To Form a Bond...
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				Title: <strong>To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 18:51:37</strong>
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				Michael was a troubled child. He had problems at school, he had no friends, he had anger control issues and a host of other problems. He had been this way for a long time. His father would often get angry with him for using his parents' names instead of "Mom" or "Dad." Basically the parent/child bond that most healthy families have just did not develop. Perhaps it was parental distance, perhaps it was a failing within Mike. Likely a little of both.<br><br>At his father's urging they had been to family councilling (in secret...big scandal for his Dad if anyone found out!) and the therapist had come up with a radical idea: starting over in the womb! This did not mean Mike would be entirely stuck inside his mother for 9 months. That was just impossible. However, a scientist that the therapist knew had a procedure that would help. <br><br>Basically Mike's penis would be extremely enlarged so that it could be inserted into his mother's womb and made priapic so that it would remain there for 9 months. His mother would be made infertile to prevent any dangerous developments from happening. Then the two would be physically bonded for 9 months at which point Mike would be "birthed" again.<br><br>That the therapist was a demented quack was beside the point. He was also brilliant and did not feel bound by societal pressure, so this is what he prescribed. He intended to document this case and present his conclusions to his peers. He didn't tell his patients that, though!<br><br>Mike was not happy. All this would get in the way of his freedom. Besides, sex with his mother! Eww! However, since he was still a teenager living at home what his parents said went, at least legally speaking and they had the power to force this issue. So now he was in the lab of the mad scientist having his penis enlarged comically! This quack had better be able to reverse it when this was over. He did not want to go around with a priapic monster in his pants that was unhidable!<br><br>The scientist was a surprisingly attractive woman who spent a lot of time with him. The enlargement procedure was surprisingly pleasant. Each session left him feeling drained and sated and he'd go home with a big smile on his face. Now they were at the final stage: priapic conditioning.<br><br>A combination of mental conditioning and physical changes were used, a sort of double whammy with one backing up the other in case one failed.<br><br>Doctor Brecker came out to see his parents. "It's time," she said with a crazy smile. "Mike's penis is engorged and maximally enlarged. Now we just have to finish your preparations and then we can begin the bonding."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:44:18</strong>
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				Nayna was extremely nervous, though basically she was a calmed and harmonic, sensitive and spiritual soul. But the oncoming operation just made her having the worst feelings. In a usual hospital gown, wearing one of her own housecoat above it she was sitting in the corridor in front of the OR, holding each other tightly with an elderly man.<br>"Joseph..." - she whispered being more than affraid. <br>Her mature but still beautiful face, that by now turned pale, was framed by long, silvery black hair that was in a loose braid. This kind and serious man who was her husband was rubbing her arm, kissing her head - he did everything to make her feel less embarassed and more conscious about what a brave thing that she was going to do: saving their family union by sacrifising her independency completely.<br>"Sss.. It's gonna be all right. We do can handle this.. We love him enough to be able to go through this!, remember.. My love.. My life.. It's gonna be all right. I'll be beside you since the moment you two come out from that room." - he winked kindly, squeezing again her hand. <br><br>To stay with her during the procedure - no, that he was unable to do. Simply just couldn't see as the penis of his own son...! Oh no, that was too hard for him even to say... But he made up his mind. <br>He moved them to another town. He changed their car. He arranged their new home to be the most comfortable for his beloved ones and also employed a confident help at the house. <br>This was their only way, the last straw. Once they made a mistake, as both of them was too busy to stay with Mike when he was very small and they payed the price more than terribly for that. Now they got another chance, one more chance to be formed again as it has to be. <em>As a family.</em><br><br>Then two nurses came and helped Nana to lay on a gurney and after the parents held each other one more time she was taken into the OR, where Mike was already put to sleep, being placed and fixed onto a high chair at the end of the operating table. There were also two stirrups as well above for the woman's legs. She was deeply grateful for the fact that all is gonna happen with anesthesia. Once again she caressed and kissed the face of Mike, their only child then a few minutes later she was under the surface...<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 08:05:31</strong>
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				The surgeons did their work, carefully ending her fertility, dilating her cervix and adding extra lubrication glands. Her body would become more efficient, elimenated waste by not creating any, much the same way Mike's was elimenated. Instead it would be used to produce more lubrication and to produce milk. The therapist thought nursing might help forge that bond between a mother and her child. <br><br>It took several hours. <br><br>While this was happening Mike was being monitored and assessed. His new eating efficiency was tested...manually! Instead of waste product he now produced more lubricating agent and sperm. His erection never wavered through 4 drainings.<br><br>In time the changes were completed and both patients woken. They were brought into the same room for the final act. The therapist was there to monitor and record the situation.<br><br>The process of joining was not easy. Nothing had been done to prepare Nayna's vaginal canal for the stretching that the invasice process caused. It took over an hour to insert the gargantuan organ into her, have it breach her cervix and for the valve to block removal. Then some time was taken for her body to adjust, as well as for Michael's to get used to the pressure so caused.<br><br>When they were eased out of unconciousness they were on their sides, facing each other, carefully positioned so that the first thing either of them would see was the other's eyes. Everyone left the room, though the scene was being monitored via closed circuit.<br><br>Mike was slowly returning to wakefulness. He felt lightheaded and strange while odd sensations were on his body. It was rather cool in the room and he was naked. He could feel a source of warmth in front of him and he instinctively moved toward it. That caused an all new sensation down at his manhood. His lightheaded brain couldn't quite make sense of it, though. He opened his eyes and saw...eyes. Warm, open, gentle eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 10:08:11</strong>
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				Nayna's heart was deeply moved until she started to tear, keeping herself back from sobbing, not to wake or annoy the boy - Mike, her child, now her little 'baby' again, moved immediately close to her as he felt a bit from the coolness of the room. Something like this hadn't happened for ages! Before this surgery he was closed, he was refusing, even aggressive... and maybe he'll be the same after he gains back full consciousness?!...<br>At this thoght she desperately folded her arms around him and kissed his forehead, his hair, his cheek, caressing it gently again and again. She wanted to get and use every chance to express her love towards him, until he turns the same again?... As the boy moved towards her she felt his penis rubbing against the side of her vagina so she had to close her eyes, the feeling was so weird and good at the same time.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But when Mike opened his eyes she was looking into it, smiling and whispering his name. Before they started the procedure she read several books on mother-child relation, especially on early connection, determining herself not to make fatal mistakes again, so she knew exactly how important these first motives are!<br>Her joy of having him connected to her body again was so high that she even forgot about the unpleasant, sometimes heavily painful feelings down in her body. She knew Joseph's waiting outside, possibly more and more nervously so she hoped soon all will be in the same room... and in a warmer room. Till then she tried to give her warmth to her child as much as she could, covering him with her arms.<br>"Mike... My little Michael..." - she whispered, waiting for his reactions, hoping the best. <br><br>She tried to recall those moments when she felt him kicking in her womb for the first time and decided to hide every ugliness of their present state with these precious feelings. Though when she looked down and <em>saw</em>... when she saw her own labia embracing the enlarged penis of her son she immeditaley started to tremble and having nausea. To fight these back she focused again on her slowly awaking son, placing her palm on his face. She knew that for nine months this face will be her very reality, something that'll always be close in front of her, like a living mirror. So she had to be careful. Her breasts layed right next to the hands of Mike, ready to fill up with milk, and she was wondering whether he'll touch them again, like when he was a little baby, or not... Picturing herself nursing at her age was a strange one but not unimaginable. Actually she felt a <em>desire</em> to do so, which she connected to the fact that she got hormons recently to increase this ability of hers again. <br>Being more than excited she was waiting for Mike's first words!...<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 03:22:56</strong>
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				He didn't immediately recognize those eyes, but they held his. When he heard his mother's voice he felt...different. He wasn't quite sure what to call the fleeting sensation. Was it caring? He was still confused and startled. The situation was unreal. He could feel her tunnel snug against the pop-can thick girth of his manhood and felt both pleasure and guilt and...excitement. His eyes stayed locked with hers and he lightly whispered out, "Mom?"<br><br>He had always called her "mother" or, at times, by her own first name. he did the same with his dad, avoiding familiarity. The whole situation, the warmth of her body, her arms around him, the way she lovingly stroked his cheek, it was all an assault on what he believed and understood. His parents never cared for him or acted like parents. <br><br>His stomach rumbled. It had been over 30 hours since he had eaten. The usual 24 hour fast before anaesthesia had to be followed. He looked down and saw his massive penis encased within her his eyes widened. he was a teenage boy so when he saw this his manhood pulsed in sudden arousal. He was looking down and hoped his mother did not see his wince. He knew it was unnatural to be immersed within her body this way...but it felt so good, both physically and the knowing she could not leave him. "Did it work?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 08:13:40</strong>
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				When Nayna felt his child's penis arouse a terrible wave of guilt spread through her mind and body. <br>- it felt <em>good</em>... <br>But she strengthened herself and sticked to the undoubtedly positive side of their connection. To esase his embarrassment, which must had been worse than her own, her other hand joined the caressing on his cheek as well.<br>"Yes.. I think so..." - she smiled warmly, full of mathernal love. "No worries... My son.. My <em>little</em> son..."<br>This attribute she added helped her to make this whole situation somewhat more bearable. <br><br>She heard his stomach rumbling as well, and this time the sound almost tortured her as she knew she herself had to be the only regular source of food for him for months since now. Hearing this sign of his, her breats started to strain more... but she supposed it wasn't time yet, though she was more than eager to get to the first moment of lactation! She was very hungry herself but she didn't feel it.<br><em>- All she felt was Mike.</em><br>Inside her, beside her, around her. Nayna was grateful for this fact. So it really worked, thanks to God. She wished Joseph could be with them, sharing these precious moments... but the two were under monitoring now and the surgical team still ready to make any intervention if necessary. For a little more time she had to be patient. And first: they had to be dressed on as her husband would be shocked seeing <em>this</em>. Maybe, with time he could get used to their sight... or not...<br><br>Mike's stomach rumbled again and his face cricked into a stressful expression. Her breasts started to strain like hell! Nayna wished more than anything they were at home. 24 hours of monitoring was already started for them, before they could leave the clinic. Only being in their own, friendly and warm room would had been enough for her! But their reality was the sterile and metallic enviroment of the operating room where the only source of light was above them. <br><em>'So I have to try it <strong>here</strong>?!.. Oh, God!...'&nbsp; </em><br>Her hand was trembling in embarrassment and awkwardness as she tried to grab her own breast, the right one that was closer to Mike's mouth and with a shy but loving smile she offered him all she had, hopefully some premilk, more than nothing for her hungry child.<br>"Eat my little one if you're hungry. Mom is here..." - she whispered, but as she knew how many pairs of eyes were sticked to her body, their bodies a teardrop run through her face. <br>She didn't give up! She tried to focus only on her boy.<br>"You can try to eat some, Mike..." - she smiled to encourage him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 08:26:30</strong>
