Jove nodded slowly, though his heart hammered in his chest. He knew the situation and conversation mirrored fishing, in a way. A hard and excited yank after a single bite would be an overreaction.
Beyond that, he wasn't sure what she was offering or even what he really wanted. He found his mother attractive, and all the touching and kissing they'd been drifting into as of late was enjoyable. But did he want to do more? Was it just curiosity or hormones driving his arousal, or a deeper, yet still forbidden connection?
"Mom." He put an arm around her body and brought his mouth closer to her neck. "I love you. Of course I can keep a secret."
"From Eve, from Aster, from Andromeda, even," she whispered. "From anybody else who, from this moment forth, becomes involved in our lives, here in Antarctica or elsewhere."
"Are you asking me a question or presenting me a EULA?"
She made a face and gently elbowed him in the ribs. "Now is not the time for you to be a smart mouth."
He kissed her on the cheek. "What is it time for, then?"
"I don't want you to make shortsighted mistakes because of the fact that you're twenty-five and cut off from an outlet," she whispered. "But you also need to respect me as your mother. Respect that I have authority, and that I make the rules and draw the boundaries."
He nodded slowly, slightly caught off guard by her second point. He'd seen how much it had shaken her when Aster and Eve had insisted they start making decisions as a group. Was this her way of seeking more control, both over him and over the entire family through him?
He wasn't sure he cared, which was likely due to his rising arousal, blood rushing places that made it hard to think. He kissed her neck, and she turned her mouth toward his and they shared in a passionate kiss, unrestricted in the way the earlier ones had been.
He wanted more. He felt condemned by that fact even as it took him over. He touched her leg, letting his fingers trace her knee, slide onto her thigh.
"I respect you, Mom," he whispered. "I understand the boundaries you're talking about. It's like you said. I need a better outlet."
He was too turned on to think straight and knew his mother was right about the mistakes he could make while in this mood. His cock was tenting his pants now, hard and blatant.
"Good." Her eyes fluttered for a moment, but she took a breath and narrowed them curiously. "Outlet is perhaps too strong of a word."
He felt his disappointment crest, but she smiled in a way that made him unsure of what to think. She could be shockingly unpredictable at times, and this wasn't a situation where anything made sense to begin with.
He kissed her again, and she laughed softly, patting his chest.
"What word would you pick then, Mom?" he asked.
"I think..." She kissed his mouth, then his cheek, and then let her mouth hover against his ear. "For tonight, I'll be more of a… release valve."
Such a practical description seemed to fit her personality perfectly, mechanical but illicit. Jove felt his mother's fingers gently brush his bulge, and he almost lost the ability to breathe. He wanted to pin her down on the cot and fuck her senseless, even though it was beyond wrong. But he made himself remember her words, her authority, and her boundaries.
Was this a test? Was anything ever not a test of sorts with her?
"Turn the lantern off," whispered Kira. "I think we'll both be more comfortable in the dark."
He nodded slowly but didn't do it immediately. He gave her a long kiss and rubbed further up her thigh. Kira slid her legs open a little for him, but seemed to think better of it and redirected his hand with hers, kissing the back of his knuckles.
He stood up and turned the lantern off. It rendered the tent in a fair amount of darkness, though with the sun never setting completely outside the tents insulated canopy, there was just enough ambient light to see vague outlines.
He heard the rustle of clothing and saw the dark shape of his beautiful mother undressing. Was this really happening? He took his own shirt off, shivering a bit as he did. The tent was still on the cold side, but that was all the more reason to use her body to warm up.
"Leave your boxers on," she said.
"Why?"
"You know why."
It was a bit like being handed a lighter and a firework and then being chastised for trying to light it. They were playing with fire regardless of whether it ended in a bang.
He watched her wiggling out of her leggings and could tell that she was in just her underwear simply from how she fidgeted in the ambient chill. Jove took his spot next to her on the cot again, unsure whether he was imagining the heat pouring off her body.
He kissed her again, his tongue finally slipping past Kira's lips to explore the warm, inviting space within. Her fingers danced across his chest, sending shivers down his spine as she responded to his passion. The chill spurred him to pull her closer, sharing heat that fed into the moment's intensity.
He slid his hand up the side of her body, tracing the bottom curve of her left breast. His own arousal was almost painful now, erection practically vibrating with need. Kira's gentle moans and soft gasps only fueled his desire, making him want to claim her fully.
He made a gentle attempt at pulling her thigh open, but his mother took hold of his wrist, gently slowing his pace. She broke their kiss, breath hot against his face as she let out a faint but amused chuckle.
