Jim's first thought was that someone had broken into the loft... what he found was much worse. Blair seemed to be in a state of shock and Naomi was in tears and completely naked. Trying to grasp the situation, he leaned down to Blair and held him in his arms. "Blair, hey... it 's your mom, everything's okay... you just had a bad dream." Glancing up at Naomi, he saw her drag the top sheets from the bed, wrapping herself in it; protecting herself from his eyes.

"Dream?" Blair locked eyes with Naomi then dropped his eyes quickly. "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't realize who you were. I'm... sorry." Jim pulled Blair to his feet and with his arm around him, pushed him back onto the bed.

"Blair, honey... I'm sorry I scared you. I just came in and thought I would climb into bed with you, without waking anyone. I didn't want to disturb you. I'm sorry, sweetie." Naomi pushed the hair out of Blair's eyes and smiled down into her son's face. A look of despair had settled into the lines of her beloved child's face.

"It just scared me, that's all."

Jim could feel the tremors running through his lover's body. "Blair, why don't you sleep upstairs and we'll let Naomi have your room." Snuggling Blair close to him, he led him up the steps, pausing at the top to call back to Naomi, "I'll be right down, just let me get him settled."

Getting Blair into bed with the covers pulled up around him, he whispered quietly, "Chief, what happened? You okay? " At Blair's continued silence he couldn't help but ask the main question, "Does your Mom usually sleep with you?"

Pushing Jim away from him, he stuttered, "Yes... We weren't rich like you were Jim. We didn't have a big house and servants; we had one bed and no food most of the time! Screw you, Jim!"

"Blair, I didn't mean anything, I'm sorry. I just want to make sure you're okay, that nothing happened to you."

"Nothing happened. I was confused. I just thought someone had broken into the loft. Go on... Mom's waiting for you." Turning over, he lay quietly until Jim went back down the steps. Biting his lip, he let a few tears slide down his cheek.

Naomi had already straightened the bed and dressed herself in a robe by the time Jim returned. Smiling, she spoke quietly. "I'm sorry, Jim. I guess I should have awakened everyone. Forgive me?" The sweet girlish voice made him smile. Naomi sometimes seemed as young as her son.

"Sure, it's okay. I was out on a late patrol tonight. Blair must have really been startled to react that way; he'll feel like an idiot tomorrow. If you have everything, I'm going to go along to bed. Goodnight." Jim gently kissed Blair's mother on the cheek. "We're happy you're here."

Shutting the door to her room, Naomi sat back down on the bed. Wringing her hands she wondered if Blair hadn't realized her attentions or just pretended like everything was okay. It wasn't the first time she'd been in Blair's bed, but it had been several years. Sighing, she lay down and let her memories drift back to the past... to the beginning.

Thirty-two years earlier

Naomi lived in San Francisco, a member of the new freedom generation. The world was changing in this Age of Aquarius. Smoking pot, LSD, and living on the streets were the freedom she longed for. Coming from an old-fashioned Jewish community, her parents disowned her when she ran away with a boy she just met the week before at the movies. She vowed never to return.

Just seventeen years old and she was pregnant. She didn't have any idea who the father might be, but it really made little difference in her life. The good life beckoned her forward, a new bed to sleep in whenever she wished and a drug full of new experiences to try. Finally, into her eighth month of pregnancy, Naomi decided to find a nest for her and her child, her fast life catching up with her.

Meeting a man called Michael at a bar, she decided to move in with him. After all they had the movies and the peace movement in common. The next four weeks flew by and she went into labor on a Tuesday night. Several of the women in the neighborhood had had homebirths, so Naomi decided to try it. Twelve hours into labor her lover abandoned her to find a bottle of beer, the screaming driving him away never to return... A little over six hours later, Blair Jacob Sandburg made his appearance in the world. The pains racking her body finally produced this adorable little baby. For the first and last time in her life, Naomi fell in love.

Naomi doted on little Blair. To her he was the most amazing child ever born. By age four he was reading books, doing simple math problems and learning to cope with his mother. Naomi hadn't given up her life style; instead, she dragged Blair into it. Men of all ages and sizes lived with him and his Mom. Sometimes Naomi was so happy, nothing could bring her down, and at other times she would cry, while cursing all men. He soon found that hiding the liquor bottles and the cigarettes with the funny smell would keep his Mom in a better mood. If that didn't work, he would become her baby, climbing into her bed, suckling at her breast. His Mom loved him above all things and they would find comfort together in the big bed.

