Chapter 14: The Revealed Secret

The moon had risen high in the sky by the time they made it to the bedroom, the soft glow casting shadows across the cabin walls. They had feasted on the salmon, their hunger for each other momentarily sated by the physical connection they had shared. But as they lay together, the flames of desire began to flicker once more.

Mike pulled the blankets over their naked forms, wrapping Helen in his strong arms. She snuggled closer, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, her breath warm against his skin. Their legs entwined, the soft fur of the rug caressing their feet. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace and the gentle purr of contentment that rumbled from her throat.

He stroked her hair gently, feeling the soft strands slide through his fingers like silk. Helen’s hand found its way to his chest, her fingernails tracing idle patterns over his skin. The warmth of her touch sent sparks of arousal shooting through him, rekindling the embers of desire that never truly went out when they were together.

“Mom,” Mike murmured, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the night. “Tell me something about yourself. Something I don’t know.”

Helen’s eyes fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, a soft smile playing on her lips she kiss his cheek. “What do you want to know, baby?”

Mike propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a serious expression. “Why are you always so beautiful, mom? Like, no matter what happens, you just ... turn me on. It’s like you have some kind of power over me.”

Helen’s smile grew mischievous, and she leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips. “It’s all about confidence, baby,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “When you know you’re desired, you carry yourself differently. And when you look good, it’s like an aphrodisiac for the men around you.”

Mike felt his cock twitch at her words, his desire for her swelling once more. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the lingering saltiness of the salmon on her lips. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs sliding up his body.

But as they kissed, a nagging thought took hold of him. “Mom,” he murmured against her lips, pulling back to look into her eyes. “How can I have you completely? You’re still owned by Big Daddy, I’m just a half part...”

Her eyes searched his, understanding the depth of his question. “Mike Price, listen to me,” she said, her voice a soft whisper. “You have all of me. But I can’t protect you like a man. I just want you to be safe in our depravity city and see you grew up to be a man, a big man, the one who can defense and protect himself. When it has come, so it was the time I can say I need nobody and no other man in our life, just you and me. But for now, and just because your mission are dangerous and need a protection, I am forced to do this, become the property and be owned,”

He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of her words. “I know, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But I hate it. I hate that he gets to have you like that, that he can just...”

“Shh,” she soothed, placing a finger over his lips. “It’s okay. We’ll find a way to get through this. But right now, let’s just focus on us. On the time we have together.”

Mike nodded, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. Helen knew what he needed, and she was more than willing to give it to him. “If it ever gets to be too much,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur, “if you ever want me to come home, all you have to do is call me. And I’ll come back to you, baby. I’ll come back to you, and I’ll be yours. Just yours.”

Her words seemed to lift a weight from Mike’s shoulders, and a small smile played on his lips. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her breath. It was a kiss of thanks, of love, of promise. Helen kissed him back with everything she had, her hands sliding down his back, her nails digging into his skin.

The passion between them flared up again, unquenchable. Mike reached down, his hand sliding between her thighs. She was already wet, her pussy eager for him. He groaned, his cock stiffening against her belly as he felt her arousal. “I want you, mom,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse growl.

“Take me, baby,” Helen urged, her hips rocking against his hand. “Make me yours.”

Mike didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid two fingers into her wet pussy, curling them upward to find her G-spot. Helen’s back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned. He watched her face, taking in every twitch and gasp as he stroked her, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument.

Her hand reached down, finding his cock and wrapping around it firmly. She stroked him in time with his fingers inside her, her hand moving faster and faster as she approached the edge of another orgasm. He could feel her pussy tightening around his digits, her body preparing for the release that was just moments away.

With a final, desperate moan, Helen’s body tensed, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as she came. Her juices flooded over his hand, and he groaned at the sensation, his own orgasm building rapidly. He pulled his hand away, replacing it with his cock, pushing into her with one swift motion.

Her pussy was soaking wet, the head of his cock sliding in easily. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her heat surrounding him, her walls clenching and unclenching around his shaft as she rode the waves of her climax. Then he began to move, his hips thrusting into hers with a steady rhythm that grew faster and faster.

