Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 5 posted]

Postby meinaru » Wed Mar 09, 2016 11:50 am

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Paul."

Paul wished those words came from a girlfriend. Or a even a friend. Or virtually everyone, but not his mother.

He looked up at her. Leah didn't look her thirty-nine years: she was slim, busty, and today she was dressed in almost provocative way: a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that bared her midriff and emphasized her feminine features. She had blond hair that fell to her shoulders in shiny freckles.

"Thanks", he said without much enthusiasm. Paul didn't have much to look forward to. Ever since his father left them Paul felt achingly alone. Aloof, unable to make any friend and approach any girls, he felt he was destined for loneliness.

"If you don't mind, I'll be seeing Mrs. Pradesh this evening."

Great, thought Paul, another evening spent alone in front of a TV. He didn't trust this Pradesh woman at all. She was roughly the age of his mother and she was... dark. Dark in every imaginable way: swarthy, like people of India, and there was a disturbing air about her. Paul heard rumors, disturbing rumors about Mrs. Pradesh: a bunch of local kids said they saw light ("unnatural light, like, you know, in the movies") coming out of her window at midnight. Once in a while a word was dropped in relation to Mrs. Pradesh: "Kamadora". An ancient Goddess, worshiped with rites so cruel, alien and perverse that one had to be really twisted to be exiled from the cult and its distant homeland.

The rumors of the cult spread across the States, but few heeded them. It was just another urban legend. There was, almost always, a sexual component to the stories, which is why they were so often whispered, with sneer, among high-school students. Paul didn't believe the rumors. There was no hidden cult. And Mrs. Pradesh was probably just another naturalized foreigner. So there was nothing to worry about, right?

"How do I look?"

Paul cast another look at his mother. She was certainly looking provocative - she even wore lipstick. Was she really going to see another woman? Perhaps she found a replacement for dad? Or perhaps (a thought Paul found exciting) she was seducing Mrs. Pradesh, or was being seduced by her?

"You look okay", he said.

"Okay?", she echoed him, seemingly disappointed.

"Have a good time with Mrs. Pradesh."

Paul wondered if she saw the irony in his statement.

"See you later, honey", she said, simply, and left.

Paul was alone. And, as always when he realized he was not under anyone's control, when nobody was looking, he gave himself to reverie. He walked to the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror. He wasn't bad looking either: relatively slim, not entirely without muscles ( no, he wasn't bodybuilding, but forced himself to do push-ups every morning ), and even the glasses he was wearing gave him an appearance of a hunky geek. Why was he still without girlfriend? Paul wasn't sure, but he was sure of one thing: in the Internet he could have had them all, and in all the erotic situations he desired.

Paul was secretly attracted to all things related to bondage and erotic distress. He was excited by the combination of nudity and peril: a naked woman, bound, perhaps being whipped, perhaps about to be eaten alive and sacrificed to a monster. Internet was a gold mine of such pictures. As he looked at them, he found himself drawn to even more perverse fantasy: his mother, his beautiful mother, taking place of all these women: being stripped, tormented, made into a sexual object. At first he shied away from these thoughts, but the more he was trying to suppress them, the stronger they became. And lately they grew even more intense, threatening to break through.

After sitting for two hours in front of TV, and then spending another two looking at the online bondage erotica (which he could now do without sense of guilt; he was, after all, a grown man from this day on, or so he thought), Paul realized it was eleven o'clock and his mother was not yet back. She was usually back at ten PM, not being a social type, at least no more after her husband left her. He cast a gaze through his window, and towards the opposite side of the street where Mrs. Pradesh house stood, another cookie-cutter house in a cookie-cutter neighborhood. Was it true what they said about her? "A worshiper of Kamadora".

Kamadora.

He googled the name.

"Kamadora", said the entry in a popular wiki, "A fictional being, supposed 'Goddess of Lust' inhabiting the island in the middle of the Indian Ocean... "

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"The urban legend was started", the entry said, "by an ultra-conservative Catholic priest, Slawomir Dziemianski. Dziemianski's theories were heavily inspired by Fundamentalist Christianity and fit into the same mold as stories of Satanic Ritual Abuse and alien abduction. In short, the story had it that all the religions of the East are false front of the cult of ancient Indian Goddess Kamadora, who Dziemianski theorized might be an incarnation of biblical Lilith. Kamadora would draw innocent folk from Christianity by tempting them with all manners of carnal pleasures, not excluding incest, sadism and other extreme perversions. With time Dziemianski's ideas were disproved by scholars, but by the time it did, the legend of Kamadora assumed a life of its own.