Eighteen years earlier

When Blair turned fourteen years old, he found puppy love. A girl at school had been giving him the 'look' and his body had responded, much to his embarrassment.

"Mom, I have a... problem."

"What is it, Blair?"

"Sex." Blushing, he related his problem. His mother listened attentively as always to his question.

"Honey... that's nothing to be embarrassed about. All men have sexual urges. Why I remember the time my brother ejaculated at the dinner table." Laughing softly, "Now, that was embarrassing."

"MOM! I really don't want to hear about Uncle Ed's problems. I want to know what I should do."

"Nothing. It will work itself out. If you feel like you're going to... explode, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom. Blair, have you had sex with a girl, honey?"

"No... but I know all the mechanics of it." Blair blushed a rosy shade of pink. "Mechanics?" Laughing delightedly, she pulled Blair toward him, giving him a hug. "Hmm. Let me think about this, honey. I'll try to figure out what you should do." Hugging him, she sent him off outside.

If only Blair were like other children. She knew it was time for his virginity to end. Sighing, she laid her head down on the desk, trying to decide if tonight was the right time for the start of their new life together. Sometime later, raising her head, she looked at Blair's picture on her desk. Tonight.

After dinner that night, Blair was reading his assigned homework, The Quiet Man. The story held him enthralled as he lived the life of the character in the book. Feeling his Mom snuggle up beside him, he turned and smiled at her.

Naomi watched her beautiful son; long dark curly hair caught back behind his ears, with his twin sterling silver earrings glowing, he was a beautiful child. She hugged him. "Blair, honey... I want to tell you a story."

"Sure, but I have to finish this book tonight. We're having a quiz about it tomorrow."

"Blair, do you remember when we were in Peru five years ago? You remember playing with the children in the villages?"

"Sure. It was great! Hey, we're not going back are we? I could study those ruins I found in the mountains."

"No, honey. But I have a secret to tell you." Taking a deep breath she continued. "Blair, I made a miraculous discovery there. I have a story to tell you."

"Okay."

"Once long ago, there was a woman who thought she knew everything that life had to offer. She came of age when people were doing drugs and experimenting with all sorts of weird things taking LSD, Cocaine, anything that would give her a high." Naomi took a quick breath... she could tell Blair was listening to her.

"Then one day she traveled to a far off country and met a Shaman. He told her that eternal life could be hers if she followed his directions. Being a silly girl she believed everything the Shaman told her. That night she went to his hut... and drank a strong potion. The fire made shadows on the walls and then things became very hazy. A young male child was brought into the room, and was instructed to lie beside her. Soon, she felt a sexual frenzy envelop her body, and she made love to the young male. The next morning she awoke to find only the Shaman in the hut with her. He grinned when she told him of the realistic hallucination she had experienced the night before. Over the next few nights the dreams kept returning, except it was always a different male child."

"Why didn't she reason it out? " Blair asked. "It's completely obvious that the Shaman was just using her."

"Why... maybe because she enjoyed it." Hesitating, she again continued. "She finally made preparations to leave the village, when the Shaman tapped on her door, she expected to pay him for his efforts. He refused to take money saying he'd all ready been paid. Not understanding, she demanded to know what he was talking about.

"Madame... the payment is eternal. The young males you made love with will now father children that will live to be hundreds of years old. You have fulfilled the prophecy of our tribe. All of your children will live to be very old just like you. Do not feel that I have cheated you. You will have a very long life to see all that you please. You will need to have sexual contact with your own male child when he reaches puberty. Give him this gift and he will have an eternity to thank you. "

"Do you really believe that story, Naomi?" Blair whispered.

"I do believe, or I want to believe it. I want you to live." Hugging him closer she drew him to her breast. "Blair, when I feel this frenzy, I want to come to you. I've resisted in the past. I..." she started crying, but felt herself pulled into her son's arms. "I want to give you this gift. Can you accept it, Blair?"

Blair held his mother in his arms, listening with his heart. "Yes, Naomi." He knew this was twisted logic but his Mom so wanted to believe it, that he would accept 'the gift'.

That night after Blair had finished reading The Quiet Man, Naomi waited for him to take a shower and go to bed. She had left it as long as she could, but time was running short. She had to share with Blair his first sexual encounter. Before she lost her nerve, she entered his room and shut the door behind her.

