Feature Writer: ahaz
Feature Title: THE GODDESS 2
Published: 19.01.2019
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: Arthur had lived a life of pain before he discovered a book
The Goddess 2
Chapter 1
George Claybourne left the bookshop feeling a little disappointment, he had wanted to pick up a good book for the weekend but nothing in the small shop had taken his fancy.
Walking down the busy London high street he might as well have been walking across a dessert, despite the press of bodies all around him George was adrift on a lonely and personal sea.
London in the late sixties was a busy and exciting place for most young people. But the sexual revolution and free love had kind of passed George by. He was twenty two, a virgin and in love. The reason he had moved to London was that the person he had fallen in love with was his own mother.
When George’s father was alive he had been able to keep the feelings he had for his mother under control. But after his father’s death two years ago he found himself getting more and more obsessed with his mother.
A year ago he decided that he would have to put some distance between them, so he had moved to London and found a job. At first George was convinced that the distance would help him to forget the feelings he had been having and move on with his life, but instead the feelings got worse. Now he not only lusted after his mother, he missed her terribly as well.
After a year of living in London his life consisted of working in a small office as a clerk and living in a dingy bed-sit. He had no social life, for one thing he was painfully shy, mainly because George had always suffered from a feeling that something didn’t quite fit right.
Every weekend George set out on a Saturday morning and took his dirty clothes to a launderette. While they were in the machines he would do his shopping for the week and take it back home. Then while his laundry was drying he would scour the local bookshops for a few books to last him over the weekend and some of the evenings for the next week.
Today he had been unable to find anything that appealed to him and walked dejectedly back to collect his clothes.
Walking back to his bed-sit George passed a lorry outside of an old house. Several bits of furniture had been thrown in the lorry but what caught George’s eye was three books that had been placed just underneath the edge of the lorry. George felt he was somehow drawn to the books, they were large and a bit tatty in places but George knew that he had to have them.
He waited beside of the lorry until two men came out of the house with an old threadbare sofa and threw it onto the lorry.
“Excuse me,” George said to the older of the two men. “Um, these books here, you wouldn’t be able to tell me who I could see about buying them could you?”
The man looked George up and down and looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Well mate, we’ve gotta clear the place and take it up the tip. But I reckon I could turn me back for a moment or two for a fiver.”
Five pounds was a sizable portion of George’s pay for the week and he knew that after he had paid his rent he would be short of cash until next payday. But George had to have those books, he didn’t know why, but he had to.
Paying for the books George struggled home with his laundry and the three heavy volumes.
Chapter 2
Arriving back at his bed-sit George took some time to put away his clean clothes before making a pot of tea and sitting at the table to examine his purchase. The largest volume was at least two foot square and about four inches thick. George went to open the large book and found the cover and pages seemed to be stuck together and wouldn’t open.
The second book was also about two foot square but only two inches thick, to Georges frustration this one also seemed to be bonded closed.
Feeling very foolish George guessed he had been conned by the workmen, these were obviously fake books for some purpose and he had parted with most of his money to buy them.
Finally he picked up the final book, this was quite a bit smaller than the others. At about eighteen inches by twelve inches and about two inches thick it was still a substantial volume.
George half expected this book to be sealed as well but too his delight it opened and he found himself looking at a diary written in quite an ornate hand. The first entry was dated 13 October 1653, George was shocked if this was a genuine diary from the Seventeenth Century it would give an incredible insight into how people lived back then.
Wondering how long a period the book covered he flipped through to the last page in the book, to his surprise it was dated 13 April 1967.
George sat thinking for a moment. The handwriting at the beginning and end of the book looked to be the same person but over three hundred years later. This had to be someone’s idea of a bad joke, he could imagine how they were laughing at the idiot who had paid a fiver for two fake books and a made up journal. Shrugging his shoulders George decided he might as well read the thing now that he had bought it.
“13 October 1657. Greetings reader, my name is Eva, I am the latest chosen of the Goddess. At last I have finished translating the ritual for summoning the goddess. It has taken me two years since I first discovered the book to get this far.
“It has occurred to me that it will save whoever comes after me if I keep a diary of my work on the book. I also intend to copy out a full translation, except for the glyphs, they can’t be copied without activating them.
“So you who are reading this must be my successor, you probably wonder why you can’t open the other books you have found. I protected them with a glyph, when you have finished reading this page you will be able to open the books.
“Unfortunately the way the goddess works that will do you little good to start with. Apart from the first page which details the ritual I have just translated the other pages are blank. I believe that when I complete the ritual I will have access to the other pages, we will see.”
George couldn’t resist checking the other books, to his delight they now opened.
The larger book had on it’s first page an unintelligible scrawl and a complicated pattern resembling a Celtic knot that he assumed was the glyph.
The other book had what appeared to be a neatly written translation of the first book. As he had been told from the diary George found all the other pages to be blank.
“Okay so there might be something to this after all, it’s weird but still. I think I need to read the rest of the journal first and see what I am letting myself in for here.” George spoke aloud to his empty room.
“21 October 1657. I am despoiled, lower than the snake that crawls on it’s belly. The ritual called for the four fluids of a woman, her spit, her blood, and both those from betwixt her legs. I have debased myself to collect one of the latter, Goddess I hope you can forgive for I cannot.”
