Bedding Your Mother [ Daylily & Hemingway ]
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				Title: <strong>Bedding Your Mother [ Daylily &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 18:17:10</strong>
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				The sun was setting, and he was running late. Victor watched the setting sun with dismay. It was already past the hour when he was supposed to have arrived, returning home from college for the summer. Either his mother would worry sick, or assume he had stopped someplace else for the night. In retrospect, it might have been a better idea.<br><br>Victor was determined to get home, however, and angry enough at what he saw as an utter lack of punctuality in the people of the countryside. A few years in the city had changed his point of view, after all. What could he do, though, but sit in the carriage and wait, watch as the sun disappeared and the moon came out, and hope someone would respond when he finally arrived, and knocked on the door? The young man sighed, the tension unwilling to leave his shoulders. Not until he set foot on familiar ground. It couldn't come soon enough.<br><br>Home, at last. It was difficult to make out in the darkness but, squinting, he could make out the silhouette. A surge of relief went through him, and the arduous journey was all but forgotten. When he could finally get out and stretch his legs, it was all he could do not to leave his belongings there, and knock to see if anyone would be there to greet him.<br><br>A few long, patient moments later, he finally stood in front of the door, his things scattered by his feet, hesitating just a few moments, before knocking. He knocked several times, as firmly as he could, with a brief pause in between each knock. The house was large, and he knew that even if someone had heard, it would take them a short while to get to the door. Still, a bit of the previous impatience returned, as he waited. Waited, and waited, weary from travel, cold and hungry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bedding Your Mother [ Daylily &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 18:35:24</strong>
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				The hasty knocking at the great door startled Isabelle out of a sound sleep, curled on the chaise in the smoking room, fire still crackling warmth, a little novel slipped to the floor from her hands.&nbsp; Waking enough for the knocking to register, she snatched the little tome off the floor and stuffed it between cushion and chaise arm.&nbsp; Bringing the robe of her silken gown up and over her shoulders, she cinched the tie tight enough to hold the flimsy material closed over the sheer, creamy negligee beneath.&nbsp; <br><br>Bare feet padding on heavy woolen carpets brought her to the door, an absent hand drawing her curly strawberry tresses forward over her shoulder before she reached for the door.&nbsp; Managing the door wide enough to see the familiar line of face in the moonlight, she sighed in relief, opening the door to let her pass, a motherly embrace unfettered to envelop her son.<br><br>"Thank goodness you're home, Victor..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 18:55:22</strong>
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				"Mother-" Victor was cut off by Isabelle throwing her arms around him. A moment later, his arms were around her as well, pulling her gently closer. At that particular moment, tired and returning home, her embrace was more than welcome, immediately easing his tense shoulders, filling him with a feeling that he had never left in the first place.<br><br>"Mother," he said again, keeping his voice down. "It is so good to see you. It truly is, but would you mind awfully if we stepped inside?" he said, pulling back to offer a little smile. "It has been such a long trip, cold, lonely – where even to begin?"<br><br>She looked different, somehow. As he leaned down to pick up his belongings, he got his first proper look at her, in the faint light of the moon. It had been a few years, and even the slightest change was easily noticeable. Perhaps it was only the light playing tricks, but somehow, the lines in her face seemed more noticeable to him, her appearance as a whole a more weary one. Lonely, perhaps. Still, she was a beautiful woman, rivaling all he had seen in the city.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:14:10</strong>
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				Once sparkling, clear blue eyes looked at him with a mother's pride and love, a gentle hand coming up to cup his cheek tenderly.&nbsp; A choked laugh, full of tears sounded from her throat, before she spoke.&nbsp; "Of course, come inside, dearheart... No sense in you catching a chill for a mother too transported to see her son..."<br><br>Leaning down, she captured the handle of one of his valises, intent on helping him.&nbsp; The moonlight shimmered off the silk charmeuse, revealing the contours of the womanly figure beneath.&nbsp; His leaving had taken a toll on her, as had the departure of his father to the Indies.&nbsp; It was a thought she had better put aside, even as she opened the door for him to come through.<br><br>Victor was a man grown, no longer the scrawny youth sent to London two years previous, handsome as any in society, disarming in his gaze.&nbsp; Catching her thoughts, her cheeks colored slightly as she set the valise down in the hall.<br><br>"Here, now....let me look at you..."&nbsp; she held out her hands to him, smiling her best to try and wipe away the deep loneliness seated in her eyes and her heart.
