The debriefing

The strained relationship between a mother and a son, can take it’s toll. Especially when there is need to compensate with both as whole. Sadness can be found and locked away hidden at times best. My love for them both equally strong and unwavering. A mother’s love for them, will never rest.

Brief exchanges and the flitter of quick hands presented as all manage their daily chores, while we pass each other by in the household restricted from the impact of war. Long silences can be shattering and the need for converse gnaws at my soul that I bury deep and away from all.

Refusing to let misery overshadow my home, each morning is spent collecting a basket full of blooms. The only colour of which allows us to escape this gloom. Adorning a mantel piece that lights up the furnishings in the drawing room we share, as once my work is done, a book in hand is where eyes blissfully flare.

Awaiting the moment my sons seek my company, the front door is thrust open and takes me by surprise. Full of life and with heavy trodden boots, I find Rene in front of me. Looking up from the pages where my eyes did leave, smiling as he greets as he rolls up his sleeves. A motherly smile offered, along with a loving tone.  “Where is your brother and why hasn’t he accompanied you?

Lowering book down as he strokes at his chin

“Probably…amending his report. He’s got it on for you, mother. Whatever you do…I think just leave him be and follow his orders”

A discreet inhale of breath is undertaken, when the displeasure of sigh is offered and unmistaken,

“I suppose I can be a little more lenient with him”

Patting the space beside me, welcomes a place for Rene to sit as I smooth at my gown and watch him as his movements flit, patient and sufficed, offering my undivided attention, avoiding any further disagreement or implying my inner dissension.

“I haven’t heard from your father in some time” sighs, glancing down at my treasured locket, lifting the inner sadness of delicate fingers, stroking along the dome rested down my chest.

“Rene, it is too quiet here. Do go and check on your brother. As much as you are both trained as soldiers now…mother does worry about you both” Lowering a beseeching hand, lovingly gesturing to seek out his brother, when a brief nod from Rene is offered unquestioningly.

Rested in my chair with fingers that remain on my locket, voices can be heard from the front on door on entering. Looking up to hear a familiar voice not heard in months, composing myself as my heart beats with anticipation. Cheery tones rush forward as their footsteps grow louder, while their proclamation gets stronger as he strides in diminishing my downer.

“Father is back” exclaims Rene with glee, trailing in behind them is Raoul with a smile from ear to ear.

Steps taken closer as he takes my hand, nodding straight faced and his features never bland. Rising from my chair as if rescued from sinking quicksand, emotions running wild as I stifle them with a faint smile. His words hesitant, but all worth my while.

“Ninon, I must speak to you in private”

Unable to read his demeanour, wishing now that an embrace had come to pass. Is he to stay, or is this time now with him my last? Regaining my composure for the sake of our sons, my heart sinking deep, what on earth have I done? Wisping me away to our bedroom past the stairs, suddenly feeling inferior as I sense our sons glares. Holding my head up as he opens the door, my a flutter and trembling within as we vacate the corridor. Standing with grace as I turn to face him. Smiling now and unsure…am I to placate him?

With his hat at his side and sword still attached to his belt, I step toward him and offer my help. A raised hand offered as he takes his position and gives a formal nod to gain my attention. Placing my hands down upon my dress, shielding any apprehension as I lock eyes with his, a mutual understanding is what this is. Waiting patiently as he exhales to speak, his soldiering formality leaves me inwardly weak. None the less, my stance is proud and feeling as though I were brought forth before a large crowd.

“Ninon, as you know I am here to give my debriefing” his thumb strokes along his hat, but his demeanour full of protocol and far from being flat.

My composure softened as I sense a smile, a smile that reaches his eyes, so why was I in denial? I know my husband…so what is on his mind? Time will tell as I give him my undivided attention once more, noting behind him, our locked door. A smile so bright ignites in my heart, though his body from mine still so far apart.

“What kind of debriefing? my reply is said fully aware, giving him a perceptive stare.

Clearing his throat as the friction between us stares us both in the face, filling the void of what was out of place.

Well Private…I mean our son has monitored your behaviour of late and suggests that you haven’t followed orders in my absence? Is this true?” His brows gather in question as I note the change in his stance.