They moved together, their bodies joined in a dance as old as time, the passion between them a living, breathing entity in the room. Helen’s nails dug into his back, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as he filled her completely. She met every one of his thrusts with her own, her body rising to meet his, demanding more, always more.

Mike felt his climax approaching, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with the need to fill her. He reached down, his hand finding hers where it was buried in the fur of the rug. They laced their fingers together, their palms slick with sweat, their bodies moving as one.

“Mom,” he panted, his voice hoarse with lust. “I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” she urged, her voice a breathy whisper. “Cum inside me, baby. Make me yours.”

And with that, Mike let go, his body tensing as he shot his load deep into her pussy. Helen’s own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him, milking him for every last drop. They held onto each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, their hearts beating in time with one another.

When it was over, they lay there, their limbs tangled, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The fire had died down to embers, but the heat between them was still burning strong. Helen turned her head, pressing her cheek against Mike’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

Mike wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Always, Mom,” he whispered. “Always.”

Their bond had been forged in fire, tempered by the depravity of the town they called home. But here, in their little cabin in the woods, they had found something pure and true. A love that defied all odds, that had grown from the ashes of their pain.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, Mike couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. He knew that together, they could face whatever the future held, no matter how dark or twisted the path ahead. Because with Helen by his side, he was complete.

The morning of the third day of their retreat brought with it a sense of routine, almost mundane in its comfort. The sun peeked through the cabin’s curtains, casting a soft glow over their tangled limbs. Mike’s eyes fluttered open to find himself alone in bed. The smell of coffee wafted in from the kitchen, mingling with the faint scent of sex and fish that still lingered in the air. Helen must have gotten up early, he thought with a smile, already preparing breakfast.

But that thought was shattered by the shrill ring of his phone. He bolted upright, his heart racing. He hadn’t expected anyone to call, especially not here, not now. The noise seemed to echo through the quiet cabin, a jarring reminder of the world beyond their haven. He fumbled for the device, his eyes squinting in the early light to read the screen.

“Fuck,” he murmured, recognizing the number. It was Big Daddy.

Mike’s stomach twisted into knots as he swiped to answer. “What do you want?” he growled, trying to keep his voice low so as not to wake Helen.

“Just checking in on my favorite son,” Big Daddy’s voice was sickeningly sweet. “Look, Mike. I see in my phone your GPS is on, I want you to turn off your fuckin’ GPS so no one else knows where you are now. You understend me, Mike?”

Mike’s hand was slick with sweat as he fumbled with the phone, the gravity of the situation setting in. Big Daddy had warned him, his voice a stark contrast to the cheerful banter they had shared in the past. The fear in Big Daddy’s tone was palpable, and Mike knew he wasn’t just being paranoid. The FDB men were ruthless, and they had a score to settle.

He quickly turned off the GPS, his heart racing as he thought of the implications. They were safe, for now, hidden away in their cabin. But the thought of the town’s men coming for him sent chills down his spine. Big Daddy’s power had its limits, even he couldn’t protect them from here.

“Look, Mike, I want you to know something,” Big Daddy’s voice took on a serious tone. “I leaned you my cabin ‘cause I know it’s safe, but if you see anything strange, anything at all, you call me. You understand me?”

Mike nodded, though Big Daddy couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I got it. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Don’t thank me yet, boy,” Big Daddy’s tone turned stern. “You know Helen is still my woman, and you’re her son. That means I’ve got a responsibility to take care of you both, even if you’re playing house out there in the woods.”

Mike’s jaw clenched, but he knew better than to argue. Big Daddy wasn’t just talking about protection; it was a not-so-subtle reminder of who held the power in their twisted family dynamic. “I understand,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Good,” Big Daddy said, his voice a low rumble. “Remember, I’m counting on you to watch over her, Mike. She’s still my own, and I expect her to be treated accordingly.”

Mike knew what Big Daddy was implying - that Helen was still a possession to be used and controlled. But he couldn’t argue, not when they were so vulnerable. “I promise, I’ll keep her safe,” he managed to say, the words sticking in his throat, “Just trust, me.”