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:25:43</strong>
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				Victor didn't need to see, or be told, he could tell she was crying, even as she laughed. A tug in his heart made him want to hold her again, wipe her tears away. To give her a kiss, as she had so often when he'd been just a little boy, crying for his mother.<br><br>He was barely inside when he set his things down again. A brief look around was all he needed to see that nothing had changed since he left. It was precisely as he remembered it, only then he had looked at it through the eyes of a young boy, and now those of a man. In that regard, much had changed. When, at her urging, he turned to his mother, he saw her, too, through the eyes of a man. Frail in her loveliness, cheeks moist with tears.<br><br>Victor waved her hands away, going to her cheeks instead, to wipe them dry. "Dry your eyes, mother. I am here now, and I will be for a long time. I imagined you would be the one taking care of me," he said, managing a faint smirk, "but from the looks of it, it will be the other way around. Why not go back to sleep, mother? I can take care of myself."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:36:56</strong>
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				"Hush, now.&nbsp; I promised myself I'd stay awake to greet you, and I'll just as well stay awake to hear how you've been.&nbsp; How I've missed you."&nbsp; Hasty hands wiped at stubborn tears escaping past his own warm fingers on her cheek, toes already pushing her up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.<br><br>"Come sit with me in the drawing room...tell me everything..."&nbsp; Asking of his time away, catching up, seemed to cheer her a little, but the light was still dull in her eyes, like a captured firefly held too long without flight.&nbsp; Still, a radiant smile lit her lips for him, as to say everything was right with her and he need not worry.<br><br>"Of course I will take care of you, Victor...I love you..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 19:50:07</strong>
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				"I love you too, mother, but-" Victor protested, but aside from realizing she had made up her mind, he also knew he wanted her to stay up, and talk. A mother's love was something unique entirely, something only one person could ever provide. A feeling that, no matter how old he was, he was still someone's son. It brought a faint smile to his lips, as he followed her to the room.<br><br>"What is it you want to know, mother?" he asked, idly lighting some candles around the room, for a dim, comfortable glow. "If you want to know how I have been these past two years, then we should set aside a few days for the telling," he said, offering a brief smile. "Mother. You must tell me how you have been, as well. You look so weary – have you been working hard?"<br><br>Of course she hadn't, he knew that. Still, it seemed like he must ask. It felt right.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:00:56</strong>
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				Settling herself on the chaise once more, she watched him with proud, weary eyes.&nbsp; "Managing Thetford?&nbsp; Oh heavens, no..."&nbsp; She smiled apologetically,&nbsp; "I suppose the days go by slower in a big empty place such as this, but someone has to while Roger is in the East."<br><br><em>Roger...</em>&nbsp; It pained her now to think of him, the man having grown cold to her once she had borne their last child, a girl who had died of an illness just before Victor had gone off to school.&nbsp; She'd been so small and sickly, and Lord Thetford had turned his thoughts to prettier, younger girls, rather than bed a wife too mad with grief at losing her children at once.<br><br>Only Victor's form before her now had begun to heal that wounded heart...though it would take time.&nbsp; Leaning toward him in pent up anticipation of any nearness, the robe slipped under the cascade of silken locks to bare an alabaster shoulder obscured slightly.&nbsp; "I'm starved for news of the city, I've not been away in too long....to hear a voice other than my own is a blessing alone...."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:13:37</strong>
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				Victor managed a pained smile as she spoke, regret welling up in the pit of his stomach. Isabelle had been alone, emotionally most of all, for the better part of two years. For a moment, Victor wondered at her mentalt state, whether she was entirely well. Such isolation was bound to leave its mark on a person. Perhaps all the mark it had left, was what he had seen already. Feeling a touch of guilt at thinking that way of her, he shrugged his worries off.<br><br>"I thought the city was a wonderful place when I first arrived there, mother. Coming back here, I realize it could never compare. It's too big and busy, so full of people, growing every day. My studies are going well enough, you know that from my letters, but in spite of all the people, it's lonely there as well. You should be happy here, mother, happy that you don't have to worry about crime, poverty, anything of the sort." he said, hoping to cheer her up by pointing out the bright sides to life in relative isolation.<br><br>Of her shoulder, he took no notice. Not, at least, consciously.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 21:13:44</strong>
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				A small smile crossed her lips, her eyes for a moment reminiscent of some long dead memory, a glimmer of youth there before it faded away into the carefully cultured maturity of a woman.&nbsp; All young men told their mothers their studies went well, but Isabelle believed him nonetheless.&nbsp; She had been long behind the walls of Thetford, a virtual nun as she kept watch for her son and held vigil over her daughter's grave.<br><br>"The city can be overwhelming, but I remember it being beautiful as a girl."&nbsp; She laughed sadly,&nbsp; "Maybe it was just a girl's fancy, being so far from home..."&nbsp; And better times.<br><br>"Enough of my melancholy...it is enough you are home and safe."&nbsp; Enough to have a heart unfrozen by grief and greed in the home to warm it.
