[Aster]
Somewhere in the far reaches of the cold north, deep underground beneath a sea of pines and firs, hidden within the endless maze of the ancient caves and tunnels, was a small, icy chamber. It looked no different from any of the others around it, with its frozen walls, floor, and large icicles that hung from the ceiling. A tomb, some might say, where no sunlight ever shone, where no wind dared to blow. It was the perfect place to die, to be lost to time. To forget and be forgotten.
And yet, in one particular corner of that cave, there was a small, warm pocket of life. Between two jagged rocks, protected from the biting cold by nothing more than a thin layer of fog and ice, a small family of three had somehow managed to forget about the dark world outside. Here, they had no worries, no pain, and no fear. It was just the three of them, huddled in the tiny nest of rags and cloaks they called their home. It was a night like any other, with only the quiet rustling of blankets and faint whispers breaking the silence.
"How's that? Feeling good, honey?" Nivalis asked quietly, her hands moving from the boy's lower back towards the soft, smooth flesh of his bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. His buttcheeks wiggled against her hands in response, his hips pushing forward slightly, his small boyhood pressing against her warm, wet skin. The second barely noticeable twitch of his shaft followed, which she felt as well, but didn't say anything about it. She just smiled and continued to caress his smooth skin, enjoying the sensation of his small body in her hands.
"Mm..." Aster murmured, barely nodding his head. "S'good," he breathed out in response, snuggling his face deeper into her silver locks, breathing in the scent of her hair. 'I should just ask. The worst that can happen is her saying no,' he decided, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between the two. "Hey, um, mom?" Aster hesitantly raised his head to look at her, a blush creeping across his cheeks.
Nivalis looked down at the boy, a small, knowing smile playing across her lips. She could already guess his question, feeling the growing firmness of his boyhood poking against her tummy. "Yes, sweetie?" she asked gently, her voice a faint whisper.
Aster licked his dry lips, his blush deepening. "C-can... I want to..." he started after a long pause, his voice trailing off as a shy, embarrassed look appeared on his face. "...I want to... kiss for a little bit. But not, like, normal kissing. Not pecks, I mean. Um... You know what I mean," he finally managed to get the words out, glancing down at her full, pink lips before looking back at her eyes. "Can we?"
The woman sighed and smiled, brushing a lock of silver hair from her son's face. "What about your breathing thingy?" she asked, staring at him with a soft expression.
Aster shrugged, his small shoulders rising briefly. "I can spare a few minutes, I think. Please?" he pleaded in a quiet, shy tone, wrapping his skinny arms around her neck and pulling himself closer to her. "It's a special occasion, after all. I really, really want to. It's my birthday wish," he mumbled shyly, staring into his mother's blue eyes with a small, pleading look, his face burning hot under her gaze.
Nivalis glanced over at the sleeping form of her daughter, then back at the boy's big, pleading eyes. "Of course, sweetie," she finally replied, leaning in and placing a gentle, tender kiss on his forehead. She trailed her lips down to his cheek, kissing his flushed skin softly before whispering in his ear, "Your mommy will give you a nice, long birthday smooch if that's what you want."
Aster felt a shiver run all the way down to his little butt as he listened to her sweet, loving words. "Mhm," he hummed, nodding eagerly at her.
She guided his face towards hers, her delicate fingers on the nape of his neck, slowly pulling him closer until their noses gently brushed together. "Not for too long, though," she breathed against his parted lips, staring into his golden eyes. "But just for a little while. You still need to focus on your mana, and you saw how much Silvia trembles without your mist," she murmured, her warm, soft breath washing over his lips. "Okay, honey?"
Aster nodded again, licking his lips and staring at his mother's full, pink ones, wanting to taste them so badly; it's been a while since they had a proper kiss. "Kiss your mommy, sweetie," she commanded in a hushed whisper, and Aster obediently obeyed, his small, pink lips gently capturing her bottom one, sucking softly on the warm, wet flesh. He felt her respond, her much larger lips moving against his in a slow, gentle rhythm, causing a quiet, contented hum to vibrate in his chest.
Their lips smacked together gently, their hands slowly moving over each other's bodies, exploring and caressing. Nivalis felt her son's small hands roam across her neck and shoulders, then up into her silky, silver hair, while her own moved from his back towards the soft, round mounds of his buttocks. Her fingers slowly squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, making him wiggle and squirm against her palms in response. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, their bare skin sliding over each other as they writhed in the embrace.