“That would be correct. I have not followed his orders…and why should I? He is our son” wipes at an imaginary thread down my gown, altering at the fabric, unwilling to stand down. My eyes shimmer in delight as I await his words on swift flight.

“Well I did leave him in charge…and to watch over the farm as well as our interests here.”

You did…but I am his mother and I refuse to be told otherwise in regards to how I am to carry out my daily duties.”

The seriousness of his scowl modifies as a small smirk gathers at his lips.

“Understandable…as he is our son after all” in turn a smirk of understanding unveils upon rosen petal lips.

Locked eyes of passion pay tribute to each others sheathed forms, his full of hunger, in such wholesome applause. His eyes now scanning the dresser, where all my daily essentials lay, inhaling deep and sensing his aim. My core so deep within quaking, warm and sunder. He moves to push aside the dresser’s contents as I appeal not or blame him for blunder. His warmth I’ve needed and to be his arms, war has left us lonely and pining his charms. Taking me by the waist and backing me toward the dresser, gracefully submitting to his intent and brooding mood lesser. Lifting me to rest on the table top as he positions me, not yet widening my thighs.

Narrowly managing to keep my balance as I receive the dominance of his intensity. The labour of his mouths workings overbearing my kiss, when I slip my arms around his neck as he pushes me back onto the dresser even more, clearing the space in doing so, while his hands now tug at the laces of my gown. Freeing the vulnerability of my breasts as he guides material down my wanting body shivering in his challenging grasp and this ignites the embers between my thighs as a potent tempest brews within. He tugs down the remainder of my gown, allowing it to slip past my ankles. Rested in only my corset that only conceals his desire upon the dresser, his fingers skim down to my thighs, pushing them apart as I reach to draw up his shirt from taut muscles, while our mouths separate only briefly and merge crushingly once in a delicious kiss. He eases his manhood into me, probing his longing, as he unfastens the work of my laces that restrict him from me. My vulnerable state coerces my moans into his mouth as he swallows them whole. His kisses refusing to relent and leaves me breathless.

Pulling at his belt as each glorious inch of him invades my thighs, our lips remain locked greedily in a fiery, charged embrace. I tug his belt free, fighting to disperse his breeches, and my breasts crush into his manly chest as he deftly pulls away at my corset.On opening my eyes to flash a breathless smile, I witness the untamed hunger blazing in his eyes, this only fueling my want for him. A longing the war has deprived us of and his claiming of me inside.

His hands cup, then clasp at each of my breasts as my nipples brace at his touch. Stretching them up and guiding each one in turn into his mouth as I watch on where his lips devour around my flesh. Stifling my urge to cry out, for fear of others overhearing and left delectably raw, I allow my head to roll back as he pushes up his tongue between the fullness of my chests back up towards the need for his lips to be on mine.

Grasping at his readiness, he guides his need within me slowly as I bring my knees up around him, placing them on his hips. Reclining my head as our eyes meld with a burning and he pushes through my resistance so tight, brimming me full as his urges bring forth my pleasured moans. Working into him with my chest crushed to his, fingers find their way down to the stretched flesh that flexes with ardour down his back, as I try to maintain a rhythm in conjunction with his crescendo of intensity, now biting down on my lip to stifle the mix of sweet affliction and my cries.

A smile plays on his lips as rolls head as the spiraling maelstrom of passion takes hold and that explosive emotion is temporarily held in arrest as climatic ecstasy suspends and his drive so deep then paces on. His groans are low and almost a growl as he embeds himself deeper. Finding that sensual flow, as we press on with sweat dripping from our bodies. Holding me from the mirror, he draws me into him ever more. Gaining more sensual access as we focus on mutual satisfaction. My inner exquisite catastrophe builds….as a supernova spills deep, sparks ripple outward in haste, exploding ina fountain of ecstasy, while my sating is found with my legs tightly wrapped around his base. His passion prolongs with evident ardour as he accelerates within my thighs. Satisfaction combusts within the quaking sensory of me, leaving me fulfilled and crying out his name. Agonised breath to my ear brings me back to life, as I lower my knees around him, his sating…did smite