Primitive Hope

Author's Note: It is strongly recommended that you read Chapters I and II to completely understand the magnitude of Kristen's inward journey. Her journey continues as she has been taken to an undisclosed location, bound in heavy chains and blindfolded in a rugged crate. The purpose of this story is simple... a woman is stripped of her worldly existence and made to build herself back up in a more purified state of substance.

It must have been hours before I woke to find myself lying in a plush king size bed. The velvet comforter and pillows bore bright white warmth as the early morning sun lovingly cast its rays inside a huge marble bedroom. Looking up, I saw countless tall windows that overlooked the vast picturesque desert of the Nevada desert. In the distance, I could see the minute specks of sin city. It seemed so far away... just as my life that I had forsaken over a year ago.

Sitting up, I found myself fully nude and obviously bathed. I wasn't afraid, especially after inhaling the sweet aroma of the herbal oils used to rubdown my body. I tried to figure out where I was exactly as this room was new to me. The last thing I remembered was being auctioned off and Fiona angrily pulling that black hood over my head. God, I felt like a savage... or maybe what a slave felt like years before my time. The act of erotic supremacy, treated like an animal was something I came to relish. I had come so far in this all-female society, and to live day to day as my ancestors did made me a better woman. Working for the things most women take for granted, such as food or electricity had made left me completely changed. I was pure... whole. The barren, overweight divorcée I left behind in Chicago last year was dead.

I crawled from the plush bed, stretching in the luxuriating sensation of a sweet mattress and silky sheets to sleep between. Compared to the savage conditions I was living in, this was an awesome change. The bedroom was huge... the walls and flooring, a milky white elegant marble. No decorations, no furniture, nothing except a magnificent golden mirror standing over ten feet high. I realized that it had been over a year since I was able to actually see what my body had evolved into. No mirrors or anything reflective was allowed, except for the occasional momentary reflection I was able to see bathing in the spring. Jumping out of the bed like a giddy teenager on prom night, I rushed over to see completely altered woman in the mirror's reflection. My flesh now glowed with a deep bronzed tan. I caught my breath upon seeing my bald head, now sporting a dark mahogany hue. Oh my God... I was thoroughly changed. Gone were the chubby folds of my once plump stomach... my once heavy motherly breasts were considerably smaller, yet still retained their genetically plentiful size... my cottage cheese thighs and big wide ass were smoothed out by exercise and a healthy diet. I ran my appreciative palms over my breasts, appreciating my now modest and tone waist size. With the bright sunlight illuminating my body from the side, I was thrilled... absolutely delighted by the prominent, tantalizing results I had struggled so hard for. I wasn't a ripped bodybuilder like Fiona or Cindi, but I certainly had molded my body into something far more deserving than before. And I unequivocally adored how my small stomach and waist flared out into a set of wide, ample hips. I had kept my hourglass figure, and I quietly thanked God for keeping my inherited form. I somehow knew Cindi would appreciate every curve I had sculpted especially for her...

Running my callused hands across my skull, I felt a myriad of rugged bristles of hair on my tan skull. It hit me that it had been a few days since Fiona had confined me, and was in need of a good shave. I had come to embrace my bald features, having been completely hairless for well over a year now. I had come to love the daily ritual of my head being doused with warm water, and seductively cleansed of hair. It had become the central core of my new life, and honestly, I was sickened by the meager burr I now had. It reminded me of a life I had willingly abandoned so long ago. My life of self-indulgent gluttony and egotism-- dependent on someone else for my ultimate survival. I was free from that thankless life. Stripped of everything the world had taught me to depend on. Having been forced to fend for myself, I grew my own food and created a barbaric, yet cozy home for my lover and I. It was honestly the best thing that ever could have happened to me. Although most would say I took a thousand-year step back in terms of the evolutionary chain, the experience cemented my will to be the best woman I could be for Cindi. Now, I did not need a person to complete me. But in being away from Cindi for so long, I truly found myself missing her terribly. I now could see the brilliant purpose 'Mother' had in mind for me all along.

I must have gotten lost as I stared at my new body because I didn't hear the young woman enter the vast marble berth.

"Madam?" asked a coy young girl, maybe all of 19 years old.

Turning around, I saw this charming young woman politely at the doorway. Her hands pressed together much as any refined handmaiden would. Her head was bowed in servitude, and dressed in a Grey chiton, much like ancient Greek women wore from long ago. Her smooth shoulders were bare, tinged with an olive hue to her flesh. Her long vermilion colored hair cascaded down her arched back, pushing out a sweet curvy ass that hinted at some thick juicy thighs not far away. Beneath the flimsy material, I clearly saw two promising knolls of buxom breasts... perfect and absolutely ripe. Yet she was statuesque in every supple way a woman could possibly be. Atop her head, she wore an ancient headpiece, adorned with gold and silver ornamentation. Both of her wrists bore two gold bracelets similar to her headband. But most intriguing was her symmetrical body, so perfectly lithe and shapely.

"My God, you are beautiful." I managed to utter.

Her face lifted, revealing a remarkably attractive young face. My heart leapt, keenly taken by her fawning looks. Her turquoise eyes glowed with the confidence of a thousand women. And her ripe lips... so eager for just the right kiss. The cheekbones', complimenting her eyes and jaw so eloquently... While I loved how my castaways (I had just spent a year with) looked, seeing a young woman in all her glory with flowing hair, subtle makeup and statuesque features left me wanting.

"I've been appointed to you during your transfer." She respectfully said, bowing her head back down in total servitude as she knelt.

"I am Euterpe... I am bound to you." She politely spoke, bending over to lay her head on the clean marble floor.

"Euterpe?" I thought to myself. Having taken two years of Greek philosophy in college, I knew the meaning of her name quite well. According to myth, Euterpe was a daughter of Zeus, well known as the "giver of pleasure" with her name meaning "delight". I was deeply intrigued, and heavily aroused.

With her hands flat on the floor, and her forehead resting atop them, I was able to see the inviting outline of her limber body as nature had intended. Naturally, my focus centered on the maternal width of her splendid backside. I had thankfully become a true ass girl through and through, and perhaps this could be another woman I could seduce so my tongue could disappear between the glorified cleavage of her ass. Oh my... I had to calm myself down. After all, she had just arrived.

"You say you are bound to me?" I asked.

"Yes, Madam." She replied, still in her respectful pose.

"And what do you mean by 'transfer'?" I asked.

"You have been anointed the status of "a?ap?µ????". You are favored within the circle. I am here to prepare you for consecrated wedlock." She replied.

"So I am no longer on the lowest order of a woman here?" I responded.

She faithfully answered, "No, Madam."

Wow. I made it. After a year living like an animal, I had proved my worthiness to Cindi and Mother. When she said I was to be prepared for wedlock, I almost lost it. Now I had proof that I was indeed going to marry Cindi, and become her legitimate wife. I was ecstatic! But I had to make completely sure that Euterpe knew whom I was to be married to. I made her stand, asking her to show me who was to be my bride.

Euterpe took me by the hand, and dressed me in a flimsy white kimono with thin spaghetti straps that barely held the cloth to my body. The kimono fell just above my feet as she then led me outside into a grand antechamber that was made of pure marble. (Everything in this annex must have been made of marble!) The ceilings were unbelievably tall, and all illuminated by the glorious sunshine of the late morning through windows garnishing the ceiling. It reminded me of a grand cathedral. I had never seen such wondrous beauty in my entire life. This was certainly something they didn't show me on my first tour last year. But as we made our way through the temple, Euterpe guided me into a small entryway leading into another room, but obviously more private in character. There, in the center, stood a twenty-foot tall marble statue of a huge muscle bound woman dressed in an ancient Greek robe. The statue's right hand was rising high into the sky, holding a sacred chalice as if offering it to the Gods. The robe barely clung to the woman's Herculean frame, draped across her left shoulder leaving the other one bare. My God, her body had the thickest of muscles. She was unequivocally stunning whoever she was... and as I came to stand beneath the statue, I clearly saw the woman's face and head... completely bald.

It was Cindi.

I caught my breath, taking in the sheer scale of Cindi's colossal sculpture. Euterpe fell to her knees, and began worshipping the stone statue in fondness. I could tell it wasn't because she was forced to either, but rather as an admirer of such feminine power.

"Kallisto is to be your wife, your eternal spouse." Euterpe softly voiced.

"Kallisto?" I asked, wondering what on earth she meant.

But before I asked her to explain, I saw a golden plaque at the bottom of Cindi's statue. On it, written in the finest calligraphy read "Kallisto, Goddess Of The Most Beautiful."

It was becoming quite clear that this society Cindi had become a part of was based on the ancient civilization of the Greeks. Apparently, women were to take the names of Greek women in assuming their new lives as Goddesses of the highest order. Once they were purged of their past lives; they were to become something greater and more powerful than ever imagined. Outside, women were enslaved to the worldly shackles of money, men, and capitalism. Here, women were to be cherished and exalted as magnificent goddesses of the highest order. I was simply amazed. This was something that was simply to good to be true. As I stood gazing at Cindi's mighty chest and arms, I felt Euterpe's hand slip inside mine.

"This way, Madam." She whispered.

She led me through a smaller passageway that took us to the artisan's workroom. At least ten women, all dressed in hard leather sarongs were busily working on two other sculptures. The workers were all buff and hard working, their well-built bodies turning me on. I loved how they were all sweaty and dirty, just as I was back at our camp. But as we made our way in, I saw a huge square block of granite as tall as Cindi's statue was. Euterpe stopped, gazing up at the crude slab in awe.

"What is it?" I moronically asked.

Her bluish eyes lovingly stared into mine, saying "This is to be your statue. The gorgeous fiancée of our matriarch deserves nothing less... Our Queen."

"Me?" I asked, flabbergasted by such an honor. "I'm really not worth all this."

Her hand tightened around mind with assurance.

"Your beauty intoxicates us... This statue will cast an aura of magnificence and grace on us." She voiced, stepping closer to me with the intent of kissing me right there.

