“Tell me, Jim, you mentioned your mom?”

“Yes, Mom and I are very close — that’s just the way it is. Don’t read too much into it. When I hold your lovely, full body, it just reminds me of Mom’s warmth. Don’t think anything else — we’re not some incestuous pigs, by any means.”

“It’s perfectly fine with me if you seek that maternal sense of security with me, Jim. But unlike the shadows of the past, with you I can be a woman in every sense — a woman who longs for your strength and your masculinity. If that's what you want, just think of your mom, her cozy warmth, and fuck the hell out of me as if you were fucking your mom, baby. We’re giving each other exactly what we need right now to forget this war for a few hours. You are welcome here with all my heart.”

“Chrissie, this is our first time. Please tell me how you’d like it. ”

“What I really can’t stand is brutality and hasty fucking like a rabbit. I want it gentle, slow, and sensual, but with power behind it — that’s not a contradiction. Give me all your tenderness, Jim. Be loving, attentive, and let’s lose track of time, okay?”

“Just like that, Jim…,” she whispered breathlessly into his ear, her fingernails gently digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “Feel me. Let’s keep this rhythm.”

“Jim, this is good, this is perfect. Hang in there, hold off on coming just a little longer, because I’m already on the steep mountain path, climbing toward my orgasm. Do you want to?”

“I want to, Chrissie... God, I want to...,” he forced out between clenched teeth.

“Now, Jim… right now! Oh God…,” she gasped, her eyes staring into space, completely caught up in the whirlpool of the senses.

Chrissie whispered, “You fucked me so nicely, as if I were your mom, and there’s no shame in thinking about your mom and her warm body when you came. Thoughts are free—and it’s not incest either if you imagine fucking your mom’s pussy and cumming inside her. I also pictured my son Frankie in my mind’s eye, and when you came, I couldn’t help but think of Dagobert, my late husband. Because he fucked much like you do, except when he came, he didn’t lift my butt cheeks.”

Jack gave her a long, searching look. “You really don’t mind if I think about my mom while I’m in your arms!?”

Chrissie shook her head. “You said you and your mom are very close. Of course I’m happy when you fuck me as if I were your dear mom, because it makes you really passionate—thinking about your mom’s pussy and cumming inside her with pure lust. I really, really hope that my son Frankie thinks of me when he makes that busty matron in southern England scream. These are completely natural, pure, and wonderful fantasies, Jim!"

Jack looked her straight in the eye. “I understand that you’re thinking about your son Frankie, and also about Dagobert. I don’t know either of them, but I hope your son Frankie has a nice, curvy girlie or a big busted matron between his thighs. And I’m sure he’s also imagining himself fucking his mom’s pussy and cumming hard inside her.

Chrissie whispered: "When I masturbate secretly at night — softly and delicately — I fantasize only about Frankie; I wonder how he’s doing tonight? They don’t fly missions at night, after all. He’s surely keeping an eye out for a woman who resembles me — though perhaps, as you say, he might pick a buxom girl; there are such lovely, buxom, big-breasted farm girls who could appeal to him, too. But I imagine he’s looking for someone like me: someone with big breasts and a firm ass, slim, and maybe in her forties. And she’ll lie on her back next to her sleeping husband and spread her thighs invitingly. Frankie isn’t rough; he’ll take her gently and tenderly because he’s thinking of me — his Mama — while he does it. She won’t scream in her ecstasy, so as not to wake her husband. But she’ll have a wonderful climax — I haven’t the slightest doubt about that — because Frankie is a great fuck! He’ll arch his back silently the moment he feels his load coming on. He’ll grip her wide hips and shoot the whole load inside her. Frankie is absolutely obsessed with the idea of ​​fucking and impregnating a woman who’s ovulating. He’ll dutifully and silently shoot his load into her cunt and then let her hold him in a blissful embrace, maybe he even impregnates her. She has no idea that my Frankie is thinking of me while he fucks that Southern English matron. Southern English, because that’s where he’s stationed." Chrissie’s eyes are shining, as if there were twinkling stars inside them.

“Jim, my dear, thank you so much! No, I’m not kidding — it’s been a very long time since anyone has given it to me as well as you did. You kept up the slow pace very well, so I could run up the hill. Not many can do that, my boy. I can only tell you, our marriage is off to a promising start, indeed.”

“And you think it was about as good as with your first?”

“Yes, it was exactly the same, for sure. I ran up the hill and threw myself into the heat of my orgasm. It was wonderful, and you were wonderful — no bullshit!”

“I was thinking about my first love, too, because she taught me to lift her buttocks so that her pussy would open like a flower. Laurie, my girl over there, nearly died in that state of ecstasy — she didn’t know what was happening to her when I gently lifted her buttocks and she opened involuntarily like a rose. — But she’s far away now, and you’re here… my wife, my fuckmate. “

“I know my son Frankie will feel much the same way as you do, Jim. We cling to the woman in our arms, and all our longing is for the warmth and security of Mom. There’s no shame in thinking of your mom in such intimate moments — it’s natural and not shameful at all; on the contrary.”

