"No, baby. Up a little more." She guided his fingers so he could feel what she was talking about.

She sucked in a breath as his fingers hit the spot she had been directing him to. He smiled a little.

"Yeah... That's it. Don't stop." She began to arch her back, thrusting her hips slightly as he continued with his hand manipulations. "Oh... oh..."

He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." She was taking deep, gasping breaths. "Don't... You stopped."

He looked into her eyes, releasing her nipple from his mouth. "More. I want to know more."

Breathing heavily and glaring slightly, she shook her head. "More? You haven't even finished this one ye..."

His fingers were suddenly in motion, swirling slightly, thrusting into her, and she could no longer speak as a wave of pleasure hit her. She cried out and grabbed on to his bare arms, digging her fingers into his flesh deeply.

Her entire body was out of control as he continued the stimulation of her hypersensitive nerves. She tossed her head back and forth, arched her back, thrust her hips and moaned loudly as he continued.

"Jeez," he said, momentarily teasing her nipple again with his tongue, "I didn't know you were still so flexible, Mom."

Education

by Lara Bartram

Ryuuji flopped on the bed next to his mother. "I didn't know it was so... complicated," he said, staring at the ceiling.

She chuckled and ran her finger down his chest. "You are too, but most boys just never seem to learn how much fun all the extra sensation can be." She smiled and ran her finger over the layer of sweat on his chest. "I think I'm finished for the night. You have school tomorrow anyway."

Ryuuji sighed dramatically. "Yeah, I suppose."

His mother laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, Ryu-chan. You won't be there forever."

"Mom, are you sure you're..." Ryuuji gesture vaguely. "I'm still..."

"Sorry, Ryu-chan. You wore me out. I'm not as young as I used to be."

He pouted. "I suppose. Sometimes I just can't... I need it, you know?" He hated that feeling because it was just so embarrassing, having to walk around with a giant hard on like that.

"I know. I'm sorry. Tomorrow we can try something else. But we both need our sleep now."

"I don't know if I can like this, Mom." Ryuuji rolled back over and put his arm across her chest. He scooted over so their bodies were against each other. "Come on, just a little..."

"No, Ryu-chan. It's too late; I'm too tired."

Ryuuji frowned a little, looking at his mother. "Mom..."

"I said no!"

"I said, I need it. Now. You got what you wanted, now I want something in return. You gave me this," he said angrily, pressing his erection against her thigh, "so now you have to take care of it."

"Ryuuji Te..."

He wasn't waiting for her any longer. He shut her up by kissing her and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She fought to separate herself from him, pushing against his chest, but he straddled her and pinned her down with his body.

Ryuuji started to slide his body down, wriggling subtly so he could finally get some relief from her. He ended the kiss and met his mother's angry gaze. "I thought you were tired? So stop moving around already."

Instead of letting him have his way, she continued to struggle, more annoyed that he was disobeying and that she had lost control of the situation. "You little brat. Get out of here! You think I'd just let you do whatever you wanted? Not after that little show."

Actually, Ryuuji was beginning to enjoy the little game he was playing with his mother. She wriggled so deliciously as he held her wrists, he wasn't about to let her go. "C'mon, Mom. It's not so bad."

"What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!"

"Mom," Ryuuji said quietly, "I don't understand why you're fighting me. It'll only take a little bit."

"That is not the point any longer! God damn it, you listen to me!"

Ryuuji slammed her hands back on the bed. "NO! You listen to ME! How dare you refuse me when you practically RAPED me! You knew! It wasn't like I agreed to be your little bitch; you just TOOK everything from me and didn't care how much you hurt me!"

"Ryuuji, I never..."

"Don't lie to me!" he yelled. "You damn well knew what you were doing! You would have never been able to manipulate me like you did if you didn't know what you were doing. I'm not stupid!" There were tears of anger and hurt in his eyes as he yelled.

"Don't you see? I would have done anything for you before, and I'd do anything for you now... But you didn't even _think_, did you? I wasn't a person to you. Dad died and I was your convenient little sex toy. And you used me like I wasn't alive, like I really was just a toy, and you have no idea..."

Ryuuji turned his head and tried to wipe his eyes on shoulder, the tears hot and stinging. "You don't have a clue how much you hurt me..."

He released his mother's wrists and sat up straight, wiping his eyes. "And now... you don't even care. You never cared." Ryuuji crawled off the bed, slipped on a shirt and pants, and left.

The park at night was his sanctuary. Peace, silence, alone with only his thoughts. Oftentimes, he shut even those out and became one with the darkness around him. It was what he was doing that night, the air still, and even the cicadas were quiet.

It was tranquil to the point of frozen.

"I thought I'd find you here."

"Leave me alone, Mom. I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm leaving."

"Don't say that." A whisper of the grass and a hand on his shoulder. "You don't need to leave."

"I do. I have to. It's just not working out. It... we shouldn't have ever..." Ryuuji shook his head. "It's never been right to do it, and you knew it. And I knew it. But I couldn't fight you then, and I won't fight you now. It just has to end."

