Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 15:32:29 -0500
From: Jacob Schwann <cobschwann@gmail.com>
Subject: PEN&COB #4 bisexual incest

PEN&COB #4  bisexual incest

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PEN&COB #4     Welcome! This revision of earlier Nifty bisexual incest et
al. submissions is in the manner of Victorian erotica, being soft and
slow as well as hard and fast.
Herein are recounted the amorous misadventures of young Cobby, his sister
Penny, and their family and friends.
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Letter #4;  BATHTIME   -   Cobby 10 years old or so;   Penny going on 10
years
Epistler: Jacob Cygnet Schwann
Date: ~1930
Place: Parsonage beyond Shallow Lake

Letter #4;  BATHTIME - Chapter I

In truth, I was a bashful child....

...Except when Penny and I bathed together. I remember at the Shallow Lake
Parsonage when our mother welcomed us to her bath. My little sister was a
ripening nine and I about to top ten. We stood stripped next to the grand
old cast-iron claw-footed tub in the bathroom. We inhaled the hot wet air
and gazed as Mom -- unrobed - bathed and splashed suds on her shoulders.
Her coppery breasts floated just beneath the surface of the water,
rounded like reddish fruits. Her nipples were ample bronzed buds. The
water coursed down her belly. Her dark, inky-black pubic hair swam just
beneath the surface, catching the soap bubbles. Mom stepped out of her
bath. The smell of rose water followed her. I stared, captivated. She
emerged from the deep shadows half-covered by her towel; her legs
exposed. She dabbed herself dry before us, revealing her breasts and
nipples. And that secret central shadowy spot between her legs with the
hidden dark vortex of inky waving hair.

Stepping into the sunlight from the window, Mom plucked her
robe-of-many-colors from the hook. She donned the swirling, satiny,
dappled drape about her shoulders. To us she seemed like a living
rainbow; like the brilliant colors of a peacock's tail -- iridescent
blue, turquoise and light green. The varicolored wrapper gaped just wide
enough to offer hints of the fullness of her breasts and the forbidden
vortex of the pudendum.

It was our turn next in the bath. Penny hopped right into the soapy
water. I never paid much attention to her girl body. Compared to a boy
she was like a half-formed thing, I thought. But as we moved into
middle-school age, I could not help but look closer at her. She was
different. While she had a raven-black head of hair, like our mom, she
had no breasts or groin hair. But even so her chests and pee place were
there. She was smooth, warm-colored with hints of reddish-brown, like the
Native ancestors in Newfoundland. I was a red-header myself, and freckled
pinkish-pale like our dad -- from our castaway Nordic heritage. I was
happy that I had all my external equipment compared to the seeming
nothing my sister showed. One of my nicknames, in addition to 'Cob', was
`Tadpole'. Mom said I had my little twichy `Tadpole' right out where
you could see it. And grab it. My sister could not stop staring at it.
Penny's was 'Pen', and another nickname was `Imp'. Dad said she had
her chubby little `Imp' hidden in between her legs. It sat shrouded
upon her snug `cave' which was to be `spelunked by a potholer'
someday. Just so, things were as simple as they were: the sky was blue,
the sun yellow, the grass green, she was Innie-Imp, I was Outie-Tadpole.
We were just us. Being taught to be polite, I asked my little sister if I
could get into the cooling water of the great old tub with her.

"May I?"

"Yes, you may," she said.

I most often did what Penny said, as though she were the oldest. I
climbed into the bath with my hand over my more prominent penis. My
sister stared.

"I see it," she giggled.

Mimicking my own mindless fiddling, she scratched at her Imp to tease me.
I sat down behind her in the tub, her back to my front - with her tail
end to my belly. Penny and I splashed water everywhere. Our black and red
heads of hair were plastered to our scalps. She lay back hard against my
tummy in the suds. She scooched herself up and up, stretching out upon my
chest. She could not help but feel me tickling at my Tadpole.

"What's this?" she giggled, feeling it on her bottom.

She pushed higher up and back, lifting off my lap. Her legs opened wide
to either side of mine. There `it' was; popping up between the two of
us.

"Hey, your Tadpole's waving."

"It is, heh-heh-heh."

"It's growing up!"

"Quit looking so much. It makes it tickle."