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 22:13:05</strong>
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				The melancholy in Isabelle's voice was almost palpable, making Victor smile sadly as she spoke of her bygone youth. While she spoke, he fancied she looked even more tired than before, the little spark of life only returning when she finished. "Mother," he said, in a tone that was both gentle, and serious, "you have been alone for too long. I wish I didn't have to return to the city, but once I finish, I promise I will return here," he said, and at least then, right there, however naive or silly it was, he meant it.<br><br>"Is there anything else you would like to know?" he asked, once more to divert her thoughts, to bring them closer to home. "Or perhaps you would like to tell me more of how you are. I worry, mother."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 22:45:56</strong>
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				A wistful smile tugged at her pink lips, a subconscious hand tugging at the errant sleeve, bringing the silk back up to conceal her shoulder.&nbsp; It had set her to shivering a little and she hadn't noticed its slip.&nbsp; Smoothing the fabric into place, she shook her head.&nbsp; "Dearest Victor, you worry too much for your mother.&nbsp; The estate is managed, I go outside in the gardens for my health, even to chapel when the weather is fine..."<br><br>It wasn't exactly a lie...she sat in the conservatory with the high vents open, and went weekly to the churchyard to visit baby Amelia's grave.&nbsp; Her eyes slipped closed and she forced herself to breathe evenly, the thought of the loss of the child still acute.<br><br>Suppressing a sigh, she forced her eyes open again and smiled at him.&nbsp; She was worrying him, and that would not do.&nbsp; "Come sit by me...Nothing would make me happier, now."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 23:05:10</strong>
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				Victor noticed her tugging at the silk, only then realizing she had been exposing her shoulder. For a moment, his eyes settled on the spot that had just been naked, a strange tingle going through him, like a faint unease. Just as quickly, he snapped out of it. <br><br>Only when she asked him to come closer, could he bring himself to speak again. "Of course, mother," he said, wasting not a moment before getting up, to sit beside her. No sooner had he done so, than his mind wandered to her exposed shoulder. Suddenly uncertain, he kept his arms to himself, rather than put them around her, or take her hand, hoping she wouldn't notice, or mention it.<br><br>"It's late, mother," he said, to divert attention from the awkwardness he felt. "Perhaps you should consider going to bed. I will be here in the morning, and we can talk more. You can bear to be alone at night, can you not?" he asked, smiling a bit, almost playfully.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 01:16:59</strong>
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				A quick glance to the ornate gilt clock on the mantelpiece and her face fell.&nbsp; It was well into the evening, when all others would be asleep, and here she was keeping her exhausted son from his rest.&nbsp; The truth was, she rarely slept any more, so she did not notice.&nbsp; An embarrassed blush crept to her cheeks as she forced herself to rise.<br><br>"Horrid of me....I shan't keep you from your rest."&nbsp; Reaching out, her hand cupped his cheek, and she leaned down to kiss his forehead as she had many times when he was a younger lad.&nbsp; It was so natural a motion for her, the thought of what he might be able to see beneath the dressing robe never occurred to her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 21:28:01</strong>
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				"Mother, dear," Victor said, rising with her. His hands went to her arms, to support her. "You need to rest as well, you look so tired," he said, unable to mask the concern in his voice. Though he smiled faintly when she kissed him o the forehead, he was unwilling to let her coddle him, and ignore her own needs. Sighing, he shook his head slightly.<br><br>"Mother – you will go to bed as well, if I have to carry you over my shoulder," he said, joking, though he meant what he said. Victor lowered his head for a moment, incidentally catching a glimpse of her negligee. A faint blush crept across his cheeks, but he forced himself to look up again. "What will it be?" he said, still keeping his hands on her arms. "I know you have been lonely, mother – I have missed you as well – and we can continue this conversation for a little while, but not until you go to bed. Never mind my belongings, we will take care of that in the morning."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:24:00</strong>
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				"I...."&nbsp; Isabelle protested slightly, trying to gather thoughts too scattered from fatigue to quite string together the thought she had intended.&nbsp; "Sleep evades me many nights..."<br><br>A soft sigh slipped from her lips, full of weariness, her shoulders sagging a bit before she recovered.&nbsp; The nightmares that haunted her sleep kept her awake and had for the better part of the two years Victor had been away.&nbsp; "In the morning then, dear.&nbsp; I'll be up in a little while...Reading helps me when I am unable to sleep."<br><br>She only hoped he would believe her only defense against the nightmares...insomnia.
