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.

  She pushed his hand away and sat up crying, “No.. .No…we can’t.. .we mustn’t you know we mustn’t.”   She rose and looked down at him. She had allowed him to reach to the point where all the indications were that she was ready and willing to receive him into her, and now she could see the hurt and bewilderment etched on his face.   “We can’t…we can’t,” she said again, and ran hastily from the room, and entering her bedroom leaned back against the door.   Nariah knew she had thrown away something precious and beautiful; the opportunity to make love with her son. She knew she had hurt him deeply and the moment might never come again. It was for this she wept, and it was the snake dream that brought them together again.   * * * * * * * *   Nariah, her hand stretched out to him, said, “Come and lie with me darling.”   “But mother, you said…”   “And I was wrong darling…very wrong. I denied not only you, but myself as well.”   Ashley always slept naked and had come to Nariah wearing only a light shaving coat.   “Take you’re coat off and lay down, darling,” she urged him.   His coat dropped to the floor and then he was beside her on the bed. Nariah leaned over him and kissed him, opening her mouth to receive his tongue.   Her milk laden breasts hung over him and he urged her over onto her back. She felt a pang of pleasure – she knew what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it. She felt her nipple spurt warm milk and she flushed with embarrassment. “Oh God, I’m sorry but I can’t help it.”

“It’s all right” he said, and as he caressed her breasts and they became wet with her milk.   “It’s lovely.”   He brought his face to her chest and started to kiss her breasts and stroke them, and gradually she relaxed and started to enjoy the sensation.   She felt another sharp pang of pleasure as she leaked again, but this time she didn't mind. She felt his tongue touch one of her sensitive nipples, and she thought, “He’s going to suck them.”   As if he read her mind his lips closed over one of long nipples and pulling it into his mouth he sucked while holding the other nipple between his fingers, squeezing, gently and rhythmically.   Helplessly she gave herself up to the sensation as her breasts squirted milk, one into his hand the other into his mouth, the feeling was so exquisite that she shuddered uncontrollably and moaned, “Oh dear God…oh God…oh God,” until her voice died away.   “Did you come mother?” he asked.   “Yes darling.”   “I almost came too,” he said.   “Really?” She ran her hand down his body until she touched his penis standing hard and upright. She grasped it. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. Stroking it gently she bent over and kissed its head, the salt taste of pre cum on her tongue. She opened her thighs invitingly. She felt him kiss her mouth again, his tongue starting to probe between her lips and then after a while he knelt between her thighs, and lifted her legs over his shoulders.   She felt vulnerable and greatly loved as his tongue moved in a long, slow curve, starting at the base of her spine, licking along the cleft of her buttocks, pausing to push deep into her vagina and then teasing her engorged clitoris. She held his head over her clitoris, making him concentrate on that, and she began to lift and lower her hips.   She felt his hand on her sex, pushing a finger into the moist interior. Then her body began to tense for the climax. She began to come, shaking like a tree in a gale as she ground her sex frantically against his face as she had a second orgasm   He leaned over her and kissed her mouth. The smell of her sex organ was on his lips. She lay prone as she felt him lay over her, and then his penis entered her. It was the dream snake all over again, pressing deep into her.   “It’s been so long darling and oh God it feels so good, so beautiful,” she murmured.   He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster. His face was above hers gazing at her. Then he bent his neck and looked down their bodies to where they were joined. Suddenly he slowed his pace, thrusting deeper.   He looked into her eyes and kissed her so she could smell and taste herself again. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. His back arched and his head lifted, and he gave a cry like a wild animal, and she felt him spurt into her.   When it was over he lowered his head and giving a deep sigh of contentment he kissed her mouth, then raising himself to his knees he bent over her and kissed each of her breasts in turn. Finally he kissed her sex organ, and she moved her hips to push against his lips. The thought of him licking her there while it was still dripping with his semen almost drove her mad, and she came immediately, crying out his name until her climax passed.   They lay side by side in silence for a while and then softly she said, “Why are you such a wonderful lover?”   “Because I love you, and I’m your son,” he replied.   That was the moment Charlotte chose to awaken, beginning those small cries of hunger that would climb to a crescendo if she was not fed.   Nariah sat up saying, “I must feed her, darling.” And going to the cot she lifted the child in her arms and returned to the bed.   Ashley watched as she fed Charlotte at her breast. He reached out to stroke her other breast and Nariah put her hand under it and raising its nipple said, “There’s plenty for both of you.”   He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked.   When Charlotte had drunk her fill she was returned to her cot, and sated fell asleep. Nariah and Ashley lay on their sides facing each other, Ashley running gentle fingers over her breasts as she stroked his penis. It hardened under her hand and she was surprised that he could be ready again so soon, and so she rolled over on top of him.   They both exuded the smell of their previous coupling, and as Nariah lowered her vagina to take in his penis he could feel the mélange of their fluids. She moved slowly over him murmuring words of love and pleasure. It took a long time, but when she felt his hands on her hips dragging her down on to him she moved more rapidly.   He gave a powerful upward thrust into her, paused for a moment, gasped, and then she felt him spurting into her; “One…two…three…four…five,” she counted and then she lost count of his spurts as her own orgasm took hold of her.   “Yes…yes…yes darling,” she murmured softly as she plunged up and down on him.”   It was over and once more they lay face to face, Nariah stroking his hair. She smiled at him and said, “I wonder if you’ll want me in the morning?”   He didn’t answer because he was asleep. So she said, “I love you my beautiful dark snake, sleep well,” and then she closed her eyes and slept.   * * * * * * * *   Ashley took on the role of father to Charlotte, and son and lover to Nariah. But more than that, he also became father to a son, the fruit of their love that was probably the outcome of that first night – the night of the dark snake.