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It wasn't her business, and yet it had to be. She'd already failed the order by having a son. Something like this could make things worse. She had every right to invade her son's privacy as well as the means. A secret room known only to her (and Thufir Hawat) connected to Paul's chambers on Caladan. It was dark and small as well as sound proof. A tiny hole, perfectly level with Lady Jessica's eyes, looked in upon the young man's most personal space.
This was the first time Jessica had used it in quite some time. She only chose this path when she noticed Paul struggling with something. A need to keep an eye on him overrode her respect for his privacy. There was never really anything too insightful to see, but she observed him anyway. Sitting alone in his room, Paul gave off his emotions through the most subtle body language. And yet it was rarely anything he didn't already reveal while speaking with his mother.
But tonight was a shock. Jessica wasn't used to being caught off guard, not in this way. Her son was deep in an embrace with Duncan Idaho.
She'd seen Paul naked before. That didn't phase her. But watching Duncan disrobe made it difficult to suppress her urges. Even though she was alone, her reflexes from her training made her reject such distractions. At least at first. The way his arms moved as he removed his shirt. The heaving of his chest. The curve of his thighs. Jessica noticed her posture was suddenly less than perfect. She took a deep breath, never looking away from her secret spying hole. Duncan sat on Paul's bed and spread his legs. Jessica eased herself into a more happy medium between rejection of lust and letting it overpower her. It was a near perfect state of control.
That control was almost immediately shattered the moment Paul got on his knees. Duncan got to the edge of the bed. Jessica's eyes refused to blink. Her son's hands rested on the older man's thighs. Jessica concentrated on the breath easing in and out of her nose. Paul smiled as Duncan patted him on the head. Jessica cleared her throat. She watched the way Paul took Duncan's cock in his mouth with such confidence. How long had this been going on? How had she missed this? What else was going on without her knowledge? Shoving aside these concerns, she regained control. That control was everything in this moment.
Paul slowly bobbed his head, barely taking his lips beyond the tip. Duncan sighed and leaned back. His fingers gently ran through Paul's dark hair.
Jessica's body was stiff and vigilant like a statue. She watched as if in a trance. Duncan's moans threatened to shatter her composure, but her stillness remained. Her eyes wandered up and down the swordmaster's body. Her breathing stayed almost painfully steady. The sounds of her son's lips echoed in her ears.
Duncan stretched his arms behind his head and arched his back. Jessica allowed herself to enjoy it, just for a second. That split second may as well have been a climax for her. Bene Gesserit training shielded her thoughts from being overwhelmed. She completely internalized her arousal. None of the physical signs would be able to be seen, even by the most trained eye. Her pupils wouldn't even dilate. An unnecessary precaution, as she was completely hidden, but it all came naturally to her.
Once again, Paul's presence proved a bump in the path. His sudden moans disrupted her concentration. Something so simple shouldn't be able to do that to her. This invasion of Paul's privacy had a purpose, and Jessica should be able to stick to that purpose. His safety and mental state needed looking after. That's what mattered. Not her feelings about this shocking relationship. And certainly not her juvenile feelings towards Duncan.
Jessica let out a shivering sigh. With a clear mind, she was able to admit something to herself without guilt. Her son was beautiful. She breathed again, more steadily this time. As that thought passed through her, she watched Paul climb up onto the bed. Duncan took him in his arms.
Jessica almost made the decision to give them their privacy. Nothing dangerous was happening. Aside from the potentially scandalous relationship, Jessica wasn't sure what she was expecting to prevent. But still, she had to observe. There was too much at stake.
Duncan pushed Paul onto his back and mounted him. Jessica hoped Paul was properly lubricated. Even if he'd done this before, Duncan was considerably large. She tried so hard to observe this clinically, but lying to herself began to feel foolish. Paul looked so happy and safe beneath Duncan. Rather than rutting him like an animal, it looked more like the warrior was nurturing and shielding Paul. Suddenly, Jessica wanted more than anything to be back in her own bed with Leto.
While she watched their increasingly intimate embrace, she expected to see similarities between her Duke and her son's lovemaking. But if anything, Paul reminded Jessica of herself. And yet she wasn't sure if that made her more uncomfortable or proud. Maybe the part of her that wanted to be in Paul's place was simply taking over.
Duncan and Paul moaned in unison. Jessica felt the first hint of sweat on her brow. Paul's body writhed. He grabbed his cock as Duncan continued to thrust into him. They looked each other in the eye and squeezed each other's bodies. Quick white bursts of cum landed on Paul's chest and stomach. Jessica stared. Such a waste. Her son's seed deserved more than to be spilled on his own body like that.
Interrupting her thoughts, Duncan let out a deep groan. Even from her angle, Jessica could tell what happened. She wondered if Paul was grateful. If he'd been born a girl, as was planned, he wouldn't be able to enjoy being filled with such carelessness. He wouldn't be able to enjoy Duncan Idaho's company in this way at all. He would have been promised to another. The warrior pulled out of Paul and laid down on the bed beside him.
Jessica watched as they kissed. But now she watched not as a Bene Gesserit, but as Paul's mother. Or at least she thought so. Sometimes she struggled with knowing when and where she drew such lines. There was always a way of redrawing them to fit her needs.