We lay there, her back high on my belly in the tub. We watched `King
Tinkler' stiffen again between our pairs of legs. Penny had been
touching her Imp right along. After a while she touched my tadpole. That
tickled. It felt nice. Penny pulled on the skin sleeve of my cob, sliding
it up and down. It was too small to use a fist, but her thumb and finger
worked fine. That made me squirm and giggle. We laughed and laughed while
Penny held it until -- BAM! -- I got the tingle in my tinkle. I peed high
up in the air and down it came into the bath. Straightaway, Mom came by
wrapped in her brilliant robe. I tried to hide my very hard penis between
my legs. Our sour mother disapproved.

"No, Jacob!" Mom scolded. "NO!"

She got right on her knees by the tub and went after all of me with
scratchy washcloths and suds.

"Aach! No-o-o...! Cut it out. Lay off the ears."

"No. You are filthy. We have to wash all the dirtiness out of you right
now."

Scrub-scrub-scrub and scrub again. I was desperate to get under the water
and hide. Mom scraped the cloth in my armpits and wrested my legs up in
the air. It sprang out.

"Oh Jacob! Hmm...."

I acted innocent. Mom stared at my growing boy erection.

"Well, there's more here than I thought. You've certainly got what it
takes. This `Tadpole' will need a collar and leash soon." Mom laughed
and looked me over. "My! How you've changed. You're getting so long
and scatter-limbed; all of you, everywhere." It was like she was reading
aloud from a dreamy story. "The skinny child I remember is turning into
a man -- or so I think. Even though he is yet on the cusp of eleven, I
can already see manhood budding within him: a strong neck with a place
made out for his Adam's apple; long, strong legs that will stick out of
his shorts; strong muscles visible beneath the skin; his 'little tree'
appearing above his knees. Unruly hair, flame-red and curly, and ox-eyes,
dark and softly mischievous." She sighed aloud. "Seeing you, Jacob,
brings back memories. Memories of my own older brother Josiah, your
Grandfather Josiah." Mom's voice grew soft and in a sing-song she
murmured: "Long ago - he and I playing behind the ruined stone mill by
the Saugeen river tributary - memories of our tangled bodies -- his
smooth skin - his taut musculature I possessed as mine. But.... Taken
from me. It must be given back. Given back! Given back under threat of
madness." Mom seemed far away, eyes moist, sighing. "When we two
played..., exploring..., touching...,

..."so very long ago...."
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Letter #4;  Chapter II

"It's not fitting...."

..."You two gamins are way too old to bathe that way together. It's not
fitting."

At the time I did not know what Mom meant. Yet I guessed it had to do
with my sister Penny's sudden interest in my body, and its obvious
differences from her own. Mom told me to get out of the tub. I was scared
of a spanking. But it turned out Mom was not in her usual disagreeable
mood. In fact, she looked at me with a bright, delighted smile. All of a
sudden, I blushed with pleasure to be the center of her universe.

"Well!" she exclaimed with one of her rare and wonderful laughs. "I
suppose boys shall be boys. If you've got it - flaunt it."

"You mean King Tinkler?"

"I believe that by the looks of it you may call it `A Cock' now. How
does that feel?"

Mom grinned as she rubbed a fluffy towel on my neck, my shoulders and my
middle. Her long dark tresses, still damp, were drawn across my back. Her
fingers brushed my nipples which stood off my chest. She laughed. Her
slick hand rubbed my tummy, tickling my outie belly button. Then down and
back up each thin, hairless leg. Mom crouched down before me. She wiped
my crack and hole with gentle fingers. She turned me to face her. I
sighed while my `cock' stood hard at attention. It looked like a
lollipop, with its stretched out thin stick and very round top.

Mom smiled, "My, you are heading toward eleven and you are a `grower',
as Cousin Max would say. You are growing into a man right before my
eyes." She cupped my small balls, tugging on the sack as she gazed upon
me. "Such a beautiful boy. So soft, so warm. So hard! You have not
inherited my coppery-tawny skin like your sister, but you are as fair as
your father, freckly-pearly and red-headed.in your case. And you have all
our family's dark ox-eyes and frisky, almost feline figure. A perfect
boy."