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:39:51</strong>
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				"Mother," Victor said, a bit more sternly, his voice equal parts authority and concern. "You need your sleep. Your beauty sleep?" he suggested, with a faint smile. Though not to suggest she was not beautiful. Her age was noticeable, but Victor thought it had been very kind to her, giving her the appearance of maturity and elegance, nothing else. Not like the women he saw in London's poorer parts, each year showing clearly in the deep lines of their faces.<br><br>"You clearly did not understand me the first time. Come now, I will take you to your bed," he said, stepping out beside her, one hand on her back, the other on her arm. "Perhaps you have been a mother for so long, that you have forgotten your own needs entirely. I will have no complaint from you, Isabelle – move," he said, his voice playful in its authority. His hand, gently nudging her forward, to move, made it clear he was serious.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 09:19:28</strong>
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				Her needs?&nbsp; A mother was selfless for the sake of her child.&nbsp; Needs were things forgotten in childhood or sacrificed in the face of someone else's.&nbsp; Automatically, her feet moved in the proper direction, prodded by the tone of his voice and the gentle steering.<br><br>The hand on her back seemed impossibly warm through the thin fabric swathing her frame, as if she were simply bare.&nbsp; It was a disconcertingly familiar feeling, one she had not felt for a long time.&nbsp; Her mouth went dry as her eyes traveled up to his handsome face, her heart thudding in her chest.<br><br>"Will you stay with me...until I fall asleep?"&nbsp; It was an uncertain request, though logical to the mind of a woman sleep had evaded for so long.
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 11:53:00</strong>
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				Isabelle felt frail and cold to touch, as though too much force would break her. Victor made sure to caress her back gently as they walked, to share some of his own warmth with her, to assure her she was safe, no longer alone. As for him, the feeling that he could help, not simply be helped, gave him more joy than could easily be explained.<br><br>Her question seemed strange to him, but all at once, natural. Besides, she had been alone so long, and no longer accustomed to dealing with other people. Regardless, he shrugged those thoughts aside. Victor nodded, smiling, his eyes half-shut. "Of course I will, mother. Would you like me to wait outside until you are safely and properly in bed?" he asked, though somehow it did not feel right.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 02:25:48</strong>
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				A cloud of uncertainty crossed her gaze as she looked up at him, half lost in his eyes for a mere moment before looking away.&nbsp; How silly of her to wish for him to hold her as she'd held him when his nightmares would not subside.&nbsp; Reaching up to cup his cheek, she smiled at him gratefully.<br><br>Turning in his grasp slightly, she insisted quietly,&nbsp; "Until I fall asleep?&nbsp; I won't be able to sleep...the dreams--"&nbsp; Pressing her lips together in a frustrated line, she stopped herself.&nbsp; She had not meant to let him know the nightmares continued from Amelia's death.&nbsp; Gentle hands wrapped him in a soft embrace.&nbsp; She had not realized how much she needed someone to be her rock...<br><br>"Please, Victor..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 12:09:06</strong>
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				"Mother," Victor said, unable to hide his concern. She was, it seemed, in worse shape than he'd initially imagined. Not simply weary and alone, but haunted by bad dreams and unable to sleep. He felt, for the first time since arriving, genuine worry for her healthy, physical and mental. "Mother," he repeated, somewhat more drawn out, as she wrapped her arms around him.<br><br>His arms slipped around her as well, holding her firmly, lovingly. And, of all inappropriate things, he felt an erection coming. Perhaps it was nothing but his body reacting to touch – any touch – which he had never experienced. Or perhaps it was the sight of her exposed neck and shoulder, her fair skin, the gentle lines of maturity. Victor swallowed, hoping she wouldn't notice. A slight shudder went through him as he wondered if the reaction was caused by her specifically, or simply the presence of another person, and a woman at that.<br><br>And still, he could not leave her alone. "Mother, sleep. I will be here, by your side, until you are safely off in pleasant dreams."