Very much like Slenderman, who gained a significant online following, Kamadora became the protagonist (or sometimes antagonist) of erotic online fiction, mostly focusing on mother-son incest. There was also a number of supposedly "true" stories of Kamadoran worshipers conducting their rituals in quiet American suburbs. A few people actually came forth and said they have visited the island that is the home of the cult. Their narrative is almost a complete subversion of the original, Christian conspiracy theory: the island of Kamadora, they said, is a thriving place, one where all comforts of modernity meet the extreme sexual freedom instituted and upheld by the ancient cult. The stories, available at dedicated page, are actually immature sexual fantasies, and many of them contain both incest and BDSM themes. However, a fairly coherent mythology emerges from the stories, disjointed as they are: the religious life of the island concentrates in its hedonistic capital of Thali, which is a seat of one of the two splinter groups of the religion, the Lightsiders, who, while following their carnal instincts to their fullest, still try to preserve a semblance of decency. The forests in the northern parts of the island are inhabited by Darksiders, the 'bad guys and gals' of the setting. The conflict between the two factions is what drives most of the stories.

With time on the Internet there appeared even more stories related to the Goddess of Lust, some of the fantasy-themed, other set in the imaginary Easern Europe country of..."

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Paul looked up from the computer, and towards the quiet house that belonged to Mrs. Pradesh. Light was still on. They're probably sitting there and sipping tea. Unless, of course, the perverted, dark-skinned priestess had his mother stripped naked and bound to the blasphemous altar for...

No.

There is no cult, Paul reminded himself, and these thoughts are just wrong. They are wrong.

He looked at the clock. Half past eleven pm. So good it was Friday.

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The "decicated page" link brought Paul to a cheap website called "Kamadora is Real!". An image of many-handed, Indian-looking Goddess in a meditative posture was placed on top of the page, obviously a creation of a skilled artist. Several links were presented to visitor just below the introduction, which echoed what Paul already read on the wiki. The first was "Kamadoran Glossary". Intrigued, he clicked on it.

"To Kamadora all kinds of erotic dalliance are sacred, which finds its reflection in the language of those people. Inhabitants of Kamadora believe that the transition between emotional bond and a sexual bond is a natural one: if there's an affection between mother and son, for instance, it will find its expression in sex, sooner or later. Below are the terms which Kamadorans use to indicate various kinds of relationships:

Yaramai - a 'normal', heterosexual relationship
Apkamai - a relationship between mother and son
Kalamai - a lesbian relationship between mother and daughter
Kainian - a relationship involving two people who are related by blood, and another one not of kin..."

Bored with the linguistics, Paul navigated back to the principal page. The next link was - "Mother as damsel in distress in Kamadoran culture".

The boy found himself covered in sweat. These were just his private fantasies. Nobody else - no one else... This was wrong. This was sick. His mind was sick, and he knew it. He shouldn't choose this link. Never ever...

Click.

"Apkamai, or the emotional and sexual bond between mother and son is an important aspect of Kamadoran culture. To Kamadorans it's natural for a boy to look at his mother as [gulp!] sexual object. This makes her even more precious in the eyes of the son, as she often becomes his first lover. This is why in many stories focused on Apkamai the boy's mother and lover is abducted by the antagonist. In those stories the antagonist is almost always female, and the hapless mother is stripped naked and subjected to bondage and erotic torture - whipping, the so-called 'spanish horse' etc. The theme also features prominently in the modern TV shows aired on Kamadora: when on the Island I was shocked to see a show, aired in the late afternoon, which focused on a mother and her late-teenage son. The duo was fighting the minions of Darkside. The first thing that shocked me was that the erotic nature of the relationship between the two was so openly shown; the other shock came when, almost matter-of-factedly, the mother was captured by the main female antagonist, stripped naked and bound to the altar. Then her nude photo was sent to the son to coerce him to come over to antagonists' place..."

Paul closed his eyes. No. This was too much. Of course he knew it was all fiction, but what if.. What if...

The boy realized he's still sweating, and although the summer night was really warm, it must have had to do with other things.

He looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. The light at Pradesh place was still on, but it changed - it became reddish and dim. What the hell was going on there?...
Last edited by meinaru on Sun Dec 18, 2016 8:35 am, edited 4 times in total.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 1]

Postby Domination » Sat Mar 19, 2016 7:08 am

Can't wait for more!
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 1]

Postby meinaru » Tue Mar 22, 2016 9:11 am

Thanks for the encouragement - I've had little time lately, but will try to post some new stuff as soon as possible.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 1]

Postby Domination » Tue Mar 22, 2016 11:20 am

No problem, I can wait patiently :3
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 1]

Postby Jay Feely » Tue Mar 22, 2016 11:30 am

great story
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 2]

Postby meinaru » Sat Mar 26, 2016 8:35 am

Paul was almost relieved when he heard someone knocking at the door. "Perhaps it's her", he thought.

Instead, when he answered, he was greeted by the sight of tall, dark-skinned, busty woman in her twenties. She stood on his porch with a small package in her hand.

"You're Paul, right? Leah's son?"

"Yeah..."

The woman handed him the package. He looked at her quizzically, but all she did in response was to nod in encouragement. He understood he's to open this package right now.

The boy started to slowly unwrap it. Once he did, he was staring at a pile of neatly folded clothes. Their familiarity didn't struck him at once; but once it did, it was like he was struck by lightning.

The package contained the very clothing his mom was leaving in on this evening: provocatively revealing t-shirt and shorts, and even more excitedly, the even sexier black, strapless bra, and a pair of black panties.

"You can play with them as long as you like", the young woman giggled, "Your mommy is staying with us for an extended period of time. Unless, that is, you prove brave enough to help her out."

"She just went... To her neighbor. On the opposite... Side of the street", Paul realized he was panting.

"There's a saying in my homeland: 'when you knock on the wrong door, be prepared to leave in the buff'. Your mom knocked on the wrong door, and is now waiting to leave, in the buff, to the Island of Kamadora."

"What do you mean - Island of Kamadora? But it's just a piece of fiction."

The woman smiled again, with obvious contempt.

"Kamadora exists. Magic exists. Lightside and Darkside also exist. And... "

She leaned down to him, and began to whisper in his ear:

"... things like Apkamai also exist. In my homeland you wouldn't have to worry or be ashamed of your urges, as you are here. You and your mom would be free to give in to them. But your mom crossed a Tullan, or a member of a Darkside sect. It's never a good idea, especially if the Tullan is a trained witch. She offended her during the visit. Stripping and restraining her was a piece of cake. My mother fought enemies much tougher than her."

"Your mother? Pradesh is?..."

"Not Pradesh, but Tivunarai. Did you really believe in this Hindu cover-up stuff? And yes, me and my mother are Kalamai. But it doesn't matter right now. "

The woman looked him over, with something of an appreciation.

"I'm a bit tired of making love to other females. I wish I had you naked and bound before me, so I could taste a man's flesh. Oh, by the way, isn't it your eighteenth birthday? According to laws of your land, you're a man now. Happy birthday, Paul."

She leaned to him again, and once again lowered her voice to a whisper:

"Come and try to save her, I dare you. She's waiting for you, in the house on the opposite side of the street, naked, bound and helpless, as she always were in your fantasies. She's a beautiful woman, Paul. And you wouldn't believe what she admitted to, naked and under the lash of the whip."

The woman paused.

"She actually desired you, Paul."

The woman walked away, laughing. Paul was shocked by the way she looked at him. To her, he was just a piece of meat. A sexual object she'd amuse herself with. And, as much as he hated to admit it, a part of him liked the prospect.

He was never popular with the girls in his school. They were - that's the right word - repressed. Men were the dominant species the girls should never desire - their advances were to be resisted. At times, Paul would doubt the very existence of female sexuality. That is, until now; until it knocked on his door in the form of this voluptous and voracious woman. Whatever the rules of engagement were in Kamadora, they were quite different from those here in America.

A part of him said this couldn't be happening. It was an erotic dream he'd wake up from soon. Paul felt as if he had been transported from boring, predictable suburbs into an environment where all erotic fantasies were coming true.

But were they?

There was one way to find out.

Mrs. Pradesh house stood just opposite of his. Red, ominous light emanated from the windows. With his heart beating fast, Paul went across the street. He circled his neighbor's house, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever was going on inside, but all the blinds were down, with the intense, red glow filtering through them. But even though he saw nothing, Paul suddenly heard a sound coming through one of the windows.

*whoosh*

*smack*

"AAAH!", someone cried inside.

He knew this voice. It was his own mother's.

"Shut up, bitch. You should have stayed in your home and fucked your sonny, as I know you would. Instead you're here, naked as a jaybird, tied to my altar. What was that for?"

This time the voice was Pradesh's.

*whoosh*

*smack*

Another cry.

"Oh, don't you worry. This whip doesn't destroy skin. It just causes pain."