"No, Ryu-chan, it doesn't need to. Just tell me what the problem is. If it's something I'm doing, then just tell me. Anything." She kneeled at his side, her hand on his forearm.

"It's not right!"

"You know that's a lie. If you asked, no one would be able to tell you why it was wrong, just that it was. Get over that and then tell me what's wrong."

Ryuuji leaned his forehead on his arms. "I don't know. I don't know how to make things better when they feel like they're all wrong. I resent you, but I can't help that I still love you."

He leaned over and rested his head on her breast as she put her arm around him. "I'm sorry you feel that way, and I really am sorry about everything that happened." She kissed his head. "I know what I did was incredibly selfish, and I know... how badly I hurt you. When you father died, I went a little crazy. I know that."

"Mom," Ryuuji whispered, "I just... I feel so..."

"Used? Betrayed? Hurt? Alone?"

He didn't answer, but his tears soaked her shirt.

"I know how you feel," she whispered. "I really do. Let's go back to the house and I'll take care of you." She stroked his hair lovingly, rocking him ever so slightly.

"No, I'd rather stay here." He sniffled and put an arm around her. "I just... I don't want to go back. Not now."

"We don't have to. We can stay here as long as you want." She reached up slowly undid the top button of her blouse. "We can do anything you want." The second button was undone.

"Mom..."

"Don't talk. Anything you want."

This time, his hand moved up slowly and worked at the buttons. "I just don't want to hurt you," he whispered, continuing to undo the buttons. "I don't want to be hurt anymore."

"And I don't want you to be hurt. Anything you want," she said breathily as her shirt was pulled open.

Ryuuji's desire was back, more powerful than before. He panted heavily on her skin, controlling the trembling in his hands. He refused to break down and become little more than an animal; he wanted to continue what they had been doing before the whole nasty situation had started.

Those had been moments full of love and passion, enough to make his chest hurt with the overload of emotion. "You've poisoned me, Mom," he said between kisses to her stomach. "I'm damaged goods now. No one will ever want me," he continued as he kissed his way to her breasts.

"I want you." she said, working his fingers into his hair. "I need you. Don't ever think no one wants you." She pulled his head up and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

When they separated, she whispered fiercely in his ear, "I'll never let anyone hurt you again. We'll always have each other."

"I'd do anything for you, Mom," Ryuuji whispered back.

"And now," she said in hushed tones, "I want you to take me right here, in the middle of the park. Right where anyone might see us. Can you do that, Ryu-chan? Are you up for it?"

"Oh yeah, Mom. I'm ready."

Wriggling madly, fueled by the need for the feel of each other's body, the two undressed each other in the grass. Even the cold, wet dew on the ground was unable to ease the sudden fire born of misery and desperation.

"Mom, I can't lose you now," Ryuuji said as his body assumed a very familiar position atop his mother's. "I think... I think if something happened to you, I couldn't live."

He leaned his head down to kiss her, simultaneously moving his body forward slightly. That seemed to burn away the last of the sour feelings, leaving only pure sensation between the two.

With sudden power and speed, Ryuuji was well on his way to satisfaction with his mother crying out breathlessly beneath him.

They moved in synchronization, looking more like some sort of strange machine than two living people. Though no machine undulated like they did, oozed sweat, made sounds the way they did.

Short, gasping breaths, punctuated by sounds of pleasure, a perverse squelching sound as they collided and pulled apart. Maybe it wasn't right, and maybe they would get caught, but there was nothing to tear their attention away from the fire burning between them.

Ryuuji felt the familiar pressure, tightening, and knew the encounter was almost at it's end. Yet, it was only a single event, one of the many turning points in their relationship. But one event.

There would be many more to follow, of that he was sure. He grunted once and quickly pulled away, his body shuddering with the effort of not releasing. He paused like that, his rear end in the air, his face pressed into his mother's breasts.

He stayed that way a moment before sitting up on his knees, towering over the smallish form of his mother. Her eyes opened partway and looked at him, shining slightly in the darkness.

Placing his left hand on her knee for balance, Ryuuji grasped his still rock hard member with his right. "Like this, Mom," he whispered. "No accidents." He began to stroke himself slowly, looking down at her. "Unh... I love you, Mom."

As he moved, his hips jerking, it took only a few moments with her female body entirely exposed to him before his essence emptied out of his overheated flesh.

The only sound escaping from him was a low moan as he squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back toward the sky. The only other sound was from the nighttime insects, who even seemed quiet, and the quiet splotching as his seed impacted on his mother's bare stomach.

The rush subsided and Ryuuji sat back roughly on his heels, shaking lightly from the physical expenditure. He was still as he sat and experienced the nightly breeze on his bare skin. The insects continued to drone, but he could hear the heavy breathing of his mother along with them. Well, it had been his night and she would have to wait for another time.

Ryuuji opened his eyes as she sat up. "I hate you."

"I love you, Ryu-chan."

He sighed. "I love you, Mom."

"Let's go home now."