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 11:55:37</strong>
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				Her breath caught at the way he held her tight.&nbsp; For a woman as starved of affection as Isabelle, it was almost too much, her body reacting in subtle ways, hips instinctively tucking against his as she burrowed her face against his chest in a vain attempt to hide the blush she was sure her fair skin would betray.<br><br>It was not right!&nbsp; But yet her body wanted him to do&nbsp; more than stay.&nbsp; It wanted to feel improper kisses against her skin, burning trails of desire in their wake.&nbsp; She wanted to feel again...love again.<br><br>Smiling feebly up at him, she nodded.&nbsp; It would not do to ignore his statement, even&nbsp; as wrapped up in her fantasy as she was.&nbsp; Victor loved her, cared for her, held her now.&nbsp; Victor.<br><br>Reaching for his hand, she tried to calm the need suddenly jittering her fit to break.&nbsp; Murmuring softly, she pushed up on her toes to press an almost shy kiss to his cheek,&nbsp; "No need to worry now that I have you to take care of me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 12:33:36</strong>
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				Victor blushed as well, from the kiss on his cheek. She was so close to him then, pressing against him slightly, and he felt certain his erection would be pressing against her and betray him. In spite of his best efforts to will it away, relax, and make it go down, it wouldn't obey. Instead, with every subtle shift, his muscles twitched, making him, if anything, harder.<br><br>"Mother, I will take care of you. I will stay until you fall asleep," he said, but the words felt hollow, only a distraction. In reality, he was wondering about her difficulty sleeping. He could not have brought himself to ask, but he wondered if she'd tried touching herself, in the way that sometimes helped him sleep. He'd never been in bed with a woman, but from what he had heard, overheard and read, he knew it was possible. And his mind would not let the image go, of his mother with her hand between her legs. By then, he was trembling faintly with excitement, and fear of it being discovered. His erection, it seemed, was not going to go away by itself.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 15:16:14</strong>
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				The growing warmth in his groin, coupled with the hardness that her own hips nestled against blossomed a second blush, a deep dark crimson of arousal on her cheeks, her nipples hardening into puckered peaks under the thin fabric.&nbsp; It was all&nbsp; she could do to keep herself from pressing her hips tighter against his, just to feel what had been neglected so long.<br><br>Bright, almost fevered eyes darted away nervously, but her grip on his hand tightened, leading him toward the stairs.&nbsp; Moving slowly, she led him to the great bedchamber she had once shared with her now absent husband.&nbsp; That was no more.&nbsp; Now she only had herself to keep company.&nbsp; And Victor. <br><br>Unbidden thoughts of his touch came to her mind, and she felt herself wetten in the most intimate of places.&nbsp; Her breath hitching, she cleared her throat as she led him into the room and closed the heavy door behind them.<br><br>She wanted to forget...get lost from the nightmares that plagued her.<br><br>Turning to her dress table of constant habit, she carefully removed the robe, her reflection in the vanity's mirror showing the sensuous curves of her body shrouded in fine gauzy silk, the peaks of her nipples brushing against the fabric.&nbsp; She dared not sit down for fear her state would show more fully, by a wet stain in the gown.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly shy once more, she moved to the bed almost silently, only the soft padding of feet on the floor gave her away.&nbsp; She could not suppress the silent wish for Victor to follow and hold&nbsp; her close.<br><br>Slipping under the covers on the high mattress, her gaze instinctively returned to her son.&nbsp; "Come sit with me a while..."&nbsp; Her voice was almost hoarse with need, which prompted a nervous clearing of her throat.&nbsp; She knew now she did not want him to sit with her, but stay with her.&nbsp; She had no proper way&nbsp; to voice the request, but could only keep the wish to herself.
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