I too wanted to make love to this sweet angel. Her devotion to me was simply breathtaking to see. And nothing would suit me more than to have sex with her right here in the middle of this dusty, smutty room. After all, I've made love in more foul places.

Together, hand in hand, Euterpe and I left the artisans' workshop and made our way back to my chamber. I knew as well as she did, what we were meant to do. Not only would she bathe me, but we would also make love... love of the purest and most eloquent manner known to a woman. But what really made me smile was knowing that a marriage to Cindi was finally in the works, and that I would soon be reunited with my girl after a yearlong absence. Plus, these women were crafting a statue of ME? What had I done to deserve such honor? All I was doing was pursuing the woman I forever knew belonged to me.

Euterpe led me through a vast channel of softly illuminated corridors and magnificent passageways until we reached an area I immediately recognized... It was where I was brought to when I first arrived. Euterpe explained that this was the assembly where the new inductees were initiated. We passed by a small berth where I saw a fascinating spectacle... a thick brunette woman, not fat or chubby, but quite shapely and very tantalizing to look at. She looked to be in her early 30's, and was absolutely fuckable. Her plump hour glass figure left me curious to know more about this new arrival. Her body held remarkable features I had come to adore in a woman... full, motherly breasts... a sweet taper in her waist, forming a delightful set of wide hips. Her wrists, ankles, and waist were strapped to a huge chrome table with her arms and legs stretched out from her body, much like I was when I first arrived. But she already had short, brown hair... not burred, but slightly "butch" in nature. She just looked like a girl who could seriously beef up with no problem. A vulgar chrome ball filled her mouth, strapped to her head with four leather straps. I couldn't help but stop and gaze at the shocking, yet sensual scene.

"She arrived last night with Fiona." Explained Euterpe in a soft voice, careful not to disturb the two servants carefully tending to the inductee's short hairdo. "She came from a appalling situation... an abusive partner and unhealthy lifestyle."

"What will Mother do with her?" I asked.

Turning to gaze at me, Euterpe had thoughtful look in her eye. "Whatever you desire." Euterpe replied.

I immediately thought of her becoming a strapping, beefy bodybuilder with muscles the size of Cindi's, or perhaps bigger. But me? Why was it up to me to decide on what this lovely woman's fate was?

"Whatever I desire? What?" I asked, dumbfounded by her answer.

"This woman is to be you and your wife's chambermaid." Euterpe said, standing before me.

Euterpe took me as we strolled into the dimly lit chamber. Instructing me to stand to the side, Euterpe silently spoke with the two other lovely vassals. But as I stood there, all I could do was look at this new woman. I wondered how bad her life must have been... how she heard of this place, and if she would be thrown out to the rocks for conditioning. But somehow I looked beyond her buxom features, somehow knowing she made the best decision of her life. Stepping closer to the brunette at the table, I gazed into her lovely green eyes. We made eye contact before I stopped, perhaps a foot away from her. It was amazing to know she was about to embark on a life-changing journey. I think it was shocking for both of us to see the state of each other in direct contrast... me, bald, fully tone and healthy... and her hair that just begged for a shave.

"Madam?" Euterpe whispered in my ear.

I turned.

"You may begin by stripping her hair... if you so wish." Euterpe said.

I about died. Me, shave her head?

With a sly grin, Euterpe showed me where the sheers and razors were kept. I was instructed to take the discarded hair and place it in a nearby furnace once I was done, but to make absolutely sure the brunette watched me do it. All the while, my heart thumped like a pounding machine in my chest, flabbergasted that I was about to deprive a woman of her most beloved festoon... the very semblance of womanhood and femininity was a woman's locks. As shocking as it was for me to experience, I knew full well that it was the first and foremost step in stripping one's self of a past identify. While I knew the profound significance of the shaving, this new girl may not. This thrilled me beyond compare... I was to partake in this woman's initiation. It would be me who would peel away the soft, luxurious mane of hair... Euterpe sauntered to the wall where a control panel was to switching on a hydraulic mechanism. The loud engine rumbled to life, lowering the chrome table as it positioned the woman flat so that her head was right below me.

Handing me the electric sheers, Euterpe grazed my wrist with her appreciative fingers as she took her leave. I stopped her, wanting to know one more thing...

"Am I allowed to talk to her?" I asked.

"As you see fit, Madam." She replied as she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Now we were alone, and I was a nervous wreck. Talk about a role reversal! Here it was me who had this done a year prior, and now look at what I was about to do. Standing behind the curvy brunette, I stammered as to what to possibly say. Unable to think of anything, I just lowered my face to hers and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead. Closing my eyes, I felt our hearts connect in some mysterious way... I remembered how thoughtful and loving the girls were when they shaved my head, and this debutante deserved no less. Thinking about that, the words came to me.

"In time, you'll thank me for this." I whispered.

I could hear her sigh as I switched on the clamorous sheers. The buzzing sound was so vile, yet so essential for her to experience... so hypnotizing in a romantically repulsive manner. Looking down, I could see there was not one trace of fear in her eyes. This baffled me since I was expecting hysterical tears and cries of mercy. Her boldness clearly made it known of her willingness to begin the shave. It shocked me to no end. I wanted to stop and just hold her in my arms, but I had to focus on the good this would do for her. The first step in recovery is always the hardest, and as I knew, this one act would be the most abominable. I lovingly placed my free hand upon her soft bare shoulder; taking a deep breath as the unmerciful sheers dug into her soft thick hair. Hearing the grinding of the sheers, I drudged ahead as a thick lump of hair gradually floated to the floor. Despite the steel ball lodged in her mouth, I could tell this was a welcomed act of transformation for her. Sighing heavily, it was as if she couldn't wait for me to take another swipe at her hair.

I was actually glad I had a woman who enjoyed this deed. If this girl had been an emotional mess like I was, I might have chickened out and had someone else strip her head clean. But it wasn't... it was borderline magical. I absolutely loved watching myself peel away the dark hair, leavings lines of pasty white skin in its magnificent wake... inch by luscious inch. Once the sheers had finished it's brutal task, I suddenly had the urge to feel the bristly roundness of her skull... I almost lost myself, feeling my own head become dizzy in indulgence and eroticism. I had done this... I had shed this lovely woman's garland of pride and individuality.

"Oh my God." I whispered to myself, kneeling down to run my palms across every inch of her freshly shaved skull.

My face floated by the rugged skull, tenderly kissing the skull. I caught myself, realizing my duty had yet to be finished. I forced myself to stand, going to the nearby cabinet for the shaving cream and razor to finish the job. I held my breath, still amazed that I was actually shaving a woman's head clean.

"Get a grip, Kristen." I told myself, taking a deep breath.

I thought about it, and accepted the notion that any woman coming here had to lose their prideful elements of their former lives in order to become whole. Without the selfishness of egotism and pride (makeup or hairdos), this society of women could really become a force to be reckoned with. And as I lathered the cool shaving gel into my hands, I smiled in the knowledge that what I was doing was vital for this woman's betterment.

I lathered the white cream about the skull, lovingly working the lather into the naked skin. The experience turned severely erotic, as I loved feeling the skin beneath my fingers... once that was done, I put my hands into a wash basin filled with warm water to rinse my hands. Even the water sounded sexy as I doused my hands, bringing the straight razor to her skull.

Amazingly enough, I pictured myself in Cindi's role during the entire shave. I was slow and precise... careful and loving with each and every graze. Next were her eyebrows, which gave us the chance to share many fleeting glances of assurance. And finally, when my chore was finished, I stood before the former brunette, and placed my appreciative hand upon the velvety smoothness of her hairless crown... The look on her face was remarkable... she looked as if she had been paralyzed. Deadened to the world and all it's evil. I stooped over and gazed into her lustrous emerald eyes, and saw a hollow, but content expression... shock perhaps, possibly bewilderment. Although she couldn't say anything due to the steel ball stuffed in her mouth, I could see by the look in her eyes that she was glad it happened.

"You've accomplished an extraordinary feat." A familiar voice echoed from behind.

Turning around, I saw 'Mother' after a yearlong absence. I gasped in utter shock. This was the woman who originally determined my fate by sending me out to the rocks and forcing me to spend an entire year in the camp. When I last saw her, she was outfitted in a piercing white suit with sharp features that hid her middle aged womanly figure... but now, she stood before me in a ravishing slim see-through nightgown that highlighted every ripe curve and each delicious swell of her luscious body. I remembered her elegantly smooth flattop buzz she had, and that glowing tan skin. But what triggered my memory was seeing the huge sapphire that she wore about her neck, and how low it dangled between the captivating valley of her motherly cleavage. That sapphire must have been a 10 or 20-caret diamond... it was remarkably beautiful, just as 'Mother' was. She looked as a woman in her prime, profoundly attractive for a woman (at least) in her early sixties.

Our eyes made contact as she gracefully drifted to me, extending her arm out to mine as she took my hand in hers. As she did, I fell to one knee in humble respect.

"Mother." I whispered, bowing my head.

"You have become the woman I knew you would embrace." Said Mother, lovingly stroking my hand. "Rise, my divine child."

I took in a deep breath, loving how soothing and tender her voice was. As I stood, my face brushed passed her large healthy breasts, getting an eyeful of her soft buxom flesh that begged for a lapping tongue. A fleeting image of my face buried deep between those worthy breasts raced in my mind. When I finally stood, our gaze fell into a wanton search for lust and desire in our hearts. Quite simply, I knew she wanted nothing more than to fuck me as I did her...

"Oh Mother." I softly voiced. "I almost forgot how beautiful you truly are."

Her hand buoyed beside my cheek, running the back of her fingers across my jaw and neck. My eyelids fluttered while her touch melted whatever resistance I had left to her lavish advances.

"Yes." She murmured, sweeping her hand across my shoulders and arm.

I somehow leaned closer to her without thinking. Lowering her head, mother stared at me through her brow, casting one of the most seductive looks I have ever seen from a woman. I loved how she was so much older than I was, and how everyone called her 'mother'. Yet for me, it felt strangely erotic calling her what I was so used to calling my own mother in my previous life. And as she leaned closer to me with her glossy lips and vivid eyes, I imagined her as my own mother on the brink of committing the most delicious sin known.