So she was inside. Paul knew he has to find a way in, but going through the main door was out of question.

In spite of its perilous aspect, the boy found the situation oddly exciting. At first trying to resist this urge, he reached down to his crotch and rubbed his member through the shorts. It was awful, it was so awful to do it, and yet it felt so good. The entire situation, dreamlike as it was, felt so good.

"Paul?"

The boy almost jumped in place. He turned around and saw another young woman. Just like Pradesh's daughter, she exuded an aura of sensuality, but everything about her was different. She was about his age, clad in a pair of jeans and a top that bared her midriff. She had long, black hair she wore in a pigtail. Her skin was dark.

"Agatha?", Paul whispered. She was the girl he bumped into at school, often by accident. If it ever was an accident.

Now, that he saw her this warm, sweaty, summer night, she looked different. Much more feminine. Much more desirable. It felt even more embarrassing she caught him doing what he was doing.

"I'm not Agatha Radi", she said, "There was never any Agatha Radi. It was just a cover, as you surely realize."

She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about what you were doing", she said, "It's completely normal. But now we have another problem. "

She pointed to the window.

"Tivunarai captured your mother, but it's you she's after. It's you whom she want naked and bound before her and her daughter. I've studied the place for a while and know the way in. If you want to see your mom, follow me."

"Wait... Why are you helping me?"

The girl smiled.

"Favor for favor. If we succeed, you repay me in bed. Is it okay with you?"

Another woman who saw him as a piece of meat. But having no other choice, he nodded.

"Come", the girl took his hand and led him to a small garden just behind the house.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 2 posted]

Postby Domination » Wed Mar 30, 2016 7:22 am

Amazing, it's so good I can't wait for more!
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 2 posted]

Postby meinaru » Thu Apr 14, 2016 10:27 am

Very short update today, due to tiredness...

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"Here", Agatha pointed to the hatch, almost impossible to spot among the green grass due to its green color.

She grabbed the handle and the wooden hatch opened with a squeak, revealing the darkness beneath.

Adam gulped.

"Are we actually going down there?", he asked.

All the girl did was nod.

"I go first, then call you."

She descended the ladder that led down a short, concrete shaft, then seemed to disappear in the darkness. Adam thought he heard her speak words in some unknown language, and then the darkness became illuminated.

"Come over!", she called from within.

Adam followed down in her footsteps. Once he was there, he was surprised to find that the concrete corridor was filled with light.

"Where does the light come from?", he said.

"No time to explain", replied his companion, "Follow me."

Then Adam recalled what he was told by... What was her name again? Something-varai. "Magic exists. Kamadora exists."

The corridor wasn't that long - it ended with another hatch and a small ladder leading up to it. Adam reasoned they were now beneath Pradesh's house.

"Are we going to just go in?", he said.

Agatha said nothing; instead, she opened the hatch. This one was made of metal, and the creaking sound it made when moving was loud enough to wake up the dead.

The girl went up and motioned for Adam to follow her. The boy complied, and what he saw when he scaled the ladder stunned him completely.

There was no furniture in the room. It was completely bare, save for a complex geometric pattern painted in black on the floor and paintings hanging on the wall. Adam looked at them, and couldn't believe what he saw. Even the best photography is inept in its representation of reality - it falls behind a realistic painting. These paintings, however, were beyond realistic: they were lifelike. One of them represented a young man, perhaps of Adam's age, being chained naked to an effigy in a torchlit temple. A group of dark-skinned, robe-clad, supposedly native women were holding - and stripping - a struggling, blonde woman. Both she and the boy were Caucasian. As Adam looked at the picture it suddenly MOVED - the boy could not only see the scene, as it unfolded, but hear what was being spoken.

"Leave my mom alone!", cried the chained youth.

"You want to see this, don't you?", one of the native women mocked him.

The blonde woman struggled, as the natives tore her clothing piece by piece. She was already down to her panties and bra; for her age, she had a nice figure.

"Came here to study exotic spirituality?", mocked the leader of the natives, "I'll show you some..."

"ADAM!"

The whisper was loud enough to snap him from trance.

"Don't look at these, or you'll be physically drawn to these places."

Adam wasn't sure if he didn't want to. One of the pictures represented a cell of sorts; the prisoners were almost exclusively female, all of them as exotic as the natives from the previous picture; all of them were completely nude and beautiful, their beauty only underscored by their apparent resignation to their fate.

"And what is this?", he whispered, pointing at the pattern on the floor.

"It's for teleportation", came the brief answer, "Come."