This woman has some serious hang-ups George thought.
“28 October 1657. Goddess forgive me I have sunk even lower. The ritual also called for the four fluids of the male. To acquire these fluids I tempted a hungry vagabond into my house, after he was fed I led him to believe I desired him. To my everlasting shame I put my lips to his foul staff. After I had collected those fluids he slept, he awoke to find himself tied to my bed and a knife to his throat. Surprisingly the foul creature offered up his urine without me even having to ask. At my request he even donated some of his spittle, I know I didn’t ask him to project it onto my face but at least I was able to collect some of it. His blood I collected from a small nick in his thigh. I have drugged him with some Bloodroot extract, tonight I shall dump in the woods and leave him in the goddess’s care.”
“Christ this chick has some serious problems, she agonizes over having to give guy a blowjob and then kills him in such a casual way.” George thought. “I hope to fuck I don’t run into her!”
“5 November 1657. All is in readiness, I have prepared the glyph and then the ring according to the ritual. Tonight I shall don the ring and meet with the Goddess.”
“19 December 1657. O Goddess I am accursed. I awoke this morning after summoning the Goddess, I have slept for more than a month! The Goddess has cursed me for my sins, where once between my legs was the discrete sex of the woman the Goddess has made me share that space with the vain shaft of man! I don’t know what I can do except pray to the Goddess to remove this monstrosity and work through the remaining rituals to see if one can undo this horrid thing.”
George had to read the last entry several times before it sank in. It seemed that Eva had been given both male and female genitals, to her disgust.
Something sounded familiar about that and George immediately reached for his dictionary, he thought it was a hermaphrodite or something that sounded like that.
Finding it he read very brief description of a medical condition, it seemed they were generally poor incomplete creatures that were not completely male or female. From the description given by Eva, George had the impression this was a complete set of male and female genitalia.
Something clicked in George’s mind as he read this, somehow this seemed right, George knew at that moment that he wanted this.
Reading on George found that Eva spent the next year ranting occasionally in her journal about her condition before she settled down to translate the rest of the rituals.
The entries became sporadic after that, sometimes two or three years would go by before Eva made another entry in the book. The entry would speak of another ritual translated and would be followed by a month or so of ranting that it wouldn’t cure her condition before she settled down again. Flipping through the entries George stopped at one that caught his eye.
“5 June 1701. I was sat brushing my hair in front of the mirror this morning when a thought occurred to me — You will be seventy next week and still not a grey hair — I paused for a moment and took a look at myself. It wasn’t just no grey hairs, my face was still that of a young woman, I hadn’t even noticed. I don’t seem to have aged a day since I put on that accursed ring. Will this mean I will live forever as this half woman half man monstrosity. Goddess please grant me release from this fate.”
Other than the occasional rant the journal only told about how every twenty years or so Eva would move to another town so that no one would find out that she wasn’t aging.
The last entry in the diary surprised George, when he had flicked to the back of the book earlier the last date was the 13 April 1967 and it ended halfway down a page. Now the last entry was two days later and carried on from the last.
“15 April 1967. Well reader my time is done. This last entry was protected by runes placed on the pages you have already read, I wanted to be sure you had read of my life before you go any further. The ring is off now and the years are fast catching up on me.
“This morning I was a healthy young woman but this evening I am an old lady waiting to die. I have a few last words to impart to you and I shall retire to my bed, the remaining years can overtake me while I sleep. The Goddess has granted me a long life, and I am sure you will feel I have wasted the opportunities I have been given. In a way you are right but I couldn’t break with what I knew to be right.
“You might ask why the Goddess picked one such as me rather than someone who would use their abilities, I wondered that for many years. The truth is that I was a caretaker, like my predecessors we have guarded the Goddess’ gifts but have been loath to use them. The Goddess has shown me that you will be different, good luck and may the Goddess help you to be at peace with what you must do.”
Senility is creeping up on me faster than I expected, soon my time will be done.
I have no doubts that you are reading this thinking it is impossible and that even if it was possible there is no way you want to carry out this ritual. I am sorry but you will not have any choice, free will in this does not exist for you.
“You will perform the ritual, you will wear the Goddess’ ring. Enjoy your life, after all it will be a long one. Goodbye.”
Chapter 3
George sat back in his seat deep in thought. Could it really be possible? It seemed almost like a dream come true, oddly he wasn’t aware that it was his dream until he read the book. This was almost like the missing piece of the puzzle of why his life had never quite fit.
He was sure of one thing though, Eva was wrong, he wasn’t about to fight this, he was going to embrace this opportunity as soon as he could.
He realised after he had sat thinking that it had grown late as he read the journal and he was tired. Carefully putting the books away for tonight George made his way to bed.
George dreamt of the Goddess that night. She was a beautiful creature that at once was all woman and part woman, part man. Her beauty left George breathless yet in the morning he couldn’t say exactly what she looked like.
In his dreams he spent the night making love to her, one moment George was a woman being taken by the Goddess’ huge weapon. Then he would be a man ravishing this beauty that was suddenly all female. Then both he and the Goddess were hermaphrodites and making love in several different positions.
George woke to a cold wet bed, judging by the mess he had ejaculated several times during the night. Feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable George sponged himself off at the sink as best he could and stripped the bed.