"What do you recommend for the beginner?" asked Mother as she stepped away, leaving me without that kiss I craved.

I took a deep breath and changed gears. Taking my hand in hers, mother and I walked around the freshly shaved woman as both of us inspected her. Mother ordered the two servants to remove the woman from the crude metal table so she could stand before us, but not before being draped in thick heavy chains.

"We should get her on the vitamins." I suggested.

"What else?" demanded mother as her hand left mine. She wanted me to acknowledge that I was in complete charge of the moment. I stepped up to the challenge without fear.

"Give me her chart." I shot back.

"No-- Look in her eyes and tell me." Mother quipped.

Standing before the woman, I took her smooth skull in my hands and gazed deep into her eyes. As any woman can tell you, we females know what keeps a woman's heart pure and genuine. When we ache, we sense the other's pain in a silent, yet knowing manner. It's just the way we women are... aware, intelligent, and shrewd when it comes to matters of the heart. And what I saw in the bald woman's eyes clearly said it all...

"She's in pain." I said while looking into her eyes, trying to gauge her soul. "Terrified in a way."

"Good... what else?" Mother asked in a proud tone.

"She should be healed before anything else. Maybe a week or two in the bedchamber, then gradually out to the rocks for conditioning." I indicated. "But her health is of top concern. She needs exercise and a good diet."

With that, Mother came up from behind me and placed her graceful hands upon my shoulders.

"Very good." Mother suggestively whispered in my ear. "But she needs to know where she stands in her New World."

Of course...

I remembered Mother's speech to me in the oil pit that day so long ago... the lecture that changed my life, and one that I could recite, word for word, for as long as I live.

I sauntered around the overweight woman, gazing at her body.

"You have been stripped of all privileges normally associated with human beings. But now you are not even that, so you might as well get used to it. You will re-learn everything all over again... You will be taught how to walk, how to defecate, even how to think. In time, you will be the strongest woman here. You came here to learn-- to grow. Here, we will tear apart your mind, body and soul, but you... you will build yourself back up again to be the most perfect being known. You will be given a new name: one that I will decide on at the end of your building period. Until then, you will be known as nothing. A mere blotch of nothingness on the heels of feminine existence. You will not be addressed, nor will you be referred to as anyone with a singular identity. Do you understand?" I asked.

With an eager nod, the woman that I had stripped of hair agreed to the brutal terms of living here in this paradisiacal world.

But at this point, I decided to try something new... put my own twist on this event.

"But if anyone does ask you you're name, you will answer "Woman". You will be known as "Woman" and nothing more. In fact, you're exact reply will be "I am Woman, I am no one." I commanded.

Glancing back at mother, I saw her magnificent face offer me a thin smile of self-satisfaction. Seeing this, I ordered the servants to take the gag from the woman's mouth. Stepping to her and putting my mouth to her ear, I asked her the very question... "So now, I will ask... Who are you?"

"I am Woman. I am no one." She aimlessly replied.

Leaning back, I truthfully felt empowered by making this woman do as I said. And for some reason, I felt as if mother for some unknown reason was testing me. Why would she make me decide on some woman's fate I had never met before? And why on earth was all this becoming so powerfully erotic for me to transform a woman before my eyes? Why was seeing a helpless woman draped in shiny steel chains arousing me? Was I becoming a pervert or something?

After 'Woman' was led away by the servants, Mother and I finally stood together... alone and together in the Defoliation chamber (but I called it the 'shave room'). My gaze timidly made its way to hers as I felt that familiar sting of attraction twist my stomach. And the way in which mother stood was breathtaking to see. Turning her back to me, the pure gold sunlight from the lone window high above in the ceiling, cast its rays upon the radiant, shapely body of Mother from behind. The sunlight accentuated every flowing curve she possessed, and made me want her even more.

"You wish to make love to me, yes?" mother inquired.

"Yes." I seductively replied.

With that, mother brought her hands up, twisting her wrists about to grasp her flimsy nightgown, dragging it down along her shoulders, yet stopping as she turned back to face me. Cradling the gown just above her nipples, I basked in seeing the summits of her healthy breasts... deep, dark inviting cleavage that cried out to me. She stood as a Goddess, as if she knew she was the sexiest female alive. And for the moment, she truly was. Her mouth hung open, gazing at me with those unforgettable "fuck me" eyes as she let go of the gown, gliding down over her nourishing breasts. When the gown slipped past her wide hips and thick thighs, I let out an audible moan of dire hope. One word came to mind... "Fertile". I couldn't explain why because she obviously wasn't able to bear children, but it just seemed like the most logical word to describe the statuesque, busty woman before me... fully nude and bare for me.

"Why me?" I asked, taking in the glorious sight of her glowing, mature radiance.

Stepping towards me, her left hand rested itself upon my face. Her smile radiated total sincerity and truth. "Because I intend you to replace me."

With that, Mother's lips glided towards mind as I felt her warm breath fall over my face. I almost lost it, but kept it together as we crept closer for our first kiss.

"You." Mother anxiously uttered, feeling her hands graze my bare shoulders.

I embraced all my hopes as my head swayed in the euphoria of this moment. I had never kissed a woman of her age... a woman who could be my real mother in terms of age. I felt my pulse rise just thinking about that sinful correlation. But as my mind focused on such an extraordinary sin, her mouth meshed together with mine in the most delightful way a woman can only know. I huffed, absorbing her moistened gesture with as much gusto as I could offer. Her magical lips blessed mine, not forcefully, but ever so gracefully. She then eased her body into my arms, nuzzling in my calming embrace. I welcomed a renewed sense of hunger, adding a layer of necessity to our already ascending climb toward homosexual bliss. I loved how I was kissing an older woman... a woman so fucking sexy and pure. And I honestly could not wait to see what treasures awaited for us in her bed.

Mother's tongue glided out, passing my teeth and swimming inside my famished mouth. My muffled growl of reassurance gave her the excuse to stuff as much of her tongue inside my mouth as possible. I wasn't about to resist. And as she did, my hands began to stroke her shoulders... feeling the texture and softness of her wonderful body. Our necks twisted and turned in hopes for a deeper kiss, tugging at her skin to pull her closer to me... I needed mother... I had to have her.

My lips captured her boiling tongue, pulling it away from her own mouth. I swallowed a mouthful of her saliva, savoring anything I could get of her... now her hands began to explore my own figure, quickly grasping my ass with fervent confidence. Answering that, I took her head in my hands to make her stay so I could inhale that tongue down my throat. As if a huge pyre had been set ablaze, I wanted to take Mother for all she had. I wanted to possess her, control her in every imaginable sense of pure passion. Here I was, a once timid woman who was living a lie... now fully immersed in this older woman's arms... making out like two teenagers in the back of a car... hungry and raw... wild and untamed.

Her sturdy hands clutched the full moons of my ass, nearly lifting me up as her mouth shot down to my bare neck. I yelped feeling Mother's teeth sink into my flesh, hungrily chewing me like a savage. My smile was mixed with amazement and lust, cradling her head in my right hand.

"Oh, Mother." I seductively whispered.

Hearing that must have ignited something because she lapped the extent of my neck, licking and savoring every inch. When her mouth enveloped my ear, I lost it. My entire body went limp, yet she held me as any seasoned pro would. She knew how to love a woman... she knew all too well.

"Gonna fuck you so good." She uttered in a low, guttural manner.

I happily replied "I want you too, Mother."

Her tongue crammed my ear as I winced, imagining her atop me, pounding me like there was no tomorrow. Her mature, yet skillful prose baptizing my body with her devotion and skill. But as soon as I began envisioning her fucking me, she pulled away without warning with my hands in hers. Our misty eyes coupled as she led me back towards a secret door in the corner of the shaving room. We passed through the portal, hand in hand as we slipped into a dimly lit passageway. I heard the heavy marble door seal shut behind us as Mother lunged for another deep, soulful kiss in the passageway. I would have loved to have seen what we looked like together in that dark hallway, her fully nude flesh against mine, sharing a kiss that spoke volumes of truth and desperation. The pops and slurps of our mouths lewdly echoed in the dusky halls... it was so fucking hot.

After our scalding make out, Mother led me down the secret walkway. Although reluctant to let go of me, she had to so we could make our way... but this gave me a splendid view of her shapely, voluptuous figure barely lit up by the candlelit passage. I couldn't take my eyes off that swaying, hypnotic set of bountiful ass cheeks, wiggling and bouncing as she walked. I wondered to myself if she had any idea of my ass fetish I had developed in the year since I came here. She was going to find out.

After a long torturing walk, we finally reached what looked to be a dead end. Mother's hand carefully pressed a hidden button way up on the wall, starting up a mechanism to move the thick marble door. It was like watching Mother open Pandora's box... seeing the huge vast chamber of mother's before my eyes. Inside, a huge array of tropical plants and trees decorated the chamber. Stepping in, Mother guided me inside as I took in the wondrous marvel of her private quarters. I felt like Alice in Wonderland just looking at the amazing greenery and aroma of nature and tranquility. I heard the quiet rustling of water not far from me, and as I looked, I saw a small stream flowing through the entire length of the grand chamber. Manmade or I should say "woman-made" as its enormous bed was constructed of solid concrete.

"That's the city's water supply. A living well that flows about 20 miles below us." Said mother, walking me by the peaceful setting.

"It's so beautiful." I could only say as I stopped to take in the wondrous beauty of this awe-inspiring woman.

She was different. Something stood out as uniquely distinct from all the other Vixens here at the camp. Yes, she was older and more seasoned than the rest, but beyond the slight wrinkles and glowing skin was a magnificence far beyond that which I expected. Her aura shined a lustrous sheen... she just seemed perfect. A glorious depiction of what a woman SHOULD be... in her prime. Beyond my sensual cravings for her, she just felt like she was not of this earth... something spiritual... magical.