Without him even noticing, his little shaft grew firm and hard, swelling against the softness of her tummy, smearing a little bit of his excitement onto her pale skin. A long, tired sigh escaped Nivalis as she felt the warm, firm, twitching pressure of her son's erection against her bare stomach. She knew that soon enough, it would be her responsibility to take care of it. "Gods..." she breathed, gently pulling away from the boy's eager kisses. "Someone got a little too excited, hm?" she said quietly, looking down to where their bodies pressed against each other; her breasts were pushed to the sides by his small, flat chest, squished around him.
— "M-maybe?" Aster whispered back sheepishly, a shy, playful smile spreading across his pink, wet lips. "Can we...? Please?" he asked, pressing his lips back against hers before she could even answer, silencing any protest she might have had. His mother just sighed into the kiss, rolling her eyes at her horny, needy boy, but accepting his eager, wet lips nonetheless. "One more birthday gift. Just a little one, please, Mom," the boy breathed between their smooches, wiggling his hips a bit against her, trying to get her to notice his stiff, leaking shaft in case she hadn't already.
Nivalis sighed again, her warm fingers slipping between their tightly pressed bodies and down to her son's crotch. Aster let out a soft gasp as she reached his throbbing erection, grabbing it with just two of her fingers as he was simply too small for her to hold in her palm properly. "Ugh, alright..." she gave in, rubbing the wet, leaking tip of her son's little penis with her thumb. "...but no more kissing then, okay? Start working on your mana," she said, pulling away from his eager, wet lips and watching him nod in understanding. "Flip onto your back for me, sweetie. I need to be able to... catch it when you finish," she breathed, emphasizing her words with a gentle squeeze of his tiny, throbbing penis.
With a soft groan, Aster nodded again, reluctantly pulling away from his mother's warm, soft lips and letting her guide his body into the new position; her fingers remained wrapped around his little boyhood, not letting go of him for even a second.
He ended lying on his back, with her underneath him, her left hand on the small of his neck and collarbone, caressing the warm skin there gently, while her right remained busy, teasing his stiff, leaking shaft with gentle strokes and squeezes. "Thank you," he whispered, tilting his head back and planting a brief, loving kiss under her chin. Then, he gave her another one. And another one, slowly traveling up and down the length of her neck, leaving a wet trail wherever his lips touched.
"Hey! I said no more kissing," his mother chided gently, giving his shaft another warning squeeze, making him squirm slightly against her. "Behave, birthday boy," she added playfully, watching him pout at her in response.
Letting out a soft, disappointed whine, the boy ceased his smooches. "Y-yes, Mommy," he mumbled, looking up at her with big, apologetic eyes before closing them and letting his cheek rest against the soft skin of her neck.
"Here we go, baby," Nivalis sighed, finally pulling down his foreskin to expose the wet, shiny tip of his little penis, making him buck his hips and squirm in her arms. She felt his small buttocks squish against her tummy as he did so, and she couldn't help but give him a gentle, playful smack on his little testicles with just her fingertips, making him gasp at the unexpected sting on his most sensitive parts. The noises he made were adorable. She couldn't help but giggle quietly.
Aster squirmed and whined at his mother's gentle slaps, trying to move his little balls away from her playful, teasing fingers, but failing miserably. The second smack followed, and then a third, his hips jolting slightly from the painful pleasure that shot through his tiny, sensitive sack. "Meanie..." he mumbled under his breath, biting gently on the delicate skin of her neck to punish her a little for her teasing.
Nivalis just chuckled at that, giving his balls a few more playful taps until he finally stopped biting her neck, and instead, let out another, defeated whimper, accepting his fate, his small legs kicking weakly against her legs. Only then did she stop, enjoying how easily he submitted to her, letting her have her way with his most private parts. Her obedient little son, her sweet baby boy.
"Now, just like I taught you..." she whispered into his pointy ear, her hand moving up from his hairless balls and grabbing his small shaft, wrapping around it gently with just her thumb and forefinger. She felt every pulse and spasm that surged through his tiny, excited boyhood, and watched it grow and harden even more in her grip.
After a moment of simply watching it do so, she continued, "Twenty seconds is more than enough for the good boys to finish. You're a good boy, aren't you, honey?" she asked quietly, her fingers starting to move up and down his small, throbbing shaft in a slow, deliberate pace, feeling him leak down there almost like a girl.
Aster managed a weak nod. "Y-Yes, but..." he breathed out, trembling slightly with each gentle stroke of her hand, his voice quivering slightly.
