The New Arrivals

A number of meditation and mindfulness classes followed, all touting the "Jocasta method"

Translating Tongues - Bringing the Jocasta Method home when you leave! Learn to assert your Goddess nature not only here on the island, but in your own home and workplace! 1hr.

Love Thyself - Learn how the Jocasta method can help you learn to find your own perfection and appreciate the Goddess that is You. 1hr.

There were some couples classes, some of which seemed awfully...tantric to Nate, but there didn't seem to be anything specifically aimed at dudes, until he got to the end.

For the Boys - An introductory class for men accompanying their Jocastas to the Playground. Come talk to Madeline at the Hartspring about the Jocasta Philosophy and Method, and learn your place in it! 1hr.

"Well, whoop-de-fuck," he said, folding it. The pool wouldn't be available for a swim for at least an hour -- there was something called "Beachy Keen with the Jocasta Method (for Couples)" going on down there right now.

He stretched out on the couch, watching the sun streaming in through the windows. As always, the background music piped throughout the resort chimed away, just above the threshold of hearing. Nate kept thinking he heard a voice in it, a woman's voice, but he couldn't be sure.

The sun was warm, though. So warm...

***

The slam of the suite door jolted Nate awake.

Awake? When did he even fall asleep? Groggily, he sat up.

"Well, hellllo sleepyhead!" Marie chirped. "Didn't make it to the pool after all, hey? If you keep on sleeping so much, I'm going to start thinking there's something wrong." Her face fairly glowed with elation, and her hair shimmered in the afternoon sun.

"You look like you had a good time." He said, sitting up.

"Ohmigod Nate, it was so good." She plopped down onto the couch next to him, crossing her legs. One slender, bare foot bounced gently. "I feel like a million bucks. Before today I would have called all that 'mindfulness' stuff so much bullshit, but now I feel like I really know myself, you know? Like I reached down deep inside of me and pulled the real me up to the surface." Nate watched her foot bounce. Had her legs always been so long, or was it just some magic of the leggings? Unbidden, he remembered the smoothness of Ronnie's legs.

"So this is the real you?"

"Nate honey, I learned so much." She turned to face him, tucking the inside leg under outside. His mother's breasts jostled against each other excitedly under her tunic. "Madeline taught us how to tap into our real selves, to realize our 'Inner Goddess' and assert ourselves like we should. There was this whole ceremony where we drank from the Heartspring and she taught us how to find our Goddess Voice and use it to speak to the world to get what we want."

"Your what?" She was kicking her outside leg back and forth, and Nate was finding it hard to pay attention to what she was saying.

"My Goddess Voice." Marie laughed. "The Voice of the Mother Goddess, the Goddess of the World." Leaning back, she stretched her arms above her head and kicked her legs out. The hem of her tunic rose high above the waistband of her leggings, showing off a long slice of firm stomach. Her feet hovered over Nate's lap before she plopped them down on his thighs, relaxing. "Madeline says we have to let our Goddess speak through us if we're going to get what we want."

Nate pretended to rub the sleep from his eyes and tried to ignore the excited wriggling of her feet. "Oookay," he said. "And what is it you want?"

"Hmmmm," she mused. "We spent all day yesterday on our feet, so I would like..." she gave him a wry grin. "A foot rub."

Her voice hadn't changed, as far as he could tell. There was no audible difference between her Goddess Voice and her regular voice, but the words fell in his brain like doors slamming shut. Nate found himself shifting on the couch to take one of her feet in both hands, thumbs firmly planted on the wrinkly sole.

"Like this?" He asked, running his thumbs from heel to toe, digging in around the ball of her foot.

"Ohhhhh, Nate." Marie groaned from deep in her diaphragm. "Yes just like that, honey." She pressed one foot into her son's hand as he applied pressure, and the other into his lap, toes scrunching up a hair's breadth from his dick. Nate worked over his mother's foot, eliciting wet moans of encouragement with each pass. Soon, he was kneading each individual toe, then driving his thumbs deep into her heel, which made her squirm.

Panting and flushed, Marie looked at her son. "Now, switch." He picked up the second foot and began repeating the process. Her right foot fell in his lap, lying right atop his slumbering cock and pressing into it with each push of his thumbs. Nate felt it begin to stir, and prayed silently for the ordeal to end.