Agatha opened the door leading out, at first only a little, peered inside, then went through and beckoned for Adam. The next room at least had some furnishings - a table, a few chairs set against the walls - but its centerpiece was a shrine of sorts - an effigy of many-handed Goddess, standing on a small pedestal surrounded by the burning candles. It was against this backdrop that Adam's beautiful mother sat - nude, cross-legged, with her hands bound behind her back and her legs bound at the ankles.

"Adam!", she cried.

Someone clapped her hands.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

"Very nice indeed".

Adam recognized this voice. It belonged to Pradesh.

"My bait worked. Okay, my two little birds, it seems you've fallen into my trap. Now, l think you're a bit overdressed for this place."

And then she added, in a cold voice:

"Strip on your own, or I'll be all too glad to help."

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 3 posted]

Postby Domination » Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:28 am

Nice
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 3 posted]

Postby meinaru » Thu Apr 21, 2016 1:16 pm

Another short update...

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Unlike the small room next to the hall, where the shrine stood, the living room was actually a temple set to the Goddess of Lust. There stood a large effigy of Her, many handed, with chains hanging from each arm for securing the victims. There burned a multitude of candles. There was almost no artificial illumination there, apart from the TV set. It was tuned to a channel Paul didn't even know existed - it seemed to air one erotic movie after another, all of them featuring dark-skinned people of the same race that Pradesh and Agatha seemed to belong to. The dialogue was in some kind of foreign language, but the show was subtitled.

After stripping him Pradesh said it was an "Apkamai channel", and the transmission came from the national TV of Kamadora. "Apkamai channel" was dedicated solely to mother-son love, so to speak. The story was about a woman and her late-teenage son, but they behaved more like lovers than like a family.

Paul's situation, on the other hand, was even more extreme - and more stimulating. He stood, naked and fastened to the effigy of the Goddess, hands over head. To his right stood Agatha, likewise stripped and bound. She seemed to respond to the situation in a manner of a person who's been through this kind of stuff many times before.

Paul's mother, on the other hand, fought like a cat against her bonds. Paul found himself ashamed to respond to the situation in almost erotic manner - each time she mustered enough strength to give another fight, she would writhe, shaking her hair and her breasts in a way that her son found irrevocably sexy. She was also naked, and each time her skin would brush against Paul's the boy felt a shiver go through his entire body.

Mrs. Pradesh didn't care to gag her captives, as she obviously believed her magic would protect her.

"Don't struggle, it won't work anyway. The bonds are infused with magic", Agatha would say from time to time.

"I don't bloody care", Paul's mom would respond, "The bitch is going to pay for what she did."

And so it went, for almost an hour. In the mean time, the story in the movie progressed - the protagonists were caught while infiltrating the hideout of the bad guys - or rather bad gals, as the evil covenant was composed entirely of women. They were stripped naked, strung up and whipped. Then they escaped, and turned tables on their opponents, stripping the chief witch and whipping her. Then they celebrated their victory in the bed.

Mrs. Pradesh was in the house, Paul was sure. After stripping and binding him and Agatha she taunted all three of them. Paul felt strange standing naked and bound before the woman who obviously got kicks from looking at his exposed body.

His mother also looked at him, conspiciously, from time to time. She was fighting herself, that was sure. Paul didn't even pretend he was fighting himself. Agatha saw what was coming.

"When we escape, we might go back to the island of Kamadora and form kainian", she said eventually, "You and your son will become lovers, and I might join you."

"The hell...", Leah panted, "How can you say it now, when we're bound and... and..."

The door creaked. Mrs. Pradesh emerged, with a whip in her hand.

"Oh no", said Leah, "Not again."

Mrs. Pradesh just smiled.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 4 posted]

Postby Domination » Fri Apr 22, 2016 11:04 am

Hope there's more c:
Woah, don't mind if I do.

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 4 posted]

Postby meinaru » Sun Dec 18, 2016 6:52 am

And we're beginning to move towards the belated conclusion... Terribly sorry for the delay, I had little time to write this year.

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Leah grimaced as Pradesh ran the coiled whip against her exposed breasts. Paul squinted at her - for all of his nude and restrained state he found the sight of his mother, naked, bound and utterly helpless terribly and unhealthily stimulating.

"Your anger won't help you anymore", said the woman, "Soon me and my daughter will have fun with your son, and all you'd be able to do is to helplessly watch, naked and humiliated... How much yet, Inai?"

"Finishing up, mom", said her daughter, lifting her eyes off the complex, circular pattern she's been drawing on the floor with the colored sand.

