It was her first taste of pleasure, raw and unfiltered, and Jack drank in every moment, his own arousal straining against his pants.
Emboldened, he slipped a second finger inside, stretching her further.
Her warm pussy walls pulsed, accommodating him with a slick, greedy pull.
She felt full, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as he worked her, his fingers thrusting in a steady rhythm while his thumb teased her clit.
Her moans grew louder, uninhibited, filling the kitchen with the sound of her awakening desire.
Jack's eyes never left her, memorizing the way her breasts heaved under her blouse, the light pink nipples pressing against the fabric, the way her thighs trembled as she surrendered to the unfamiliar sensations.
"Jack," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Something's… happening."
He felt it too—the tightening of her walls, the quickening of her breaths.
"Just let it happen, Mom," he said, his voice low, encouraging. Her hands gripped his wrist, her nails digging into his skin as a wave built inside her, cresting higher with each stroke.
Her body arched, her head thrown back, and then it hit—an intense, shuddering release.
She cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as a gush of clear liquid squirted from her, splattering the floor, her hips shook, trembled.
Jack tilted his head just in time, avoiding the spray, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
Her eyes snapped open, her face a mix of shock and embarrassment as she stood, hastily rolling her skirt back down.
"What… what was that?" she stammered, her cheeks flaming. "I… I peed. I'm so sorry, Jack."
He stood, wiping his hands on a towel, his expression calm but triumphant.
"No, Mom, it wasn't pee. It came from a different place. It's… something else." He gestured to the floor, where the liquid glistened, clear and distinct from urine.
She stared at it, confusion clouding her eyes.
"It's not… pee?" She looked at him, then back at the floor, her mind grappling with the sensation that had overwhelmed her, the pleasure that still lingered in her trembling limbs. "What was that… feeling?"
Jack stepped closer, his voice gentle. "You're clean now, Mom. Don't worry about it."
He grabbed a rag and began wiping the floor. "Go take some rest. I'll clean this up."
She nodded, still dazed, and he helped her to her feet, one arm around her waist.
As they walked to her bedroom, his hand brushed against her breast, the soft weight pressing against his fingers through her blouse.
She didn't notice, too lost in her thoughts, or didn't care, or she noticed but waved it off as normal.
He laid her on the bed, spreading a bedsheet over her, her curves outlined beneath the thin fabric.
"Take some rest, Mom," he said, standing by the door. "I can make lunch, or we can order something."
Her smile was soft, her cheeks still flushed. "Thank you, dear, for taking such good care of me." Her eyes sparkled with gratitude. "I'll buy you any game you want."
He nodded, a grin tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Mom." He closed the door behind him, his heart pounding.
Once alone, Jack clenched his fists, a surge of triumph coursing through him.
"Damn," he whispered, his voice thick with exhilaration. "That was… amazing."
He'd won a high-stakes game, pushing the boundaries of this virgin world and coming out on top.
The goddess's gift was real, and he was just getting started.