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				When she reassured him that she thought it worked he felt stress ease away. It was like a loosening, hiw whole body seeming to untense. "I'm not really little anymore though." A month ago he would have made a sarcastic or snippy remark, but somehow it felt wrong to right then.<br><br>The way she offered her breast to him as if to nurse him sparked something primal in the hungry lad. His eyes flashed for a moment, then he leaned his head down, taking hold of the large, soft orb in both hands. It felt soft and nice in his gentle grip. He couldn't help but to caress it a little. He moved his lips in place, licked them to moisten them, then latched onto her distended nipple. <br><br>He wasn't quite sure what to do now. His teenage hormones were raging, his holding of her breast reminding him of his primal drive to breed. His cock throbbed within her again, straining her sheathe and testing her womb. Every throb sent little electric tingles through him making it hard to concentrate. He tentatively licked the tip of her nipple, then started to suck on it firmly. <br><br>His stomach rumbled again, reminding him that he was not here for the sating of base desires. Even though he wanted to. He was here to bond. He'd been skeptical throughout, thinking the therapist was a big perv, but this moment gave him hope. "Mmmmm," he moaned contentedly as he sucked on Nayna's nipple and occasionally flicked the tip, trying to draw the milk out of it. He gave her breast the occasional squeeze with his gentle, caressing hands, trying to drink the ambrosia within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 08:53:48</strong>
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				For a few squeeze nothing happened. Nayna could feel the boy was awkward too, trying to rush the process using his teeth as well. But before she could try to make him more patient... <em>something</em> happened.<br>It was beautiful and powerful - a catharsis.<br>Almost at the same moment when she felt him moving in her womb for the first time in this new life of theirs, liquid poured out of her breast and into his mouth. She couldn't help but groan out loudly in her pleasure and relief, caressing and groping the boy's head with one warm and soft hand, placing the other on her belly.<br>"Aaaaaah!..."<br>Nayna's neck twitched once or twice as she started to nurse her son again and though she couldn't hear it, the whole stuff applauded and celebrated behind the darkened glass wall. How nonsense it was...<br><br>But for them, Mother and Child: it was <em>the whole world.</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 09:34:35</strong>
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				He tasted her sweet milk as it burst from her breast and onto his tongue. He sucked it down, gulping noisily every several seconds as his mouth filled. This was happiness!<br><br>He felt her hand when she put it on her stomach. He could actually feel it with his cock! It added to his stimulation, making him tremble within her. He grunted, his lips fastened tight against her nipple, while a blast of his lubricating pre-ejaculate fluid burst from his dick into her womb! This was joy!<br><br>He truly felt...connected! Like he was a&nbsp; part of her. It was a tremendous feeling. As he nursed he felt closer to his mother, the beginnings of a bond was growing. It would be tested in the future, for sure, but at this time, as blissfull sensations, both emotional and physical, ran through him all was right! He squeezed her breast firmly, wanting more of her milk. His cock seemed to throb in time with his squeezes, pulsing in a pleasant rhythym of multiple levels of joining. And it felt so good! It was taking real willpower not to just give in and start pumping his hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 09:55:00</strong>
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				First all she embraced was the miracle of breastfeeding, Nayna could hardly wait for the hour when they can take him home at last! And there they can repeat it in the peaceful atmosphere of their new home as it has to be. Joseph had already prepared everything to make their life easier -the way they can move around, travel and sleep together in a comfortable way- so they could focus on this precious part of their lives - she was daydreaming...<br>...But soon Nayna started to feel the same urge to help themselves with an orgasm, not mainly because of erotic sensation but to quit that strong straining in her vagina that was getting worse and worse under the weight of Mike's penis and to make her son calm again, to ease his struggle. She knew how important it was for him to eat without stress or embarrassment. So it was her who started to move her hips and paralelly with this she was squeezing that area of her where she felt Mike inside. <br><br>This, of course, first surprised him, she could see it in his staring, scared eyes, still with her nipple in his mouth, but she was fast to reassure him, cupping his face, kissing his forehead.<br>"Ssss.. It's all right, my life.. It's all right.. It's OK with me, don't worry. After this you can eat more peacefully. It's important, you know.. Don't worry. I do this <em>for us</em>! Trust me..."<br>And she intensed her move and also the squeezing on her belly, pulling the boy's head gently on her chest while their joy was getting on a higher and higher level. Nayna felt ashamed because of her moans and gasps for air in her pleasure, but she knew it was the only solutions. The doctors told her it's gonna happen and that it should be, it <em>must</em> be her who manages the situation. She <em>had</em> to do it...<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 21:10:57</strong>
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				His arousal embarassed him tremendously! This was his <em>mother</em>! He felt shame for enjoying the sensation of her satiny sheathe snug against his shaft. When she started to move her hips he moaned, his sucking lips vibrating against her nipple. His hands tightened their grip on her breast and hixs cock pulsed again. "Mmmm!" He looked up at her and listened to her soothing words. Under the shame and embarassment it felt amazing! This was as close to his mother as he had ever been. The physical feelings were incredible!<br><br>He had the desire to be on his back, to let her cover him, so he tried to guide her. He took his lips off her breast and said, "Let me get on my back." Then he carefully turned, trying to keep her with him. His cock slid backward as he rolled, pulling until the fattened crown hit her inner cervix. The massively engorged organ could not breach it and pull out! The feeling that inspired made him tremble. "Uhhhh," he grunted as pleasure rippled through. It took some work, but he managed to get onto his back, his mother mounted upon him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 21:28:31</strong>
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				<em>'OK.. I'll do what I can to end this...'</em><br>Nayna bit her lips and carefully moved her body above him, then continued what she did before.<br>"Are you all right?? Is it hurt?..." - she asked softly, being deeply concerned, trying to fight back constant moaning and shivering. One of her hands was still resting on his face. "Hold on, my baby..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 22:10:01</strong>
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				He lay under her, looking at her face. She seemed so much different than before. "I'm good...feels good!" He caressed the hand she used to stroke his face, feeling strange new emotions that he thought he liked.&nbsp; This tenderness was so different from what he was used to.<br><br>He felt her vaginal walls shivering against his shaft and trembled under her. He reached up to pull her downward so he could get at her breasts again and drink their weet, warm milk. His cock shuddered within her and he started arching his hips up gently, matching the pace and vigour she set. "Ahhhh," he moaned as the friction of her sheath upon his shaft forced intense, taboo pleasure through him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 07:51:28</strong>
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				Maybe it was cruel from her, maybe it was just simply conscious enough but she didn't let the boy suckle while she was working on their orgasm. Nayna was moaning and heaving herself, she tried everything to remain silent or so, but all her attempts failed. She also knew that she had to hold on, it was Mike who had to be gone first - and soon it was so.<br>Nayna did some more movements, carefully, concentrating on the spot where her clit hit the giant organ... then her legs, her whole body started to tremble and with a last, little scream she was gone too... <br>She was an extremely strong woman, this was the reason why the therapist offered them this process and method. It wasn't for 'beginners'.<br>Caressing the boy's sweating face, kissing his forehead she said only one sentence, smiling shyly:<br>"Now you can eat on, my little one..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:07:59</strong>
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				He tried to hold back his climax but was completely inexperienced and what his mother was doing felt so incredibly good and, "AAAAHHHHH..!" His orgasm tore through him like a knife through paper. His sperm boiled over and raced up through his penile canal, erupting into his mother's womb like Krakatoa! Hot, thick blast after creamy blast launched with surprising force while his body locked up, his muscles all contracting at once! When it ended he was gasping for breath and completely at her mercy...and still hard and full within her.<br><br>He endured the overstimulation, gritting his teeth as Nayna worked herself to her peak. It was too much pleasure on his over-sensitized cock. He needed some recovery time. His face remained twisted in that same way it was during his orgasm. After all, it was overpleasure he was enduring.<br><br>Finally it was over. He had just had his first sex ever and it was with his mom! He was a maelstrom of emotions but her offer of sustenance broke through. She had to be exhausted but she was unselfishly offering him his nourishment. He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe (and it was a long shot) his mommy loved him. "Thank you," he gasped and leaned up to take her nipple between his lips again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond... - 1. Birth of a contact</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 08:41:18</strong>