Pulling on his dressing gown and grabbing a clean towel he left his room and made his way to the shared bathroom. Thankfully it was empty and George locked the door and started the bath filling.
Relaxing in a hot bath George thanked God, no sorry, the Goddess that it was a Sunday morning and the other people on this floor were probably sleeping off their hangovers from last night, that meant he would have the bathroom to himself for a while this morning.
Eventually returning to his room George made himself some breakfast and tried to work out a plan of action.
Although he hadn’t read the ritual yet he knew from the diary that he would need the assorted juices of a man and a woman.
The man was no problem he could provide all of those himself, but what about the woman? George didn’t know any women that he could easily acquire these things from, and he couldn’t just walk up to a stranger and ask them could he?
Mother! Suddenly George sat up in his chair, yes his mother could be the best source of the fluids he required but how to get them?
He had some sleeping tablets the doctor had given him, could he slip some in a drink for his mother and collect her fluids as she slept?
George wasn’t sure he could stoop so low as that, but still he may have to resort to that.
His mother was very much into the ideas of the hippy culture and believed in a Goddess, or at least she spoke as if she did.
Eva had said she slept for six weeks or so when she donned the ring, would his mother believe in a Goddess enough to watch him sleep for six weeks.
He certainly couldn’t do it here, he couldn’t pay the rent six weeks in advance and the landlord would be in here like a shot if the rent was late.
He could just imagine being carted off to hospital while the changes Eva spoke of happened, they would want to study him for years, he probably would never escape from the doctors clutches.
No the only option was home. He just had to work out how much to tell his mother!
George got out the translation of the rituals and read through the spell he would have to use. It seemed simple enough, he would have to make an exact copy of the rune and place a gold ring in the center of the pattern, then pour some of the mixed juices he had collected over them. Then he only had to put on the ring at midnight that night.
Pulling out the original book George practiced drawing out the complicated picture, it was something like a complicated Celtic knot.
After three attempts George was happy that he had got it right, perhaps the art degree wouldn’t be a total waste. George burnt the failed attempts at copying the rune.
After writing out his notice to his employer and his landlord George packed all of his belonging and loaded his car. Carefully loading the books into his car he set off on the long drive to his home in Wiltshire.
Chapter 4
George walked into the living room and threw his hat onto a chair, he was just about to call to his mother when he heard some unmistakable sounds from upstairs.
The gasp followed by a low moan was clearly his mothers voice, and to George it sounded as sexy as hell. He felt his penis harden as his imagination went into overdrive. George crept quietly up the stairs, he stopped stunned at the sight reflected in the landing mirror.
Cilla was on her knees on her bed with her ass pointing towards the open door. George could clearly see the white plastic shaft that split her ass cheeks, he could even see where the shaft emerged from her anus.
Cilla’s right hand was between her legs, to George it looked like she had at least three fingers stuffed in her pussy and moving rapidly.
“Oh yeah George, fuck my ass honey” He heard Cilla moan as her other hand reached around and forced the shaft further up her ass.
George watched in fascination as his mother called his name over and over as she thrust her hand into her pussy and the vibrator up her ass repeatedly. Her movements became jerky and she rammed the plastic cock as deep as she could as her moan raised in volume suddenly.
“Ohhhhh Geeeorge!” Cilla shrieked.
George watched his mother slowly collapse onto the bed before he crept slowly back down the stairs. Suddenly embarrassed at his voyeurism George rushed out of the house and drove quickly away.
Back at the house Cilla slowly pulled her hand from her wet nest and slowly and lovingly cleaned her juices from it.
She smiled to herself as she slid the plastic toy from her ass and brought it up to her face. Cilla inhaled the heavy aroma of her ass, she moaned softly as she took the plastic shaft into her mouth and tasted her darkest place. She spent a few minutes pretending it was her son’s cock that had just been pulled from her open anus.
Eventually she took her toy to the bathroom and cleaned it and herself.
Pulling on a robe she went downstairs.
Cilla thought about George as she walked into the living room, she had realised several years ago that she had feelings for her son that no mother should ever have. He seemed to have such a gentle strength, unlike his father.
Gordon had been a cruel man who thought his wife’s body belonged to him to do as he wished. Cilla had been brought up to believe that he had the right to do it.
When Gordon had died Cilla had felt like she had been freed, and her fantasies had been freed as well.
When George had left to go to London Cilla had been heartbroken. Although in time she found that it gave her more freedom to enjoy her masturbatory fantasies whenever she felt like it. she still missed her son and wished he would come back.
Cilla walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on before returning to the living room.
As soon as she walked back into the room she saw her son’s hat on the chair. George had been back! And it looked like he left in a hurry,
Cilla felt her pussy get wet again at the thought of her son spying on her masturbating. A wicked grin appeared on her face as an idea came to mind.
Chapter 5
An hour later George walked into the house trying to look like he had just arrived.
“Hi mum” He said and looked down at where his mother sat on the floor. She had a spread of Tarot cards in front of her and at the angle she was leaning over the cards George could see right down the front of her loose dress, he could see her heavy breasts hanging freely.
George felt his cock getting hard again.