"Leave my son alone", Leah hissed, "He's never been with a woman. You bitch, he's still a..."

"... just don't say 'child', my dear", Pradesh took Paul's erect member in her hand, against the boy's protests and whimpers, "Does he know your secret already or not?"

"There!", Inai was triumphant as a flame of blue light erupted from the center on the pattern. It rose from it and then it grew, from a blue, phosphorescent line hovering three inches above the ground into an opening in the air, its borders still framed by the blue glow.

Beyond the opening was darkness, or so Paul initially thought. But as he strained he could see a light, one that emanated from a torch set in the reddish wall in the distance. Hot air of the tropics blew through the portal. Singing of exotic birds filled the room.

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"Yasna bhani, alan lani", intoned Pradesh.

At the sound of these words the binds that kept the captives in place detached themselves from the effigy, while still keeping their hands bound.

The woman gestured for the captives to follow them. They had no choice anyway; the bonds (apparently "infused with magic") seemed to move on their own, pulling the captives in the direction of the portal. One after another - Leah, then Paul, then Agatha - walked through.

As Paul stepped through the portal his bare feet fell on a damp, grassy ground. This wasn't America, obviously, but what was it then? The island he read about just now on the Internet? He could now clearly see the building where the torch was set in. it was the outer wall of a temple, or rather ruins of one. The torch was the only source of light in here, apart from full moon.

"You're about to experience the biggest humiliation of your life, Leah", said Pradesh, "You'll see me making love to your sonny. It will be me, and not you, as you originally intended."

"Intended?", gulped Paul.

"And from there you'll find yourself brought into the Sacred Whorehouse ran by the Darksiders - the one where Lightsiders are not taken kindly to", Pradesh continued, oblivious to Paul's question, "Just wait till they get a naked Meirennian sorceress in their hands. A member of Diaspora in hiding. Too bad you got ensnared so easily... Tell me again about these erotic dreams you've been sending your son. I'd love to hear about them over and over."

Erotic dreams? Paul shivered. Yes, he had them. They were so detailed and so...

... so much like the situation he was now in. He could remember. He could remember one where...

"But all of you seem to fall for the same incantation, experienced magicians or not", Pradesh was now clearly triumphant, "The one that takes away the knowledge of your incantations. Ha! Where's your power now, Lightsider?"

... he could remember one where he was naked and bound to a totem in a temple, at once afraid and excited by his own nudity. His mother was also there, bound back-to-back with him, and she uttered a word...

"Keep an eye of them", said Pradesh to her daughter, "I'm going to have some fun with mommy before we take on her son."

She led Leah with her to the temple's entrance. Her daughter, in the mean time, made Paul and Agatha lie down. Then she produced another coil of rope, that, on her command, issued in unknown language, SPLIT IN TWO and bound her captive's ankles. Agatha and Paul were now lying face-to-face. The girl's body was covered in sweat; tiny bit of dirt stuck to her breast as she rolled helplessly on the damp ground. Paul had little time to enjoy the sight, for Pradesh's daughter - what was her name? - knelt be him with an evil smile and began fondling him. Her hand explored his exposed chest, and moved further and further down, towards his crotch.

"Leave him alone, you Darkside bitch!", yelled Agatha, but all the other girl did was laugh. She was in complete power.

The word he heard in his sleep. It was... it was...

Inai grabbed his member and squeezed it painfully.

Paul yelled.

Inai smiled triumphantly. She was only beginning to have fun.

It was...

"Gala nallin nala nalanin malaka!"

Paul felt his bonds loosen. There was surprise on Inai's face, and then horror, as she realized her defeat.

Someone put her hand on the girl's mouth. It was Agatha. The two women began rolling in the dirt, fighting like two feral cats, tooth and claw.

Paul rolled to his belly and rose to a kneeling position. Agatha clawed at her opponent and tore at her clothing - the young Darksider was helpless against her fury. She finally gave up and fell to the ground, powerless. Her t-shirt was torn from her during the fight, and one of the straps of her bra had fallen.

"Help me, Paul!", cried Agatha.

The boy ran over to his companion.

"Hold her wrists", she commanded.

Paul did as he was told.

The girl stripped the remainders of her sexy opponent's clothing, and then outstretched her arm towards the magical bindings that lay discarded in the dirt.

"Aramia kano!"

The magical rope heeded its new mistress, binding Inai hand and foot.

"You bastards!", Inai fought against her bonds, even though she knew it was useless, "My mother will have you punished for this!"

