The Night of the Dark Snake
By Starmont
Nariah shut the door and leaned back against it breathing heavily, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she struggled to control the turbulent emotions that racked her. “You fool, you utter fool,” she gasped, and then crossed to the cot beside the bed. She looked down at four and a half month old sleeping Charlotte wondering if she should feed her. Nariah found breast feeding her daughter soothing and even slightly erotic, and she was in need of comfort at that moment. Charlotte wasn’t due to be fed for some time and so Nariah decided against breaking the feeding pattern, and taking off the loose wrapper she was wearing and throwing it over a chair she lay down naked on the bed. The months of misery had reached a critical point that evening, overwhelming her. Sobbing she felt desperately in need of solace and laying on her back she very gently touched and pressed one of her nipples, careful not to press too hard for fear of expressing some of her milk. With her other hand she reached down and inserted a finger into her vagina and very slowly began to push it in and out. Her sobs diminished to be replaced with sighs of sensual pleasure, and as she felt the tension of her approaching orgasm she used her thumb to stimulate her clitoris. She stifled her climactic cries for fear of waking her baby and gasping she brought herself down from the peak to a semblance of peace, but it was only a semblance for she was physically and emotionally worn out. She put the finger she had used in her vagina into her mouth, tasting herself, and gradually drifted off into sleep, but even in sleep she was not to be left in peace. She dreamed that she could hear a rustling, slithering sound, and in her dream she listened intently, and then a long dark snake glided onto the bed. It moved towards her and as if knowing what the snake was intent on she parted her legs to receive it. It moved up between her thighs and its head enter her vagina. It penetrated deep, deeper than Alan’s penis ever had, and the pleasure of this deep penetration was intense. She cried out, “Ashley…Ashley darling…yes…yes... yes…oh God yes…” A voice broke into her dream, “Are you all right mother…you okay…? The dream or nightmare lingered as Nariah came out of sleep. Ashley came into focus standing beside the bed gazing down at her, an anxious look on his face. “What…what is it?” Nariah realised that she was naked and she had two fingers in her vagina. She hastily removed her fingers but made no attempt to cover her nakedness. She asked again, “What is it darling?” “I heard you calling my name,” Ashley replied, “and I came to see if you were okay; I mean, after what happened…” “Yes, after what happened,” Nariah said to herself, and extended her hand to Ashley. * * * * * * * * The path that had led to that moment had begun twenty years before when Nariah had first met Alan. Whether it was Alan who pursued the lovely young girl, or Nariah who had pursued handsome Alan is perhaps immaterial, the upshot was that Nariah became pregnant. Alan was fifteen years older that Nariah and after considerable wrangling and threats by Alan and Nariah to get a special marriage license, Nariah’s parents agreed to their marriage. Their permission may have been based as much on the fact that Alan was an “up and coming” young man in the field of marketing research as the obvious love Nariah and Alan had for each other. People had said that the marriage wouldn't last, but they had been proved wrong. Not only had the marriage lasted but the passion with which had begun continued. When they had first lived together they had started to make love morning and night and sometimes mid afternoon too. She had assumed that such horniness would not last, and that after a few days, or maybe a couple of weeks, the novelty would wear off, and then would revert to the statistical average of three times a week, or whatever it was. She had been wrong, and years later they were still making love like newlyweds. After the birth of Ashley they had looked forward to having at least two more children, but this hadn’t happened. Tests had found nothing wrong with either of them and so it was agreed that they would rest content with what they had, but if it happened and Nariah did get pregnant, it would be welcome. The minor miracle occurred when Nariah was thirty six and it would have been an occasion for rejoicing if it hadn’t been overshadowed by a tragic event. For some time Alan had been suffering from headaches. Like most men he would not take care of his health, saying that the headaches could be fixed with a couple of aspirin. When Nariah was seven months into her pregnancy Alan died from a brain hemorrhage. Nariah had almost given birth prematurely and only by dint of medical care she went the full term. Ashley and always been the much loved son, but after the death of his father he came to play an increasingly prominent role in Nariah’s life. Alan’s success in his professional life had meant that his death left Nariah with no financial worries; it was emotional support she needed and it was that Ashley had provided. As is the case in most families, mother and son are usually closer to each other than father and son. It is also not unknown for the son to find himself sexually attracted to his mother, and the mother to the son. Most times this starts to peter out as the son reaches maturity and finds a woman of his own, although it is surprising how often that woman resembles his mother in looks and character. It was the situation that Nariah found herself in, with a dead husband and a new born child that disturbed what people see as the natural development of the relationship between mother and son. To state it simply, Ashley started to take on the role of husband, and while him self grieving for his father, he gave his support to distraught Nariah. In the course of comforting their relationship had become increasingly and overtly sexual. Gradually recovering from giving birth, Nariah felt the sexual deprivation she suffered by the death of Alan as yet another source of stress. The tender embraces with Ashley, his kisses and the obvious signs of his sexual arousal found a response in Nariah. She knew that if Ashley was not her son she would easily have succumbed to him just as she had once succumbed to Alan. Then came the night when they almost took the fatal step. They had been sitting together on the couch as Nariah lamented the fact that Charlotte would grow up without a father. Impulsively Ashley had said, “I’ll be her father.” Deeply moved Nariah said, “That’s a beautiful thing to say, darling.” Ashley looked at her solemnly and said, “I mean it mother.” She had kissed him and the kiss lingered and she could feel his urgent desire for her and her own need for him. As they kissed she opened her mouth to admit his tongue and the kiss became increasingly fervent. She was only wearing a loose wrapper preparatory to going to bed. She felt his hand slip inside the wrapper and come to rest under one of her milky breasts. She yielded as he gently pushed her back to lie on the couch, and then he had parted the wrapper and kissed both her breasts in turn as his fingers sought and found her vagina. That muscular tunnel, her vagina, was already wet and prepared for his penetration but it was as his finger entered her she reacted.