In arms of love

By the time Chastity had returned, it seemed that her mother had finished off the last of the Brothers. Those various-shaped but identically-masked strangers had all disappeared. Before they had gone, however, they had dragged a wide, stained mattress out from somewhere among the dark recesses of the room. It was upon this that the teen found her parent, still awake, but basking in some semi-conscious bliss. The older woman was running her hands, again and again, over the despoiled curves and contours of her own body. Sweat and seed drenched her. A glistening coating that made her adult form sparkle in what little light still made it through the draped windows high above. It struck Chastity that she had never seen her so at peace… The pent-up, nervous energy that had dominated over and controlled every aspect of her life to this point… seemed to have dissipated without a trace. At last, the girl started to realise why her mother had brought them here. This was finally a place where the lady of unwavering faith felt she could unload all that devotion.

Chastity shivered a little. The lack of barriers between her skin and the night becoming more noticeable when she wasn't so boiling over with the embarrassment of other's eyes. Yet, also… with the implications she now saw here. Her mother had been the centre of her small, enclosed universe every moment of her growing life. Harsh and cold, perhaps… but strong and always certain. Everything she knew about what was right and wrong came from that one being. She had followed along diligently as one path to the pearly gates after another was discarded as unfit for purpose. Was this really the one that struck truest? Was this really what God wanted from them?

The woman looked up from her trance, noticing her daughter's presence at last. She opened her arms wide in an obvious invitation. One that would have been a ridiculous pipe dream not so long ago. Chastity lay down into her mother's arms and felt the closeness she had always craved. The warmth and softness of skin against skin, tarnished only by the feel of those fluids which had been deposited on them now gluing them together. It was a strange and slimy feeling… and the smell which came off her mother was palpable. The mixed drenching of humanity she had received, along with the obvious gushing of her own inner desires lay so thick upon her presence as to be tastable. Her heart was still beating at a million miles a minute, where it could be felt pressed up in Mother's voluptuous chest squeezed against Chastity's own budding breasts.

Yet all of this was only part in parcel with the comforting feel of being wrapped in her parent's embrace. She felt safe again, at last. Everything that her mother had ever done, was done for love of her. If this was how she had decided they should live… then that was good enough for Chastity. She would just have to try to get used to these new changes. Try to learn what was expected of her in this place that was now home. The girl felt a light brush of lips against her forehead and the movement of breath across her hair follicles. For the first time in oh-so-many years, she fell asleep in her mother’s arms… and couldn’t help but do so smiling.