Agatha smiled at the thought. Paul couldn't help but think how charming this smile was.

"We'll see about that", she turned to Paul, "How did you know the words?"

"Heard them in a dream."

"Leah is a smart magician", said Agatha. And then, without warning, she grabbed Paul, pulled him towards herself and gave him a deep, long kiss.

"Oh shit", the boy felt dizzy.

"Won't you play with our captive?", Agatha smiled at him.

"My mom, she..."

"She can wait."

Paul realized he's never before felt woman's breasts. And now he had them before him, exposed, and all to himself.

"DON'T YOU DARE!", Inai was furious.

But it availed her not. Paul reached out for her breasts, feeling them with the impatience of a young, sexually inexperienced male.

"DON'T YOU!..."

"Take your time", said Agatha, "The night's still young. But we have to go for your mom, and Pradesh might be there in a minute."

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 4 posted]

Postby Vector5227 » Sun Dec 18, 2016 7:51 am

Daaaaamn! This story is so good! I can't wait to read more!

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [PART 5 posted]

Postby meinaru » Sun Dec 18, 2016 9:28 am

Thanks - I'll try to post the updates more frequently...

Re: Paul's eighteenth birthday (F/MF) [FINAL PART posted]

Postby meinaru » Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:42 am

All stories must end. This one ends on a happy note. More erotic content than with the previous parts, be advised!

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Leah was too pained even to cry. The cruelty of Kamadoran instruments of torture was that they neither harmed the body, nor rendered the victim unconscious. She was naked, in pain and all too aware of the stinging whip landing on her exposed breasts, belly and womanhood. And being, as she was, attached to the crude totem in the center of the temple, she could do nothing about it.

"Look at you", Pradesh licked her lips, "The Sacred Whorehouse in the North of the Island will have definite use of this body"

She ran her hands over Leahs breasts, clearly enjoying the domination she had over the Lightside sorceress.

"And your son is going to keep my warm during... UGH!"

Before she could finish her sentence, someone put a hand over Pradesh's mouth and dragged her away. It was Agatha.

In the background, she could see her son entering the temple. He was naked and covering his crotch. The mere sight of it made Leah excited, in spite of her predicament.

"Stop covering yourself and untie me!", she cried at him.

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Once freed, Leah went where Pradesh's daughter lay bound and naked in the dirt, before the Temple's entrance. Mrs. Pradesh herself was struggling against Agatha's grip, but to no avail. Paul still held his hands over his crotch, partly because of the shame, and partly to cover his monumental erection. As his naked mother stood before the beautiful, dark skinned woman who had been their captor, he knew what was coming for Mrs. Pradesh.

"Who's laughing now?", asked Leah, as she tore her captors clothing piece by piece. Her daughter tossed curses and insults at the victorious trio, but it was to no avail right now.

Mrs. Pradesh's exotic clothing landed on a large pile beside her former owner. The statuesque woman stood now naked before Leah, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed in shame. She could not cover her nudity, as Agatha still held her hands behind her back.

Now it was Leah who fondled the exposed body of her defeated Nemesis.

"Oh, I won't be that cruel so as to whip you and torment you as you did torment me. But I'll leave you here with your daughter for some quality time together. And in the morning the priestesses of the Lightside Temple will be there to collect you."

"Paul, hand me the rope!", said Agatha.

The boy gave the remainders of rope to Agatha, who bound Pradesh's hands behind her back, then tossed her to the ground beside her daughter. The last piece of rope was then used to bind the witche's ankles.

"Yarma curse you!", yelled Pradesh, "Yarma have you bound and tortured for evermore!"

"Not today, certainly", said Leah, turning to her son with a seductive smile, "What did I tell you, Paul? Stop covering yourself!"

Adam was still too ashamed to expose himself for longer than those few moments needed to perform those few menial tasks he had to do since he was freed.

Leah drew closer to her son, not at all mindful of her captives' furious cries and Agatha's nervous, sensual giggle. She put her hands on Paul's shoulders. The boy shivered.

"You realize the truth by now, don't you?", Adam could feel her breath upon his cheek as she said that, her face now so close to his. Her naked body was so close, and so lovely, the boy could now hardly control his excitement, "You know who we are?"

"You are some kind of... sorceress..."

"Correct. I've been doing undercover work in the States. I gave birth to you in the States, but I was born in Meirenn. I came to States to keep watch over the Darksiders - the people like Pradesh. I thought I had figured her out, but she got the upper hand.