"But?" Nivalis repeated after him, looking down at the boy in her arms, not stopping her hand from pleasuring her own son, moving up and down his little, swollen penis. She gave him a teasing squeeze, feeling a surge of pleasure jolt through him. "You're not a good boy, sweetie?" she asked with a fake, sad tone, watching him struggle to form his words under her teasing touch.
He quickly shook his head, his breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. "C-can..." he asked shyly, peeking up at her from under his messy, sweaty hair. "Can you go slower this time? I... I want it to last a little bit longer, Mom..." he whispered breathlessly, barely audible. His cheeks flushed hot as his gaze met his mother's, a look of embarrassment flickering across his golden eyes.
Nivalis' eyes softened at that. With a gentle, loving smile, she leaned in, pressing her lips against the boy's sweaty forehead, leaving a long, tender kiss there. Then, she slowed down the pace of her stroking, making his eyes roll back into his head at the sensation. "Of course, my love," the woman murmured to him, caressing his small, leaking penis in a loving, slow rhythm. "Just this once. But this is the last birthday gift for today," she added with a small smile, watching the boy nod. "No more asking for naughty things, okay? Good. Now, relax. Close your eyes and breathe..." she whispered into his hair, slowing down the stroking even further to match his breathing.
And so, they remained like that for many minutes, with Nivalis gently fondling and caressing her son's stiff, leaking boyhood, her other hand rubbing against his warm, sweaty skin. The wet, squelching sound of her fingers sliding up and down his little erection filled the darkness around them, his chest rising and falling slowly with each gentle stroke.
Inhale, hold, exhale. That was the only thing going through his mind, again and again, over and over, while his body shivered and trembled under his mother's loving touch. "Uhm... I-I feel like this way, I can gather more mana... yeah..." Aster breathed out after a long while, his voice strained, his eyes still closed. "We should be doing this every day from now on," he added, a shy, naughty grin appearing on his flushed face.
Nivalis rolled her eyes, giving the tip of his penis a gentle, warning flick with her finger, making him flinch at the sharp sting. "Don't push it, sweetie," she whispered, resuming her slow, rhythmic strokes along his shaft. "Nice try, though," she chuckled softly, leaning in and kissing his forehead again.
— "Worth a shot..." he mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to her chin as a way of apologizing. "Thank you. It is the... ah... the best gift ever. I feel very spoiled," the boy breathed, closing his eyes once more and nuzzling back into her neck, inhaling the scent of her warm, sweaty skin. She just smiled and giggled quietly at her silly, needy son, stroking his little penis even slower.
After some time, however, even that slow pace became too much for the boy. Without any warning, a soft grunt suddenly escaped him, and his small shaft began to spasm violently between her fingers. "Ah—" Aster let out a weak, pathetic cry, biting down on his bottom lip to silence himself as his orgasm hit. A hot, sticky jet of cum erupted from his little slit, painting his mother's hand in a thick, gooey mess.
It was almost like an instinct for Nivalis at this point, even before the very first twitch of his little cock, her hand was already there, right under his spasming tip, ready to catch all the mess he was about to spill. She learned the hard way that cleaning it off their blankets was a nightmare. One after another, the hot, sticky jets of cum splattered against her palm, his fire affinity making it all feel almost scalding hot to her.
"Shhh, shhh," she shushed him gently, her free hand rubbing his small chest in soothing circles before moving down to his belly, feeling his abdominal muscles clench with each spurt of his cum. "That's it. Good boy. That's it, sweetie," she murmured into his ear, kissing his sweaty temple softly, listening to the soft splashes of his seed hitting her skin.
When the last, desperate twitches of his spent, little shaft ceased, Nivalis moved her second hand to his crotch and squeezed his small penis between her fingers, milking the last remaining drops of cum from the sensitive tip. He let out a soft whimper at that, his legs kicking weakly against hers, but he didn't protest, simply letting his mommy do whatever she wanted with his most private and intimate parts, as if it was hers just as much as his.
Once she was sure there was nothing left to spill, Nivalis carefully pulled her messy, cum-covered hand away from the boy's crotch and, after giving him a few seconds to calm down, brought it up to the entrance of their shelter. With a deep sigh, she pushed her fingers through the opening, feeling the freezing breeze kiss her skin as she started to wipe the boy's seed off, using the ice and rocks. "Goodness, this was a lot," she complained to no one in particular, struggling to scrape all the stickiness off her, to little success.
