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Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Daniel, his mothers voice had a definite edge to it, I wish youd stop talking about becoming gay. Its not a life-style choice it has to be something you feel. Try touching me, see how that makes you feel, then try telling me youd prefer a guys cock up your arh- The moment her sons hand touched her belly, Martha realised she had made a mistake. Ooohhhhh It had been so long too long since a mans hands had caressed her thighs, even such inexpert hands as those of her son. Yeeeeeesssssss, pleeease She moaned softly as feelings that had been lying dormant or suppressed for the years since his father had left surfaced in waves. More, more She writhed and squirmed under his touch, wishing so much that he was not her son. Oh sweet fuck His hands avoided her crotch. Was this just delicacy on his part or was he instinctively holding back, teasing her by withholding the most exquisite pleasure, just like his father did that last time they were together? No She opened her eyes as her son removed his hand. She looked at herself, stretched out along his bed in a pose that any full blooded man couldnt fail to recognise. She was hot, she was ready, all it would take was a gentle touch on the right spot and she explode. She could feel her juices flowing between her thighs. She was sure she could smell them. Her mouth was open and her tongue was moistening her lips. She gazed at her son, pleadingly, pitifully. Did he understand? Did he have the courage to do what she so desperately wanted but dared not ask of him? Daniel, she said breathlessly. It was the only word she could trust herself to utter. Her hand drifted towards her crotch, unsure of whether she could wait until she was on her own, of whether she should show him the full effect he had had on her by getting herself off as she lay beside him on his bed.
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

He had been talking about being gay a fair bit, he knew she was right, he couldn't just force himself to like men, he doubted he would even like being nude in front of one let alone be fucked by one. It was thoughts coming from depression and desperation that had pushed him that far and he knew that she was right on that matter. I'm sorry, I know, it just upsets me he said again, he was starting to hate himself, he was being forced almost to repeat himself over and over and he was sounding very self pitying and really in a way he wasn't. Maybe he could become a monk, do they still have those? His mother liked being touched by him far too much and it made him wonder why she didn't just go out and get laid, she wasn't bad looking for her age and mother status, she looked ok, he could see that as she was sprawled out on his bed. He watched and gulped as her hand moved towards her pussy, he wondered if he should leave the room, Ummmm.. mum? he said reminding her, Ahh.. since we are being so open, why don't you go and get laid? he asked her hoping he could change the subject a little, well kind of change the focus from himself to her.
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

What a question and what a time to ask it. Still, Martha had told her son they should have an adult relationship about sex, so she could hardly complained. 'Daniel,' she gasped, her hand still hovering uncertainly over her lower belly, 'you saw what your father was like. Men that large aren't easy to find.' Thinking of his father and how he would have responded to the sight of his wife almost begging to be fucked just made things worse for Martha. 'But right now, Daniel, you've got me so fucking horny that even your cock could finish me off.' Was that a cruel think to say? Was it right for her to blame him for the state she was in? And more to the point, what was she suggesting? Was she really suggesting that her son should climb between her thighs and press his rigid two inches into her sodden pussy?
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Yeah tell me about it! he said to her when she mentioned his fathers huge cock, he didn't need to be told that not all men were so well endowed! Daniel was rapidly being desensitized to his mother's open discussion about having sex with him, he was growing tired and the constant talk of his lack of cock was making him testy. I doubt that you would even feel it, but you know mum, you seem to want to try so I guess why the fuck not, may as well find out with my own mother if my cock is any use or not I guess he said to her hoping in a way that she would see how ridiculous she was being and would call the whole thing off. But he also found he was surprisingly willing to go through with it too, she might have been his mother but a pussy was a pussy and he was curious to know if he would feel anything and if she would feel him.
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Somewhere lurking in the back of her mind a warning bell sounded. But she was so far gone that it was but a tinkle. She vaguely realised that in the hours and days to come she would understand the full implications of what she was about to do and would have to come to terms with whether it was a wise decision. But right now, feeling as she did at this moment, that was something that would have to wait. It would have to be confronted, she knew that, but not yet. Right now she was too desperate to wait. Daniel had offered to fuck her. Did he realise fully what he was offering? Was he aware of the taboo that he was inviting his mother to cross? Had she let him down by not providing the wisdom that he lacked at his age? The truth was she didnt give a fuck. Martha knelt beside her son and pulled down his shorts, exposing his full two inches of solid erection. Throwing her robe aside, she climbed astride him, her belly sagging over his, her slightly pendulous breasts swaying over his chest. Taking his cock between her fingers, she rubbed it between her lips and over her clit. Sparks flew at the contact, waves began to develop through her abdomen. With her pussy sodden, it was easy for her to insert even his small penis into her cunt. He was just long enough for his head to enter and establish itself followed by his short shaft. She gripped tightly so that he did not fall out. Even his small presence was enough to set off her orgasm. She knew he would need to cum, but her own needs were her first priority. She swivelled her hips around in a figure of eight as vigorously as she dared. Within what seemed like seconds, her orgasm began. As her body shook, she howled and screamed her release, relieved after so many years to experience those feelings that her husband had generated inside her.
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Daniel knew that he might regret giving his mother the go ahead, it seemed that she was determined to have sex and his tiny cock was as good as anything, he could see it in her eyes that she was going to take him up on the offer and fuck him. He just laid there passively as she pulled his shorts down and then played with his cock until it became erect, it seemed pointless to try and stop her and so he allowed himself to be raped by his own mother, he was past caring and felt that he just wanted her to leave him alone and if doing this achieved that then so be it. But did his mother realize that not just would she be raping her son but also she would be taking his virginity? She straddled him and again he lay there passively letting her do as she pleased, her weight on him being a little hard at times and but even though he was inexperienced he knew that she was cumming. So did his cock do this to her or was she so worked up that she would have cum with anything at all? He felt her, kind of, she was really wet and sloppy, she seemed stretched probably by his dad and her toys and god knows what or who else. He wasn't into this for orgasms or pleasure though, it didn't really matter that for him this didn't feel like much more than putting his cock in a bucket of warm water. It seemed the question to ask as he thought about all these things while being raped by his mom.
Thread: With a mother's love (Courgar Girl and Manic)