“Oh George! It’s good to see you baby!” She said happily. Climbing to her feet Cilla crossed the short distance to her son and hugged him tightly. As she held her son one of her hands slid down to his ass and pulled his crotch into hers, she could feel his hardness press into her.
“Did you enjoy the preview baby?” she whispered in his ear. “the main feature is even better!” she breathed.
“Uh, mum, I’m sorry I didn’t …” George stammered.
“It’s okay honey.” Cilla whispered and kissed her son.
When George felt her wet tongue slide into his mouth he felt himself responding. As his tongue crept tentatively into his mothers mouth George cupped one of her heavy breasts in his hand and ran his thumb over the hard nub at it’s centre.
Cilla moaned softly as George played with her breast before abruptly pulling away from him.
Just as George was about to apologize for groping her Cilla dropped to her knees and quickly undid his belt. Pulling down his trousers and underpants at the same time Cilla gasped as his huge cock sprang free.
Her husband had been well endowed but George was even bigger, she estimated he had to be at least ten inches long and impressively thick. Her anus spasm ed as she imagined her fantasy of having her son’s cock buried deep in her ass.
Cilla slowly licked her way around the swollen glans of George’s cock before she enclosed his head in her hot mouth her hands reaching around to knead his butt.
George groaned as his cock gradually slid into Cilla’s throat, his mother kept going until her nose was pressed firmly into George’s pubes.
“Oh god mum I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” George sighed as he ran his fingers lovingly through Cilla’s short black hair.
George couldn’t help himself from thrusting his hips and was soon fucking his mother’s face as he held her head still. Each thrust rammed his cock deep into her tight throat before George withdrew until just his cock head was in Cilla’s mouth.
“Oh goddess I’m gonna cum!” George shouted as Cilla felt his ass cheeks tighten in her hands.
Cilla pulled back and opened her mouth wide, her eyes sought out her son’s. They locked eyes as with a final jerk of his hips George spewed his cum into his mothers waiting mouth.
George watched Cilla’s mouth fill up with his creamy spunk, she had to close her mouth and swallow and George’s last shot splattered across Cilla’s lips and nose.
George pulled his mother to her feet and looked at her cum soaked face. To her delight George leant into her and carefully licked off every trace of his semen then kissed her, his tongue searching for any remaining traces of his own cum.
When they parted Cilla looked at George, he could see the love and lust in her eyes.
“Take me to bed and fuck me.” Cilla breathed before she kissed him again.
Cilla took George’s hand and lead him to the stairs.
Standing beside the bed Cilla wasted no time stripping her son and pushing him back onto the bed.
Straddling his young body with the skirt of her dress pooling around them Cilla reached down for George’s still hard cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Cilla’s moan mixed with George’s as she sank down on his hard shaft.
Cilla rode George’s cock hard for a few minutes her cries getting louder and louder as she climbed towards her peak. George tried to reach up and free his mother’s breasts but she grasped his wrists and forced his hands back down to his sides.
Cilla’s cries gradually changed from the sounds of passion to desperation as her orgasm eluded her. Eventually she collapsed sobbing onto George’s chest.
Concerned George held her tightly as she lay still impaled on his shaft.
“What is it mum? I’m sorry I never meant to hurt you.” George felt an ache deep inside of himself as Cilla sobbed on his chest.
“It, it’s n-not y-you!” Cilla cried. “It’s your father, H-he did th-this to m-me!”
“Did what mum? What did dad do to you?” George tried to calm her down.
“He spent years training me, forcing me to only achieve release from,” Cilla sobbed, “well you saw me earlier, I, I need it like that.”
Cilla wouldn’t look at George as she spoke haltingly. George carefully raised his mother’s face to his own and kissed her tenderly.
“Mum I’ll do anything you want me to. Ok.” George whispered.
Cilla climbed off of George’s cock and knelt on the bed. He aimed his thick cock at her slightly open asshole and pressed forward slowly, George watched as her ass spread open to receive him. Cilla moaned into a pillow as he slid further and further into the silken heat of her ass.
George paused for a moment as his balls rested against her mutilated pussy, he could feel Cilla’s hand around his balls then suddenly he could feel her knuckles gliding over the underside of his cock. It took George a moment to realise she had slipped her entire hand into her pussy, he could feel her hand through the thin barrier that separated them.
“Fuck me George,” Cilla panted as her fist began moving deep in her gaping sex, “Fuck me hard baby, I need it so much.”
George started sliding in and out of Cilla’s ass, as her hand had filled her pussy it had made Cilla’s ass gloriously tight.
“Harder, now I need you harder please,” Cilla begged her son.
George picked up his pace and rammed Cilla’s ass as hard as he could.
“Yes, yes, I’m cumming. Ohhhh yeasssss,” Cilla shrieked as her ass clenched tightly around George. As her ass spasm-ed around him George cried out and spilled his seed deep into Cilla’s pulsing butt.
George collapsed over Cilla and rolling onto his side pulled her un-resisting body to him as his cock slipped out of her leaking ass.
“Thank you George,” Cilla murmured as she drifted off to sleep.
George awoke to find himself alone in the bed. Getting up he padded naked downstairs and found his mother curled up in a ball on the sofa.
“Mum, What is it, I thought you wanted us to do this!” George murmured as he picked his mother up and sat placing her on his lap.