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				As waves of her orgasm spread through her whole body and she was breastfeeding again at the same time, tears were running through her face because of their miserable state... yet she was as happy as a mother could be<br>- her son just said 'thank you'. A '<em>THANK YOU</em>'!<br>Something like this never happened, as she remembered. The most they got from their child was quick kisses on their cheeks but Nayna could count these occasion on one hand, they were so rare, almost like they never happened.<br><br>But now... The bond really started to form! And it was worth every inconvenience, all the embarrassment and shame. Those were tears of happyness as well. And it just grew higher when they finally transfered them into a quiet, single room where Joseph was waiting for them eagerly in a chair, close to the bed. By the time they arrived back, both of the Mother and the Child was sleeping, being more than exhausted from all that happened, physically and emotionally. It took three nurses to lift and place them on the wide bed properly before they checked on their catheters and arranged the covers on them - the father was waiting somewhat farther from them. He didn't want to see <em>that</em>... <br>Then, only then, for the first time the three stayed alone. <br>-<em>A family.</em><br><br>Mike was snuffing peacefully in her mothers arms, now both of them were dressed in hospital gowns and didn't feel any cold at last. The elderly man pulled the chair close to his wife's head and was caressing gently both faces, whispering words of love and reassurement to them...<br>He knew nothing about the results of the process until the leading surgeon and the therapist came and gave him a detailed report and chance for questions in the corridor, in front of the room. Nayna could see his relief through the window with her sleepy eyes and was happy with it, being relieved herself as well, though she was getting more and more affraid of the time of the oncoming nursing. Her cervix and vagina were numb, but felt all right and her body was full of endorphin. She knew that once her producing of milk gets more balanced and frequent, the process of lactation will get more noisy and longer as well. How will he react?... Should she send him out?... Will he want to stay?... When Mike was a little baby it wasn't a problem at all and also, the father was so busy that he was hardly at home. <br>But now...<br><br>Her thoughts were quit by her husband who just stepped in without a sound, not to wake their son, with a shining smile on his face. He rushed to her side and kissed her, resting his forehead against her.<br>"I was so worried, Nayna!..." - he whispered.<br>She placed her palm on his face.<br>"I know, love. But we're all right. Believe me. It's all OK and it's gonna be like this.. He's <em>such a good child</em>!..." - she looked at the sleeping boy with great love and warmness. Actually both parents were waiting for his wake with mixed emotions...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 19:34:07</strong>
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				Michael slept with her nipple in his mouth. It only came free when the nurses moved them. He slept dreamlessly, but stayed clutched to Nayna. She was warm and he was drawn to warmth.<br><br>When he woke it was again to confusion. He was in a different room and he did not remember going there. He popped his head up with a nervous reaction, then saw his parents and he calmed and leaned back again. He remembered the last while, how he and his mom were joined and how he nursed from her.&nbsp; He was remembering how he felt. It was strange and a bit disconnected.<br><br>He could feel where they were joined and that combined with his father's presence made him feel weird. Still, the sensations at the joining felt good, which coloured everything to lean towards, well, feeling good.<br><br>"Hi Mom," he said quietly. His face was a bit red from embarassment. At least they had gowns on now! He looked over to his father, seeing the intent expression on his face. He did not feel any different toward his father. There was no connection there. He wasn't sure what to say or do. Finally he said, "Uh, hi." The disconnection was there in his voice and eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 20:48:26</strong>
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				Joseph strenghtened himself and did not show disappointment, though his heart was aching, seeing them so close to each other, feeling himself so exclused from this miracle. The situation now seemed hopeless to him. The Mother and the Child, everything for the Mother and the Child. But who cares about the <em>Father</em>?... <br>But he just smiled and ruffled his son's shiny hair kindly.<br>"Hi, big boy. I've heard you acted very brave. It must have been hard for you. I'm proud of you, Michael. Really. My son! My big son!"<br>"I'm proud of you too, honey."<br>Both of the parents seemed perfectly happy. Mike had no idea how much they swallowed only to create the best athmosphere for him. But they didn't mind it. He was their only child and this was their last chance.<br><br>His father squeezed his shoulder as an encouragement.<br>"Listen, Mike. I've already arranged everything. And if there won't be any complications tomorrow we can all go home. How does it sound?.."<br>He kept on smiling.<br>"See that wheeled chair over there with the long legs and the footrest? It is for you. So that Mom can push you around and outside, if you'd like to."<br>Nayna looked at her son with concern.<br><em>'Did this scare him too much?... Maybe it was early to tell him about the chair...' </em><br>She caressed his cheek.<br>"It will be comfortable, you'll see."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 01:31:18</strong>
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				He looks over at the chair and see's it's very unusual and evocative of young toddlers. He's unsure how to feel about that. Still, hearing his parents are proud of him softens any bad feelings that the chair might cause. He's not used to hearing that.<br><br>"I don't know about brave. I was unconcious so, uh, well...less fear that way. Uhh...How are we going to get back to the house?" He never referred to it as "home." It just never really felt like home before. "Uh, how are Mom and I gonna, uhh...you know...be when we're in the car?"<br><br>He's very nervous being genitally joined with his mom when his father is there. Will he get mad? Will he get violent? He's basically defenseless like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 08:28:00</strong>
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				It was the same hard or even more harder for Joseph. Treating his big son like a little child, a <em>baby</em> again?! Isn't is more than humiliating for Mike??... Isn't it scary?... <em>Doesn't it make just more damage than he already has because of his parents?... </em><br>This wasn't the first time whe he doubted the therapist's ideas about their small family, but they were already in the middle of the process, or at least very in the beginning and until now the method seemed to work, so he swallowed these questions for now. He cleared his throat a little, chasing away embarrassment, trying to replace it with simply curiousity.<br>"Well.. khm.. Tomorrow, if both of you are OK, I'm gonna come.. in the morning, and.. he.. I'm gonna help you two to dress and to.. place you into the chair, then we.. Mom will push you out to the car. Khm.. You know, it's a different one. While you've been here I changed to a van. I'm sure you're gonna like it."<br><br>The Father tried to smile and keep optimism. Again he started to caress Mike's hair.<br>"It's blue.. Shiny.. Really cool, I think. And it has a ramp, so.. you can stay in the chair while travelling if this makes you feel more comfortable. Or you can just.. sit opposite your mother. There're two seats inside like that. Especially for you.. How does it sound, son?"<br>Nayna was also waiting for his reactions anxiously, still folding her arm around him, like she could protect the boy from that chair, from all the uneasy situations he had to face, from their whole new reailty.<br>"<em>That</em> nobody will see." - she continued in the similar, reassuring tone. "We'll be covered with a blanket. We.. thought, together with doctor Serpentine, that the best thing would be to tell you have some developmental disorder, that's why you have to stay close to me like this. If somebody asks."<br>The Mother had to gulp, forming these hard words...<br>"That your body is immature, that's why you still need mine. That.. this is the only way for you to stay alive."<br>Silence wrapped them around, only the gentle hands of the parents moved, pleasing and supporting him.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 09:47:39</strong>
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				It started to sink in. This was his life! He was going to be joined with his mom for a long, long time! If anyone found out he'd never live it down! The way his father and his mom talked made everything sound so drastic! His father tried to be positive, he could tell that, but basically, for nine months he was going to be <em>continuously having sex with his mom!</em> Maybe not actively, but what else could you call it. He had to try and never be active about it...even though it felt so good. Even now there was a lingering trace of pleasure running through his dick. His Mom's ... It was the best feeling thing ever! So wrong, but the best and he wanted more! <br><br>Nobody could be allowed to find out about this! Ever! There would be no explaination of any sort to anyone because nobody would ever find out!<br><br>"Developmental defect? That might work for strangers! What do we say to people who know us? We can't ever see any of them! I can't go to school or nothin'! What am I gonna do all day?"<br><br>He felt he could either laugh or cry. He was a man and men don't cry, so he opted for laughter. "Mom, you're gonna have to learn how to play video games."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 10:07:52</strong>
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				Nayna was so proud of him! Her little boy! He indeed acted so brave! Joseph nodded, smiling softly - he felt the same.<br>The Mother kissed Mike's forehead, wiping away her tears. Having hormons like new mothers have in her body again made her much more sensitive and caring.<br>"I will, honey. I will! If this makes you feel only a bit better, then I will do so. I promise. Besides... I'm sure we're gonna figure it out how to fill the days... You <em>can</em> learn, Mike... You know.. in our hometown everybody knows so that you need some special therapy.. because of a serious blood disease and so we have to live under sterile circumstances close to this hospital, and it is forbidden for us to have guests..."<br>The parents looked at each other. Nayna's eyes were begging for his husband's support.<br>Joseph held her hand and continued, looking kindly at their son. <em>His</em> son!... He felt his heart filling with warmth like maybe never before...<br>"But you can learn together with Mom or with a private teacher and when we move back there, you can pass the exams and continue your studies with your good old classmates. Hm? I think it's not a bad option."<br><br><em>'Oh God!...'</em><br>Nayna closed and pressed her eyes. She could feel Mike's penis arising inside of her again!... To ease this stress she placed her palm under the covers at the spot where she felt the move and what <em>only the two of them knew</em>... Despite the fact that it was weird it felt so good... Just like the feeling of her swelling breasts and nipples... Again she felt an urge to lactate... or to bring themselves to an orgasm again?? It was hard to decide... She desperately tried to separate these two in her mind, but in her body these feelings seemed to be somewhat united... She instinctively caressed <em>the spot</em> through her belly again...<br><em>'My baby... My little baby...'</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 20:09:16</strong>
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				Mike was listening to his parents. The quarantine thing sounded good. Nobody would cross that threshhold. The privatre teacher idea made his eyes widen, though. "N-no! No tutor. You guys can teach me. That'll be better." He looked at his mom with pleading eyes. He briefly looked to his father as well, giving him token attention. His father had a lot to do to get into Mike's good books. His mom had the advantage right now with the physical bonding. She demonstrated sacrifice...and she made him feel so good!<br><br>Speaking of feeling good, his cock was so massive now that he could feel her hand on it through her stomach! This caused it to throb within her. He tried to keep it from happening, not wanting his father to get mad because of it, but he was just not able to! He gritted his teeth, keeping his face hidden from his dad, and stifled a moan as the fat helmet at the end of his cock rubbed against the sides of his mom's uterus. Damn, that felt so good!<br><br>"Uh-hhh...when can we leave? I want to go home." He didn't call where they lived home, he called it "the house." This was a new development in his seemingly rapidly changing demeanor.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 08:27:26</strong>