And she knew I sensed it as she stopped to take my hands in hers. Stepping in closer, her glowing teal eyes penetrated my heart, as if opening the gates of my very soul. Lifting her hand, the tips of her fingers gingerly grazed my jaw, cradling me as if a sacred golden chalice. I sighed heavily, as if she cast a spell of the deepest enchantment over me. My heart, body and soul united in this sheer moment of feminine understanding. A tear flowed from my eye as I just stood there, completely in awe of this majestic woman.

She then showed me her own private bath, a huge array of rock and granite that had steps leading up to a steamy pool of inviting waters. It must have stood ten feet above the floor... I was enthralled.

"I'll bathe you in there once I'm done with you." Mother lovingly uttered behind my back, nuzzling my bare neck with those charming lips.

I turned, falling into her arms as I met her mouth with mine for a boiling kiss.

"Better plan on a few days then." I purred after my lips broke from hers.

"I already have." She replied, pulling me with her as we made our way to her mammoth bed on the other side of her chamber. "In fact, I may not even let you leave."

Stepping up the soft, silken carpet stairway leading to the loft, Mother came around, violently taking my head in her hands, slamming her mouth to mine. My hands flew up in fear as I hung to her lusty body, letting her have her way with me. How could I object with a woman like Mother? Her torrid hunger cried out for release, and I wasn't about to object.

Twisting me about, Mother eased me back upon her bed. I was smitten the entire time; just knowing I was going to do it with a woman in her 60's. This was going to be so fucking hot... as Mother fell atop me, our kiss burned like wildfire while my hands fully explored the soft sweeping contours of her lovely body. But before my hands could begin their sacred journey, I felt the weight of Mother's full breasts rest atop mine. I buckled beneath her balmy flesh, feeling the sweet goodness of those heavy tits flocking mine.

"Oh my Gawd." I said in trauma of the sensation, breast to breast... woman to woman. "God, you feel so good, Mother... oh my sweet dear mother."

Mother cooed as she lifted up, tediously glazing her hardened nipples down my ribs, across my billowing stomach. I looked down to see her wholesome orbs atop my belly... my breath fell shallow at the heavenly sight.

"I love it when you call me mother." She whispered, looking down at my flat abdomen.

"Yea?" I anxiously asked.

She nodded, "So forbidden... so sinful."

"I don't care if you were my mother, I'd die just to make love to you." I professed without a shred of doubt.

Mother glared at me with a look I would never forget... fantasy became reality. She knew as well as I did that our love affair was by all standards, erotically unique and unquestionably taboo. She brought her left hand to my face once more, stroking my cheek as a cat would its numb prey. I could see her eyes getting wet... this was something so special for her.

"I'd be honored to have you as my daughter." She confessed as I kissed her open palm.

My heart pulsed at a breakneck rate. Not only was this woman so beautiful and desirable, but we were taking it into an entirely different realm of a forbidden expression of supreme consequence. I had never imagined such a fantasy, but with her, it seemed like a perfect fit. Our curiosity broke the bonds of reality, and ascended into a higher realm of intoxicating eroticism.

"Then from now on, I will be known as your daughter." I said with my eyes acutely centered on hers, hand in hand.

"And I take you, my beautiful daughter... the girl I gave life to has come home at last." Mother breathlessly accepted.

"Ooooooooh Mother, make love to me. Make your daughter yours." I said without a shred of guilt.

Mother's face fell to my stomach, hungrily lathering my skin with her hopeful tongue. It was like she was a different woman... far more profound and intense. I tightened my entire body, surging my muscles together in absolute rhapsody. I loved how we chased this heartfelt fantasy, and it's inborn connotations. Closing my eyes, I imagined myself as her dotting little girl... a girl who carried a lifelong crush on her adoring, gorgeous mother... a girl who had now grown into a young woman, hell-bent on returning to her mother's breast, sucking it as her newfound lover... it felt divine. It felt familiar.

Her face drifted across my groin, encircling my saturated pussy. With my eyes shut, I envisioned her lovely face near the center of my soul... and when her fingers gracefully stroked my outer lips, I sighed knowing she was close. My stomach surged like waves of a furious ocean... my legs, outstretched and tense. The only thing that would ease my anxiety was my mother's mouth... her hot breath soon glazed my dripping womb. I snapped, but was quickly secured to the bed by her right arm resting atop my belly. Settling in, Mother's nose and lips smoothly swam closer to me, bringing me to the edge of known rationalization. I didn't know what I enjoyed more... the anticipation of her tasting my pussy, or her actually doing it.

Unexpectedly, I felt Mother's open mouth wallow across my aching vagina, like she tried to swallow it whole. My body jerked I tried to take a shocking gasp of air. I felt like a fiery bullet had shot me. I rose up, grasping her head in my hands, like lifting a thousand-pound barbell.

"Oh muth... mother!! FUCK YEA!!" I screamed, feeling Mother's lips part my own, feeling that sizzling tongue slip beyond the savory folds of my feminine essence.

She moaned in lucid delight, twisting her head so her tongue could dive in deeper. I loved feeling those muffled moans reverberate throughout my pussy... it heightened my euphoria, causing me to quiver like a helpless leaf in a blustery wind. And God, she was so slow in her actions. She loved eating pussy. It felt like the most glorified sensation I have ever felt. Its different with each woman I loved... but with Mother, her loving feast carried a plethora of fantasy, hope, and thrilling lust. It wasn't long before her tongue met my clit. And as if that wasn't enough, two of her fingers easily glided inside my womanhood, hungrily sucked in by my greed and gluttony. God, she was such a pro... like she knew exactly where my g-spot was... but find it, she did... and what followed was a blinding horde of cries of hope... gasps for more... and shameful confessions of incestuous love.

The only thing I remembered after that was every muscle in my body contracting at once... as if a hundred piece symphony beginning a harmonious sonata. My teeth furiously clenched as I held onto my breath... yet Mother remained fixed on me, her sole focus was me. A million tiny stars exploded behind my closed eyes as I shouted, "Mother, Mother, Mother" over and over again. It was the most splendid orgasm a woman had blessed me with... she not only brought my body to it's peak, but my heart and soul too.

Later...

Mother woke me with a gentle kiss, telling me I was out for about a half an hour. Together, we lay side by side as her face was atop mine. Seeing her gorgeous face was perfect... those penetrating sapphire eyes, so content and sure. Returning her smile, I took her head in my right hand, bringing her mouth to mine one more time. Our lips slowly lapped each others, taking the extra time to nurture the other's sordid flavor. I loved kissing this woman... this woman of maturity and grace... refined by age, and mellowed by time. But aside from my deep physical attraction to her shapely body, I came to treasure this moment with her.

My hand passed beyond her face to dig down her flowing torso until it came atop her hip. My moan of hunger was muffled, but she knew I was immediately turned on by what possibilities her wide hips could bring me.

"I understand you're an ass girl?" Mother delicately whispered as she burrowed the nape of my neck with her toxic lips.

Her kisses calmed me as I delightfully smiled, thinking of what I was going to do to that ass of hers.

"Yea." I helplessly whimpered back.

"Fiona said you spent over an hour with your tongue in her ass." She replied after flattening her tongue upon my neck.

"God, yes." I scarcely whimpered, feeling Mother's desires for me concentrate on her tongue. "I did, Mother. I sucked her ass so good... so deep."

"Yeaaah." She hungrily answered before tucking her tongue inside my ear. "I raised a good baby girl then."

A trillion goose bumps paralyzed me as I gasped in open-mouthed wonder. Mother's affection left me powerless in her lustful wake, doing and saying all the right things a girl could ever hope to experience.

"So when are you gonna taste your mother's?" she breathlessly asked with her lips to my skin.

"I just... just... don't you wanna cum first?" I asked in an unsure tone.

"We've got the rest of our lives for that." Answered Mother before gently sinking her teeth down upon my neck.

"God you're amazing." I declared, curling her body in my appreciative arms.

She raised up, sowing another deep kiss on my mouth.

"Kiss my mouth like you would my asshole." Mother quietly begged, curving her full lips in a knowing smile.

My eyes shot open, never having heard such a sordid divulgence fall from a woman's mouth.

"She said you were soft and slow." Mother continued in her hushed, sultry tone.

I could only nod yes as a long gaze ensued. I was taken by this woman's obvious thirst... amazed... breathless.

"You love a big king sized ass, don't you?" she suggested as she gingerly kissed the surface of my lips so lightly.

Like some mindless zombie, all I could do was nod yes once more. This woman had my number...

"Do it. You know you can." She spoke, savoring my lips with hers.

I quickly shifted my body, taking her head in my hands as I cracked a cunning grin. Mother returned my confident gaze as I slowly parted my lips, timidly pressing to hers. I closed my eyes to imagine that thick backside in my mind. As our lips brushed coupled, Mother abruptly went limp from her imagination as I tediously swirled my head, pretending it was the delicious orifice of her hindquarters.

Helpless and dazed, it was all Mother could do to keep herself together. "Oh fuck." Was all I heard before slipping my tongue out to skim those lips, simulating the soft pucker of her juicy opening. Seeing that wrinkled asshole in my mind's eye, I rolled my tongue across her velvety texture.

"God." Mother softly uttered. "You're amazing."

"It'd be better with your cheeks squashing my face." I replied.

With a slight nod of surrender, mother slipped out of my arms so she could lie flat on her stomach. I needed no more encouragement as I swiftly jumped up to straddle her ass. I began massaging her neck and shoulders to try and loosen her up... after all; she needed to be ready for my tongue's grand entrance. Now atop her, I took in the full scale of mother's beautiful back with my loving massage. I slumped over to nuzzle my face between her neck and shoulder.

"Oh mother, you're gonna love what I do to you." I avowed, barely gnawing her cheekbone like a starved animal.

She sighed like I was about to push her off a mile high cliff. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and didn't offer any resistance whatsoever.

"God, I've always wanted someone to really do this good." She said in a weakened voice.

"Yea?" I hungrily shot back.

"Oooooh, fuck yea..." Mother replied. "I... I just hope my ass is good enough for you."

"Let's find out." I said as I crawled down her back, massaging and kissing the deep valley of her flowing spine.