Aster, meanwhile, was still catching his breath, his entire body trembling slightly from the force of his orgasm. His mind hazy, barely any thoughts came to him. "Who needs those girls... when I have the bestest mom ever," he murmured breathlessly without much thinking, giving her neck a few grateful kisses, not pulling away from her, not letting her move him away.
At that, a pang of guilt shot through Nivalis' heart at his sweet, loving words, knowing just how wrong it all was. No mother should be doing such things with her child; she knew that. It was a crime against nature itself, a sin against the gods, a betrayal of every parent's sacred duty. And yet, there she was, lying naked on the bed with her little boy in her arms, his warm, slimy semen dripping from her fingers.
Worst of all? A big part of her enjoyed it. How he sought her for comfort, how he trusted her so completely, how he allowed her to touch him in ways no one but his wife ever should... She didn't know how to respond, so she simply sighed and gave him a gentle kiss on top of his head, then brought her hand back down to his crotch, her sticky fingers wrapping around the boy's softening shaft once more.
"I won't be doing this forever, you know..." She found her voice eventually, barely louder than a whisper. "One day, sooner rather than later, you'll fall in love with a nice girl, and she will take care of your little friend much, much better than I could. Your mommy is only a temporary solution," she said, her tone turning serious. "We just have no other choice right now with your... special boy problems."
Aster stayed silent for a brief while, mulling over his mother's words, his skinny chest still heaving. Deep inside, he knew that she was right. That it was a temporary thing, that it wasn't normal, that it shouldn't last. Yet, a small, selfish part of him wished that it would. "Yeah..." he finally breathed out, his voice sad. "I know." The boy looked up at her, his golden eyes meeting her blue ones, and Nivalis saw a faint glimmer of tears in them. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to dispel the moisture. "I-I... I just..." he started, wanting to say something, but couldn't find the right words.
Nivalis also looked rather sad, looking down at the wrinkled, dirty shaft between her fingers, completely soft now that she had milked every drop of seed from it. "It's okay, sweetie. We'll worry about that when the time comes," she whispered to him, slipping her finger inside his foreskin, feeling the mess inside of it. "When we find a way out of this place and settle somewhere nice and safe," she added, moving her finger around the smooth, wet skin beneath the wrinkled skin, making the boy squirm a little.
It took Aster an embarrassingly long time to find the right words, to gather enough courage to say what was going through his mind. But, finally, he opened his mouth, whispering an incredibly shy, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into, Mom... In love, I mean." His heart hammered against his ribs, loud enough that even Silvia stirred in her sleep for a second, his ears and cheeks burning hot red. He didn't dare to meet her eyes, choosing to hide in the safety of her neck instead, too shy and embarrassed by his own words. "Sorry, I... I shouldn't have said that," he quickly added, barely audible.
It was how he felt, though. He said it, finally. A silly, childish confession of love from a boy to his mother, it might've looked from the side. But he meant it, every word. He couldn't imagine his life without her. 'Why did I even say that? Why did I say that?!' the boy screamed internally, wishing that the earth would just swallow him whole.
"Ugh... if you keep talking like that, someone will surely steal you away from me..." Nivalis sighed, not answering him at first. Her finger froze inside the boy's little foreskin. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, the only sound coming from the boy's ragged breaths and the thumping of his heart, which Nivalis could hear against her ribs. When she noticed that it got louder by the minute, she finally spoke again, "Sweetie..." She sighed, giving his small shaft one last squeeze and pulling her messy hand away from him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding him close to her chest. "You're just confused."
"You're just... You don't know any better, you're young and inexperienced and, gods..." She took a deep breath, watching his golden eyes look up at her, almost in tears. "And I'm no better, at times. Most of the time. All of the time, really," she added quietly, stroking the boy's hair gently with her clean hand. "Let's just... forget for now about how you feel and focus on surviving through this nightmare, okay?" she asked him, trying to comfort him somehow.
Aster gulped, letting out a soft, sad hum in agreement and nuzzling against her neck once more. "But we'll still be... doing naughty things while we try to survive, though, right...?" he asked into her hair, his voice as small and shy as his body.
Nivalis let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes in defeat. "Right. I'll keep taking care of all of your special needs until you grow older and wiser," she agreed, returning to playing with his little shaft again, making it flop from side to side between her fingers. "Until then, your mommy will take care of everything. Just until then," she whispered to him, feeling his tiny shaft give her a gentle, happy twitch.