With her other hand she began to rub the back of my neck. She had not
done that in a long time. Having Mommy petting me felt out of this world.
The love I felt coming from her body to my body was a feeling that I
could never get from anyone else. I saw her sleek hair and full moist
form half-covered by the colorful robe. As I raised my eyes, her
beautiful face looked a bit baffled. Her robe began to fall away. I
stared. I saw more and more of her. I held my breath. I started to have
that funny sensation. It was like when sliding up and down on the smooth
ash-wood clothes pole in the backyard of the Parsonage. Like I needed to
pee right away. She kept rubbing my neck, and then my back, and bit by
bit on down. The marled wrap that had hidden her body began to drop away.
It seemed she flowed all bare out of her dappled robe, coppery and sweet.
She was abundant and beautiful and breathing harder. I was scared yet
excited. I did not know what to think or do. Was it right to have such
thoughts of my mother? I should not have those thoughts! I closed my eyes
tight.

"And here's your magnificent penis - smooth, beautiful; a promising
beautiful penis on a beautiful growing boy; it is such a beautiful penis
that I could eat it up. May I, sweetie? May I touch it, I mean?"

Mom murmured, and ran a finger along the underside of my stiffy. I
jumped. She gripped it and stroked the sleeve of it back and forth. I
moaned. I felt that clenching electric jolt of need-to-pee down between
my poop hole and nuts. Mom laughed, shaking her head. She let go of me.
She came closer to me. She put her hands on my shoulders. She purred like
a great cat, leaning in. She kissed my lips as if to swallow them. I was
scared.

She opened her arms. I found myself lying against her broad, bared
breasts. I clutched her shoulder so tight it must have hurt. I melted
into her unexpected gentleness. I thought, deep inside, `If I hold her
and hold her and hold her, then she will stay beautiful and kind as she
is right here, right now, forever. And that other angry, mean creature
won't come out of herself to hurt me'. All of a sudden, she stuck
something at my mouth. Her tongue! Thick and long and firm it twiddled my
lips, tasting wet and syrupy.

"Suck," she commanded, her low feline voice rich and rumbling.

Then inside my mouth. Then in my throat, gagging me. I went rigid. I
could not get air. I about threw up. Then my gob was empty, my lips still
smooched hard by my Mom. I do not know how, but my own tongue sidled out
into her warm mother-tiger's mouth. I felt her stony teeth, her living
slithering tongue, the taste of her. She sucked on it, my tongue, hard.
My stiff body jerked stiffer, like plugged into a light socket. She drew
on my tongue, as a calf might suck your finger. Waves all through me,
sucking me up -- being sucked through a straw. Then she broke the kiss
and sat back grinning. It had lasted but a moment. My eyes and mouth and
all of me were wide open before her. She looked so beautiful. I struggled
to breathe. I thought I was falling over and into her. She brushed her
fingers along the top of my super-stiff penis. I could only say...,

..."It prickles."
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Letter #4; Chapter III

She spoke with the rumble of a great cat...,

..."Maybe Momma should give it a hand, since yours is getting older and
looks to be in a happy mood; so let's tug your foreskin back a bit."

"Hah! Wha-ya...?"

"I think that means it likes it."

"Mommy...!"

"Jacob-Baby, you don't want it stuck. Later when you get special
boyfriends and girlfriends, they'll pull it back and forth for fun.
You'll like that."

"M-M-Mom. Ha!"

"Oh yes. You really are my big boy."

"Oooh Momma. Oh, Momma."

She whispered something about it being nice and smooth.

"It is so beautiful. I might kiss it, and taste it, and hold it in my
mouth. But you would not let me have it, would you?".

I was afraid she would bite me. Yet she trembled and she looked scared.

"Do you want me to stop, honey?" she said, wrapping her hand around it.

"Oh Mom. It's..., uhh..., mmm...!"

I felt something different than I had ever felt before. I was breathing
heavy and so was she. The small 'me' stood naked, and the great 'she'
knelt naked before me. With one hand she rubbed my backside and bottom.
With the other she felt along my hard cob. She had her secret pleased and
knowing smile that I had seen when she was with Dad. She questioned me
with her eyes.

"Ungh, yeah. My stomach tingles too, Mom.  Oh...."

She kissed me on the shoulder, the neck, the ear. She gave me a hug. I
felt her soft, fleshy body full against mine and I wanted to dissolve
within her.

"Oh honey, you're cute when you're edgy. Look how this is so very
hard. Now Jacob," she teased, "boys aren't supposed to become hard
around their mother."

"But.... I didn't mean.... Mom, it just gets that when I look at you."

Grinning, she moved closer with her arm around me.