Of course I knew I'd love it because that was one of the first things I checked out when I first saw her. Its always the first thing I look at when sizing up a woman. But she didn't know, and teasing her like this made me drip with defiant lust. Sizing up her neck and shoulders, the familiar hunger for ass possessed me as I sealed my mouth to her neck, suckling her skin while my hands fluttered down her sides. Mother balked as I sank my teeth below the base of her skull, getting acquainted with my thirst for ass. I wanted her... wanted nothing more than to enable Mother the beauty of anal bliss.

"Oh fuck." Mother gasped, angrily clutching the sheets beside her face.

Her savage guttural reply was all I needed to hear as I lifted my mouth from her flesh, glazing her neck and both shoulders with my anxious tongue. I brought my hands back up, twisting them over to run the backs of my hands up and down her back. I loved how our skin felt together... it felt so right... but all I could think of was this woman's ass, and that she was stepping in the role of my beloved mother. Mother unlocked the uncivilized animal in me, unleashing the true nature in me... that of a wanton daughter bent on fucking her Mother with her tongue... I loved every fleeting second Mother allowed me to partake in this taboo coupling.

I flattened my tongue on her shoulder blade, casting a trail of savory saliva over to the low valley of her spine... this was the path that would lead me home to my awaiting feast of all feasts. I lapped the clove of her spine like a cat to milk... swaying down, leaving a trail of my saliva as obvious evidence of my anal trek. I grunted with hoarse gasps of delight, knowing her ass was near... my breasts soon felt her fleshy orbs throng my tits, engulfing me into the sexy fires of lesbian voracity. With my full breasts pressed to Mother's spheres of ass, I gazed up along the statuesque back of my Mother, placing my fingernails below her shoulder blades. With a hopeful cry, I tediously scraped her back downward until my palms rested on each supple orb of pureness. Mother boldly fought for each breath, holding the sides of her head in salacious agony, crying and moaning like a child knowing it was about to be punished.

"Your ass is so perfect, Mother." I whispered, taking in the rewarding sight of her fully rounded buff cheeks.

"I love hearing you say that." Mother helplessly replied into the pillow.

I gazed down, paying strict attention to the wondrous darkened cleft dividing those two mounting spheres of flesh I envied.

"I don't know what's more sexy... the cleavage of your tits, or this big sexy ass." I uttered.

Mother slithered on the bed like a snake, hearing my revelation as I brought my palms down on each cheek of ass with intensity, grasping a nice chunk of flesh with determination.

"God, look at this ass." I growled, readjusting my hold, kneading the flesh like sacred swells of delicious bread. "My mother's beautiful ass... so sweet... wide."

Mother screamed "Fuck yea... talk about my ass baby girl. I love how you make it sound."

"Oooh." I shot back, aroused by her vulnerability. "Like it when your girl talks about mommy's ass, huh?"

"Oh God yea. Jesus." She replied with a shudder that shook every muscle in her sexy body.

My hands continued their lengthy caresses, admiring her ass's striking width, glazed with its soft delicious tan. Given her age, her backside showed no signs of old age or decay. Not one blemish or wrinkle... and I loved how simply round its shape was... full... healthy... ripe. My breath grew shallow as I soaked in this glorious site. The inviting cleavage that assured me that a mouth-watering treasure lie tucked between her two plentiful spheres... it just had to. With an impatient breath, I lowered my lips to her right cheek, planting a full open mouthed kiss upon the outer crest of her cheek... my lips savored the prized flesh as my heart raced... I kissed the cheek as I would her lips... soft, loving and tenderly. Crooking my jaw, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, gently sucking in Mother's ass flesh... engulfing it as I would her life-giving breast. I lifted my face, suckling her ass with my mouth, popping off of it with a pool of my boiling saliva coating it... I found mother staring at me across her shoulder, looking far within my soul... knowing I was in my element. I knew then what she wanted to see, and decided to wait no longer.

With our gaze wed, I sank my face between her cheeks, submerging my mouth in her ample ass. Both my hands rested atop the mounds, spreading apart the large pumpkins so my tongue could greet the pungent flavor of her magnificent meal. Mother yelped, grasping my head, and despite no hair, she dug her nails into my smoothened skull, pulling my face deeper between the globes. Now fully submerged, my tongue slid out, relishing the loving warmth and tangy flavor of ripened ass. Licking each side of the crack; lapping, lunging, and glossing the skin as best I could, I was electrified... this was more than I ever expected. Something so meaningful and extraordinary. I vigorously tugged and shoved the mounds of ass so my face could be deluged amidst the buxom cheeks. I struggled to breathe through my nose, filling my nostrils with her peppery scent. And it wasn't much longer before my dripping tongue fell flat atop her crinkled asshole, hopeful for a lengthy swab. The saltiness stifled my tongue, but only made me hungry for more. Mother's body, squirming and writhing, suffered beneath my languid "kiss". I spread apart her quivering mounds, sliding my tongue out to lay it flat atop the delicious asshole I wanted my mouth sealed around... I was slow and deliberate... loving and sensitive to her every need... I reacted to her movements, spiritually united in the glory of our feminine symmetry. I was kissing her asshole just as I did her mouth.

"Can't believe... tasting me like this." Mother gasped in shocking accuracy.

My only reply was to sway my head between the mounting globes, flattening my tongue even more. Mother made a fist, violently striking the bed in magnificent shock of getting her ass eaten by her make-believe daughter. I was hypnotized by the event... the feel of ample ass in each palm... the pungent flavor... the scandalous reality of French kissing a 60 year old woman's ass. I became a demented animal, hell bent on stabbing her ass with my tongue.

I circled her crinkled hole with painstaking accuracy, slothfully mopping across it with reckless hunger. I could see Mother's profile between the sordid valley of her cheeks. She tried to look at me, yet was paralyzed by my tongue's expertise... her eyebrows creased, mouth agape... that beautiful face violently contorted like a deranged mental patient. Wanting to see her reaction, I tightened my tongue, sinking it further into the warm delicious anal passage. With utter finesse, my lips sealed about, encompassing the delicate asshole. Her eyes lit up, bulging from her skull, looking as if I had just stabbed her with a steel sword.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Mother cried out at the top of her lungs.

I was captivated by her traumatic facial gestures by this act of wanton hope. I was conquering this woman, my supreme female ruler, overthrowing her with my tongue. Something so small and trivial, yet so powerful in it's deeds. Her head collapsed as she began whimpering like an injured child... helpless and weak while my tongue sank deeper surrounded by the smooth tissue of her delicious rectum. I ceased tugging and pulling the bronzed mounds of ass, only to graze their orbed shape with the back of my hands. Lost in the blinding frenzy of my feast, I reminded myself just how big her ass was, and how I would lather every supple inch of those cheeks later with my tongue. But not before I would swirl my tongue inside the undiscovered sweetness of her scrumptious bowels.

Her hips gyrated beneath me. I slowed my pace, appreciating the fullness of mother's backside with eager hands. I felt her hand clamp down on mine, pushing my fingers down into the pulp of her right cheek; clutching my hand in assured conviction.

"Oooooh, I wish you could just stay there... just eat my ass like this forever." Mother gasped between anxious breaths.

I responded by kneading the fleshy cheeks, moving my fingers like rhythmic waves of the ocean, lapping at the sands of her beach. I curved my tongue, swirling to taste every recess of her prized ass. This became our paradise... fleeing into the realm of the most intimate experience for either of us. My moans of wanton hunger, garbled by pure thick ass... I had found my niche... my calling in life. All that mattered was tasting this woman's backside with the zeal of a famished beast.

"Tasting me." She helplessly uttered. "My ass... you have my ass."

I groaned in agreement, squeezing the abundance of her ripe orbs.

"Yea," Mother replied, clenching my hand tightly. "God, I can feel that tongue so deep. Its soooo good... so fucking good... deep."

I swayed my head, trying to plant my tongue further... and I did. Sinking in probably another inch, mother's body compressed, suffering through another desperate stab. I sped up my rhythm, sliding in and out of the moistened asshole. This crippled mother beyond anything I had ever seen before.

I'm not sure how long I ate her ass, but before I finished, there wasn't one portion of her lovely wide ass that didn't either get kissed, licked, or tongued. I couldn't believe how easily she let me have my way with it. Before my face lifted from her balmy ass, I gave each side of her ass crack several long laps with my tongue, savoring the luscious tang of it before meeting mother in a powerful, life-affirming kiss. Her arms gripped me with zest, vigorously kissing my lips, mauling my face and chin like a savage. I felt her gratitude boil with thankfulness as her hands held my face, making sure I wouldn't budge as she lapped away.

"Kiss my mouth like you did my asshole." Mother breathlessly urged.

With no doubt, I did as she asked, softly circling her lips with grace and tenderness with the tip of my tongue. Her eyelids went weak, as did her body, knowing that there was no difference in how I kissed any orifice on her body. It was equally filled with as much hope and desire as the next... and I knew she felt it on either opening.

"Oh my God." Uttered mother. "I love how you kiss me."

"Yea." I whimpered, cupping her chin with my forefinger. "I'm in love with your ass."

"Fuck." Mother quietly voiced in a relieved tone. "Like a person... it's own identity."

"Uh huh" I moaned before drawing her lower lip into my mouth.

"God, you're going to be perfect." Mother spoke, holding me close.

Our flesh united in the most intimate embrace... breast to breast... stomach to stomach. And naturally, my hands fell down to handle the full width of mother's flourishing hips and ass.

Mother leaned back as our eyes locked gazes. My arms held her as she lied back on our bed, cradling her like a sacred treasure of the world's richest fortunes.

Later...

I awoke to see mother crawling from bed, making her way to the bathroom nearby. Watching her bawdy strut, my eyes basked in the glorious sight of those wide hips sway with magnificent allure. Snuggled in her bed, I purred to myself, knowing that I just had that ass. I glowed with pride; still hearing her arousing expressions echo in my head while I ate her ass. Just the way her body looked was so symmetrical... the way her arms hung by her hour glass figure... how the small of her waist flared out to form her motherly hips, only to roll down into a pair of thick syrupy thighs that sparkled with a smooth glow. One word came to mind as I watched her saunter... fertile.