Cilla cried into his chest for a while before she spoke.
“This is what he has reduced us to. The fucking bastard.”
“Sorry, I thought you enjoyed it. I don’t understand mum.”
Cilla kissed George lightly, he could taste her tears on her face.
“I wanted to make love to you George. I wanted to be a woman for you. But he has turned me into an animal that can only fuck like a dog,” she sobbed.
George picked Cilla up and carried her back to the bedroom. Laying her carefully on the bed George lay beside of her and softly kissed away her tears.
Moving to her lips George kissed Cilla lovingly as his hands roamed across her shoulders and neck. Cilla sighed softly from time to time as George’s careful fingers found sweet spots on Cilla’s body.
George caressed the soft breasts avoiding her center. As Cilla’s moans grew in volume George rolled Cilla onto her side and slid his hard cock slowly into Cilla’s pussy.
George held his cock still inside of Cilla as his hands and lips kept seeking out sensitive areas. Cilla let out a soft groan as George kissed and nibbled at the skin just behind her ear, a shudder ran through Cilla and her pussy briefly clenched his rigid tool.
Cilla felt her body shake again and again as George’s slow loving caress excited her body in a way she had never felt before.
Gradually the shuddering and twitching blended together until her body was constantly being wracked with pleasurable spasms.
Cilla kissed George hard and buried her face in his neck, a low moan came from her rising to a keening wail as her body thrashed against George.
Through her orgasm Cilla was dimly aware of George’s cock pulsing as his seed was fired deep into her womb.
Cilla woke a few minutes later to be greeted by George’s loving smile.
“Hi mum,” he whispered.
“Hi yourself,” Cilla murmured a lazy smile on her face.
“Now that’s making love!” George said grinning, he kissed Cilla slowly and moved his hips backwards.
Cilla giggled slightly as his soft cock slipped from her body with a wet sound.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that,” Cilla asked.
“I didn’t, it just felt right to be like that with you mum. I think I need a drink.”
Cilla kissed George and climbed out of bed. She held out her hand to her son and led him naked down to the kitchen.
Chapter 6
As they sat at the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to boil George couldn’t help chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” Cilla asked curiously.
“Well yesterday I was miserable. I loved a woman that I didn’t think would ever be able to see as anything other than her son. I was hundreds of miles away from her and alone.” George said, Cilla reached over the table and took his hand.
“And now I am sitting naked in her kitchen after an afternoon of the most incredible sex. But I may have to ruin it all.” George finished with a sad smile at his mother.
A look of pain crossed Cilla’s face.
“Oh, I guess it was too much to think that you would want me.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
George rushed around the table and hugged his mother before her tears could flow.
“No mum you don’t understand, it’s not that I don’t want you. It’s more the other way around.”
“George I love you, I know you are my son and we shouldn’t do this but I want you more than anything in life. I couldn’t bear to lose you now.” Cilla held George tightly as she spoke.
George pulled away from his mother and made the tea in silence. When he sat back down he took both her hands in his.
“Look mum, Cilla, you believe in the Goddess don’t you?”
“Yes sort of, I don’t quite understand how this has got anything to do with us though.” Cilla sounded puzzled.
“Well, I found a ritual that would bring me closer to the goddess. I want to, no I have to do this ritual but it will change me. I don’t know if you will want me then,” George sighed and squeezed his mothers hands.
“Change you how, I mean I love you, that won’t change will it?”
“Well I will become sort of female,” George said carefully watching Cilla.
“Sort of Female? I don’t see how it could, d’you mean you’re going to start wearing ladies clothes. That’s odd but it’s not going to put me off love.”
“No it’s more than that, the changes will be real and permanent, very permanent. I know it sounds unbelievable but I know it’s true. And I want your help.”
“Ok lets assume I believe it too. What help do you need?” Cilla tried to keep the doubt from her voice.
“Well I am going to need a plain gold ring. And some intimate fluids,” George blushed as he looked at his naked mother.
“Intimate fluids? D’you mean …”
“Yes amongst others. I will need a small amount of your pussy juice, some urine, spit and a little blood. And I need the same from me, well not pussy juice obviously but semen and the others.”
“Well ok, I know what, grab a bowl from the cupboard a minute.”
When George got the bowl Cilla cleared the table and lay across it with her legs spread wide and her feet resting on two chairs.
“God I’m gonna love this honey. I’ve got both of our juices in me already. If you fist me you can collect all the juice you want sweetie,” Cilla said and grinned at her son.
George grinned back at her and knelt on the floor between her spread legs. Her pussy gaped slightly, he could see a milky white mixture of their juices oozing slowly from her entrance.
Positioning the bowl under Cilla’s butt George slipped two fingers into his mother. The fingers slid easily into her loose hole so George quickly added a third and then a fourth finger.
Cilla moaned as George worked the fingers in and out of her stretched pussy. As he pushed his four fingers in he could see some scar tissue didn’t stretch in the same way as the rest of Cilla’s pussy. She yelped in pain and George stopped, He couldn’t continue, it would hurt her and the last thing George ever wanted to do was hurt his mother.
George carefully removed his fingers, hearing a splatting sound from the bowl he could see some of his mothers cum mixed with his own had dripped from her opening.