"You must really like Mommy a lot, and that's what makes you hard.
You're just stirred up."

Mom seemed to drift away and then came back.

"Well, Mister Jacob Cygnet Schwann, at some time your `cob' will be
sucked up into the nest of some momma-birdie's `pen'. You'll make
babies with it one day."

My pulse was racing and I did not know what was happening to me. I was
afraid. But I loved the feeling of her fingers upon me. I was panting.

"I owe you a kiss. A little kiss for my son," she chanted. "So stand
very still."

Teeth clenched; I felt an exquisite yet unpleasant fullness in my throat,
a sinking, soaring, thrashing, uprising. I remember moaning when she
leaned over and snogged my cock tip with her lips in a slow kiss.

"Ag-g-g...."

I chirped when she let her lips slip over my bell end. She held mine in
her warm, wet smooch. Her hands gripped and fingered my butt to keep me
there.

"...Mommy...!"

Her mouth sucked tender and tight on my tinkler, just like she had sucked
on my tongue. Dizzying shocks went through me. I felt me grow even longer
and fatter in her mouth and very, very hard. I heard a groan. I was
groaning. My hands went to the sides of her head and grabbed on. My knees
trembled. My body jerked from the contact. I had the strongest urge to
urinate through my carrot-hard tinkler. I almost screamed. Wallowing in
waves and soaring in the air and drowning in a thick gelatinous sea - I
felt a dizzying, burning dry release. Mom pulled away with a `smack'.
Drips of saliva were stringing from her lips across to my little very
taut penis. I must have opened my eyes. Penny just watched from the
cooling tub, the tip of her tongue held between her teeth. Mom grinned.

"It's all a game, baby, but the rules are ours to break."

Then she chanted to us in her sing-song way:
" `The mother came face to face with him who was the love of her soul.
-She took him by the hands, seized him and would not let him go.
-She brought him to her bedroom within her chamber where she had
conceived him.' "
(Canticles of Cainan, 3:4)

No longer looking at us, our mother swathed herself in the glinting,
glimmering, iridescent robe...,

...and rose to leave the room.
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Letter #4;  Chapter IV

"Jacob! Penelope! Come, my loves...!"

...Breathy call and snuffle of the tigress on the prowl. Our mom swirled
about the bedroom in her multi-hued robe of many colors. She shimmered
like a queen-peacock in the midst of her realm. She let her negligée fall
open for us. There she was herself - her bounteous breasts and beneficent
belly and below. We two were to come fresh-bathed and all unclothed to
her. After all, I was not yet eleven and my sister still a year younger.

Pen ran ahead while I paused at Mom's little dressing table. There,
littered amidst the cosmetics were her beloved, tiny statues. [Letter: #3
 ]  I knew to rub my finger upon the ity, golden Hindustan
`mountaintop-serpent' love-amulet. The miniature woman lying wide-open
on her back, legs akimbo. The small man face-to-face hard upon her, belly
down, lifting his chest, arching his back and neck -- snake-like. The two
love-joined at the hips. I giggled about such hatha 'rub-rub-rub'.

Then the old coiled springs of my parents' bed shrieked in mock-horror as
we three settled on top of the crisp, smooth sheets. I cuddled all nude
behind Penny, making spoons. The feel of Penny's cool bare butt pulling
into the curve of my body was lovely. As our mother's drape fell away, a
cloud of her rose-petal talcum powder enveloped us.

"You smell nice, Mommy."

Our mother-naked mom was very warm, even on top of the covers. She drew
us close to her. Her hand worked around my arm as if to cling to it. She
made me feel so happy - having her arms around me and her bare body so
tight against mine and to hear her say she loved me.

I lay there dreaming dreams for her, "Love you too, Mommy."

Penny and I watched those breasts jounce up and down. Knowing what Mom
liked, Penny rolled her little head about the roundness of the great
breast, bouncing on the fullness of it like a pillow. She reached and
stroked and licked a nipple as a small babe might. Penny pulled on it,
and pulled it full into her mouth. I watched close. When called, I hopped
over to lie at Mother's other breast. I felt her as warm and soft and
huge. Her queen-breasts seemed to spill full into my hands. I grit my
teeth and nuzzled her flesh.

"Oh, my babies!" she kissed my ear and murmured, "It is, in a word,
wonderful." Our mother sighed, "Wonderful! To have you suckle on my
nipples like a little girl-child and small boy-child. Suck this one here,
my Jacob. Suck Mommy's nipple, please honey. SUCK!" she commanded, her
low voice deep and rumbling - she was not to be denied.

