11 A story of a mother & son (END)

She still needed to be punished, I knew, and bad. I had one more thing in store for her, and I was positive it would suffice. 

I had one hand fooling around in my mother's pussy, and I used the other to pull her face closer to mine. I took one long lingering look at her, then pressed my mouth against hers. She kissed back, and very eagerly. 

I leaned my body into hers. My cock rested against the inside of her thigh and was mere inches from her pussy lips. She used one of her hands to finish the job, bringing me inside her. 

It felt even better than fucking her ass, incredibly. I thrust my cock as deep as I possibly could, so deep that my balls slapped against her as I pounded away. She had her hands on my ass, which was a major turn on for me. As I increased my intensity, her grip on my ass intensified as well. It was almost painful. 

I fucking loved it, however brief it lasted. I came after no time at all. My mother grinned as I shot load after load into her, her tears from earlier drying on her cheeks. I had meant to punish her with my cock for a more extensive period of time...but my cumming couldn't be helped. It really fucking couldn't. 

She smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back, feeling happy with myself for the first time in what felt like forever. In The Grove, I had no sense of time or space, so it very well could have been forever. Forever felt like a long time to me though. It was probably more like never. 

I remember wishing that I could remain with my mother in The Grove, or rather, the space in my mind The Grove had created for my mother and me. I had nothing to return to outside of it other than Goldie. 

He'd do just fine without me anyways. It wasn't me he needed; it was this place, the place that had given both of us hope, a reason to live. Heck, it even gave me a chance to see my mother healthy again, when she was young and alive and nostalgic for the present. 

It was nice fucking her too, of course. 

But the idea of leaving was scary to me. I didn't think I would be able to do it on my own. But here's the thing: I had absolutely no say in the matter. I would leave whether I wanted to or not -- that was for certain. 

I took another look at my mother. She was curled up on the floor, resting peacefully amidst my turmoil. Her pretty face looked even more beautiful in sleep, and I felt an urge to caress it. Suppressing it, I stood and sat down in a chair. 

The cards from earlier were splayed every which way on the table before me. I picked one up and inspected both sides -- totally blank. I started picking up cards at random and, examining them, found the same thing to be true for each of them. 

A sudden noise made me swivel in my seat. My mother was now awake and walking right towards me, in a trancelike state. Her hair was sticking every which way, and as I watched, it started to fall out in thick clumps. By the time she reached me, she was totally bald, and was looking considerably thinner. 

The hair on my arms stood straight up. My mother was no longer the young, healthy women that I had just fucked -- this was the version of my mother that I absolutely hated, the one the cancer had created. I felt sick to my stomach. 

All at once, wind picked up all around us, blowing cards all over the place. Once stuck to my mother's eye and stayed there, as she made no attempt to remove it. Two others flew from the table and landed on her breasts, one card for each of them. 

These weren't the blank cards from before, no. This time they had writing on them. The one on her eye said You, while the one on her left breast said Are. 

It was the overall message that I got from reading the last one that really scared the shit out of me. As I read it, I remember feeling a coldness wrap itself around my heart that I had never known before. 

The last one said Ours. 

... 

I woke to the sounds of destruction and despair, my kind ravaged and raped. It wasn't the women they were after...those they murdered without a second thought. It was the men they were after. I had some purpose in the real world after all...who would have thought, eh? 

... 

My mother was gone, the cards were gone, there was only The Grove. Somewhere to my right I could hear Goldie whimpering. In front of me was a Being I had never seen before, and behind it I could see another Being prodding the former with its...with a body part. Almost as if urging it on. 

The creature closest to me opened itself inward, releasing hundreds of miniscule tentacles. They moved slowly towards me. 

The whole thing was quickly becoming surreal. Honestly, I didn't even know what was real anymore. Or what real even was. What I'd seen and done in my mind could surely be considered strange by some, sure, but this...this was real life, it wasn't supposed to be like this. 

As the tentacles creeped towards me, my mother's image flashed through my mind. She had her hands in the air, an ecstatic expression on her face. I knew where the image was from -- a vacation we had taken to Disney Land, just the two of us. It was one of the best times of my life, and I took a bit of comfort from thinking about it. 

Still, the tentacles were almost upon me, anxious to reveal my fate. I closed my eyes, wanting to have my mother here beside me, not just as a phantom in my mind. I dug my nails into the dirt beside me, praying that it would come true, that she would suddenly appear beside me and make everything ok. 

It was a stupid fantasy. I tried telling myself that, that I would never be able to see her in a space other than the one in my mind. I felt like crying. It really was true, wasn't it? 

But when the first tentacle touched me, I saw her for real.