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				"Oh, <em>'home'</em>? Home..." <br>Joseph repeated the word before answering, and his smile turned wider and wider. He called it 'home'! They shared a joyfully shining expression with his wife... but he couldn't even suspect that Nayna's smile was also formed from the pleasure she just felt in her body. Her hand was still resting on her belly...<br><br><br>* *<br><br>As all the monitored markers were normal the next morning, finally they got the persmission and all the papers and instruction to transfer into their new home. When the nurses finished all their tasks, politely they wished good luck to them then left the room. So Joseph stayed with his family and he had to continue from that point somehow and though he was told and showed how to dress them, he felt a quite great nod in his heart and stomach, and his hands were trembling a bit.<br>"So..."<br>He tried to smile and cleared his throat, this was a habit of his.<br><br>Both of the patients had to wear clothes that were open at <em>that</em> part. So Mike's trousers were actually without a fly and Nayna's long skirt was also open in front. They could be closed around the waist and above the 'connection'. <br>No matter how hard he tried to ignore what was <em>there</em>, little parts of their genitalias were visible, though basicly <em>It</em> was covered sterile and professionally. <br>First they helped Mike to get dressed. He could manage his T-shirt on his own, but for to be able to clothe his lower body they had to lay down, Nayna on her back. In this position the Father could pull on the legs of the trousers. And they finished with socks and shoes which, again, he did on his own, sitting on the bed.<br>Then came his mother and so they repeated the method, only now it was the boy who rested on his back. <br>The movements of leaning back and forward brought an undeniably warm feeling into the woman's vagina, but wisely she didn't let any of this to be visible...<br><br>Before they did the final step -Joseph pushed the chair close to the bed, fixing it- he sat in front of Mike and squeezed his shoulder.<br>"Are you all right, son?.. Are you ready to go?..."<br>His concern was honest, his soft, encouraging smile warm and loving. Both parents were waiting for their child's approval as leaving the hospital meant a totally new life for him. For all of them, of course, but mostly for Mike. This was his second birth. And the third was to wait for nine months...<br>&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 08:37:34</strong>
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				Getting dressed was a new experience. Basically it was like his own father was helping him to screw his mother missionary style, then helping his mom do him reverse missionary. He blushed throughout the process, partly from embarassment and partly from the heat! The actions were such an arousing thing the way they forced his body against his mom's and the way they forced his cock to move inside her. He was halfway toward climaxing when they finally finished!<br><br>Once he was in the chair (and that felt humiliating, like he was a baby!) he sighed as his father put a hand on his shoulder. "I guess we gotta sooner or later. Let's get this over with." He hoped there was nobody nearby on the way to the van. He also quietly and selfishly hoped the road would be bumpy. Any motion within his mom' womb felt amazingly good..!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 08:59:27</strong>
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				His father nodded, man to man, he was proud of his son, more than ever. <br>"All right." - he answered quietly, patting his shoulder, caressing Mike's cheek again, once.<br>Then, as a final action, he covered the space between them with a blanket that had strings at both end, so halfly it was boosted around Nayna's waist under her bazer and the other two strings around Mike's. They were absolutely in the same level. The only thing that was visible lower were the boy's shod feet on the chair's footrest. The two sides of the blanket were sticked together by velcros, so nobody could see anything annoying. All this was simply weird, and because of this they got several staring looks, even in the hospital corridors. <br><br>When they were next to the van at last, Joseph sighed a little then asked Mike.<br>"How would you like to travel? It won't be a long road though. Stay in the chair?"<br>Nayna's fingers were nervously squeezing the ears. She was affraid that maybe Mike's erection turns into an orgasm during the way, but her worst fear was that she maybe starts to approach to climax herself as well...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 09:13:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The ride through the hospital was nerve wracking and embarassing. He felt his face would never cool. When they finally got to the van he was mre than relieved.<br><br>"Uh...I don't know. Is the chair better or is the seats? Um...getting into the chair is quite a production. Maybe it would be dumb to get out just to have to get in again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 09:28:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His mother placed her soft and cool palm on the side of his face for a while, giving a solacing smile to him.<br>"It's all right. Soon we'll be home. Hold on, honey."<br>It was more than hard for her to fight back tears...<br>"Sure. You're right.. OK."<br>Joseph's heart became heavy too, watching the struggling of his beloved ones but now he had to stay strong and initiative. After all, he was the only one of them who had his whole freedom.<br>He used a sort of elevator to move them into the van and when it was done Nayna was sitting on a single seat with the fixed and secured chair in front of her. Their first journey as a re-formed family began... <br><br>Maybe it was the exhausting embarrassment, maybe it was still tiredness from the day before but by the time they arrived Mike fell asleep.<br>"Just like the first time when we took him home..."<br>The Mother was watching him whispering, with tears running on her cheek. Bitter sweet tears...<br>When he awoke again they were laying on pillows on a wide couch, in a friendly and light living room. A local station could be heard softly through the radio and she was caressing his cheek gently, examining his face...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 09:36:00</strong>
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				He woke laying on his side, looking into his mom's face as she caressed his cheek.&nbsp; He lay there quietly for a minute or so, just sort of letting it happen. Then he said, "I guess I fell asleep, huh." It was odd to be laying there like this. It was frightening how good this felt. he was getting lots of attention from her and she seemed to really care. On top of that his cock was continuously being stimulated to one degree or another and he endured a guilty pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 09:50:46</strong>
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				His father was around them too, time to time, as he was packing things in the still forming house, possibly he was out for shopping while the other two were resting. But Joseph respected their intimacy and was just smiling every time when he looked at his family.<br>"Yes, my little one. But it's OK. I can lift you myself. I thought maybe it would be more comfortable for you here."<br><br>The mother's heart filled with a sudden and warm rush of emotions as their looks met... and Nayna could feel something wet under her shirt. Truth was quickly revealed.<br><em>'Oh.. I've forgotten to use the pads. Damn it...'</em><br>Milk was dropping from her drawing nipple and along her chest...<br>Her face turned red as she was hesitating what to do. It was high time to lactate her son but also she didn't want to force it on him. She could just simply ask for the pads into her bra from her husband. Nayna was looking desperately from one to the other...<br><br>About this aspect they talked so less with Joseph because it was a fresh sequel. Only quite late it turned out that despite of her age, because of the hormon treatment the mother will able to nurse her son again. <em>But how??</em> Always just the two of them, for eight months, no matter where they are?... In the last month she had to stop this form of feeding... but until then??... She knew it would be a blessing if her husband could get used to this again. But when and how to start it?... <br><em>'Now??...'</em><br>Nayna didn't want to wait until the point when the boy turns demanding, neither she wanted to starve him. Besides, she didn't want to torture <em>herself</em>. Feeding from a nursing-bottle was on the offs list and the straining in her breasts was getting more and more intense...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 20:00:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike saw his mom's distress and felt a strange twinge he'd not felt before. Normally when his parents were distressed he'd shrug his shoulders and go back to whatever he was doing. This time, though, he felt uncomfortable, as if her distress bothered him on some level.<br><br>"What's wrong, Mom?" he asked. His voice was gentle and held a hint of concern in it. He saw her looking down and said, "Oh. Uh, I see. Should I help?" The moisture at her nipples tempted him. He liked the milk and also he enjoyed playing with her breasts, so it was no hardship there. Of course the thought of boobplay caused his arousal to spike noticably, too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 20:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her answer was simple. And humble. It talked about how much she was focused on him, how much she put <em>his needs</em> at the first place, before anything else. Even when she was helpless like this, and obviously in some sort of pain-like feeling, she was searching for what was the best for Mike.<br>"Only if you're hungry, honey.. Only if you're hungry."<br>With a soft caress she placed a kiss on his forehead.<br>"I'm okay, son. I'm all right.. You know.. it just happens, when you become a <em>mother</em>."<br>The last word she pronunced with such a joy, such a proud that the boy could think becoming his parent was the only purpose of her life.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 20:54:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Only if he was hungry? He smiled at her and said, "I might always be hungry." He was unsure what to do next, though. Should he lift up her shirt or wait for her to do it? If there was a bra there he had no idea how to undo it. He hoped she would somehow take the lead so he could get access to her breasts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 22:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna took a deep breath and decided to <em>do</em> it, no matter what. She closed her eyes for a few seconds - it always helped.<br>"Joseph, could you just give me a clean kerchief?"<br>He stopped packing and handled her the one she asked for, smiling... but when he saw her preparing for breastfeeding he hesitated, glancing at his wife's appearing breast again and again, surprising even for him, but this time shyly.<br><br>"You're gon... your gonna do the.. khm.. you"<br>She gave him a firm look.<br>"Yes, I'm gonna feed our son. Why? What did you think? It's gonna happen without me??" - she tried to joke to ease their stress.<br>Fortunately he got the message and smiled back at them.<br>"OK... then.. just go ahead with it. Do you want me to leave?.. Or stay?"<br>Nayna slowly shook her head with a concerned expression, seemed unable to choose the right option, while she undid and lowered the left part of her bra, as now her left breast was more easily reachable for Mike, being almost at the level of his mouth. The kerchief she layed under the boy's chin carefully.<br>"I don't know.. I really don't know, Joe.. After all, it's the first time at home... Could you just.. If I.. If <em>you</em> don't mind..."<br><br>The elderly man just smiled and put a kiss on the tops of their heads. He had to strengthen himself more and more to be able to deal with this, but he did it. <em>For them</em>.<br>"All right, I understand. This is a kind of.. mother and child thing, isn't it?" - he winked.<br>His wife squeezed his hand.<br>"I love you. And thanks. It's only for now. Okay?"<br>Joseph kissed her hand before leaving the room.<br>"I love you too. Just take your time, my love. Call me if you need anything."<br>They shared one more warm smile then he was outside, continuing the packing.<br>Mother and son stayed alone. She was looking into his eyes with a soft, supporting smile, offering him her free breast with an awkward but kind movement.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 01:47:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The echange between his mom and his father was interesting. He concluded that they were both on the same page but that his father had a little trouble adjusting. <br><br>Then he leaned down and took her offerred nipple between his moistened lips. He licked the tip of her nipple a little, then started to suck, trying to drink down her milk. "Mmmmmm," he hummed against her nipple's tender flesh as he enjoyed the taste. He grabbed her boob and gave it a squeeze to get more out, firmly mauling her soft, full breast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 09:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The amount of milk obviously increased since the last and first time of feeding, and Nayna knew it was a wise decision to put the kerchief under the boy's chin. This way she could easily help him to stay clean in the case of any 'accident'. It was the beginning, both of them were awkward somewhat, so it was better to prepare for every possibility. And she wanted to do everything so perfectly this time!<br><br>For her - it was a <em>miracle</em>. The sight and sounds of her son receiving <em>actually parts of her</em> into his body strengthened her mother-consciousness more than anything else. At least for now. As soon as she sensed him being attached to her nipple a wonderful warmth filled her whole body and she could hardly keep her moans inside. While Mike was eating, with her right hand she was caressing his hair gently and slowly, her left was resting close to the fragrant kerchief.