Martha leant forward, resting her hands either side of Daniels head so that her breasts swung in his face. Thank you, Daniel. That was great. You must be the first in your class to fuck a real woman. The guys would all be envious if they knew what youve just done. She smiled, hoping this would give her son some much needed confidence. But were not finished yet. Its your turn. Lie back and let me finish you. Saying which, she lifted her hips and let her face drop onto Daniels chest. Slowly she licked her way across his shoulders and down to his nipples, which she circled with the tip of her tongue before flicking them and snapping with her teeth. Then on southwards, down the line of his muscular stomach, past his navel and across his belly. As she reached his cock, she slid her hands under him, kneading her fingers deep into his buttocks, while she sucked his cock into her mouth. Tasting her own juices began to bring her alive again. She raised her eyes to her sons fixing them with her gaze as she licked, sucked, nibbled, and chewed at his cock. She brought her decades of experience to bear on bringing him to the edge of orgasm.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

Donnach of Moray was wounded, thirsty and close to collapse. But he pressed on desperately through the woods. The English had been left far behind for now, but he dared not stop. As the trail rounded up a hill he paused to get his bearings. Through the morning mist he could dimly make out the buildings in the vale below. A holdfast, perhaps, and most likely a friendly one. Even if they could not fight the English openly he might find shelter, food, a place to rest, perhaps even a mount. He was of the Black Douglas band, after all, even if he hailed from the north. Donnach cinched his claiomh mor tighter to his back, grimacing in pain as he did so. He hadn't the strength to wield it now, but his pride would not allow him to to discard it. Fingers numbing with cold gingerly slid a small axe from his belt as began loping towards the dwellings. As the trail petered out so did the trees. Donnach stood as upright as he dared, a stolidly built man of five-and-twenty years, eyes flint blue under a shock of brown hair, his leather jerkin and homespun cloth splattered beyond recognition with blood and mud. He took a deep breath and paused. If the English lay ahead he would not live out this day. With a grunt of resignation he tightened the grip on his axe and continued to stagger forward. His mind drifted to an old saying, Be happy while living, for you are a long time dead.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

She ran through the mud soaked streets, her skirts flying behind her. They said he came from the wood, stumbling and half broken, starved and on the verge of death. Most folk stayed in their homes, afraid to go outside. They watched through the cracks in their shutters and doorways, curious and tempted but unwilling to assist. She was the only one. Russet curls were loose and bounced with each step. The hem of her grey wool gown was muddy and soiled and her boots were worse. A tiny gold locket hunt around her throat on a delicate chain and it complemented her beautiful sky blue eyes perfectly, bringing out the smallest flecks of gold in her irises. Caitlyn ran right up to the stranger, unafraid. Her pale skin nearly blended in with the mist but the worry and concern over the half dead man was written plainly on her face. Sir? He was partially bent over and she feared that he was mortally wounded ravens sent word of a battle not far from her lands and it was possible that he had come from it. Caitlyn reached out and gently touched his arm. Youre hurt She whispered so gently that the wind could have easily swallowed up her words. Carefully, she took his arm, using what little strength she had to help him stand and walk. Come You need sewin up. The large lodge loomed several yards away but it held within it warm fires, a hot meal, and soft place for the warrior to lay his head down once Caitlyn was finished with him.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

