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Those two damned months passed swiftly, but somehow Isabella managed to keep standing. She kept doing her routine with the local ladies, now having formed her own entourage of sorts; everyone recognised her as the 'mother of the knight' after the carriage incident. It was widely known that only high-ranked knights had the capacity to send a noble carriage over to the outskirts of the Kingdom.

She had somehow become the spiritual leader of this small town now.

...

When his silhouette departed the carriage. The world seemed to have stopped for her. Isabella was there wearing that white dress that she received as a gift.

"I'll come for you in a month, Mr Constantine."

"Alright, Mr John. Have a safe journey."

It wasn't only his mother receiving him... the entire group of memories, the entire town wanted to receive their hero. But she was at the front. Her steps dragged her forward little by little until she ran; Impacting against his chest.

She embraced him as tight as she could, making sure this was not a dream... the man in front of her was no longer a boy. This gentleman was dressed regally, his muscles were harder she could feel it, his height no longer shorter than hers. He was now fifteen years old, but he looked like a grown man, she wondered how could somehow change so much in merely four months.

Hooked on his waist there was a sheathed sword, her son was a bonafide knight.

Constantine held her waist, taking a wisp of that silver hair's smell and kissing it.

"I missed you, mother."

"I missed you too, son."

She took several wisps of his scent as well, saving it, aware that she wouldn't get what she wanted right away.

It was after a few seconds that they were compelled to separate since there were onlookers. Constantine, taking her hand in hand, greeted every single one of his old acquaintances, even those he had shared a great deal of poison with in the past seemed as if they forgot every grievance. His friends, their mothers... they all regarded him with respect. The women he had previously bedded looked at him like prey, this young man had reached success; he was an ultimate lover and husband material that wouldn't be here for long. They knew the only reason he came was to visit Isabella, his mother, so they had a chance.

If only they knew.

...

A small banquet was held to welcome him. They departed a few hours afterwards, walking with long strides back to their humble house. Constantine looked at his home with joy, several things had changed, there was a beautiful garden covering the entire house, all sorts of flowers, his favourite, tulips, were the main spectacle and the property was also painted in a delightful white colour. It wasn't being rented any longer, Isabella bought the terrain from the owner, this was now their house, their little nest.

Her flower stall was nearby, remodelled and beautiful as he recalled.

It made him feel as if he hadn't been here for years, but it was just four months.

"We're on our own now." He said.

"Let's go in, son." She answered.

Once the door closed, passion could no longer be stopped.

*BAANG!*

Isabella didn't wait, she pinned her son against the door aggressively, holding his cheeks in a rough and desperate tongue kiss; he was awed at her roughness, there was so much saliva and tonguing. A mere kiss was enough to tell him that this wasn't going to be a simple love-making session. She had four months of pilled lust, and he had four months of pilled-up frustrations.

His hands went down to squeeze her butt tightly, tearing her panties apart and spreading her cheeks until his desperate fingers found those wet petals. He pressed her against his body with the intent of merging, a sadly unfruitful outcome. She moaned, having her pussy played from behind but this wasn't near enough to make her reach the crescendo that she desired, the mother raised her arms instinctively and he took her dress away, tearing her bra apart and within seconds she was naked.

Whether it was Nova or Isabella it didn't matter, he wasn't able to hug her because they knelt down agreesively to open those trousers, forsaking the belt that ended who knows where, she found him hard as steel, how could he not when his hand had been in her vagina during the entire banquet, playing her to his heart's content?

She swallowed him to the base with despair, all that there was in her mind was lust, she didn't know how many women he slept with, if it was Caroline, whoever it might have been for those four months, she was going to rewrite his body and coat it with her musk, it was a promise.

Her head bobbed up and down with Constantine grunting and tying her hair in a ponytail just so it wouldn't get in the way or wrinkle up. Such was the necessity to mess her up today that he was even worried about her beautiful silver hair's wellbeing.

Isabella wanted that cum in her mouth, but she wouldn't get it, he wanted to finish in her womb, not her mouth. Hence, with harshness, he pushed her to the new table where she landed in a panting motion, Isabella felt her legs getting pulled only to see her son technically lift up her waist to his head level and sink his mouth inside her dripping pussy, he was going to have his meal before the main event started.

"Ahn!!~" Nova moaned to the skies, she didn't want this... the pleasure was addictive but there was no time to lose, the Goddess of Space felt that Time was scarce, why wouldn't make haste and fill her up?

"C-Constantine, fuck me! uhm!~ FUCK ME NOW! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!" She had never said that before, ever. Not so slutily, not with such a lack of proper decorum belonging to a noble lady. Lovemaking between them was a sacred act of love and bond between a sinful mother and a sinful son, yet now.

All she wanted was to get fucked, creampied, impregnated... four months of missing addiction begged for a shaking relapse, her womb was empty, dried even, and needed a healthy dose of his warm fresh cum.

Constantine growled like a lion, her words served as the most potent aphrodisiac, he licked her juices that remained on his lips, "As you wish, mother."

He discarded his own clothes, she opened her legs as wide as possible and without thinking twice he aligned up and sheathed himself forcefully in that pussy.

Both of them grunted in satisfaction, finally... like a thirsty man that finally got water, like a blazing fire that was finally extinguished, like a melancholic traveller that finally arrived home, like a lost ship hitting port after a long journey.