<br><br>She was tearing in her joy and emotion, she felt like they were somewhere else, out of time and space or in a dream... But when her child squeezed her breast she immediately felt that this will be too much, too much for him to keep in his mouth that was almost constantly full between the gulps. She held the kerchief in her hand, ready to help him and to ease his embarrassment.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 17:44:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, he wasn't embarassed. He was hungry! He greedily sucked down her milk, swallowing as quick as he could. He really liked the stuff...and he liked sucking on her breasts. His teenage hormones were impossible to resist. He was becoming aroused. <br><br>He sucked heartily, feeling a strange connection to this woman whom he was, well, connected to. He wasn't sure what to make of it. It frightened him, yet he didn't want to lose it either.<br><br>As this was happening he started to move his hips again. This felt so good and added to the feelings he got from nursing. His dick slid a little within her sheathe and womb, making him grunt against her breast. He became a little sloppy as he split his attention and milk started to dribble down his chin into the kerchief.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:30:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna already knew what's happening and tried not to loose her calmness. Softly but she pulled the nipple out of his mouth and making him relax with her palm on his forehead, carefully and gently she was mopping his skin around his lips and on his chin with the kerchief.<br>"Mike.. honey.. We can't do these at the same time.. I really would like to help you, every way that I can.. I've already proved this to you.. But we can't mix feeding and easing your desires. Which are natural according to this.. situation, but.. please, let me lead you, all right?" - she was whispering. "After that.. you can eat the way that is best for you. Peacefully."<br>Her eyes were begging for his understanding as she caressed the hair on his temple.<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 08:09:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't like being thwarted. He was not pleased to have to stop nursing. He looked up at his mom with that defiant glare he so often had. "What do you mean?" he asked in a slightly harsher tone of voice. He was half tempted to ignore her and start sucking and humping again, but...but she'd been so nice. He didn't want to anger her too much, which was a change from when he didn't worry about angering her before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 09:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She placed her soft and cool palm on his face, looking into his eyes somewhat more seriously than before.<br>"Mike.. One day we'll have to be separated again. That you know too...&nbsp; It's normal that you identify me as a.. source of food.. warmness.. safety.. But.. if these things are stay connected to.. the <em>other side</em>.. it can undermine your whole future love life.. Do you understand what I'm saying??..."<br><br>She was speaking quietly, slowly, full of concern and love. She didn't stop looking into his eyes, even not for a second. What she just told was more than important, it could be obvious. And also, that she didn't say it simply because doctor Serpentine warned her. She told it from her <em>heart</em>. Nayna wanted the best for their son.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 17:06:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Later was a long time away for the teen. He wanted milk and sex right now! Now, dammit! His mother's tone was having an unusual effect on him, calming him, but that didn't mean he really understood future plannig and consequences yet. He had some stunted development in that area.<br><br>"It feels so good. I want more," he said in a voice that somehow managed to be both demanding and pleading at the same time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna felt helpless, not knowing what to say... But then decided to harden her soul, <em>for his sake</em>. It tortured her, it made her heart sank.<br><em>'But one day you will understand me...'</em><br>"Which one first?"<br>She simply asked this. Her look was still warm, but she was definitely <em>above</em> him.<br>"And I ask you this question because I love you, Mike. And I want you to be a happy adult one day."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:32:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her stern response annoyed him. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it! The tenderness that they'd shared after the initial joining was not gone but habits built up over more than a decade are hard to break and behavior patterns even harder. Defiance built and launched from him.<br><br>"I want both!" he demanded and moved his hands to her other breast. He forced his head to it, trying to suck the sweet fluid from it. As he did so he arched his hips, forcing his cock to move within her. He grunted from the effort. His attention was divided, though, giving Nayna the edge if she tried to stop one or the other from happening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				But she just held his hands, kindly but firm enough to stop them and looked right into his eyes again, strongly. More than convincing. She was like planting her own thoughts into his very soul...<br>"Mike.. I love you.. I LOVE you.. You must trust me. And our efforts.. <em>Please</em>.."<br><br>And when she finished the last sentence she started to move her hips, slowly, gently, caressing his hands with her fingers, still keeping them from touching her breasts again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was strong enough to force his hands, but was afraid to break the growing bond. He somehow knew she meant what she said. It was a long overdue admittance and the effect was subtle, yet powerful.<br><br>He struggled to get to her breasts for a few moments but the pleasure her tight sheath was inflicting on his huge shaft as distracting. He gave up and surrendered to the other primal need. Raw, hard sex!<br><br>He tried to set a faster pace, pushing harder and faster, stroking her inner walls with gusto and vigour! He grunted from the effort and thrust unrelentingly!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 18:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow she couldn't stop what he was doing. Tears were running from her eyes, but she <em>let</em> him to do so. She felt they had already asked too much from this boy, why to deny even this elementary need from him?...<br>As his efforts were getting more and more intense she grabbed the edge of the sofa with one hand, holding his back with the other and Nayna couldn't help but started to moan. <br>She wanted to be <em>after</em> this, so much...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:02:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was happy when she surrendered to his need. He started to stroke harder, faster, completely lacking subtlety. With his inexperience he only knew to punp his hips until the end. He massaged in her womb with the fat head of his cock while the immense girth of his shaft slid along the inside of her satiny walls. "Uhhhh. Mom...feels so good!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna pressed her lips and shut her eyes. Her excitement and joy was increasing rapidly too. But she wanted her son to be gone first, no matter how hard her vagina was squeezing and her body twitching in pleasure. <br>She was unable to reply, instead of this she just placed her palm on his nape and fought back groaning...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His cock had been enhanced to such an incredible thickness that every stroke drew her clit against the slickened skin of his shaft. He used as much as the crown trapped within her womb would allow him to, testing her limits as he strained her enhanced cervix. He grunted, then looked at Nayna's face while he fucked her...for the first time. "Mom...you're beautiful," he said in a soft, growly voice as he continued to pump harder and faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sssss! Don't speak, my son..." - and she just caressed his hair, while another wave of pleasure assaulted her body and she let out a little scream, grabbing the edge of the furniture stronger. Her back and neck arched and she leaned herself back, her chin lifted so her face disappeared. Suddenly, surprisingly even for herself strong tremor started in her thights...<br>"Aaaaaah!..."<br>She was at the very edge of climax, but she had to keep on! <em>Had to</em>! For Mike... <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:33:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden near climactic response from Nayna as he fucked her was primal and triggered a strong reaction. He leaned forward, crushing her clit against his colossal cock as he stroked his shaft hard into her. "Uhhh! F-fuck! Hot!" He ground his pelvis against hers, as if trying to shove deeper into her than was possible. "You...gonna cum?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:45:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then it stopped. <br>Somehow the whole aura, all the motivation was gone and she just broke down, starting to tear and cry.<br>"I.. I can't!.. I'm not.. an <em>automat</em> for you to fullfill your desires, Mike! I'm your <em>mother</em>! And your words.. the way you talk.. it just <em>hurt</em> me.. It hurts!"<br>Milk was dropping from her nipple, mixing with her tears as she tried to mop it with her fingers and with the kerchief. Nayna shook her head, broken and lost.<br>"Damn it!..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:50:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden change was difficult for him. On the one hand he was getting close to his climax and he wanted it. n the other his mom was crying. Not so long ago he wouldn't have cared, but right now it was disturbing.<br><br>"Mom? Why are you crying? I don't understand. I thought it felt good."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 21:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I cry because..." - she was determined to tell about it, but her aching heart stopped her for a while.<br>"Because you treat my like some sort of... partner of yours, or girlfriend, somebody who's here only to.. help you out...... I'm not here for this, Mike. And I'm terribly sorry if my presence keep you in constant turn on... I'm willing to help you when you need it.. I'm willing to make this less stressful for you.. But please.. stop talking to me like this. All right?!"<br><br>Though she was speaking quietly, there was some anger in her voice. But it wasn't for Mike. It was for the situation. This whole frustrating, mindless, grotesque situation.<br>"You don't know how much I love you..." - she added softly, placing her palm on his face without a move. <br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 03:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This explanation confused him. The sex felt so good he simply assumed it felt the same for her. He didn't understand why it wasn't "just sex." He was young and not quite able to understand what was truly happening.<br><br>"I don't get it. I thought it felt good and that that was enough. I don't know how this is going to work without it," he said just as her palm pressed to his face. That changed his demeanor entirely. He felt <em>rejected!</em> Whatever her intent that is what he took from it. Was this all a cruel teasing game to her? Build up a dream of family then reject him? His response was to be there, stunned into silence, but glaring at her with hurt and anger. He didn't even hear her mutter that she loved him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 11:56:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her palm on his face, now caressing it with some fingers.<br>"Mike! You don't have to be <em>without it</em> at all! Just.. please, let me lead you. Let me show you a more.. human way of it, all right?.. There's too much aggression in you, which.. I know it's mainly our mistake, I know it right and I'm so sorry!... But it's time to change.. For all of us!..." - she whispered.<br><br>Now her face seemed the most beautiful ever and somehow much <em>younger</em> than she was actually. She was like a fairy now, a sad and gentle fairy...<br>"Trust me, please!..."<br>Another teardrops run through her skin...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He's dealt with broken parental promises before and is wary of her demand. "What do you mean by lead? Do you mean tell me what to do?" He has no idea of what guidance really is. Rebellion is second nature to him now. He grabs Nayna's wrist and removes her hand from his face. "And don't grab my face again. I don't like that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 09:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna tried to prevent herself turning into desperate but it was a hard thing to do. Yet she managed to keep herself at least a bit calmed, calmed enough to know what to do.