After scraping his hand against the side of the bowl to collect what had stuck to his fingers George reached up and hugged his mother to his chest, they could both hear over the sound of her tears he could hear a slow steady dripping sound.
“Are you okay mum?” George asked concern and love evident in his voice.
“Yeah I’m okay honey, it just stings a bit now. Well we had better get on. We need to get some blood from both of us don’t we?”
George stood up and picked up the bowl, the milky liquid was now tinged with pink where Cilla had bled a little from the fisting.
“I don’t think we need to collect your blood, I think there’s enough in here already. I’ll just get a knife a minute.”
George helped his mother off the table and sat her down with a fresh cup of tea before fetching a small knife from the drawer. Holding his hand over the bowl he made a small cut in his thumb and squeezed out several drops of blood into the mixture. It only took a moment more to add their spit to the bowl and they only had their piss to add to the mixture.
George got a couple of glasses and took Cilla to bathroom.
When he asked her to Cilla squatted over the toilet while George held the glass near her pussy. Cilla struggled for a moment to relax enough for a small dribble of her pee to start.
When she saw George collect the dribble in his glass she suddenly relaxed, a sudden strong flow shot out missing the glass and covering George’s hand. George quickly re-positioned the glass and let it fill about halfway up before removing it from Cilla’s stream of hot piss.
George held the glass up to the light and swilled it around like a wine connoisseur. As Cilla watched in shock he carefully sniffed the golden liquid before putting the glass to his lips and drinking about three quarters of the glass.
“Mmm, a fine vintage that. I think I may have to try some direct from the source next time.” George stated in a mock pompous voice.
Cilla couldn’t help herself and collapsed laughing, she couldn’t believe how erotic it looked watching her son drink her own piss with evident relish. Suddenly something that had seemed dirty and a little unpleasant now seemed as sexy as hell, Cilla couldn’t wait to taste George’s and quickly got off the toiled and climbed into the bath. Kneeling down she looked over to her naked son.
“Come here baby, I want you to piss on mommy’s tits and in her mouth.”
George quickly climbed in and stood over his mother. He thought he would have problems starting but the sudden thought that he hadn’t been since he got up this morning caused a desperate need to pee.
George held his rod as a jet of his boiling piss shot out and sprayed over his mother’s large tits, George worked his strong flow over her tits for a moment before moving it up to Cilla’s open mouth.
Cilla’s mouth filled up quickly and she spat some into the glass while George played his piss around her neck and shoulders. When Cilla had put down the glass George moved his cock up to her lips, Cilla opened her mouth to accept the pissing shaft and greedily drank down the salty slightly acrid liquid.
“Save some for me love,” George said as he felt his flow tapering off.
When Cilla let George’s cock slip from her lips he could see her cheeks bulging with his collect piss. George quickly pulled his mother to her feet and kissed her, their mouths opening as they shared the last of his golden piss. George rubbed his body against his mother’s breasts spreading his wetness over them both.
They separated breathlessly and after a hug Cilla pulled the curtain closed and started the shower. George and Cilla washed each other carefully and tenderly. They were not trying to arouse each other just enjoying the sensual and loving closeness that they both needed.
Later they returned to the kitchen and added some of the two glasses of piss to the mixture.
“Umm mum I need a gold ring to finish this, have you still got that one dad wore?” George asked.
“Yeah I’ll go and get it for you,” Cilla said and went upstairs.
When she returned she found George staring glassy eyed at a point in the middle of the table.
“George, are you okay?” Cilla asked unnerved by the expression on his face.
George seemed to sag suddenly, he shook himself and looking at Cilla he smiled broadly.
“The Goddess just spoke to me!” George said, surprise and elation evident in his voice, “She told me that if you wish to accept the Goddess with me she accept both of us,” Cilla sat down heavily and starred at him soon for some time.
“So what would that mean for us?”
“If we accept the Goddess we will be remade in her form. That means we would both become young women, I think around twenty, but we would have something else,” George took a deep breath before continuing.
“We would also have a cock just above our pussy, no balls although we would be fertile.”
“You can’t be serious George that’s not possible,” Cilla laughed as she imagined herself with a thick cock, then an image appeared in her mind of her cock ploughing into a beautiful girl, the girl looked just like Cilla as a youth. Her pussy suddenly started to ooze it’s cream when she realized the girl also had a thick cock that was pressed between their bellies as they fucked.
“Mum, you’ve got to trust me on this. But you also need to know it’s a one way decision, you could take off the ring an hour after you wake from the changes but you would die of old age by midnight.
The Goddess is a wonderful creature but she is not forgiving of those who change their minds. And the last thing is, she said you would be bound to me for the rest of your life.”
“Bound to you, doesn’t she know that I love you as a son and as a lover, how much more bound can I be,” Cilla whispered looking at George, the love she felt for her son clearly visible in her eyes.
“So, It’s nine o’clock now, I need to perform the ritual at midnight. If you are going to join me I will need to know by eleven so that I can draw a new glyph,” George came around the table and kissed his mother, he held her in his arms and led her into the living room. Sitting on the sofa they spent some time kissing and holding each other.
“I want to do it George, I want to be yours forever!” Cilla said at last.