I grinned at Penny as we played our secret game with Mommy. My mouth
full, the two of us at it together, at our mother, taking her in, being
suckled. And our eyes were on one another, a soft complicit smile on our
lips all the while. To be held; to be wanted; to be lawless thieves in
the night -- or daytime. We giggled. Delicious. I paused, resting my head
on Mom's fullness. Penny fiddled with the fine, fine gold chain about
our mother's neck. There was that other little pendant xoanan. Another
small icon carved from a single gold-nugget.

"No larger than a castor bean seed, and just as deadly", our father
always said.

This was the itsy figure of a triumphant she-tiger. A jungle cat with a
young child crouched behind. A tigress, being hugged by the tiny boy, her
human son no doubt. Her tiny, thin tail was curled round about his
bottom. His tiny, thin, long boy-tinkler seemed to sink inside her. I too
wished to press myself like magic within her; within my mother. I was to
be happy in there -- forever and ever. Coupled with both of us kids
sucking her nipples, Mom soon jumped. She almost knocked me off the bed
as her hips snapped hard, and she gave out a shriek.

"Ohh, ahh, whee! Oh, sweetie I can't stop.... "

"Mommy - you alright? Does it hurt?" Penny asked.

"Don't stop, honey. Mommy likes the `surprise' rippling in her."

Then as she often did, Mom recited:
" `The mother brought us by the hand into her house, her home, to
instruct us and be our teacher.
-She caused us to drink from her perfumed breasts, the spiced juice of
her round fruit.
-Her left hand beneath my head, her right hand about me to caress and
embrace me...,

..." `holding me close.' "
(Canticles of Cainan, 8: 2, 3)
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Letter #4;  Chapter V

"Oh...,

..."Mommy loves you so much, sweeties. Love is made here. Love is the
mouths that seek, the lips that bite, drawing a little blood. The hands
that stroke and the arms that cling - and there shall be no escape from
our grab and grapple game. Hmm.... Your scarlet hair, Jacob baby, where I
run my fingers; the curve of your pale, freckled neck....  Hmm.... My arms
close about you, my Jacob, encircling your tight, young body to be close,
close, so close - as close as possible now - so close that love shall
ever be held entrapped between us."

My mother offered her long intense kiss on my mouth. That made it hard to
breathe. Yet sought for. I sucked and suckled at her lips. Such desired
love! But not lasting. Mom had different needs. I got plucked away from
the lips and bounteous breasts even as Penny kept to them. My mouth yet
pursed and sucked on empty air -- never to forget. Mother's eager hands
tugged at me. It felt as though I were being hurled down along her great,
fluctuant body. Her irrepressible giggle in my ear. Her familiar fingers
stroking me -- tender, taunting - hardening me, guiding me. She tucked
her hand around my butt to pull and paddle there as she launched me lower
against herself, trawling me hard upon her.

"Oh, Mommy....!"

She went at me in such a familiar way, holding me against her there. She
touched her finger to my bum hole. I wriggled. My dipping-soaring pee
sensations grew. Adoring all the more, I delighted in her intake of
breath - her pant of desire for me. For me!

Yet stammering child-like, Mom made no sense, "You're t-t-too young,
you're so s-s-small now. Wait! My Little Jacob, you can't.... You're
not able.... Someday.... Someday you'll be bigger.... Then you can.... Then
you must...."

Even so, some need-and-greed power rose in her.

"Yet NOW! Come! Come to me now, my speedy little whippet...."

I do not know by what manner of understanding - but I knew. I knew to
bend my leg along and over her naked thigh. Her silken skin, the smell of
warm fecund flesh, the rosy talcum powder perfume in the dark cleft
between her bare legs. I remember it now. So well, now. Even now I feel
her crisp, kinky, crinkly pubic hairs down there, hot and wet, rubbing my
knee, my thigh, my center. I was frightened by what I saw between my
mother's legs. To me, it looked like a huge, wet, hungry mouth. I was
scared by that luring crevice, the lips rigid under her stroking finger,
the clear liquid that came like the saliva of a hungry person. I imagined
this hunger of a woman as tremendous, ravenous, insatiable.... Such that
could never be satisfied. Mom cupped her hand over my naked bottom,
fingering my center there. By what instinct did I move closer? And yet
closer and closer - even over upon her mound?  Now it was my tummy
feeling her crinkly hair. And I was drawn up closer, and tighter.