<br>Instead of another words she had a different idea, one that was beyond words, beyond rationality and argument. She felt like it was the last straw to hold, as the success of the oncoming nine months depended on how she behaved, how she tried to solve this conflict.<br><br>She didn't stop him grabbing her wrist. Nayna just nodded, smiling softly and sadly at him... and started to sing an old song. A lullaby she used to sang to him when he was a little child... <br>And at this point suddenly Joseph walked in.<br>He wasn't angry at all. His face was wet. <br>- He'd been <em>crying</em>.<br>Simply he just sat at the edge of the sofa, on the side of <em>Michael</em>, waiting until the tune ended...<br>Only then he formed the words that had been on his mind for so long!...<br>"You're right, my son. We haven't showed you what leading is.. We've only taught you what orders are. Am I right?... Both your mother and I know that we made mistakes.. Possibly larger mistakes than other parents do.. So you're right."<br>"I'm so sorry, baby..." - Nayna whispered to the boy, tearing again.<br>"And me too, Michael..." - his father nodded more times, lowering his head.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 03:45:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was not stupid, but he was young and lacked wisdom. The lullabye confused him at first and confusion tended to make him aggressive. It did remind him of something. A flash of memory flickered through his brain, back to his days in a crib. He lay there against his mother, wrapped warmly in a blanket, dinking from a bottle as he hummed the tune. The memory scared him! This was something he'd blacked out, buried under years of trauma.<br><br>When his dad came in the man's tears also confused him. Men don't cry! It's unnatural. This was something his father taught him. Yet there he was, crying. This he really did not like. His respect for the man dropped a notch.<br><br>When he regurgitated what Mike said to his mom he recognized it. Patronizing. Still, he did like being told that he was right. That felt really good! He decided he wanted to be right more.<br><br>"Well, then what are you gonna do about it?" he asked. He'd learned that words are cheap and easy to spend. Those who do what they said are few. His parents had not earned that kind of respect yet. He failed to realize the mental trap he was in. He demanded others change but did not realize that he needed to work at it too. This was not something he had been taught.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 10:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph sighed and put his hand on the boy's shoulder, squeezing it kindly but firmly.<br>"We're gonna learn, my son.. Learn each and every day how to be better parents, while we.. try to show you every way that's possible! how much we love you... We haven't got a better idea."<br><br>He lowered his head a bit and Nayna suspected what he's going to talk about. As an encouragement she held her husband's hand in hers.<br>"I know.. that being so connected to your mother, you're struggling as a man can srtruggle being so close to a woman like this... And I know that your mother's task is to ease your feelings... I accepted all these. You know why?"<br><br>He again looked into his eyes directly.<br>"Because I love you.. And you know why Mom insists that you learn how to rely on her? Because she loves you. Think it through my son. It's not easy for any of us. I can't have a sexual life with my <em>wife</em>.. You must have something like this with your <em>mother</em>.. and she has to bear all your troubles and frustration besides her own stress. Now that's something, I think." - Joseph gave his child a serious look.<br>Still he wasn't angry at all. His father seemed to understand the situation more than perfectly.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 22:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had a hard time listening. He was feeling the distraction of his mother's presence. Still, he understood that to act on it now would invite bad consequences, so he tried to listen, if only to keep from getting in trouble.<br><br>He also didn't understand the sacrifice his parents were making. It was outside his experience. He did recognize his own sacrifice, though. No friends for 9 months! No alone time for 9 months. Then something clicked...<br><br>He certainly liked sex with his mother. His father had sacrificed that aspect of his life for 9 months. Why would his father do that? He certainly wouldn't. He didn't believe it was love for him that caused it though. His father had done nothing yet to show any, so he was skeptical.<br><br>"Well, I guess we'll see. I gotta say you guys are having trouble being clear about new rules and stuff, though. I feel like I'm getting in trouble but I don't know what I did wrong."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 22:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now his father became somewhat more firm when he leaned forward and held his child's face between his warm palms. Yet the same caring, loving tone <em>was there</em> in his voice.<br>"You did nothing wrong... But you must learn how to be better, Mike. Just like us... Understood?"<br>And finally he placed a kiss on the boy's forehead, caressing his temple once again before leaving.<br>"Finish eating.. or let Mom help you out.. for me both is all right. Just.. don't hurt your mother. <em>Please.</em>" - and he walked out with wet eyes.<br><br>Nayna sighed and lowering her head tears were dropping onto her breasts...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 02:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His father holding his face was not a welcome gesture. The affection was though. It was a strange dichotomy, that one. He did not like being restrained. He did like attention. The whole situation was a mix of the two that he'd have to learn to reconcile.<br><br>He endured his father's grip, then nodded in response to his demand. Once his dad left he looked at his mom and sighed. "Okay, Mom, we'll try it your way. What are we doing now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 09:15:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna's face shone up:<br>It was <em>unbelievable</em>! A sentence like this from the mouth of <em>their</em> son!...<br>Gently she caressed his face again, before doing anything else. No words were needed here anymore. And after she arranged the kerchief, now under her own breasts, soon she started to move her hips, first slowly, and paralelly her hand was massaging Mike inside of her body gently. Her other hand was resting on his back, holding him close and still. <br><br>"My baby... My little baby..." - she whispered to him, leaning her head forward, closing her eyes, the feeling of the child in her body was so overwhelming again!<br>She moaned and made her moves somewhat more intense...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 01:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she started to grind against him he smiled impishly, letting the lust return without resistance. His own hips moved as well, thrusting his hugely lengthened cock within her repeatedly. He swivelled his hips, stirring the inside of her womb, perhaps giving those "kicking child" feelings? He grunted and started to push harder, wanting more.<br><br>"I hope you like...doing this...mom!" The sex is addictive and he feels like he could never get enough. He wants to roll forward and svagely thrust into her but fears a backlash leading to less sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 08:59:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And this was something she couldn't fight anymore.<br><em>'I can feel him! I can feel MY BABY!...'</em><br>Maybe it was something even more beautiful than an orgasm, not simply making her joyful but giving her the feeling of <em>fullness</em>! She didn't think about whether Mike knew what he was doing to her or not, all she thought about was that she could spend the rest of her life in this state!<br><br>Her arms and hands were eagerly holding and caressing the boy, every place where she reached him, while slowly she was loosing every word, except a few, moaning and clogging.<br>"My.. baby!.. Oh, my little.. baby!..."<br>Her eyes were halfly closed, her neck arched back, she was getting more and more into a trance-like state of mind and without noticing she stopped moving her his, letting her body relay completely on the other one...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:08:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't want her to stop moving. He wanted her to actively participate. As such he redoubled his efforts and started pumping hard, as deep as her clasping cervix would allow him to draw his cock back! His hugely engorged shaft slid along her clit with every motion and he started to grunt from the effort. "Feels...so good! Want more!" He wrapped his own arms around her, clasping her against him and using her body for more leverage. "Move...against me, mom!"<br><br>The sensations were incredible. They were extra intense and he wanted it to continue. If he could keep this feeling he would stay joned with her forever!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 21:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At this high level of sensation Nayna hardly heard what the boy just said. She was drifting... drifting away, her palm on her belly, her eyes closed, a mystical smile on her lips, as she was slowly fading out of this world, moaning, sometimes groaning, not controlling her senses or moves anymore. <br>All she felt was a sort of <em>complete union</em>. But a different kind, maybe even higher than any formal experience of her in the field of sex. No, it wasn't sex. From the outside of course it was. <br><br>Though what she felt inside of her body she could only describe with elevated, spiritual expressions. But she didn't even try to get the feeling by words. <br>- <em>It was above all words.</em><br>It was the total opposite of giving birth to a child.<br>It was the state of being consciously ONE with the Child.<br>Like the whole therapy was created to get an experience like this...<br>Without noticing her climax already started, while milk was dropping from her breasts more and more intensely.<br>Nayna was now like a picture of the Great Mother-Goddess.<br>Or maybe: she <em>was</em>...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:00:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The ecstatic look in his mother's ace was electrifying. <em>HE</em> made her feel like this! <em>HE</em> had theis kind of power over her! Add the incredible pleasure he was deriving from, what was to him, merely sublime sex (he was not having a transcendant experience) and he was having the greatest moment of his life!<br><br>He could feel his climax approaching and tried to hold it back, to keep the pleasure building. He knew he couldn';t hold it for long though. "Mom," he whispered in her ear, "I'm close...gonna cum!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 23:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Generously or maybe because the trance-like state she was in, Nayna let him go first, embracing him weakly in her pleasure, and soon she followed herself. But this time it was a soft and more complicated orgasm. Was it orgasm at all?...<br>It was joy, definitely, radiating through the physical level as well, but things were happening higher, mainly. It was like the <em>orgasm of the soul</em>.<br>She never felt something like this before.<br><br><em>'What if my ability to have an orgasm simply changed??...'</em> - later she asked herself as they were laying there, relaxing.<br>Thoughts that could lead her much further, generating new and new questions like a neverending chain... but first she had to focus on her child's other need. Since the connection was born, he couldn't have a normal and complete feeding yet...<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 01:13:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned as his seed rocketed into her womb, splashing against the back wall of it. It was several long, ropey squirts that blasted forth as he held himself as deeply inside her as he could. When his climax finished he relaxed against her, trying to rcapture his breath.<br><br>"Oh god, that's so good. I wanna do it all the time." He crushed his chest against her breasts for a moment, then leaned up again. "Um, did...did you like it too?" He was surprised that he cared about whether or not she enjoyed their sex. He tried to keep his eyes on hers but her breasts caught his attention and he licked his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 08:45:52</strong>