“Chrissie, during the day we’ll thoroughly outwit the master spies on the other side, spit in the Führers visage and make him shit his pants.. We’ll show them such a thing that they’ll fear us like death and the devil. But here, in this room and in your arms, I want to shed it all. I need you as my tender wife and as the absolute rock that gives me the security I need to survive. Be my protector, my beloved, and my fuckmate, Chrissie. That’s the only way I can endure what’s out there.”

“Yes, Jim, I’m happy to be your wife during our mission — not because I have to, but because I want to. I want to be your rock and your fuckmate, and I want you to think of the familiar warmth of your mom when you’re in my arms. I think of Frankie myself, and I wish with all my heart that he’s not just lying in the arms of a busty woman from southern England, but that he also thinks of me in moments like these.”

“Jim, I feel a strong urge to tell you about my first time. I want you to know how I became the person I am today. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Chrissie, I’d love to hear how it all came about. By all means — it’s not in your file, after all.” He leaned back deeper into the pillows, the blanket loosely draped over his hips, and turned his full attention to her. Chrissie held the cigarette between her fingers, watched the wisps of smoke rise, and took a deep breath to carry him back to where it had all begun for her — long before the seven languages, the codes, and the deadly games of the intelligence agency.

“My dad’s name was Arthur, Jim. He’d lost an arm in Flanders during World War I, and we scraped by on his disability pension. He was older than Mom, much more experienced, and he was also the one who showed me that passion has nothing to do with rushing. Mom showed me how a girl should masturbate when I was just a child, and I’ve been doing it every night ever since. When I turned 9, I was allowed to sleep between my parents in their marital bed. I watched them fuck — that’s how she wanted it. I admired Mom as she panted in the throes of arousal, but she never came while they were fucking, and Dad’s balls bounced up and down when he came inside her. Still, she loved being fucked hard by him, and she’d masturbate always after they were done. Masturbating wasn’t something you had to hide. When everything was quiet again, I masturbated between their warm bodies, and it made me proud that Dad was watching me and getting hard again. Mom nodded in approval, and I jerked Dad off with my fist, just as she had taught me. At 15, my puberty was barely noticeable; I had no breasts at all yet, and only a thin, fiery-red fuzz timidly covered my pussy. I whined — I wanted Dad to fuck me too, just like Mom! Gradually, she relented, and I lay on my back on Mom’s warm body, who was now guiding Dad’s cock into my little pussy with her hand. She placed her fingers on my nipples, gently tweaked them, and made them — and me, too — all tingly. Dad deflowered me so gently that I hardly noticed my hymen breaking. Then he kissed my lips and fucked me very slowly, but powerfully. He knew how to fuck properly. Patiently, he let me climb the hill toward my orgasm. I clung to him like a baby monkey clings to its mother as the orgasm made me convulse. This orgasm was truly different from the ones I gave myself with my finger. That slow, relentless pace you maintained so perfectly earlier — that was his legacy to me. From then on, he’d fuck Mom first, and when she was done masturbating, he’d fuck me. I soon came to love that slow, powerful fucking like crazy, Jim.”

“He was also the one who introduced me to the Secret Service. He had served alongside the head of the Secret Service during the First World War, and they knew each other well. Arthur knew how to read people, how to recognize their weaknesses and exploit their desires. When the war broke out and he stayed at the border, I was ready for what was to come. He laid my foundation — both in bed and in the hard craft of deception. And when I look at you today, Jim, I see the same untamed power that he once shaped within me.”

“So you want it straight, my dear?” she asked with a seductive, almost dangerous smile. “Very well. Daddy had to bring money into the house. He asked me if I’d like to fuck other men, too, to earn some money. Breathless, I said yes — of course I wanted us to have a little more money. Almost every afternoon, Dad brought a guy home who was allowed to fuck me. Mom would sit in the kitchen; she didn’t want to watch — God, no. I’d asked Dad not to leave me alone with the stranger, and he’d stay with me. I just looked into Dad's eyes while the guy gave ir to me. At fifteen, I was a real stunner, and I had an orgasm almost every time, beaming proudly at Dad. After all, I was doing it only for him, and I craved only his approval — which he did give me. Maybe you’ll find it strange, Jim, that I started whoring at such a young age, — 15 — only in front of his eyes, of course. Dad had shown me that I was responsible for my own orgasm; it was just a matter of how I moved my hips. I must have fucked hundreds of men before Dad got me into the Secret Service. "You're well prepared, Chrissie, because in the Secret Service you're going to have to do a ton of fucking — that's just how it is."”

“And now you expect me to tell you about my first, don’t you?” Jim asked.