"Mmmmm, honey. That's good, sweetheart. You can stop now if you like." He let the foot drop into his lap, trying to control his erection through sheer force of will. "Nate, you're so much better at that than your father; he hates touching my feet with a passion, but you made mommy's feet so happy, baby. Look at them." He looked down, and watched her toes curling and uncurling with pleasure, kneading the fabric of his pants, causing it to slide teasingly over the shaft of his cock. "Aren't they happy toes?"

"I guess, yeah."

"Sweetheart, trust me: they loooove you." She lifted one foot towards his face. "See? Now they want kisses." The smooth skin of her foot brushed his cheek.

"Mom, I'm not going to-"

"Kisses," she pouted. Gently, he took her ankle and heel in hand, and kissed her proffered foot just above her toes; his lips luxuriated in the softness of her skin, and he breathed deeply of the shower scent that still clung to her somehow. Then he planted a gentle kiss on each toe, letting the big one push between his lips for a moment. He repeated the process on the other foot once his mother lifted it for him. Nate knew that it wasn't something he should be doing, that kissing his mom like this was wrong, but it just felt so comfortable, so right, so easy to do it.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Now those are happy feet. I see somebody else is happy too." Marie laughed, wriggled her foot, and Nate realized that his cock had come roaring back to life without so much as giving him notice. The stretchy fabric of the gym pants was pulled tightly into an enormous tent, with his pulsating cockhead at the peak.

Feeling dizzy and a little drunk, he leapt to his feet, grabbing a cushion from the couch and jamming it over his hard-on.

"Oh god, mom, mom. I'm so sorry, mom." He hunched over to further hide it, though Nate felt no signs of it flagging. "I didn't mean to- I mean, it's not like- I mean it just-"

Marie laughed again, and let one leg spread lazily out ward, foot drifting to the floor. The crotch of her leggings was pulled tight over the mound of her pubis. He looked away, pointedly.

"Oh Nate, honey, don't worry about it. I know what you boys are like. You've been away from Jessie for what? Two whole days now. Sex, sex, sex is all you can think about, and when you're all pent up, sometimes it doesn't take very much to get a young man like yourself going." Her fingers toyed idly with the hem of her tunic, and it drifted higher. "Why, I bet it's already going down." He could feel the blood flowing away from his groin, and eventually he let the pillow drop.

"You see why I'm worried that I'll end up a grandmother before the year is out? If you're that horny, honey, I'm afraid you're just going to fuck her pregnant." Marie gave him a lazy smile; her big toe traced circles on the hardwood floor. "Besides, it means less time for footrubs if you're out with her scrawny self every night. I really do think you should slow things down with Jessie, honey. Take a break, maybe."

The biggest door yet slammed shut in Nate's head. He felt something draining away, some slippery undefinable something he couldn't quite grasp and he groaned, feeling the loss.

"Don't you agree, Nate? Maybe it's time for you and Jessie to take a break."

"Yesssss," the word was dragged out of him by her voice, her Goddess Voice, but he knew it was true. He knew that he'd just fuck Jessie pregnant, that he'd wreck his life if he stayed with her skinny ass, suck with her rail-thin, underweight self.

"We both know she's not good enough for you anyway, honey. You need to find someone a little more your speed." Nate rubbed his head as her Goddess Voice snaked in. How could he have wasted so much time with Jessie? He'd met or seen at least four full-grown women who were superior in the last 24 hours alone!

"Madeline explained everything; it all makes so much sense now." Marie shifted on the couch and let her legs drift further open. "Men and women are like the yin and the yang, the same, but opposites. We mature and change in the opposite directions. Men are at their best when they are young, but women grow and change and age into Goddesses. Our bodies become more plush, more luscious, aging like fine wines until they are the purest distillation of the female form."

"Mom, what are you talking about, I-"

"Be quiet, Nate, and listen." His mouth clapped shut. Marie's other hand started tracing patterns around her navel. "Yin and Yang, Nate. The sexual power of men peaks at a young age, but women only get more sexual as time passes. It's a sad tragedy of modern life that almost every woman coming into her own, sexually, is shackled to an increasingly-decrepit husband who becomes only more mismatched with her as time goes on." She suddenly stopped dandling her foot, and looked him in the eye. "But it doesn't have to be that way, honey. Madeline is forging a new way, a better way." Slowly, she rose of the couch. "A way to join the yin and the yang, complete the circle."