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				Nayna slowly returned to here-and-now, hearing her son's voice and question. When she opened her eyes, a very excited face welcomed her. Gently she caressed the side of it and smiled softly.<br>"Yes, I enjoyed it myself, son, but.. not the way you think, I mean not sexually. For me the best feeling is to know that you are inside of me as well."<br>She kissed him on the forehead, resting her palm on his temple.<br>"You know, it is my time to really become a mother. And I'm so glad to have another chance."<br><br>And as it was absolutely natural she prepared and offered him a nipple, swelling with milk - only for him. <br>"Here.. <em>Eat</em>, my little one. It is high time for you to have a normal feeding, isn't it?"<br>Gently she was caressing his hair. This was the other part she liked the most: to nurse her son. And she didn't want to rush it all. <br>Nayna wanted to watch him eating, to hear all that sweet noises, to feel his urging touches on her breast, to mop his chin carefully time to time, with love and warmth... - all this was so wonderful! A <em>miracle</em> for her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 04:20:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike was dissapointed by her answe. Not sexually? But it was sex! How could that work? His dissapointment was visible in his reaction as his face turned a little sad. He actually felt like he'd failed!<br><br>"Oh," he replied sulkily.<br><br>When he was offered her breast for nursing purposes he was <em>almost</em> reluctant to accept it. He sighed and moved his lips to her nipple, answering the call of the stomach. He didn't even try to arouse her this time, simply going straight to drinking with clinical efficiency. There was no breast massaging or caressing, no tonguing of her nipple. Just simple suckling and a sad face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:51:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While he was eating she kept on caressing his face gently, speaking in a soft tone. No, she would never give up! Not on <em>him</em>!<br>"You don't have to be sad, Mike.. You know.. life is like this. You can't wait that the other will feel exactly the same you feel, because.. it will never happen, even in love... Everybody lives in an own world.. but you know what? You just make my one perfect. Really, really perfect.. And the experience I had was breathtaking. Only not as a woman, but I think it's normal, after all I am your <em>mother</em>."<br><br>Carefully she mopped his milky chin with the kerchief.<br><em>'He's so beautiful! My little life...'</em><br>"You can't be angry with this fact, honey.. Love <em>will</em> arrive into your life... but not through me. I mean not literally through me." - Nayna chuckled kindly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:59:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't really listening, though his brain did pick up on the words she spoke. When she finished he looked up at her with mournful eyes and paused from drinking. "But...I want you to...to...to climax. Like I do." He wasn't sure why this was so important to him but it was.&nbsp; He still had that sad look on his face, that visage of failure that would sadden any mother to see on her child.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 08:09:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna placed both of her palms on the child's face, not caring about milk dropping from her nipple, running through her belly down into the material of her clothe.<br>"Oh, Mike.. It wasn't your failure! It was NOT a failure at all! This is.. the <em>greatest happiness</em> you can ever give me! A knowledge that you exist and that we are c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d!.. Can you.. can you understand that?? It's not a problem if you not."<br><br>Gently she kissed his forehead again, like so many times before.<br>"Listen. If you would like.. something <em>else</em>.. and if you want to learn more.. we can call a special lady into our house, for you. Somebody who can teach you the other side of experiencing a female body... Would you like us to do so?"<br>Maybe her offer first was surprising, but came from the love of the parents. They were open minded and helpful, it was obvious.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 16:10:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Whoa! Now that offer was...weird! Totally unexpected. And would have to wait for 9 months anyway. He slowly calculates his answer in his mind before speaking it. "Umm...I'll think about that." He was still unhappy with her response to sex with him. It felt like he shouldn't even bother...but he was so horny so often now. Was it always going to be like that? "I'm gonna finish eating now," he said and returned his attention to her breast, suckling once again, drinking until he had his fill.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 16:53:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				But first she lifted his head gently by the chin.<br>"Michael.. I'm not talking about the future. I was talking about our <em>present</em>, son. As we are.. quite limited into this house, she could come and visit us, frequently. That way... you would feel the difference between me and <em>her</em>."<br>From her look he could know: she was speaking absolutely seriously.<br>"We have already been talking about this with your father and he supported doctor Serpentine's idea. Even if it's.. somewhat weird for me. But for those hours.. we would change position. I would sit in the chair so you won't have to feel embarassed... Would you like this?"&nbsp; <br>Nayna sighed. <br>It was another offer of sacrifice. But for him - <em>everything</em>.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:34:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't really understand what the other woman's purpose would be if there was no sex involved. What did she want him to learn?How would it work?<br><br>"I don't understand what she'd be there for. You use a lot of words but you don't use them to be clear. Why don't you just say exactly what is to happen?"<br><br>This "dancing around the subject" had been an issue for a long time. It was like he could never get a straight answer from his parents. His father had recently given a couple of them, but it was far too soon to assume he would keep doing so. His mother had yet to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 07:43:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I TRY to use them the way to be clear, honey. But there are things that I don't understand myself, a lot of things, actually." <br>She used a soft, reassuring tone, to ease stress. It felt so bad after such intimate moments.<br>"It was doctor Serpentine's another idea. And she must be right, after all she's a therapist. She adviced us to call this.. young woman.. though I don't know who she exactly is. But the doctor said this would help you, so... There are things I can not give you. What if that lady can?? Mike, I think we should give it a try."<br>His parents were puppets in the hand of that Serpentine, it was obvious by now.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 15:25:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, who is she and what would she do while we were here?" He was skeptical of someone outside coming in and seeing him so incestuously connected to his mom. "I think I'd rather talk to her on the phone first."<br><br>It entered his mind that if he were to start thrusting there was nothing that his mother could do to stop him. Since they were already connected would that be rape? It was ambiguous enough that he decided not to try. His father was home and there might be consequences he didn't enjoy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 18:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nayna wasn't aware of his thoughts this time so she continued speaking just like before, focusing only on their son, she didn't even care about the fact that her breast was still naked.<br>"Well, as far as I know, we can only meet her personally, through the clinic. But don't worry. All she knew would be that I'm quite ill and that the only way to keep me alive is to connect my body with yours. A reverse version. She doesn't live in this city, so... Nothing embarrassing. She knew so that because of the connection you can not have sex actually and therefore we ask her to... let's say 'entertain' you... You know what I'm talking about Mike, you're old enough for topics like that."<br><br>She caressed his hair and paused for a while.<br>"That way you could feel the difference. Being connected to a female body is not always the same, you know. I'm your mother. And though you're inside of me for some months.. there's much more to experience, much, much more. But not with me, honey. I'll always be by your side.. But not like <em>this</em>."<br>Her heart was racing, honestly hoping he will understand and accept the offer. It scared her of course, the fact she feels all her son's sexual excitement and that would be true for the times of the lady's visits too... But it was worth a try!&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 01:48:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The idea of the other woman still scares him. What would he do? He couldn't fuck her. He was too inexperienced to think of other things yet.<br><br>"Well...maybe...but the sex with you is so good I don't know why we need her or why you can't just enjoy it like I do. It feels so good when I, uhh, climax in you." He blushes as he says this, betraying his inexperience and his discomfort with the whole situaton. If Nayna would just embrace the pleasure he would feel so much better about it, but she kept resisting it!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 08:51:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>'Of course, he's too young to understand it yet... And I've been too far, too unreachable for so many years. We both were..'</em><br>Nayna smiley, sorry filled her heart towards her son.<br><em>'My little one, my little confused baby...'</em><br>Again she started to caress his temple, trying to ease his stress.<br>"You are right, my life. In any other situation with any other woman it would be enough. But I.. <em>me</em>.. I just can't do that. For me... it's a different story, you know. I don't mind if you use my body to help yourself. Besides.. for me it's also a good feeling, one of the bests in the world, feeling you moving inside of my womb again..."<br><br>At this point the experience of that miracle was shown on her face again, as she recalled the fresh memories... <br>"...But please, don't wait a typical sexual attitude from me. Because it will never happen. For that you can get somebody else... And until then I'm here. I'm here for you. And when you feel a need to <em>cum</em>" <br>Yes, his mother did said aloud what he maybe couldn't dare to say.<br>"I'll be there, supporting you... Caressing you within me..."<br>Nayna gently kissed the tip of his nose, smiling softly. <br>"My little Mike..." <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 09:30:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her tone was so different from what he was used to. It had been consistent since the joining, but it was still very new to him to have his mother interested in him and caring for him.<br><br>He was still sad that she would not cum with him but he was pleased that he would be allowed to have as much sex with her as he wanted. Then he had a thought...maybe the girl invited to help would help her allow Nayna own orgasms! He knew it was a long shot, but he needed some kind of hope. <br><br>"Okay Mom. We can try the girl then. Can we do something else, though? I haven't played on the computer in a while and I'd like to. You'll need to, uh...turn on me and face away and perch on my lap though. Are you able to turn with my...uh, my penis in you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 10:28:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe it was an usual request but absolutely understandable. Game was a channel through which he could release stress and find some escape so she was happy to participate. With one suggestion.<br>"All right, honey. Why not?" - she smiled a bit silly. "But I think in a situation like this you should be the one who turns and sits on <em>my</em> lap. What do you think?"<br><br>As feeding and mother-son discussion ended Joseph was in the room again, still packing things out from boxes and bags. He too smiled softly hearing Mike's wish.<br>"Go ahead, son, you deserve it." - he winked at the boy kindly.<br>Surprisingly their new condition created a base for a sweetly ordinary family afternoon, his father planned to read some newspapers and magazines<br>- all was peaceful and he could enjoy both of his parents' care, maybe for the first time in his life.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 02:34:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He considers the physics for a few moments then says, "How could I sit on your lap? My, uh, penis would have to bend under me and that would really hurt if it were possible! And it would probably have to stretch. I think it's safe to say it can't stretch anymore." The image that comes to mind actually makes him cringe! He imagines his dad would understand this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 11:57:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph chuckled softly and gave a smile first to Mike, then to his wife.