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The Notebook	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 66558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Just over ten years after the passing of Aang, Tenzin received an urgent message from his mother. A restless, punishingly swift journey to the South Pole on Oogi's back later, the master airbender arrived at the doorstep of the home Katara adopted in the permanent absence of her husband; an abode carved out of ice on the edge of the Tribal village. Tenzin burst through the door to be greeted with an empty room, the soft crackle of lonely flames burning in the fireplace.
"Mother?" he called. "I came as quickly as I could."
"Those words don't bring much comfort to a woman…"
Tenzin turned at the familiar sound of her voice, and then felt the skin around his eyes pull taut as Katara emerged from a doorway just ahead of him.
His mother, a mature, septuagenarian woman, was scandalously dressed. And not just for the weather. The lingerie was of the deepest blues, a thin, silky gown spilling open at her throat to frame the shape of large, satin-cupped breasts. Tenzin was lost in silent awe, only managing to find his voice when Katara fluffed her forever long, silver-grey locks.
"Mother...Mother, why are you dressed like that?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Perhaps not, for Tenzin had no reply. Only wide eyes and a loose jaw as he continued to stare. So Katara continued.
"I miss the intimate touch of another human being," she said. "A man, who would hold me close, touch me softly, and then fill me with his -"
Tenzin blanched. "Mother!"
She smirked. "Don't be coy. Even if it has been many, long years."
"Those times are past," he replied, swallowing.
"Oh, don't be like that," Katara said, pouting. "Your father was away so often. Your brother was always off trying to turn the island inside out at every opportunity, and your sister? Well, she preferred a man's company. You were the only one who made time for me, Tenzin." She smiled again. "And didn't I always make time for you, whenever, wherever?"
Tenzin swallowed again, and it felt like it took longer for the lump to slide down his throat this time.
"Surely you have other means -"
"What ever could you be implying?" Katara gasped in sharp affront. Though Tenzin knew it was false, he nevertheless could not quite meet his mother's eye.
"Why summon me, when you command the respect of the whole village?"
"And how many of its men would appreciate the shapeliness of a woman my age? Even for the handful that might, I would have to show them how to please me all over again. I have grown impatient in my years, Tenzin," Katara said. "I don't have the will to teach a fourth man my body."
Aang. Myself...
"Fourth?" he said, confused. "Don't you mean third?"
"Yes," Katara replied after a long moment. "Yes, of course I did. See? Your mother grows forgetful too," she said, quickly laughing.
"Perhaps we could forget this whole encounter, too…"
"Oh no," she said, and pushed away from the wall. "I have kept myself sane with fingers and Republic City's latest toys for long enough, Tenzin. I need a man, before I lose my mind."
Katara approached him, figure full as her plump hips sashayed from left to right. Her face lined with age and mischief, her eyes rooted him to the spot.
"I need to feel hands on my breasts, a mouth on my thighs, an eager tongue on my freshly shaven pussy - just for you. Just how you always liked it, Tenzin. You remember how hard you were when I first showed it to you, my wet, neatly trimmed pussy? You felt like iron. Like steel. Are you hard for me now, son?"
She stood before him now, his mother, in very close, intimate proximity. A tall man, the top of Katara's head just about brushed his chest, and from there she gazed up at him with a hand pushed deep into his robes. Her eyes were as bright as in the days of her youth, and his, sparkling with a cheeky smile.
"Oh, yes. Oh yes, you are..."
Tenzin had little to say as Katara slowly squatted down in front of him, resting back on almost perilously thin, manageably tall heels. She took his robes with her as she descended, rolling them down his thighs. His length quivered at the light touch of her breath.
"I missed this, so dearly," Katara said, looking up. "Did you, son?"
Tenzin replied with both hands winding into her hair, followed by an engorged rod of cockmeat pushing past his mother's pouted lips.
He took her mouth quickly, while she held onto the trunk of his legs or let her nails trail through the wiry hair on his thighs, humming when he thrust deep, hollowing out her cheeks with suction when precum leaked out onto her tongue, and clamping her mouth over one of the sensitive lumps hidden away in a protective sack when, breathing hard, Tenzin withdrew and took himself in hand. Katara peeked up at him with an eyebrow arched.
"You are as skilled as I remember," he said.