"Not so fast, Jove," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "Remember what I said earlier."
Jove's face flushed with excitement and frustration. He didn't want to be slowed down, didn't want to be denied the release he craved. But Kira's gentle pressure on his wrists was unyielding, her hands holding him back with a firm but gentle touch.
"It wasn't just what you said," he whispered. "But how you said it."
He gripped her thigh with a touch of dominance. Kira sucked in a breath. He leaned into her, gently shifting her down on the double cot. Surprisingly, she let him, even wrapping her legs around his waist as he positioned himself between her thighs. It was like a sequel to their playful snow wrestling, except with all of the skin to skin contact that passing episode had craved. Almost all of it.
He leaned closer and kissed her deeply, rocking into her with a gentle motion. The cot creaked underneath them, the sound feeling like an indictment of each and every illicit movement.
Jove found a regular pace, dry humping her with blatant enthusiasm as they shared kiss after kiss. The noises his mother was making became a little less restrained with each one. He swore he could feel her wetness through his boxers and her panties. Another minute and she'd be so horny that she'd beg him to do what they both knew they wanted.
Or so he thought.
"Jovian," whispered Kira. "Boundaries."
"Let me just…"
"Let you what?" she snapped.
Her legs suddenly tightened around him in a way that he suspected she intended to use to emphasize her point. Mostly, it just felt insanely good.
"I'm not about to let you make a mistake tonight," said Kira. "One that we both would regret for the rest of our lives. Jovian!"
"Then what are we doing?" he almost shouted. "Why did you start this?"
She flexed sideways with her hips, showcasing a bit of intimate physical jockeying that made him realize that his mother was a practiced sexual creature. He rolled sideways onto the second cot, which sagged a bit from its missing leg.
He thought he'd been shut down completely, but his mother slid into him. Her fingers fumbled with his boxers in the dark, and then his cock was out, with her soft, loving fingers wrapped neatly around it.
"Oh," he said, dumbfounded by the sudden rush of pleasure.
Dry humping her had felt incredible. But this was even better, both in sensation and in that deeper, psychological way. She was doing it for him without hesitation, and she knew how to use her hand.
"A release valve," she whispered, echoing her earlier words. "For when you get pent up. For when you're on the verge of making a bad decision. It's all men, not just you."
"I don't think all men are getting hand jobs from their…" He trailed off, feeling his face flush hot despite not evening finishing the thought.
"Pretend it's someone else if you need to," whispered his mother. "Or just let it be me."
She took her hand off his cock for a second. When it came back, he felt her set a bit of cloth down on his leg. So like her to be ready for the clean up, to handle the mess even when it was going to be her son's cum.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the dark outline of her face. He felt like he was falling into a void, deeper and deeper, forbidden pleasure sinking him to the inevitable bottom.
Kira's strokes were deliberate and slow, as if she was savoring the moment. Her whispers were hot against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"Let it feel good. It's okay to enjoy it. Then we'll both go to sleep and never talk about this again."
It was like being under the spell of a succubus. Jove let his hand touch her again, and he made another attempt at laying her down, progressing the encounter, but didn't press it when she stopped him.
He touched her thigh instead, fingers sliding into her crotch only to find that she'd taken her panties off. Of course she had. The deviance of using her wet underwear to mop up his mess stoked his lust to new levels. He let his finger trace the folds of her pussy — his mother's pussy — and then slid one in.
"Oh!" she moaned. "Jovian!"
Her breathing sped up and her hand along with it. She was sensitive and ready for it, primed for release in the same way he was. He had her now. He needed her now.
"Mom…" He kissed her neck. "Lay down. Let me just… get closer."
"Oh, Jove," she whispered. "This is dangerous."
"It's fine." He kissed her lips again, and she made a little whimpering noise with her mouth against his.
"It's not… Mmm!" She kissed him again, stroking faster and faster. "Remember… the boundaries."
"You want it." He slid a second finger into her and gently teased her clit. "I know you do."
"You need to behave," she hissed. "Oh, Jove!"
"Mom!"
He felt her suck in a breath and tense up, leaning into him. Her pussy contracted around his fingers. His moment of triumph was immediately followed by the pleasure crashing through his restraint. He had her, but she had him, and the sudden rush of ecstasy pushed him beyond his limit.
Kira was quick to react, pulling her panties over the tip of his cock to handle the mess. So like her to make a plan and follow through with it, asserting her authority every step of the way.
Jove got the distinct sense that they'd both gotten only part of what they'd wanted. Only part, but more than enough.