<br>"The boy's right, Nayna. You know... for us.. for men, I mean it's a bit uncomfortable. Better to change the roles for this time, sweetheart. Let our son take you onto his lap now. I suppose it won't happen frequently after you'll be separated again, so..."<br>And nodding he moved back behind the newspaper, not to get his wife embarrassed by speaking too much.<br><br>Nayna gulped then tried to smile at her child, closing her blouse over her enlarged breasts again.<br>"All right then, my little one. So... first I should turn, I think."<br>She already felt too insecure to be able to make this work but she wanted to give him a chance to entertain himself so much! <br>Sitting up on the sofa she carefully lifted her leg and tried to place it next to the other one, then to turn, supporting herself with her arms. But her body wasn't so flexible like when Mike was actually a baby and so she stucked halfway. She gave her son a helpless look, feeling ashamed. <br>She needed his help. <br>For the fist time it was <em>her</em> who needed <em>his</em> help...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 07:23:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His mother's predicament was amusing to him and he couldn't stifle his chuckle. He reached an arm to her shoulder to help her balance, thenhis other arm went to her opposite hip. "Okay, on three try and turn. I'll help. Ready? One...two...<em>three!"</em> He added to her effort with his own as he spoke the number three.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 08:29:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It happened quickly and when the movement stopped she was already sitting on <em>her son's</em> lap. <br>"Wow..." - that was all she could whisper.<br>Joseph was watching them all the time, just to be ready to help them as soon as they need it but all went well.<br>"Great team work." - he added, smiling, walking to the side of his beloved wife, placing a hand on her shoulder, caressing it slowly. <br>"How do you feel, my love?"<br><br>Nayna smiled at him softly and as a reassurance she patted his hand on her own shoulder.<br>"It's.. well, it's a bit strange but gonna be all right, don't worry, honey."<br>The Father kissed the top of her head and then squeezed his son's shoulder, shining his face on the boy.<br>"The way you helped your mother.. you've been a real man, son. I'm very proud of you... But no chuckling next time, all right?" - the elderly man winked at him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 08:41:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, it was kinda funny though," he answered. what he didn't say was how good it felt when her sheathe gripped his shaft while she spun! His cock throbbed mightily, stirring in her womb!<br><br>"Okay, now we need to stand up and walk to the computer. Uh, we should probably put a couple of cushions or something on the chair tough. You count and we'll stand together, okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 08:50:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What Nayna didn't say was how wonderful it felt to feel him turn inside of her womb! It was an undiscribable pleasure for her!... But for now she kept it as a secret, after all her her husband was in the room too, and they had not spoken about things like this yet. She was sure they will, earliest when Mike's gonna be asleep, but not now...<br><br>Joseph got the message and prepared the chair in front of the computer for them, making it soft and comfortable with some of the cushions, plus placing another fresh kerchief on them, as the nurse in the hospital warned them for 'random leakings of moisture'. They all knew what she was talking about, it was another thing they had to be prepared for. <br><br>The Mother counted to three and then slowly the 'team' started to walk towards the computer. The husband felt embarrassed now. Seeing his beloved ones struggling like this made his heart sank, yet he had to watch it to be able to help when it's needed. So he tried not to lower his head...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 20:40:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He placed his hands on Nayna's hips for a steadying effect for both of them and tried to synchronize his movements with hers as he walked with her to the chair. The action of walking gave a bit of stimulation too. Every movement was starting to feel good and make him want sex! He knew he had to fight it with his father in the room though. No point in pissing the guy off. He could make life much more difficult for him if he did.<br><br>Once her got to the chair he said, "Okay, lemme get ready here." He put his hands behind him on the sides of the seat, then said, "On three. One...two...three!" Then he slowly sat down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 21:10:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself surprisingly safe on his lap, despite of the great age gap. It was soft, it was comfortable and so she let herself lay back a little, relaxing.<br>"Is it all right with you, baby??"<br>Nayna was quite worried about placing too much weight on her teenage son. But keeping herself in a strict sitting position made her being affraid of falling from the chair. Her hands were squeezing the edges of the furniture nervously.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 22:07:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's okay," he replied as he powered up the game he wanted to play. He decided the online multiplayer game he liked would be inapropriate, so he dusted off an oldie but a goodie: Heroes of Might and Magic 5. It was turn based so distractions wouldn't be fatal. Perhaps his mom might like the graphics and animations as well as be able to track the combats and enjoy it. "You know, you might have to learn to play this," he said as he adjusted under her. this was going to be difficult.&nbsp; His arms were around her, sort of, one hand on the mouse, the otheron her thigh, gently settled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 08:54:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can you see the screen? I'm not in the way?..." - Nayna asked being slightly embarrassed, but not because of the fact that she's gonna participate in a PC game for teenagers, but because in this position she really felt <em>differently</em>, let's say so. Sitting like this the little moves and touches in her womb were stimulating other sections and this all was....... <em>sexual</em>. Yes, definitely an erotic feeling.<br><em>'That must remain my secret!..'</em> - she warned herself strictly and tried to focus on the game, her cheeks flushing more and more but thanks to Heaven her son couldn't see it...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 09:30:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike, too, felt the sexual pleasure of every little motion but, thogh he hid it, he revelled in it, too. "I can see. I just look over your shoulders," he said as he started to play. As he played he took a little time to explain as he went along about how the game worked and the epic storyline of it. When battles happenned he moved excitedly under her, getting stimulated bu the game and by his mother. It wasn't entirely game inspired motion either. Sometimes all he needed was an excuse to have those pleasurable stirrings. 'I wonder if Mom's feeling good too,' he thought to himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 09:53:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Then suddenly Nayna made a sound, lowering her head, closing and pressing her eyes. It was a soft little moan, but a moan enough for both men to know what's happening to her right now...<br>Joseph slowly stood up from the armchair and walked out of the room, even dropping the newspaper, the effect was so shocking for him. Once he was outside he leaned his back againts the door and burried his face into his hands...<br><em>'No! No, this can't be!...' </em><br><br>But truth was he knew exactly this is gonna happen as soon as she changes her position. Mike's larger freedom meant taking away a part of the Mother's freedom.<br>Inside the living room the woman's hands were squeezing the edges of the chair on both sides, her whole body straining in a painful pleasure as she tried to fight back the embarrassing sensation. But this effort only led her to a more loud moan.<br>"Aah!..."<br>Joseph kicked the door with his nape and started to tear helplessly...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:39:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael paid no attention to his father's distress. He was occupied by his game, his mom's pleasure and his own pleasure. He continued to play Heroes of M&amp;M 5, advancing in the current quest while allowing natural motion to please the pair.<br><br>"You okay, Mom?" he asked at her most recent moan. He was pretty sure that she was feeling sexual pleasure, but he was not completely. For good measure he flexed his PC muscle, making his humungous tool throb inside her and press firmly against her clit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 19:04:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Then she moaned again, louder, curving her back into an arch somewhat. Her grasps on the chair became stronger and Nayna could only nod to the boy's question.<br><em>'No! This can't be true! This can not happen to me!...'</em><br>Actually all she wished for was <em>Joseph</em>. Just like when she gave birth to their son. But at that time he was nowhere. He was elsewere, even abroad.<br><br>Now this man was struggling at the other side of the door. He knew, he <em>felt</em> that his place was inside, next to her!... Yet he couldn't make this step.<br><em>'Not now, please!... Not already!...' </em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 03:01:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her reactions were strange, yet he felt that they were not bad. He flexed again, a few times in succession, wriggling his humungous meat inside her body and sighing softly from the mild pleasure it caused. Even through this he kept playing the game, managing to run through the battles and turns while flexing his cock every several seconds.<br><br>"Mom, why are you so tense?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...  - 2. In and out</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shia</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 10:04:12</strong>
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				Nayna lowered her head, hiding her scared and ashamed look away from her son, balancing at the edge of crying. <br>It was so hard to find the words now and the wave of orgasm didn't let her, not even for a second.<br>"Because.. it's not proper.. because it's..." <br>She pressed her lips in her strong attempt to fight this all back.<br>But at this point it happened that Joseph entered the room again and rushed next to her, kneeling in front of her on the floor, taking her hand in his, lifting her head gently by the chin.<br><br>"My love..." - he whispered. "You don't have to hide! Nore to feel ashamed.. You do all this for our son! Therefore for me too... And if this means that you have orgasm just like Mike has... then I'll be with you. Look into <em>my</em> eyes! Imagine <em>me</em>... I don't want you, I don't LET you to torture yourself by masking, by trying to press these things back. Then.. I'm rather here.. Right beside you!, and hold your hand while it's happening. We both now I should have done so when you were labouring... But I was completely elsewhere... I'm so sorry, Nayna. Can you forgive me?"<br>As their wet eyes met each other another miracle was taking its form. Not only the Mother and her Son started to find each other but the two parents as well.<br><br>"Are you.. are you.. talking.. seriously?? Do you.. really want to.. stay, Joseph??" - she asked being fully amazed, squeezing his hand, heaving.<br>"I'm more than sure."<br>She nodded then her hand grabbed his more intensely as her body strained again in that painful pleasure. The man took her other one into his other hand too, this way supporting her more firmly.<br>He also looked into Mike's eyes.<br>"No worries son. Just... help your mother ease this, all right?" - his father said quietly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Form a Bond...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Last of the Great Mikeys</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:24:22</strong>
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				Mike was very uncomfortable with eye contact with his father. It made him nervous. Unfortunately for him he was trapped under his mom. With just Nayna there he was fine and he enjoyed the joining. His dad's presence was like a 3rd wheel.<br><br>"Okay," he replied. He paused the game and swallowed, building up his nerve so he could, bluntly, fuck his mother in front of his father. "Mom, it's too hard this way. Could you, uh, kneel down on the floor?"
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