While on his mother's knee Donnach had learned of angels. Beautiful creatures who offered solace to those at death's door. In his pain and exhaustion, as his eyes touched hers, he thought for one brief moment he was dying. But the woman was no dream. Gentle-born, to judge from the gold round her neck, which was another surprise. He nearly collapsed with relief in her arms when she touched him. Then he realized what she had spoken and a final burst of energy surged through him. You are English, he growled in Scottish, shoving her away roughly with the haft of his axe. He kept the blade pointed at her as he circled her warily. Blood pounded in his head and seeped anew down his hip the wound was flowing again. But Donnach of Moray stood ramrod-straight, eyeing this woman who spoke the language of his sworn enemies. Where are your menfolk? he barked in passable French. Despite the pain Donnach had the presence of mind to keep his raider's discipline. No need for her to ken he spoke English. He didn't think she was there to bait him, all the same. The southrons were cruel, but not that wily, in his opinion. Where? he repeated without giving her a chance to answer. He didn't have much time. The pain would overwhelm him soon enough.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

The harsh Scottish did not surprise her nor did his reaction. It was not the first time she had a weapon held against her. Yet Caitlyns knees still trembled and she fought to keep from running away. The man circled her like a beast did before it went for the kill, barking at her in rough French. She had an inkling that he knew English, or else how could he have known it was what she spoke, but she replied back in French, her tongue more fluent and her soft voice more accustomed to the beautiful poetry of the French language. They are gone Your folk took them. She said your folk but was referring to the Scots as a whole. They took every able bodied boy and man, and put them to the sword. The only men who live here now are so old they have only white hair or so young that they have none. Caitlyn was proud that her voice did not waiver despite her shaking knees, but shed noticed the reopened wound on his hip and took a small step forward, holding her arms out in front of her. Please Let me help you. I have no desire to see another man die on my lands.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

She was a brave southron, he'd give her that. Beautifully calm while faced with death. Her French far more flowing and correct than his. Donnach found himself nodding at what she said. Not in sympathy, but just at the truth of the words. Both sides were wading knee-deep in slaughter these days. He was about to bark another demand when his knees finally failed him. He collapsed in front of her, one hand still grasping the axe, the other trying to undo the strap that held the claiomh mor in place. It now felt as if he was carrying an armored knight on his back. Food. Water, he rasped, his French breaking down. Horse if have one. Then I go. No trouble. Donnach couldn't stay in an English settlement, no matter how merciful she might be. But he didn't feel he could rise at the moment, either.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

He began to move and at first, Caitlyn braced herself for the worse. However, instead of striking out at her and simply taking what he wanted he fell hard, resorting to asking. But could it really be called asking when he promised he would cause no trouble in return for her help? It sounded more like a threat but it came from a broken man and she did not believe he could carry it out. Still Caitlyn put her small hand on the axe and pushed it down so that she could grab a hold of him. If I dont sew you up youll die before you reach the next Scottish camp. She hoisted one of his arms over her shoulders and then grabbed him by his belt, hauling him up. Her small frame shook under his weight but she could not leave him there to bleed out. Please dont pass out till we reach the lodge
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

Donnach tried to keep his grip on his axe and found he couldn't. But when this waif of an English noblewoman lifted him to his feet a fresh jolt of pain shot through him. That unleashed a brief torrent of oaths and profanities, most in Scottish, but a few in English, that drained the last of his strength. He staggered a few steps toward the lodge then fell forward, dragging her down with him. He was still conscious but quite unable to move now. This blasted fool of an southron lassie. Part of him wanted to kiss her for her kindness, another part of him wanted to throttle her for her foolishness, if he could lift his hands. The next Scottish camp, indeed. Her countrymen would spit him like a pig if he stayed in her lodge. He turned his face to gaze balefully at hers. Are you hurt? he rasped at her, in English. And as an afterthought added, Damned foolish English.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