"You can see it, can't you? You and Jessie were mismatched from the start." Marie approached her son. "That little girl? She's only just begun her journey into sexual maturity. What a young man needs is a woman in her sexual prime to match his own." Her hand lingered on his chest. "You know it's true, don't you?" Still forbidden from speaking, Nate nodded.

"Madeline will show us the way to a new future, honey." Marie's fingers drifted downward, fingering his abdominals. "A better future where women are treated like the Goddesses they are, Mother Goddesses in the full flower of womanhood."

Deep down, Nate knew these new truths just as surely as he'd known anything in his life. He'd seen the evidence himself. He'd not seen a single woman under 40 since stepping foot on the island, and he knew that they were all perfect multifarious reflections of womanhood in its many shapes and sizes, from zaftig to statuesque to compact and thick. His own mother, his own Mother Goddess stood before him, her eyes practically aglow with the new knowledge that had been handed down from Madeline Kincaide, and she was the purest distillation of sexual power and prowess that he'd ever seen.

"It just makes so much sense. Ripe young men at their sexual peak, bursting with raw energy, needing their Mother Goddesses to harness that energy for their own ends, to serve the needs of sexually-ripe mature women to remake the world anew." Marie's other hand slid around Nate's hip, her fingers caressing the globe of his ass. "Yin and Yang, Nate honey. A perfect circle, but one has to be on top. It's only logical that we should lead, that we should take the reins of your sexual energy and create a new society where Jocastas rule." She leaned in close, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. "You may speak now."

"Ohhh, mom, mommy, Mother," Nate groaned as the words tumbled out of him.

"Kisses," she said in a singsong voice, and closed the final gap between them. Her hand slid up to hold the back of his head as her tongue slid through his lips, strong and warm and slick. Marie held her son there for a long moment, until she broke the kiss, leaving him panting and dizzy.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Nate, sweetheart...you remember when you made my feet happy?" He nodded. "Well, they want more kisses. Why don't you kneel, and give them what they deserve?" It was almost as if all the strength dropped out of his knees as he fell to all fours in front of her, those soft, alabaster feet suddenly his whole world. Her perfect toes wiggled before him as he showered them with kisses. "That's nice, sweetie, but don't you love your Jocasta's feet? You're in love with them, aren't you? Why,I bet you're even hard again for your Mother Goddess' feet."

"Ohhh yessss," he hissed, heart pounding. They were ur-feet, silky smooth and searingly sexy. Somewhere inside, he knew that if she asked, if it were possible, he'd marry her feet, he'd spend night and day kissing them.

"Well, surely you can kiss better than that." She chuckled. "That's not how you kiss a lover, is it?"

With a will, he bent his face to her feet once more, tongue gently laving each toe as he suckled them hungrily, unable stop himself from cleaning her feet. What he couldn't kiss, his hand caressed, luxuriating in the sensation of her skin.

"You may stop now," she said, and Nate sat back on his haunches, looking up at her worshipfully. His hard young tool had sprung to life once more, a rampant spur jutting forth within the confines of his pants. He wiped his mouth and smacked his lips, savouring the taste of her that lingered. Marie smiled down at him and ruffled his hair.

"Look at me." He stared up at her, taking in the fullness of her perfection, eyes crawling up from her slender feet along her achingly long legs, plush thighs bursting with juicy femininity, the dramatic swell of her hips and the tempting mound hidden beneath the black spandex. His gaze crawled up over the flatness of her belly and the deep dimple of her navel, suddenly more kissable than Jesssie's mouth had ever been, now exposed as she pulled her tunic off. He wanted to bury his face in the soft flesh there and lose himself in it. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he took in the perfection of her breasts, pendulous and heavy, the skin aglow with mature ripeness. Her nipples were pink and fat and swollen almost to the size of her littlest toe, and Nate's mouth watered with the desire to kiss and suck. She smiled down upon him like the gentle deity she was, her luscious mouth still wet from their kiss, green eyes full of power and desire and framed by her ash-blonde locks which seemed almost to float of their own will about her head. "I am the perfect woman, yes?"

"Oh god, goddess mom yes."

"Then isn't it right that I should have a young man to match his yin with my yang?"