"It's wet, Mommy...."

I was afraid that she would laugh. That she would laugh when she saw what
little I had. She would laugh at what was really just a kid's.... And
mine would be dry. Even so, Mommy urged me to cover her. And my young
tinkler, my cob, was stiff. So stiff. It got pushed stiff against there.
It frightened me that my little stiff cob and me were to be swallowed up
forever inside between her legs.

She put both her hands on my bottom and fingered me. She clenched me to
her, in truth rubbing me upon herself. Watery, wallowing, her eyes were a
crouching tiger's, gleaming through swampy underbrush, waiting. I
tumbled onto her. I clutched upon her belly, my face between her great
breasts. I cannot describe what I was feeling. I was exalted and excited
and scared stiff.

"I love you, Mommy...."

"My naughty boy....

..."Keep being naughty to me."
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Letter #4;  Chapter VI

I remember...,

...struggling as in a dream. As though my arms and legs were flying,
flailing to swim through clear thick gelatinous waters. A wilderness of
moist clouds. A skyfall of marshes and bogs. It was warm, wet and very
soft and smelled of a great she-animal and wild roses. I was desperate to
hold my breath in a whirlpool.

"Stay on me, Jacob..., my little strong man."

She entangled me. She clamped both arms around me. She looked at me with
pleasure in her wild laughing eyes. My center at hers, poking, pushing,
back and forth. She searched for my mouth with her lips. She sucked on me
as I gave my tongue to her as before. She drew upon it with long hard
slurps. So, so right. So, so wrong.

Breaking the kiss, she pressed on my butt, driving me full upon her. Her
giggles. Her breasts so big and spilling beyond my hands. I was in her
arms. Her great thighs wrapped around me. Trapped by her legs. Terrified
and timid, yet delighted. And eager. I was pushed and pulled upon her
again and again.

"Now sweety Jacob..., make `The Serpent' pose with me. Lie on your
belly, down tight between my legs there, your bum exploring right in, let
go the life-force there. Hmm...! Stretch your feet between my knees, soles
facing upwards. Keep your hips grounded at me; right, tight there at me;
at me.... Now, press your little hands palms-down on the bed next to my
shoulders, to left and to right. Slow, slow, be strong and lift your
chest. Lift! Lift hard and hump! Oh...! "

Warm wet limbs, silky soft skin, clasping rolling thighs by the inky
coiled hair - dark, hot - within the fenny rive-slit of her legs. The
gleams of one another's wild ox-eyes. Mommy grabbed my forearms. With
wild cat strength she made them extend straight at my elbows. I was
willed to arch up at the hip. I struggled atop her, my spindly legs
caught between her great ones. Her fulsome thighs clamped about my
scraggly butt, rocking there. Pushing in -- pushed in, pulled in. My
chest and belly forced to lean arching up over hers. My torso stretching
high, topping out above her with head back facing skyward. Haunches sunk
awash in her depths down low below; the tickling, tingling, tinkle-feel.
In -- out -- back -- forth - as of waves and tides upon her sea-bank
sands.

"Ah, yes.... Home! it is home! There my sweet. Yours upon Mommy's. You
aren't leaving. I won't let you go. You are Mommy's sunny son."

I gazed into Mother's viper-eyes. She spread and locked her own
strongly-engaged legs. My skimpy stiffy-stick probed at her -- even
within her very flesh. Her hands on my thighs. I bowed my hips as I cried
out. I was pushed and pulled within.

"Wriggle dear, wriggle, wriggle. Ahh...! Make the arching, back-bending
cobra. Make the cobra. Straighten your arms. Lengthen your neck. Arch
your head. Roll your shoulders back and down. Breathe deep.... Push in
deep.... Wriggle, wriggle...."

Her hands on my butt, pulling, drawing, sliding me over at her, into her.
Hot, warm, wet, tingly, itchy. Mom's giggles, laughs, smiles, hums,
sighs, nods of `yes'.... She closed her eyes and licked lips. Mom liked
me. Loved me. Longed for me. My mom to play with all day long. Luckiest
boy!