When he lost his footing he brought her down with him. Caitlyn landed face first into the mud but other than biting down on the inside of her cheek was unharmed. She pushed herself to her hands and knees, tossing the Scot a pained look. How was she supposed to get him inside if he couldnt walk? Maybe I am a fool, she whispered harshly. But youre the bigger one. A lot bigger. Physically he outmatched her but she had no choice she had to drag him. She didnt want to yank on his limbs any longer, so she instead grabbed his jerkin and began to slowly drag him up the small hill to the front of the lodge. The doors were still open from where shed run out to meet him, and though they both covered the floor in mud and muck, Caitlyn kept pulling and yanking until he was inside and lying before one of the grand hearths. The grand hall was sparsely furnished, most of it destroyed when the Scots came to deliver their brand of justice. Off in shadowy doorways were older serving women who hovered to look on, but none offered to help. Caitlyn would not make them. Their husbands and sons were murdered. It would be cruel to ask them to tend to a Scot when their loved ones lay dead in shallow graves. Stay there, she murmured, heading off to the kitchens. She passed three of her serving women on the way. They acknowledged her with a slight bow of their heads but still did not help. Caitlyn drew a jug of water from a large vat and grabbed some bread, throwing it into a bowl. She took the supplies back to the Scot, gave him the bread, and then went in search for a needle and some thread. She was no healer but had done her fair share of stitching up wounds in the past several months. The redhead poured some of the water into the bowl, wetting a cloth and using it to wipe away the blood and grime from his wounds. They were deep and even if she sewed him up he could still die This will hurt. She gave him another rag to bite down on, then put the needle to his flesh, her thin fingers making quick work of the deep gashes and minor cuts. She gave him water when he asked for it but otherwise said nothing to him, this time hoping he would pass out and spare himself the pain of feeling every pinch of the needle as it passed through his flesh and closed up his wounds.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

By all that was holy, this English lassie planned on dragging him into the lodge. That thought soon disappeared under the fresh pain that seared through him with each jolt as she pulled him towards the hearth. Fresh oaths poured forth from him God's Blood, God's Teeth, and Arse of the Black Pig. When she told him to stay there, he gave a weak laugh, then grimaced as he found that pained him as well. The warmth did soothe him, but by the time she got back he was too weak to even eat the bread, and she had to help him take a drink of water. He mercifully felt nothing as she got to work on him, his mind drifting back into the past. As the world drifted Donnach began to speak softly in Scottish... ...Morven stood over him, as beautiful as the day he married her, placing a warm, damp cloth to his head. You took a right tumble, my love, she said, kissing him softly on the lips. Lay back now. Donnach chuckled and grasped her arm tenderly. Serves me right, he said. Shadow does have a temper on her. No riding and no work for a day or two, Morven added, giving a playful tug to his short beard. I'll have you all to myself. Oh, you're just using my hurts as an excuse, woman... The pain of the needle brought him back to the present. It was all too much. A single tear fell from Donnach's eye, then everything flowed away. The war, the ambuscades, the killing, the bitter cold of the highlands all fell away. Before he lapsed completely into unconsciousness, he murmured, Morven.
Thread: Time and tide for nae man bide (Tune Mizu and Lineralus)

Thank the Lord above that hed fallen unconscious. Though he hadnt said a word when the stitches began shed been worried that all she was doing was adding more pain. She had already dragged him through mug to get into her lodge and heard every Scottish curse he could think of and her heart went out to him. The darkness was a blessing. He whispered one word before he left her, though Morven. It sounded more like a name than a curse and the way he said it was almost as if he were whispering a prayer up to their Lord. It cause Caitlyn to pause just for a moment and she repeated the word softly, Morven, then got back to work. Tending to the massive man alone would have taken hours. Thankfully, at last, one of her servants came to her rescue. Milly was an older woman whose husband and son were killed in the slaughter earlier on in the war. She was silent the entire time she helped Caitlyn bathe and undress him by the fire, searching for more wounds that needed stitching and then helping her with them. She was a skilled seamstress and had no qualms sticking the Scot with a needle, binding his flesh back together. When they were finished, Caitlyn thanked her, but Milly simply stared down at the Scot with hatred written all over her face. I want him to live so he can see what theyd done to us. It was a horrible excuse to help, but Caitlyn took it nonetheless. Without Milly she would have never gotten him down the hall and into her chambers. It was the safest place. Should the English come calling, they would never enter a ladys bedroom without permission and she would not give it to them. The Scot was laid out, naked, on a fine bed stuffed with goose down and then covered by four thick quilts to keep the chill off. The bed had four posts, all engraved with scenes of fox or boar hunts. The headboard was beautifully engraved with the standoff of a bear hunt, though it was currently half hidden by a shawl thrown haphazardly across it. On the far side of the room and opposite of the bed was a small hearth that Caitlyn stoked to life. A loom sat in a corner and the rest of room seemed to be full of a typical ladys belongings chairs arranged neatly before the hearth, leather bound books that talked of knights and their lady loves, a large wardrobe full of gowns Caitlyn sat by the fire, practicing her needlework as she watched over the Scot lying in her bed. He looked pale and she feared hed lost too much blood. Only time would tell if he would live or if there would be another corpse to bury.