A mass of curly auburn hair was all that she could see. Blair always buried himself in the covers at night. Pulling the covers back, she pushed her son over, letting her naked body scoot in beside him. Resting her head against his back, she gently ran her hands over his body, finding very little chest hair on him yet. The feel of his naked body was an aphrodisiac. Letting her hand dip lower she found his penis. Rubbing it slowly she felt her son respond to the motion of her hand. Getting more bold, she let her lips nibble his, increasing the pressure, until his mouth opened wide for her tongue. Moaning, she let herself feel the intensity of her love.

Blair came awake slowly, loving the feeling of being rubbed. It felt so wonderful. A tongue invaded his mouth and he realized this wasn't a dream but a nightmare. His Mom was in bed with him, naked, attempting to have sex with him. He had thought he could go through with it, but instead he felt violated.

"Mom, stop!" he cried.

"No, baby. I have to..." Climbing on top of him, she let her body slide down onto his penis. Rocking, she felt Blair respond to her sex. They coupled quickly, letting the sensations skyrocket them into oblivion. Blair's seed spurted into Naomi's body and he could feel his mother's sexual orgasm. A few minutes passed in silence. "I love you, Blair." Settling down they shared the rest of the night in bed. "You'll be safe now."

At the response, Blair felt his soul shriveling. Maybe it was incest, but it could be the love of a mother desperate to save her son. At fourteen, adult rules were blurred around the edges in his mind.

The present

Blair awoke early that morning, snuggling closer to Jim. Something he couldn't quite remember was nagging at him. "Jim, you awake?" he whispered quietly. Snuggling closer he routed for a nipple to suckle. The tugging made Jim open his eyes and look at his lover. One of Blair's defense mechanisms was to nurture when hurt or upset, he doubted that Blair was even aware of doing it. Turning toward him, Jim started rubbing his back gently.

"You okay, babe?"

Blair groaned softly, letting Jim take command of their loving. He could feel the Sentinel hardening against him. Sliding onto his back, he let his legs spread apart. Jim positioned himself, resting on his arms, fitting himself snugly against Blair's opening. His cock weeping, he gently pushed into his lover. "Shh... babe. Let me in." Jim felt the muscle loosen and he pushed himself inside the small hot cavity. "That's it."

Blair let the rocking motion catch up with him; he could feel Jim's penis hitting his prostate. Groaning, he let himself push upward to meet the pressure. Rocking to and fro, they both were caught up in the moment of love. Blair enjoyed taking his lover over the edge with just a little pressure. The tempo built until Blair felt Jim spurt semen deep inside him, finally letting his own orgasm take him.

"Hm. I think a shower is in order before your Mom gets up, Blair." Pulling himself high in the bed he dragged the younger man up with him, leaning them both against the headboard. "You want to talk about last night?" Gently letting his fingers comb through Blair's hair, he listened to his lover's heart start beating erratically.

"Nah... I was just strung out last night, waiting up for you, then I fell asleep and Mom scared me. I had no idea she was in the loft." Yawning, he pulled himself from the bed. "Let's hurry, the shower sounds good." Scratching his stomach, he hurried over to the dresser, pulling out clean boxers.

"Chief, I can see why she scared you. Dark house, someone standing by your bed. The question is, why was she naked?" Jim watched a dark shadow pass over Blair's face. Something wasn't right.

"Jim, she was getting undressed before donning her nightgown. Geez." Blair stared into Jim's eyes. "You didn't peek did you?" A note of suspicion entered his voice.

"Well... I mean... she was naked, Blair. How was I not supposed to peek?"

"That's my Mom, Jim! No peeking!" Chuckling, he walked down the steps to the bathroom. Jim slowly followed, wondering what Blair was really thinking; knowing it was more serious than a little nudity.

Naomi awoke to the sound of the guys making breakfast. Deciding that everything must be all right, she quickly dressed in jeans and a turtleneck. Smiling, she opened the door to the room. "Good morning, honey." Kissing Blair on the cheek, she turned to Jim, giving him a big hug. "Waffles! I love them. So, how are you my two favorite guys doing this morning?" Taking a seat at the table, she took some waffles for herself, poured syrup on them and added a small pat of butter.

"Hey, Naomi. We're fine. It's our morning to go in late so we thought we'd make you breakfast. What exciting things have you been doing since your last visit?" Jim poured himself a cup of coffee, then refreshed Naomi's cup.