She grasped my forearms to haul me higher up, my chest up, my tummy
up.... Yet my hips held harder by her hips; my crotch ground further
within on hers, hot, warm, stiff, crinkly; feeling good. Panting,
breathing, sucking air; she liked this. She liked me. She liked me
pushing up and pushing at her - pushing in her.

"Oh wondrous, snaking boy. Slender as a serpent. Sleek as a seal. Slick
as a salamander."

Playing the cobra to her whim, my whole body tightened even more. My
little twig cob - rock-hard, awash and lost now in the soft-warm,
slime-wet, waggle-placket between her legs. The sounds of slap! slap!
slap! With unknown driving motion - her center sought - I blundered
forward and plunged. I gazed; she grinned and gloated.

"You are Mommy's sunny son. You gave Mommy your word. No, I won't let
you go. You aren't leaving. So close now, Josiah! Yes, yes, my little
tiger cub.... Mommy's Wild Rose Bush! Yes, Josiah! There! No! No! Don't
you stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!.... You come in here; come in here now. Oh, Big
Brother Josiah, yes....

..."Come into your...."
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Letter #4;  Chapter VII

JOSIAH...?!

...I grit my teeth to back off. Hearing Mom call out my grandfather
Josiah's name -- even as I was nuzzled upon her, by her, into her. Yet
my mother's eager hands tugged at me. She flowed about me out of the
sheets. Her desperate fingerings stroked me. Might she shriek and yell
when she saw I was no big brother, just a bit of a boy? Small, now stiff,
now shriveling?

My mouth fell open and my eyes bugged with sensations and sounds. To rise
into the heights of the steamy swamp. To sink moist into the depths of
the heavy sky -- wet, lush, monstrous. To feel my heart pound with
hurley-burlies and yet hunger for them.... Body and brain explosions wiped
out all time, all loss, all horror. A fearful and delicious dry electric
warmth went all through me. Wonder. Terror. I was shy with shame. I
feared this and fell for this. I was mastered - feelings, pleasures - so
new. To be desired! By her!

Then, "NO! Oh NO, Jacob! NO! Don't stop, please.... NO!"

And my body shuddered on its own. I sudden shriveled up and scrunched
like a shrinking spider cast upon a baking-hot stove. I rolled all away
in a tight ball.

Mom whimpered through her tears, "Oh NO...! Jacob-Josiah-Jacob..... Please,
please...."

I shrunk away, soft and floppy. Our mother grimaced and turned aside. She
cried and shooed both my sister Penny and me away.

"JACOB!"  She snapped at me.

Uh-oh.... Our Mom was doing another of her lightning turnarounds from
sweet and bright back to sour and dark.

"I've never seen a child as dirty and disgusting as you." Her
tiger-eyes flashed; a snarl bared cruel sharp teeth. "Look at you!" she
snapped. "You made me go wet. Get out of my bed. Go back to your room.
Shut up, you filthy little beast. I should have put you in an orphanage,
son or grandson or not. Into the bathroom! Cover up, and wipe my juices
off yourself. Hurry up, damn you! Now get my scissors from the chest. Get
them! Give here. Take your filthy thing in your hand. Stretch it out. Do
it. Look down. Do you want me to cut it off?  Do you? I give you my word,
Jacob, if you ever defy me again, I'll cut it off. Do you understand?"

I grabbed my shorts and ran out in the backyard to escape Mom's most
recent flip from light to dark. I slid up and down the ash-wood clothes
pole again and again, sparking anew my need-to-pee feeling. When I tired,
I came in out of the bright light of the yard. Penny was asleep on the
couch with a towel draped over her. Mother stood in the dank, shuttered
kitchen with her back to me. In the dim light, her multi-hued robe of
many colors looked dreary, depleted and washed out. Either angry with us
or herself, she worked in silence at the sink.

Something about the way she crossed the floor made me duck my head. It
was as if she negated all that had happened between us, one upon the
other. As if any image of our tangled bodies was now completely erased.
As if I had been cursed and cast out. Someday I had to give back - under
threat of madness. Yet I said nothing, for fear of saying the wrong
thing.

We never spoke of it, and it never happened again that way, but it never
left my mind. My fondest hope had always been, and was ever to be, to
bring that joy to her. I had failed at that. She would never forgive; I
would never forget. I missed her silken skin, her body that was mine and
was taken away from me. I but wished I had been able to have real sex
with my mother back then...,

...and I want it now.

Yours truly,
JACOB CYGNET SCHWANN
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