It was then my mind began its wishful fantasy.

Crawling back into bed, mother met me with a drawn-out kiss before settling atop me. Feeling her warmth envelope me was extraordinary, and all I could do was trace her sweeping form down her back, barely touching the plump texture of her tender ass. Mother sighed, knowing I was content. But as any good mother would know, she felt something stirring inside her daughter's heart.

"You're thinking of something," she whispered. "Tell me."

God, she was right on target. How did she know my mind was pondering a far more taboo thought than before?

"It's," I began, unsure and embarrassed. "Its nothing."

"Nothing is kept in secrecy or in shame here, my daughter." She lovingly whispered, kissing the soft nape of my neck. "Tell mother."

I shuddered hearing that low suggestive tone in her voice, almost begging for my confession. How could I resist?

I caved.

"When I watched you go to the bathroom just now," I started. "All I could think about was how beautiful you would look pregnant."

Mother cooed in agreement, kissing along my collarbone.

"And who would make me pregnant?" she murmured.

"I don't know... I..." I fumbled in thought.

She knew as well as I did who wanted to father a child with her.

"Yes you do. Say it, love. Be honest." She continued.

"Me." I finally avowed. "But I know... I know that I could never..."

Mother leapt up, suppressing my mouth with hers. It was as if she was pouring her soul down my throat.

"What if I told you that you could?" she said leaning back, gazing into my star struck eyes.

I gasped in surreal possibility. She saw the astonished shock cover my face, only to gingerly trace my jaw in assurance.

"What if I told you I was conceived by two women?" she voiced.

Was this real? Was she serious? This was biologically and physically impossible.

"How?" I asked in desperate hope.

An insidious smile graced mother's face as I could see her hatching a plan behind those intoxicating eyes.

"I'll tell you. But first, you have to undergo the experience of the other." She whispered, kissing my open palm.

"Other?" I naively replied.

With an arousing look of allure, mother voiced; "Of what it is like for the seed bearer. To understand the worthiness of conception, you must step out of the realm of the female."

Holding my breath in staggering anticipation, I instinctively nodded yes as mother left the room. Having no clue what she meant, I sat there trying to grasp what it was I was about to embark on. Coming back in with a tall glass and a flesh colored dildo, mother crawled back to me, handing me the glass.

"Drink this." She instructed. "This will draw out your primal urge to mate."

With no apprehension, I gulped down the warm strawberry tasting elixir. With the last swig, mother took the glass from my fingers, leaning to me with those luscious lips barely an inch from mine. Her hot breath cascaded across my face.

"Now, in about ten minutes, you'll start to feel things you have never felt before. You'll start to think powerful thoughts, and those thoughts shall dictate every action tonight." Mother whispered as our lips grazed each other's once more.

Still on her knees, I ran my fingertips back alongside mother's soft torso, enamored by the soft buxom skin.

"What did you mean by seed bearer? Like a man, you mean?" I sheepishly asked.

"In a way, but better." She answered as I felt her hands massage my pussy with aching precision, lowering me back upon the mattress.

Taking the lengthy dildo in her grasp, I noticed the end of it had a uniquely shaped shaft at its base, pointing upward.

Seeing my interest, mother said "It's a new style of strap-on where you don't need harnesses anymore. And it's fucking wonderful."

Mother eased the base inside me as I leapt from the sheets in frenzy. I cried out, clutching her shoulders as this was the first thing this big to be inside me in a long, long time. Mother calmed me with her "Ssshhes" and a bustle of kisses to reassure me.

Heaving in a mixture of passion an pain, I shut my eyes in uncertainty.

"Are you... are you gonna fuck me with that?" I somehow asked.

"No." mother declared. "You're going to fuck me with it. And you're going to know what it feels like to make a woman pregnant."

My eyes shot open in trauma. Did she really say what she just did?

"You're going to endure the agony of desire, hope, and ambition. To feel that raw twinge in your stomach when you look at my hips and feel that instinct to mate take over." She explained.

Apprehension took root, as I wasn't sure about this. Yet as mother slowly eased the wondrous dildo inside, every inch of it that sank inside eradicated all of my doubts. I buckled, twitching beneath mother's loving touch.

"Yeah." Mother hissed as she looked down to see the dildo, now dangling freely from my groin. God, it must have been a good eight inches in length and at least two inches wide.

Her right hand glided down my chest, gingerly tracing my quivering stomach as she reached the phallus, curling her hands about its thick base like a snake spiraling about its prey. It was then that I began feeling the effects of whatever mother had given me. My head swayed as I fell back to the bed in a fog of confusion. I wasn't sure if I had passed out, or was transported to another realm of existence... maybe both.

"Breathe" was all I heard. "Breathe, my love."

My heart exploded within my chest as the blood gushed through my veins. My first thought was anger... raw, crude hostility in its most primal form. Clenching my teeth, I hissed in blood curdling madness. I opened my eyes to see a hazy form of a woman before me as I leapt up, wanting to tear her apart. The sensation was extraordinary... all that was clear was my compulsion to destroy... I screamed at the top of my lungs as stamina flowed through me. I felt as if I was ten times the size of the biggest bodybuilder there.

From there, I began to calm down. Mother continued to tenderly encourage me as I fell back on the bed, trying to understand this unimaginable new feeling within. Mother smothered my mouth with hers as without any warning, I swung my hands about, slamming them to her meaty ass as she crawled over to straddle me. Her unbridled fervor poured into me as I felt every nerve within my flesh burn as if a thousand fires were suddenly set ablaze.

"Feel the burn in you." Mother continued before cramming her tongue down my throat.

"Yeah." I breathlessly replied, kneading her chunky ass cheeks in my greedy palms.

I felt like a possessed monster of sorts... like my typical submissive nature was cast aside in favor of this new demented beast that was brought to life. I was beginning to love it.

We made out like famished beasts as mother gyrated above me, smothering my mouth with hers. I moaned in desperate urgency, wanting to take it to the next step. Mother shifted her left hand downward, clutching the dildo still wedged within me, stroking it to life. I screamed in narcosis as I literally felt her hand touch a part of me that I didn't know existed.

"You feel it, baby?" mother seductively asked.

"Yeah, yeah... Oh my GOD yes." I barely replied, suffering from her slow, gentle strokes.

"Anything connected to you is now a part of you. That's the best part of the drug I gave you-it enhances the experience." She replied. "And you'll feel everything when you fuck me."

I began trembling as sweat covered my flesh. All of this was so new to me. Hearing mother say the phrase 'fuck me' triggered a deep down instinctive longing I never knew I had. All that mattered to me was being inside her, and as quickly as possible.

"Say it again." I commanded. "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me, Kristen. I want that big thick cock inside me." She answered in her throaty voice.

That was all I needed to hear. Clutching those thick child bearing hips, I lifted mother up as I grasped my cock, feeling it enliven as I guided it to her pussy, which I knew was ready for my furious invasion. My voracious palms fell to her round ass, feeling their robust form as mother cringed. I took this as her endorsement, bringing her down upon my stalk. I could feel Mother's buxom chest against me now, skin to skin... we both shuddered in elation as I twisted my mouth around hers for a deeper kiss. Her hands went from my sides, to my fingers as she grasped them with powerful urgency. I took a deep breath from my nostrils as did mother. That sound was so intoxicating to hear... Mother extended her arms outward with my cock pressing against Mother's thigh. Her mouth opened in delight, feeling my stiffness against her. Roaming the length of Mother's arms to her shoulders, I brought her down for another earnest kiss. Her frame shifted to where she was barely above me... I knew what was in store next.

Our kiss broke off as I took my right hand and seized my thick plastic cock, glancing down to see mother's full breasts as a rapid kiss followed. Holding my face to hers, I positioned my cock at the entrance of Mother's womb... she shuddered, feeling the tip of my phallus graze her pussy. We instantly looked at each other to make sure we knew what we were about to do... as if to reassure ourselves that our act of mating was a sure thing... and it was. Mother relaxed her beige glossy legs so that I could have more room... It was a moment we both would never forget.

Whatever this drug I had coursing throughout my veins, it was astounding, I felt sure of myself, poised... strong. And the spine tingling sensations coming from the dildo really did make it even more real for me. I couldn't believe it... it was like I really could feel every touch, every twitch of this amazing stalk. It felt as if it pulsed with its very own life, its own carnal destiny. If this was what it was like for a man, then this was going to be an experience for the ages.

Holding my breath, I tediously motioned my hips upward so that the tip of my cock penetrated Mother's dripping vagina. Our gaze didn't falter as she too held her breath from the initial rendezvous. I sighed with my mouth shaped like an "O", steadily running my appreciative palms up and down the supple sides of mother's hips and ass. The drug really kicked in as I could somehow feel the amazing warmth of her wondrous pussy easily engulfed my length. I seized up, crying out in agonizing shock.

Mother exhaled as I shoved the cock higher... her eyes rolled in the back of her head, inhaling a deep breath as my cock gradually disappeared into her expecting womb. I could not believe how incredible this felt. It was as if every nerve ending in my plastic cock boiled in Mother's scorching juices. How could I feel this intimate bond with this fake cock? All eight inches of it were now safely lodged within Mother as I grappled to find a natural rhythm between our bodies. Our uncoordinated movements were obvious, yet the insatiable fire for one another smoothed every flaw. All I could do was revel in this remarkable act of simulated intercourse. Once my mind had let go of my gender (thanks in part to the drug), I felt myself really let loose. Up above me was a woman who had willingly given her body to me, and although she was far beyond the youthful years of fertility, it suddenly hit me that I did in fact (as she predicted) wanted to impregnate at all costs. Like before, the realization surged the blood throughout my flesh... I groaned in optimism as my fingernails sank into the underside of her buxom ass. My hands wanted to feel every inch of those plush hips and thighs.

"You feel it now, don't you?" mother grunted as she steadily rose and fell on my cock.

"Fuck yeah." I hastily shot back at her.

"Wanna knock me up, huh?" mother answered as our bodies began slapping together in the familiar harmony of intercourse.