“Oh thank the Goddess, mum, I was so worried that you wouldn’t want this,” George pulled Cilla towards him and kissed her soundly.
“Well lets get on with it then,” she told him with a grin.
George got his drawing materials from the car and settled down to draw the glyph the goddess had put in his mind. The pattern was very much like the one he had done earlier but this design had two centers all linked with the complicated knot pattern.
At George’s request Cilla put out a note for the milkman and the paper boy cancelling deliveries until further notice before she returned to his side and watched him draw the complicated design.
When George had finished he placed the paper on the table and put the ring Cilla had given him and her own wedding ring on the two centers of the glyph.
He carefully poured some of the sticky mixture they had collected over the rings. A thick black cloud seemed to rise above the paper for a moment before it settled back down. When the cloud had disappeared George and Cilla could see that the paper was now blank but the design seemed to have somehow been transferred onto the rings.
Taking the rings George led Cilla up to the bedroom and lay her down on her bed. Climbing on beside of her he gave her one of the rings.
“We need to put them on at the same time mum. Just never forget I love you,” George said, he held out his right hand with the index finger extended.
“I love you too son.” Cilla said and copied his actions. Slowly using their left hands Cilla and George slipped the ring onto each others finger. Within moments they both appeared to be asleep.
As they slept a faint glow surrounded Eva’s diary as a powerful rune activated. A faint ripple in the texture of reality appeared above the book and spread rapidly outwards. As the ripple passed a record changed here and there, a date of birth here, an M became an F, or a name would change until reality adjusted to fit the sleepers.
Chapter 7
Cilla woke feeling a strange but wonderful sensation, looking down towards her crotch she could see a beautiful woman with long black hair, the woman had her lips wrapped around the head of a huge cock. With a start she realised firstly that the cock was hers and was the source of the new sensations, and secondly that she was looking at a woman who looked like Cilla had when she was twenty.
“George?” Cilla gasped as she realized who she was looking at.
“Hi mum,” George stood up and held a hand out to his mother, “Come see what we look like.”
Cilla could already see what George looked like, he had Cilla’s face from her twenties, tall and slender with large breasts capped with dark pink nipples. He had long straight black hair reaching down to his waist. Cilla found herself riveted by the sight of George’s penis, it seemed even bigger than before, standing hard and erect it clearly showed the pussy lips under the shaft.
“Mum!” George voice brought her gaze away from George’s genitalia and up to his/her face.
She took the offered hand.
George led his mother to the mirror and stood behind her, he held out their joined hands. Around the index finger of each of their hands it looked like a Celtic knot had been tattooed in a band.
“This is the mark of the Goddess,” George told his mother, “All who come to her will bear this mark, and all who are born to her children will wear it.”
Cilla looked carefully at the mark.
“It’s the pattern from the ring isn’t it? The one you drew out on paper first?” she asked.
“Yep, it’s a sign of completeness, the pattern never ends you see.”
His hands reached around to her large breasts. Cilla gazed at herself and her new twin, try as she might Cilla couldn’t find a single difference between them. George gently pulled on her erect nipples, Cilla groaned and pushed her ass back into George, she could feel his hard shaft pressing its hot length into her back.
“These are as young and firm as they once were.” George murmured in her ear before one hand swept lower and sliding around her throbbing cock, down to her pussy. Cilla whimpered softly as George found the nub of her exposed clit.
“And this is young again, there’s no hood as your new cock grew from there.”
“Oh George baby, fuck me, fuck mummy,” Cilla groaned as he teased her nipples and clit.
“No,” George said and pulled his hands back.
“No, oh please honey,” Cilla was devastated, she had begun to believe that he wanted her.
“No mum, ‘cos you’re gonna fuck me with this,” George grasped Cilla’s firm cock and stroked its length a couple of times.
Turning to her son Cilla giggled as their cocks bumped together.
“That could be fun, I’ve never fucked anyone before,” she grinned and kissed George.
“And I’ve never been fucked before, so what are we waiting for?” George smiled at his mother.
George lay down on the bed and looked at his mother. She looked between his legs, his long thick cock stood straight up pointing at the ceiling and his pussy lips had parted to reveal the pink interior glistening with his excitement.
“Fuck me mum,” he said as his hands teased his erect nipples.
Cilla crawled between George’s open legs and grinned at her son.
“Oh I might, later, but first I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat a pussy, and now I guess I can find out.”
Cilla didn’t waste any time on subtlety and drove her long tongue deep into George’s wet hole to taste him. A loud groan escaped him as Cilla’s tongue lapped clumsily at his virgin pussy.
When Cilla moved up a little and rasped her tongue over George’s erect clit his body tensed. His moan turned into a shrill cry as George grabbed his mothers head and ground it into his crotch, his body convulsed as she sucked his clit between her lips. George crashed into his first female orgasm, at the same time his cock erupted spewing his thick cream into the air to splatter back down over his stomach and Cilla’s hair.
“Oh Goddess that felt good!” George gasped as he released his mother’s head.
Cilla’s face reappeared covered in George’s thick pussy juice, droplets of his semen ran down her face to join the mess.
“That was fun,” Cilla’s said grinning, “You taste incredible.”
“Please mum, I want you in me!”
Cilla crawled up George’s body until her face was level with his.