"Oh, I do have a retreat coming up in the mountains. I just wanted to see my adorable child before I left."

"Adorable child... I didn't know you had another child, Naomi."

Laughing, they all finished breakfast. "Blair, I was wondering if I could talk to you sweetie?"

"Sure, Mom. Is something the matter?" Blair felt the dark warmth invade his body. He wanted to run from the room, but he couldn't. This was his Mom.

"Not really. Just family business. You don't mind do you, Jim?" The question caught Jim off-guard.

"Uh... no, I'll just go upstairs." A smell filled his senses, light, as if it was pheromones; maybe Blair was still radiating testosterone from earlier.

"Jim, I mean I know you're a Sentinel. I was hoping that Blair and I could talk in private. You know." Smiling, she let her tone set the mood.

"Of course. I can go on down to the station. You stay here and talk with Mr. Adorable." Laughing, he grabbed his keys and coat from the rack. "See you later, Chief." Jim turned, catching a second of hopelessness in Blair's eyes, but the next moment he felt his lover kiss him good-bye.

"Bye, Jim" Smiling with his perfect smile, Blair didn't realize the smile didn't reach his eyes.

A few minutes later, Naomi rose from her chair, going to the window. She had to make sure that Jim had driven away in the truck, that there would be no interruptions. "How far can he hear you, Blair?"

"Two miles, I think." They both stayed quiet for another ten minutes.

"Is it time, Naomi?" A soft sob sounded in the room. Blair wasn't sure if it was his or hers.

"Yes." Naomi entered the bedroom, disrobing. She carefully laid her jeans and sweater on the end of the bed, and then she lay down. "Okay, honey."

Blair had already stripped the clothes from his body. Taking a deep breath he walked to the bed, looking down upon his mother's body. "I wish this was different." Crawling onto the bed he lay down upon her. Feeling her hands rove over his back and buttocks, he arched up under her hands. "I'm with Jim now Naomi. After today... I don't want to do this again. Mom, do you hear me?" He gently kissed her lips.

"I love you, Blair. I know this is very difficult for you."

Blair felt his penis hardening. Pushing gently he entered his mother's body with a careful tug. Soon they found the perfect rhythm together. They became one. If his mother believed with all her heart that she brought him the gift of life, she would never leave him alone.

"We have to get up." Blair pushed himself to the end of the bed. "No more. This finishes it."

Naomi smiled behind her son's back. She would return.

Jim listened for as long as he could. Finally, pulling the truck over to a stop before he caused a wreck, he listened for Blair and Naomi to speak. Five... ten minutes passed before he heard them speak. Time? Time for what? He knew he was being unfair to Blair, but something this morning just wasn't right. He was afraid for his friend and deeply troubled. Jim knew it was silly, it was Blair's mother, for God's sake. But... it felt all-wrong. A strong smell of pheromones filled the truck. Blair's. Was he projecting or actually sensing them? For a few minutes he zoned on the smell. Then turning the truck around, he headed back to the loft.

Stopping the truck with a screech he hurried inside the building, taking the steps two at a time. Pausing at the door he listened inside. Silence. Unlocking the door he entered, stopping on the threshold. Blair and Naomi sat on the couch holding each other's hand. They both looked up at his entrance and smiled.

"Hey, Jim, you forget something?"

Jim stared at them. No odor now permeated the rooms -- or maybe a light scent of incense as if they had been burning candles. Feeling like a total fool, he grinned at Blair. "I forgot something upstairs. Be right back." Running up the steps he paused and listened to their heartbeats, realizing they were almost in perfect unison. How unusual. Dragging his gym bag, he hurried down the steps. "Sorry. I forgot I had to go to the gym today."

"Hey, that's okay... I guess I'll go on with you. Naomi's going on to Big Sur. " Kissing his Mom, he pulled his jacket off the rack. "Be sure and call when you get there, Naomi. Ready, Jim?"

"Bye Jim. Look after my baby for me." She let her hands touch her son's dear face once again. "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Mom." They hugged quietly then pulled Jim into their embrace.

"Bye, Naomi." Kissing her on the cheek, Jim put his arm around Blair, holding him close. Shaking off a cold chill, he felt Blair's hands on his arm. A sweet smile lightened Blair's face, making everything all right.

The door shut and Naomi let out a breath she'd been holding. She wasn't sure if Blair would continue to keep their secret, but if Jim interfered she would have to take Blair away.