begins to heat she slides off her panties and drops them on the pile of clothing as well. The shower has doors instead of a curtain and they are see through glass. AS she steps under the hot spray of the shower a soft purr of contentment runs past her lips.
 
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Elliot:

Elliot was ill at ease, the moment he left his mother alone in the bathroom to take her shower. The gnawing hunger was back, and it was like claws, knifing through his gut, rending him painfully. He paced, holding his arms about his stomach, his eyes straying toward the bathroom door that laid partially open. He saw the blurry image of his mother's naked form through the mirror, and suddenly, it was as though he were in the bathroom, no, in the shower with her.

He stood behind her, just as naked as she was. She felt his presence, she must have, but she did not turn around, she only let the water spray over her face and breasts. He moved forward, pressing his hard male form against her back, his hands coming around her, one across her breasts, the other over the subtle curve of her stomach. He groaned into her ear as he embraced her tightly. "Mother..." He breathed, sending an erotic chill through her body as he moved his rigid member against her dewy entrance.

Need and hunger guided Elliots hands as he roughly caressed Melinda's breasts and pushed her legs open. A strange sensation played along Elliot's back as two leathery black wings grew out of his body. Elliot clasped his hand upon Melinda's breast more tightly then, drawing a stream of blood from her breast, and a gasp of excited pain from her lips. Elliot shifted his hips, angling the head of his cock upward, and with a slow, inward push, filled Melinda with his length. His leathery wings reached around and enveloped Melinda in a cloak of darkness as he moaned once more.
 
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the sudden body behind her before she felt the hands at her breast. Her eyes flashed opena nd before she could turn around Elliot was whispering into her ear.OH GOD! no please not again. Her mind screamed and she felt the water bead along her body as the hands became more insistent and she was gripped tightly her body was pulled back tauntly by the hands on her nude form. THe blood trickled from the pinprick down over her stomach and beteen her tlegs flowling in its on river. Her eyes closed as Elliot pressed his hard member up and into her body so deep. She was tight she had not lied about being with only his father. Her body was so frgrant and warm against him and as his wings folded around her a soft scream was smothered and she let Elliot begin his defilement ofhis mother.
 
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Elliot:

Elliot still paced about the living room, but that part of himself that made him a demon had sub conciously extended itself outward and into Melinda's mind.

Melinda could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as Elliot sunk in and out of her from behind. She desperately wanted to scream in fear and embarassment, but though she was aware of every inch of her own body, it felt as though it was not her own. She was so tight that Elliot's cock forced her flesh to stretch just to accomodate him. It was as though he were emblazoning the size and shape of his manhood within her.

As his thrusting continued pleasure swelled through the walls of Melinda's pussy, and still deeper, the sensation of glowing pleasure seemed to seep like a liquid past her cervix, into her womb, expanding like a radiant orb. It would not stop when it had no room left to grow within her, forcing her stomach to expand. Within seconds she was as round as she had been when she had carried Elliot within her so long ago, every molecule of her body screaming in agonizing pleasure.
 
"elliot nooooooooo!" I rasped out as I finally felt the exspansion of my belly and I screamed for him to stop please. My mind was filled with thoughts of his fatehr doing these things to me. His body ravishing my own. The cock slamming in and out of my body was Elliot's I had to amke him stop. The pleasure of it all was so much though. I was melting and I was not. I was young and I was not. I was his lover and I was not. His hands continued to slide along my breasts hsi other hand resting on my sex that he was pounding fiercely into. Please oh please god I beg of you please make him stop! My mind was screaming even if I couldn't utter another syllable.



OOC:THe picture is by Dorian Cleavenger and easily accessible on the internet for download.
 
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Elliot:

In an instant, Melinda found herself once more alone in the shower, looking around, there wasn't the slightest trace that Elliot had even been there. Her stomach was once more flat, her breast was uncut, and her pussy no longer ached with the fullness of Elliot's cock, no, it ached with need for it.

Elliot collapsed onto the floor as a white hot flash of pain knifed through his mind. He layed there, in a ball for a moment, his head throbbing, and his hunger even more keen. "What is wrong with me?" He groaned as he slowly stood up.

Once he was able, he rushed into his room and grabbed a book, bringing it out to the kitchen table, he flung it open and, while holding his stomach, and blinking his eyes, he searched for an answer. The book he read was an old tome written by a man from the 14th century.

A man in his fourties had sold it to him only three days ago, claiming it was a catalogue of demons. Looking down upon the pages he had opened it to, Elliot couldn't help but laugh as he saw the inked in image of an idealized male figure with large black, leathery wings. "Incubus... Feeds on the sexual desires of women..." He read, closing it with a heavy thud. He looked up toward the bathroom, the door was still open, and the ache in his stomach only grew. "Mother dear, your son is hungry... So very hungry..." He said in a growl, to no one but himself.

When Melinda finally made it out of the shower, she came out to find the lights turned down and music playing from somewhere in the apartment, it felt like it was all around her. The door down the hall was cracked open and soft light showed from within. "Mother... Have you finished your shower?" Elliot called, out of site, from within the room. "Come in, I've made your bed for you."
 
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