I felt my heart and stomach twist in primal need. Gnashing my teeth, I grunted like a primitive animal, guiding that nice big ass along as I flung myself up at her.

"Oooooooh fuck yea. I'm gonna do it." I hissed.

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah, our kids are gonna be born dizzy because I fucked you this hard." I shouted, hurling myself deep inside, clinging to the fantastical hope that I could in some way plant my seed in her.

Mother encouraged me with a guttural "fuck me" as I began "sawing" in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. She let out a hoarse cry this time as she felt me go deeper than before. I had never heard her like this... like an untamed beast getting mauled in the jungle. Her head thrust back, clenching every muscle in her upper body in absolute reverence. The veins in her neck bulged out as she screamed in total rapture. Her arms jolted, coming to rest around my neck as we fell into our tempo. I lifted my ass to meet her push for thrust as I cast aside all fears and inhibitions. I was no longer a woman, I was an untamed beast hell bent on mating with this magnificent female arching and buckling atop me.

"On your back." I panted, gripping her wide hips to spin her down to the mattress.

"Ooooh yea. Now you're really doing it." Mother responded before I impaled my phallus deep into her core.

Every breath she took bellowed throughout the bedroom as her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, bringing me closer than before. It was all I could do to keep my composure. After all, Mother was fucking me like a salacious whore. My strokes grew rapidly as my cock stabbed her again and again. My palms reached beneath her to clutch those invigorating hips as perspiration covered both of our faces. Her ass felt so good in my hands... those broad, enticing hips that begged for my womanly seed... I shut my eyes, letting my mind relish this moment of nirvana. I was power fucking a 60-year-old woman with the intensity and vigor of an eighteen-year-old man. I grunted, gasped, and rammed into her with one simple purpose... to plant my seed, praying that her egg awaited our brilliant fertilization.

By all definitions, we were two women fucking each other with a dildo... but in our minds, the act was more than the mind could comprehend. It was that reason mother gave me that drink, to enhance the mind's ability to perceive our lovemaking from a different point of view. I saw it as a man should... driven by need, compelled by a dire hope... obligated by nature. It was the best mind fuck of my entire life.

"Make me... pregnant. Give me a child." Cried mother in chaotic longing.

I matched her plea with heavier plunges, producing loud slaps of our flesh that echoed louder than before. Grounded by my fists fortified in the bed, I swung my hips back and forth, inspired even more by her primal insistence. Gazing down, I watched her buxom flesh absorb my thrusts, those motherly breasts swaying across her chest. I loved watching her snap back with every lunge I gave her. Her misty eyes bulged open, gazing off in a trance, as I knew she was envisioning her impregnation transpiring inside.

"Gonna do it. Gonna make you a mother... your belly swollen with my child." I declared.

Mother's face violently contorted as if she had just been shot. "Oooooooooooooh GOD YES!! I'm gonna be a mother."

Orgasm seized mother's flesh as her eyes rolled back in her head, drifting away into the throes of ecstasy as I plowed away. She began rambling a bunch of muddled groans and words, sounding like some marred animal. Her mouth hung open, violently gasping for air... her body locked up and held still for what felt like an eternity before releasing itself in a furious outburst of cries and shudders.

"Preg... I'm preg... pregnant." She wailed at the top of her lungs.

"Yes!" I assured her by lifting up to clutch her ankles.

Holding the ankles together, I shifted my body as I slipped back inside with my body on the back of her sweaty legs. I bent her backwards, rounding out her ass as I drove home my sole intent and purpose.

"You made me... pregnant." Replied mother, now held down by my domineering grasp. "Ooooooooh my baby... baby girl."

"Yea, you want a girl do ya?" I hissed back, trying to continue our verbal fantasy.

"Yea, I want a girl." She squealed like a hapless teenager.

"I'll give you a girl, you sexy fucking bitch." I heard myself say in a low devilish tone.

Leaning back, I grabbed mother around the waist, flinging her about to her knees, where I took in the glorious vista of her thick wide ass below. I collapsed, smothering my face in her ass with gusto, smothering her crack with one long swipe of my tongue before rising back. My right palm firmly planted on the crest of her cheek, I guided my cock back inside her with my left hand. Once inside, mother gasped as if I had just punctured a billow of hot air. I felt the familiar wrath of mother's desperation. Both hands clung to that savory ass, working up a furious stride, pounding her in a magnificent doggy style that would make any man envious. Ripples of my pounding washed across her cheeks as mother shoved all of her weight back at me. Roused by that sweet fleshy ass smacking my groin, I grabbed mother by her shoulders, digging in to really give her some good hard sex.

"Ooooooh yeah, baby... making sure that seed gets deep, aren't ya?" mother mumbled before getting slammed once more.

"Fuck yeah." I answered as sweat dripped from my brow.

I couldn't believe the savageness of our sex, nor the bloodthirsty demands I made of her. I felt as if I turned into the Incredible Hulk with power beyond anything I had felt before. Our fucking lasted well into the night as I exhaustively wore mother out. After a brief nap, I was awoken by her soft loving kisses as she peacefully asked for the dildo to be planted deep in her ass. With no qualms, I happily put her on her knees and slowly slid my cock inside her big beautiful ass, completely vanishing it between those plentiful globes of savory magnificence. All I could remember was just hours prior, my tongue was performing the same luscious deed as my phallus was. Mother urged me to talk about her ass at the onset, taking it slow and sensual. But it was inevitable... our drawn-out, unhurried copulation evolved into powerful anal sex that covered our bodies in sweat.

Exhausted, I fell asleep nestled amidst the tender bosom of my "mother". I was satisfied... whole... content.

The Next Afternoon...

Groggy from the aftereffects of the drug, I slowly came around as the afternoon sunlight poured into our bedroom. Mother was fast asleep beside me, thankfully on her stomach so I could see the curved orbs of her upturned ass. Gently scooting beside her, I delicately ran my fingertips over the curve of those cheeks, all the while gazing at them as if I were touching solid gold. I hoped my ass looked this good when I turned 60.

"Mother?" I whispered.

Stirring from her slumber, she looked about as she propped herself up on her elbows before meeting me for an amble kiss of affection. After several moments, we pressed our foreheads together, aware of what transpired the night before.

"I never felt more alive than last night." I whispered between planting soft kisses upon mother's cheek and nose.

"Did you like it?" She quietly inquired.

Looking into those alluring sapphire eyes, I nodded with a telling smile. Mother slithered in for another kiss in our shared exultation.

"I knew you would." She continued. "That drink I gave you had just one ingredient that Cindi will have when you two get married."

She could see the confusion in my eyes.

"Let's go shower and I'll tell you all about it." She said before blessing me with another meaningful kiss.

After the hot and sensual cleansing, I begged mother to shave my bristled head and eyebrows. Next, she dressed me in a flowing silk robe, leading me to the elevator where she entered a special password on the keypad. This led us to the highest floor that overlooked the entire compound, a beautiful glass chamber that was warm and brightly lit by the intense afternoon sun. It must have been over a hundred feet high... the view was breathtaking in its scope.

Like all the other chambers at the compound, a white marble floor adorned the floor and columns inside. Each room I saw was far more luxurious and decorated than the ones before. Except I could tell that this room was special... a quiet and meditative room of solace and serenity. In the middle of the room stood an ancient looking bookstand. Atop it was a large antique book, obviously a special printing of some sort. But as mother led me closer, I saw that the book was decayed, but covered in ancient hieroglyphics. As we came to stand beside the book, mother kissed the back of my hand before telling me the legend of how this compound came to be.

"We are not the first of our kind to roam this earth." Mother began. "Thousands of years ago, before time was recorded, our mothers embraced their inner truths and fled from the bloody hand of mankind. Exhausted of war, poverty, and suffering... they sought the truth in their hearts, and began their own race... their own people. So when our mothers landed on the island of Eileithyia, they colonized and befriended the natives in a peaceful way." She explained.

I listened with profound interest.

"After several years, our mothers meshed with the native women there and realized there needed to be offspring to populate their tropical island and foster a community of peace and love. The native women were strong and powerful, twice the size of the native men. Soon, the tribeswomen banished the remaining men and created a torrid method for a woman to impregnate another naturally. Through ancient rituals and vehement lovemaking, the chosen mothers would submit to a three day ritual of conception with their mates... sometimes violent and primitive, this ritual concluded with a child bore from love and devotion by their mothers."

This sounded too good to be true. I was like a fourth grader listening to the most amazing story ever.

"This dynasty has lasted unto this day, and by shrewd diplomacy and obscure methods, our island is intact and thriving." She explained.

"So what you have felt... the impulse to make a woman pregnant, is nothing peculiar. It's not just for men to feel. Women who have embraced their natural instincts also experience this natural ambition to embody themselves inside their mates." mother said. "You know as well as I do that we secretly crave for pregnancy... its only something a woman can understand... a lifelong compulsion to nurture, protect, and love."

Her words melted my heart... she was absolutely right. For so long, I too craved that ultimate act of conception with the one that you love. I gave up a couple of years ago when I was married, but now, this new way of life here at the compound had made me reborn. By the primitive way of life and hard work, I had re-connected with my primal instincts to become a mother and wife... to the right woman.

"So you... your parents were two women?" I naively asked in breathless expectation.

"Yes." Mother nodded with a smile, handing me an old photograph of a beautiful couple taken when she was just a child.

Oh my God... no wonder she exuded such grace and finesse. Now it all made perfect sense.

"And it is destiny that you came here, my love... for you are to bear Kallisto's (Cindi's) children... as many as she craves... and one day, your first born shall become Queen of our domain." Mother continued. "The drink you had last night contained an ancient herb that enhances one's instincts, and that's what Cindi will have when you both go to Eileithyia. It will draw out her primal instincts to impregnate you. Nothing else will matter to her except giving you a child."

I broke down in tears. This was all I had ever hoped to hear someone say to me. That I would become Cindi's wife and bearer of her children... our love would forever be manifested in living and breathing testaments of our eternal love. Mother embraced me, loving me as I wept openly. This was every little girl's dream... to marry the "one".

"But how? I mean, its impossible for a woman to make a girl pregnant." I asked.