"I remember being able to make you come before you had the sense to pull out," Katara muttered from below, tonguing Tenzin's balls. His masculine scent was intoxicating, and she fell in love with it all over again.
He drew her up to stand again, which Katara was honestly grateful for as her legs were starting to tire. With deep and long reciprocation, he accepted her thankful kiss, and the taste of himself on her lips. Katara took him by the hand afterwards, leading Tenzin to the truest privacy of her home.
"You are more agreeable than I could have hoped," his mother said quietly a few minutes later. "I'd imagined I would have to work much harder to seduce you into my bed. Are you happy, at home?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Don't talk with your mouth full. Didn't I teach you anything, Tenzin?"
His head rose from between her legs, chin glistening wetly. "Yes, mother, I am happy."
Katara lifted her brow again. "Are you sure?"
"As much as I can be with a pregnant wife who more often than not - if always lately - rejects my advances," the man elaborated, his mother having closed her thighs to make him answer. She smiled when he did, however.
"My message was fortunately timed, then."
"Mm-hmm."
Katara rolled her eyes. Not long afterwards, they rolled again, her hands and thighs clamped around her son's head as her voice shivered.
He entered her almost immediately afterwards. Tenzin penetrated his mother in one smooth, swift motion, and suddenly she was full. A habit self-taught so many years ago, Katara bit down on the edge of her hand to stop herself crying out. He took hold her wrist and pulled her arm away. She gripped the bedsheets for dear life instead when he began to move, slowly sliding back and then pushing in inch by thick, satisfying inch, not quite to the hilt. Not yet. Katara would have to make him.
"Son," she breathed as he hovered over her, nibbling at her round, brown nipples as his hips rolled between her legs in controlled rhythm. "Son, let me turn over."
She may have been well into her years, may well have been a woman nearing her own sunset, but that didn't mean Tenzin had to treat her like she was fragile. She needed him to be a man, the same man that had once, without asking permission, bent his mother over the table of the family dining room, lifted her robes and pushed into her without a moment of hesitation.
Katara assumed that position now, propping herself up on her knees in front of her son. Her breasts, stretching with the onset of age, hung low beneath her but were no less appealing to her son's hands. She was so wet between the legs; Katara felt her arousal dribbling down her inner thigh as her hips slowly swayed. "Tenzin," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him. His eyes were clouded over with newly awakened lust. "Take me, like you used to."
He was a magnificent picture of masculinity right then that Katara let her gaze rove over. Broad in the shoulders and chest, and thick and strong in hand as he stroked off to the sight of his mother bent forward in front of him, submissive in her offering. His to do with as he was wont.
Katara shivered in anticipation as his took a firm grip on her hips, electricity spilling across her skin when his fingers squeezed into her flesh. And then cried out "Oh!", as Tenzin lined himself up with her waiting, dripping pussy.
"I don't know if I can hold back," the man said, speaking as the length of him squeezed into Katara's luscious hole.
"It's a little late for doubt, when your cock is wedged inside your mother," she replied, releasing a chuckle that turned into a long moan. "So deep. Oh Tenzin…"
"I remember why you liked this position so much," he said from above her, gyrating his hips in the smallest, teasing motion.
"Because it was your favourite," Katara groaned tightly. "Because you never took me so vigorously as when your sweet mother presented herself to you like a plaything."
Tenzin slammed into her. She didn't even sense him pull back first. All Katara felt was his hips powerfully colliding with her rear, knocking her already weak arms out from underneath her. She yelped as she fell flat on her front, squashing her breasts against the bedding. And then the warmth of her son's toned, slender body covered her, fitting against the curves her own made as she lay submissively beneath him.
"Mother," he said quietly, breath hot against the shell of her ear, "how long did you need me to stay?"
"I..I need you," however, was all Katara could muster in response with Tenzin grinding his length slowly inside her. "I need you."
It filled her, the feeling, blooming in her chest and core. She felt...she felt - oh, it was too difficult to name. All Katara knew, when Tenzin wound his fingers into her grey locks, pressing her into the bed as he rolled his hips was that this, this was what she needed. And him.
"Stay with me," said mother to son, in a voice of whispered yearning.
Tenzin withdrew until the very tip of his crown dwelt nestled between Katara's lips. "I will," he promised sincerely. And then, to a long, soulful scream, he drove in.
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