They kissed tenderly at first but within moments George’s tongue slipped into Cilla’s mouth exploring the new taste of his own sex.
“You know you can’t still be called George, it doesn’t suit you now,” Cilla pointed out when they parted.
“I know mum, I am Eva now, that was my predecessors name and I want to honor her memory every time I use it.”
“That’s sweet, Eva, I like that. Are you ready love?”
Eva grinned wryly.
“I’ve been ready for ages, but I had to wait until after you got your first fix of my juice.”
Cilla placed the tip of her thick cock at Eva’s entrance and pressed forward slowly. To her surprise she glided in like Eva’s pussy was just made for her cock, which of course it had been. They both groaned as they felt the sensations of penetration from the other side for the first time.
“Oh sweet Goddess, that feels so fucking good,” Eva gasped as Cilla’s weight settled on her.
“I can’t believe how hot and tight you feel,” Cilla whispered kissing Eva and gently tugging on her lower lip with her own lips.
“I never realized it felt so good for guys.”
“Mmmm, now if I remember rightly you are supposed to move now.” Eva whispered back.
Cilla pulled a face before kissing her son, daughter and lover.
“Spoilsport, I was just enjoying being in you instead of the other way around.”
Cilla started to pump her cock slowly in and out of Eva. At first she was finding it awkward and it was only the incredible length of her hard cock that kept her in Eva at times. She soon managed to find her rhythm and started fucking her lover hard.
Eva was crying out and moaning constantly as the flood of new sensations pushed her closer and closer to release. Suddenly Cilla stopped pumping and gasped, her body jerked spasmodically and she screamed as she flooded Eva’s new pussy with her cum.
Eva had already cum once earlier and wasn’t close enough yet so before Cilla had come down from her orgasm Eva had rolled them over so that she was on top of Cilla. She quickly slid off of Cilla’s cock and slid her own cock into Cilla in one smooth thrust.
Eva slowly worked her cock in and out of Cilla’s sopping pussy knowing it wouldn’t take her long to blow her load deep into the womb that bore her. Cilla still had stopped cumming from fucking Eva’s incredible pussy and Eva’s slow screwing kept her cumming continuously. Eva cried out and flooded Cilla’s pussy with her cum as with one last scream Cilla passed out.
Cilla opened her eyes as she was softly kissed, she stared into Eva’s beautiful face and could see the love her ex-son felt for her.
“Oh my, fuck that was intense,” she murmured as Eva held her close, “Thank you Goddess.”
Eva smiled at her and helped her to the bathroom. Eva sat Cilla on the toilet seat as she ran a bath for them. When the water was ready Eva climbed in and sat as far back as she could. Smiling Cilla climbed in in front of her and lay back into Eva’s arms. She sighed contentedly as Eva slowly washed her mother, pausing frequently to kiss and caress her.
Cilla lay back enjoying her lover’s touch, gradually her murmurs of appreciation tailed off and Eva realised she had fallen asleep. Eva lay holding her mother and smiled. There would be time enough to do the Goddess’ work, for now though it was enough to relax and feel complete for the first time in her life. Eventually Eva woke Cilla and got her out of the bath. Pulling on a couple of Cilla’s bathrobes the pair went in search of food.
Chapter 8
The weeks passed quickly for Eva and Cilla.
Eva worked hard on the old Eva’s translated Glyphs while Cilla carried out some tasks for Eva.
The house was to be sold, and an apartment had to be found in London for them. And a new wardrobe was required for them both, Cilla had reasonable leeway on the wardrobe, Eva’s only stipulation was that dresses or skirts be of a heavy material to disguise the women’s difference.
Although busy there was always time for exploring their new bodies and enjoying the unique closeness that had developed between them.
One thing that quickly became apparent was that although Eva was clearly in charge of their lives and the works of the Goddess, when in bed she became more subservient. Most of their couplings would be Cilla penetrating Eva in any of her orifices. Cilla was surprised to find that she liked this new role in the bedroom, she had always been fucked but now it was mostly her that did the fucking.
Four months later they moved to London and into their new home.
Eva was ready to start work.
Cilla had been sent on a shopping trip.
“I need twelve gold rings, all plain, size isn’t important. But don’t buy more than one in any shop. They don’t have to be new so a pawn brokers or second hand shop might be a good place to start.” Eva told her.
While Cilla was out Eva had the pleasurable task of collecting the fluids she would need, her body was now well equipped to produce them all. After collecting them Eva drew out twelve Glyphs ready for Cilla’s return.
When Cilla got back she watched her lover make the twelve rings into ones similar to the ring that they had both placed on their fingers four months ago.
“What do you need twelve for?” Cilla asked at last.
Eva smiled at her.
“I don’t, at least not yet. You will find that you can sense if someone is ready to accept what the Goddess can offer. I sensed it about a group of people I came across about a year ago, long before I knew what the sensing was or even who the Goddess really is. Now we need to go and visit the first of them.”
“We?” Cilla sounded nervous.
Eva put her arms around her lover.
“Yes, we. Remember we are bound together for ever. We will sometimes be apart, but we will always be able to feel each other. But most things we need to do together.” Eva kissed Cilla tenderly.
“So where are we going?”
“To start with we are going to visit a little lingerie shop I’ve heard about.”
THE END