"Of course, of course it is!"

"And isn't it right that I deserve all your attention, being perfect?"

"Yes yes yes!"

"Much more than that silly skinny child Jessie ever did."

"Who? Oh, her."

Marie beamed down at her son. "More than any silly girl, even more than any other mature mother goddess."

"That's just plain truth."

"Excepting the Queen Goddess Jocasta herself, in her earthly guise as Madeline Kincaide, who has brought us these truths and will lead us into the future?"

Nate's mind reeled at the memory of Madeline, a golden goddess dripping with the ripeness of sexual motherly maturity, set only a single notch above his own Mother Goddesss. "Yessssss!" An electric thrill of pleasure shot through his body.

"That is her reward, Nate." Marie ruffled his hair again. "Just a tiny sample of the gifts she has to bestow on us, merely for speaking the truth. And this is mine." Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings, Marie slowly peeled them down before her son's unbelieving eyes. Everything else in the world stopped as she pulled them away from her body, slowly revealing her pussy to him, a thing of luscious decadent wonder, her vulva a pair of thick, bare cushions framing the pink sweetness of her labia as they hung free, long and slick. He could see her clitoris nestled at the top, thick and pink standing at attention, demanding his worship. A single strand of wetness joined his mother's divine pussy to her yoga pants and when it finally snapped, the world started again. "Are you hungry, honey?" He nodded, eagerly, transfixed. "Then kiss it and seal our pact. Give yourself to the Mother Goddess and join the circle."

His head shot forward like a snake's, mouth wide open, slurping as much of her sweetness inside of himself as he could get. Aching with a hunger like he'd never known, Nate buried himself in his mother's cunt, gently sucking at her swollen labia as more nectar flowed forth from the aperture of her vagina. His tongue was frantic and electrified by the sensation of her perfectly velvety inner flesh, and it dug deep inside of her as she gripped his hair with both hands. pushing him deeper. Soon, Nate was lapping in a regular rhythm, diving in her sopping pussy only to trace a hot path up from it to her clit; with each flick of his tongue at the apex of her pussy, he was rewarded with a sharp gasp of pleasure from above. Her thick nest of pubic hair tickled his eyes and nose, but he gave it no mind as he ate and ate and ate, trying desperately to find his way into her deepest core from whence her juices flowed.

Time passed, but Nate had no sense of it. His world was her pussy. Her gasps gradually rose in volume, and his tongue more frantic until finally, Marie pushed him away and he fell on his back to the hardwood floor.

"Stop." She said, standing astride his legs. "Show your cock to your Mother Goddess so she can assess her prize." Scrambling, Nate yanked down his pants, and his fat cock sprang forth, bigger than he'd ever seen it. Veiny and pulsating in time with his mother's pussy, the angry red head of his impressive shaft nodded in Marie's direction, pouring forth precum in slimy gouts. She toed it with one bare foot and Nate cried out.

"See?" Nate's mother crowed. "This cock is designed for only one thing: bringing pleasure to mature, divine pussy. Wasted on skinny, stupid young sluts." Marie's brow creased in anger as she stared down at her son's fat tool. "It is mine. Now and forever."

"Amen," he muttered. Without another word, she dropped, impaling herself on Nate's hard cock and driving a piercing cry of ecstasy from both of them.

"Don't look at me," Marie demanded, her eyes ablaze. "For your past transgressions, for every time you wasted this tool of Jocasta's on an undeserving pussy, you don't deserve to watch me take what is mine by divine right." She rocked her hips, and Nate gasped, clenching his eyes shut. Never in his brief life had anyone, any of the teenage girls he'd gleefully fucked behind highschool bleachers and in parked cars and on somebody's parents couch, had ever taken his full length before. It had always been a test of endurance and lube to work his head and some of the shaft in. But here was his mother, sitting proudly atop a column of teenage cock that had swollen even beyond it's usual thickness, having taken it in one fell swoop. His eyes sealed shut by her Voice, all he could feel was the velvety hot grip of her pussy, its divinely slick walls rippling around him as she worked herself on his cock.

Marie ground her hips in a circle, pushing her clit insistently against his pelvic bone, relishing the fullness of her son's member, the completeness it brought. The head of his cock ground against the spongy barrier of her cervix, and drew a deep moan from both of them.