"Nature finds a way, trust me. The natives will spell it all out when you arrive." Mother answered. "Don't try to solve the mystery, my love. Enjoy it, relish it as you did last night."

"Oh mother, I did. God yes, I did so much." I thankfully avowed as we embraced. "Part of me wishes that I really did give you a child."

Mother sighed, glowing in tender understanding. "I know," she began. "I do as well."

Just then, I heard the elevator doors part open as mother and I turned to see the most beautiful Goddess I ever set eyes on... Cindi. There she stood, tall and proud dressed in a shredded and soiled loincloth. I heard myself catch my breath, astonished by Cindi's mammoth size... that valiant chest, wide and thick... the incredible "V" taper from her broad shoulders to her small waist. I fell to my knees in pure adoration and honor.

I had waited for endless months just to see her once more. I toiled and struggled to become worthy enough to earn the right to become her blushing bride... from the first night we shared in that dark and foul engine room, to now... it was worth every second of it. I took in the awe of her magnificent nudity... sharp rigid muscles... her toned, polished flat chest... she was my warrior... my brave hero... my Knight in shining armor... and I loved everything she had become, and more. She looked so perfectly sexy in that crude loincloth, barely hiding her pussy.

Like a hapless teenager, I ran to her open arms as those beefy muscles aptly held me. Like some scene from a sweeping romantic epic, I at last felt her lips to mine as those hunky arms and colossal shoulders surrounded my frame. With no effort, she lifted me up, spinning me around as she hungrily suckled my lips and tongue like some ravenous beast.

"My love." I wept between the flurry of kisses.

"My fiancée." She replied, tightening her arms about my waist.

"I want to marry you... mother your children." I uttered, fondling her smooth bald skull in my palms.

"God I can't wait to knock you up." Cindi growled before zeroing in on my neck. "I've always wanted to make you pregnant."

My head thrust back in joyous rapture as I shouted in ecstasy, envisioning my belly swollen with life... knowing it was because of Cindi that I had become that way.

"Mother of ALL your children." I gasped, feeling her fearless hands tugging at my wide hips.

With that, I felt myself turned around, now completely in her arms like a fragile flower in the grip of a wild beast. My heart soared in the euphoria of this fantastic moment.

"Before you both leave," Mother interrupted. "Your wedding ceremony will take place tomorrow at sunrise. From then, I shall send you both to Eileithyia where you two shall conceive a child worthy enough to wear the crown."

We both looked back at our mother with youthful smiles. Seeing our obvious joy, she too smiled in seeing our moment of truth at last realized.

"Now go fuck each other's legs off." Mother cheerfully said.

Cindi and I needed no more encouragement as she carried me into the elevator, leaving the glass apex chamber. All the way down, we smothered each other with countless kisses and confident gasps of hope and commitment. It felt like I was a virgin on prom night... all excited and exhilarated by the fact that the woman I had for so long loved and adored, was finally taking me as her lover. In the middle of our journey to our bedroom, my mind's eye continually envisioned what we must have looked like paired together... a handsome, powerful woman carrying a voluptuous vixen away as if a warrior just returning home from years of battle. I was completely consumed by Cindi's awe and power, and I decided that I would spend the rest of the day showing my bride to be just how fortunate I was to become her eager wife and mother of her children.

The Ceremony...

I must have only had a couple of hours of deep sleep before I felt countless pairs of soft hands wrangle me from my slumber. The last thing I remembered was lying my face upon Cindi's huge chest, tracing the rigid contours where her womanly breasts once were... it never ceased to amaze me how a woman could transform herself into such a colossal tower of pureness and strength. Every muscle that girl had was tweaked beyond perfection, now hard and stiff... developed... absolute. I watched my giant drift away to sleep... her mighty chest, those flat but swollen pecs-- lifting and falling in sweet repose... even asleep, Cindi's body enraptured me beyond everything else.

From our bed, two handmaidens took me to Cindi's private bath nearby. I awoke without much commotion for I knew today was the day I would become a new woman. Led into the steamy waters of the large pool, I was benevolently cleansed like a treasured fortune. The perfumed oils used to lather my flesh combined with the steam rising through my nostrils intoxicated me... this was all a woman could ever dream of... to be wanted and needed... to be adored in ways only a woman could only understand. And at the conclusion of my bath, my handmaidens affectionately shaved my skull and eyebrows again... that act alone left me light headed from the pure eroticism. These two girls knew exactly how to press my buttons.

A while later, my handmaidens dressed me in two meager strips of silk fabric that hardly covered my full breasts and hips... looking in the mirror nearby, I was amazed by just how sexy I felt and looked. Not arrogant, but prideful, subtle awareness. They draped the silk around the width of my golden hips to accentuate my fertile womb... the silk around my bust accented the deep inviting cleavage of my motherly breasts... all of this would emphasize to Cindi that I would be her willing vassal to whatever whim she so felt. And of course, to rouse her primal instincts for impregnation. I closed my eyes, sighing in wondrous awe as to how the ancient ritual of conception would take place. How exactly did the natives discover what was surely a prized fortune to any woman who wanted to conceive with another? I desperately wanted to know... I remember mother said earlier that it was often "violent and primitive", which was wonderful for me since I loved being "primitive". I then remembered that mother told me she was conceived by two women... my heart sank into my stomach just thinking about how beautiful that must have been. I couldn't believe that I also made love to a woman of such heritage. "I had my tongue inside her ass." I thought to myself as my handmaidens placed a golden wreath upon my bare head. The wreath was decorated with lovely fragrant petals as my mind thought back to eating mother's broad ass two days prior.

Tonight, Cindi would suffer the same fate as mother did...

The stirring indulgence my handmaidens bestowed upon my flesh hypnotized me. I couldn't believe I was actually going to marry my beloved, and all I could do was mindlessly follow their lead. Like a stoic zombie, I was led out of the compound, and sat on an ancient hand carried throne. Its ornate detail was trimmed in gold and hand crafted wood. I couldn't believe how lovely it was, and that I was allowed to sit inside it...

I took a long breath, basking in the sunlight of the early morning. Leaning back, the wondrous reality of my special day hit me. It was my absolute dream, and when I felt the carrier lift up, I opened my eyes to see two brawny women lift each end of the throne up with little to no effort. The sturdy women were also bald, but dressed in polished silver breast and waist armor... a glossy layer of oil and sweat made their flaxen bodies shimmer in the sunlight as I watched their arms and shoulders flex so utterly flawless in their lifting. The woman to my front carrying me gave me a breath-taking exhibition of her enormous back and shoulders, flexing and exerting her stamina as we made our way beyond the realm of the compound. Once in the outlying desert, a clear path was seen, decorated with white rose petals and rich green garland. I froze in astonishment when I saw all the barbaric clad inhabitants alongside the path, knelt and obviously worshipping us as we made our way. I nearly cried upon seeing so many beautiful women gathered here just for me... of course, the way they were knelt had their backsides rising high into the air, lined up all in a row, looking perfectly divine. Never before had I seen such an endless display of round, savory ass dressed in savage shreds of crude dirty fabric. It was divine.

I then recognized where I was... I was approaching the infamous "rocks" where I had spent a myriad of weeks busting that rough desert granite. As we made our way atop the hill, I looked out to see the new inductees, all hard at work... chained to thick rusty chains and shackles. Peering out across the barren wasteland, my eyes found the woman I had shaved days prior. Clad in those familiar rags and covered in sweat, I watched her grind away at the stone with a crude pickax. I think she must have sensed my gaze because she stopped to look back at me. Our eyes met as we shared a silent glare of unfolding sensuality. I knew she was to be Cindi and I personal handmaiden once we were married, and I honestly couldn't wait. I smiled as I saw Fiona, dressed in her well-known garb, angrily cheering on the workers to work harder. I briefly wondered how vehement she would be later on when she would make love to them.

My contingent continued on as I struggled to take it in all the overwhelming beauty... was this all for me? What had I done to deserve such pomp and circumstance? After all, I was just an average everyday girl who wanted to marry her high school sweetheart. Did I really deserve to be hailed as this monarchy's Queen?

After a little over an hour, we reached an area I was familiar with... the part of the compound where I spent the better part of a year as a worker, now triumphantly returning as a supreme matriarch. The lush landscape of the gardens brought back many wonderful memories as I was taken to the adjacent lake nearby. With the glistening rays of the morning sun dancing across the surface of the lake, I could barely make out the ceremonial altar we approached. Squinting my eyes, I at last saw my beautiful spouse to be standing atop a golden platform, flanked by two angelic handmaidens who were knelt by each chiseled leg, grasping them like sacred riches, which they were. The handmaidens were entirely nude and had a wanton look of pure lust on their faces as each of them slowly nuzzled Cindi's oily, powerful legs.

Upon our stop, I saw our wedding party of (at least) twenty ethereal looking damsels. All of them wore lacey off white gowns with a single strap across their naked shoulders. Each helot stood in a series of lines on both sides of Cindi, who poised herself proud atop the marriage altar in a beautifully hand crafted robe, covered with ornate jewels and golden twine. As I was led off my chair, I couldn't take my eyes off of Cindi, who aimlessly stared at the sky above... perhaps a silent nod to the Gods of power and beauty?

The ceremony was spectacular... hand in hand with Cindi, whom had been renamed Kallisto (Goddess Of The Most Beautiful) I proudly accepted my new name as Cybele, Goddess of fertility. I loved how our names and identities were washed away in favor of new personalities and names, symbolizing a new life together as one. All of it came to a climax when I heard myself answer the single most important question of my life.

"Cybele, will you take Kallisto as your husband, your sole giver of life. To have and to hold from this day on?"

"I do."

Never before had those two priceless words meant so much.

With the ceremony over, Kallisto and I sauntered together to the calm waters of the lake, where we were tediously baptized, anointed as the new King and Queen of our celestial compound.

To be continued...

In the final chapter, Cindi and Kristen consummate their marriage, manifesting their commitment in a magical, unimaginable act of impregnation. The bonds of nature and time are broken as the seed of life is faithfully planted within Kristen's womb.