After Pradesh was incapacitated there would be no more need for me to stay in the States. I believed that I'll have her and her daughter brought naked to my superiors in less than an hour. Then, I wanted to tell you the truth, and ask you if you'd want to enter with me into the apkamai relationship, where we would become lovers, as many high-ranking Meirennian sorceresses and their sons do. That's why I dressed into seductive clothing that I wanted to shed for you after I dealt with Pradesh. But she was more cunning than I was, and I ended up being stripped of it by her and her awful daughter. "

Paul's and his mother's lips were now almost touching.

"Stop covering yourself, young man!", Leah commanded.

Reluctantly, Paul parted his hands, revealing his erection to his mother. He eyed her up and down again. A beautiful face, blond hair, a body to kill for. An sorceress and an adventurer, his mother and would-be lover.

"If you'll go with me to Meirenn - hell, if you even stay here, on the island of Kamadora, you'll have to get used to losing your clothing every once in a while", she put a hand on his erect member. Paul thought he's not going to stand it anymore.

Neither Paul nor Leah wondered where Agatha had gone, but she suddenly emerged, still naked, from the darkness.

"I'm sorry to disturb, but I've checked our whereabouts", she said, "We're actually quite close to Thali, and I already see the lights of a guest-house. I know you two might have hots for each other, but let's go find some shelter first."

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It was well after sunrise that Paul awoke. He yawned, trying to remember what dreams he had. Actually, he didn't remember anything from the previous evening. The most immediate memory that he had was of his dreams. He could not remember the details, only that they were all incredibly sensual and erotic.

The boy didn't want to open his eyes, not yet. The warm glow of the dream-sensations were still there, and he knew that as soon as he opens them the mundane reality of his everyday life will break through. A weekend that he'll spend sitting at home and playing games, and perhaps masturbating to his erotic fantasies when his mother's gone. And in the Monday he will be back to his summer job at the local mall. And then the summer will pass and he'll be back at school.

In his dreams, the memory of which still lingered behind his closed eyes, there was some kind of Goddess that approved all kinds of lust. He read about the Goddess in the Internet, and about the hidden places all over the Earth she ruled, and the magical land beyond Earth that was the hub of her real power, and that his mother that he secretly lusted for in the real world turned out to be the sorceress from this land, and that he, his mother and this funny girl from his high school ended up in the naked bondage, captured by their crazed neighbor (who turned out to be the evil magician from some exotic island), and that eventually he traveled to the island on the Indian Ocean, ruled by the Goddess of Lust herself, where his mother offered herself to be his lover and teacher of magic...

Dreams are so beautiful and fantastic, thought Paul, and reality is so gray and depressing.

Paul opened his eyes, reluctantly, to find himself staring at unfamiliar ceiling. Only then did it strike him that he lay on an unfamiliar bed, completely naked, and not covered at all. He shut his eyes again, thinking he must still be dreaming. After a while he opened them again, but nothing had changed.

"How are you?", Paul recognized his mother's voice.

He turned to his side. Lying on her side, with her head resting on her arm, was his mother Leah. She was naked as the day she was born, and her body looked delicious in the morning light that fell from the half-open window.

Someone moaned behind him. Paul looked to the other side of his bed to find Agatha Radi, likewise naked, but still sleeping, lying on her side, her exotic body exposed to him just as Leah's body was.

"I must congratulate you", said Leah, "Satisfying two women at once is no mean feat. Especially after a night like this. "

Paul suddenly remembered.

After they fled the temple they found their way to guesthouse. The keeper of the establishment was so kind she let them in for free, especially after she learned that Leah was a high-ranking magician from Meirenn. Once in their room they didn't even bother to dress, but jumped right into their bed. What followed was a night of the most intense pleasure Paul ever knew in his life. His mother turned out to be a passionate lover, and so did Agatha. Paul found that the worshipers of Kamadora were taught erotic techniques from very early age, and he got to experience their skill first-hand. Last not least, both women guided him on how to return the satisfaction. He fell asleep feeling hungry for more.

"Where are we?", he asked, although he knew the answer. He looked at the window.

The color of the sky was of a deep blue hue, deeper than the one Paul knew from the States. A forest of palm-trees surrounded the little hotel, and in the middle distance there was a white city with a red building towering over it. The building's architecture seemed strangely Oriental.

"It's Thali", he said.

His mother nodded.

So it was not a dream.

"Are we going back to States?", he asked.

Leah shook her head.

"We're staying here, on the Island of Kamadora, until we can go further - to the land of Meirenn. We're not going back."

And only then Paul realized that the life that he hated was over for him and a new one began.