They were both where they had to be.

"AHH!!~" How much she had longed for this that when it happened, it was unbelievable... he too grunted harshly before resuming in a forceful piston, holding her legs and spreading them like scissors, giving himself room for impact.

"Ahhn!~ Ahhn!~ AHHHH!!~" Constantine looked at his mother, ignoring the sloshing noises produced by their union, he had his bloodshot eyes focused on his moaning mother, she was enjoying this so much, tightening herself up down there, holding the table for support and trying to answer back with everything she had.

How could he not have noticed the upgrade in her body, it was toned, slim, her legs were fuller, she was absolutely gorgeous, 'she did it for me', 'she wanted to look nice for me'... those thoughts kept replaying; working as fuel for his piston and dragging stronger combustion out of his muscles, he wanted to cum inside so bad.

The ecstasy continued and she didn't hold her moans, perhaps they could even be heard outside just given how hard she was moaning, Constantine grunted, he didn't treat her pussy like any gentleman, for the first time he literally roughed his mother up. His mind let loose and so did hers.

This was the closest to a battlefield a love chamber could take them, the tingliness was increasing, the sensitivity, they knew what's coming, the slapping noises went stronger. Isabella bit her lips, resisting, she wouldn't cum yet, this had to last... four months of wait couldn't finish in mere minutes, their intercourse would continue through the night, for several days if necessary until she was sated, but this first orgasm had to be the best.

Constantine fought hard to resist his own climax, he saw her looking up at him stubbornly, refusing to let go, his mother's pussy tightened, pushed, pulled, ground, tortured his penis, she wasn't trying to 'defeat' him, she was begging him to last a second longer.

But he had different thoughts, all he wanted to do was to finish inside her womb and claim back what he believed he had lost.

How dare those bastards openly flirt with his mother when he was present? he had to sink his fingers in her vagina to keep his calm during the banquet and now, no one could ever tell him to stop.

Therefore, with the desire to conquest, he grunted hard and jets of cum shot out with vigour. Isabella/Nova gasped, with a single shot her barriers were destroyed, her vagina sensed the intent of impregnation and sent the reaction straight into her brain, bringing her to the ultimate peak of ecstasy, a heart-shaking orgasm that threatened to render her unconscious.

Climaxing hard he filled her womb, holding onto her waist, pulling her crotch against his, knocking past the cervix to make sure every single drop of cum went the farthest possible.

One, two, three, four. A total of four loads went deep in while both gasped and forgot the existence of oxygen.

*RUMBLE!*

A small shockwave of space was released as Isabella's eyes shone and the strength she just lost returned to her body in a berserk manner; she pulled her fatigued son and turned him around on the table forcefully, he didn't know where she had taken this strength from.

She pinned her son on the table and started rocking her hips on top, hard... forsaking his sensitivity, Constantine had to hold her tights and grunt while she humped her big butt down, doing it so hard that he felt small impacts against his crotch, the sensitivity sent him over the edge shortly after, sending yet another load of cum deep inside, but Nova wasn't about to stop.

"M-More! Ahn! More! son! give me more!"

With equal euphoria, he decided to answer her prayers, tonight would be one to remember.

From the kitchen to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the room, from the room to the hallway... there was no place untainted, Constantine fucked his mother everywhere, standing in the middle of the house sideways, every single position he could think of, she was insatiable, desiring more and more... the night turned into the morning, the morning into the afternoon, knocks were heard on the door but no one answered, they thought no one was home and left, in truth his mouth had Isabella's sealed as he thrust in... deep inside her asshole from beneath in a lotus position, right in front of the door... he exploded and filled her up for the uncountable time.

There was no place in her body that he didn't own, no place he hadn't marked.

Her soul - conquered land. Her mouth - tasted delicacy. Her breasts - invaded mountains. Her vagina - plundered garden. Her womb - a filled treasury. Her asshole - charted cave.

Constantine owned his mother.

"M-Mother ugh I love you!" He bit her neck just like that first time, they were in the same place where everything began, his bed.

"Call me by my name, don't call me mother!" Her waist sped up in a rage. That word, 'mother' was what prevented them from showing this love to the entire world. She didn't like it... she didn't accept that status... she hated it.

Nova and Isabella both hated being the 'mother'... it gave someone else the right to be the first wife, her rightfully belonging place.

"Isabella..." He called her. At this stage, he'd do anything to bring her pleasure even if a centimetre higher, his cock was numb yet he couldn't stop... this is what he missed, not a single lady in the capital could compare to this.

It wasn't that they weren't good, it wasn't that they weren't sexy.

But they're not 'mother'... the most beloved existence to a son.

"N-No... not that name." She licked his cheek, begging to be addressed properly by her soul-mate... billions of years of love ingrained in a single individual, The Goddess of Space was in love, the true and authentic meaning of the word that she sought, she found it just now.

"Ah?" He felt momentarily confused amidst the ecstasy. He would call her anything so long as she felt good, but he really didn't know.

!!!

It was then that Nova realised what she just said and before he could begin questioning, pushed him down and sealed his mouth.

The self-consciousness began, when did it happen? when did she mistake herself for Isabella? when did she forget who she really is?

These were no longer memories, the goddess of space realised, and just at that moment she was hit with yet another climax, that once again made her doubt her identity.

Was it even worthy to be anything other than his mother?