[Aster]
The last rays of the sun filtered through the heavy, white branches of the old, moss-covered pines as the day was coming to a close. Orange hues painted the snowy ground, casting long shadows from every rock and shrub and washing away the usual green, brown, and white colors of the landscape. In the distance, birds chirped their quiet, late evening songs while a cold breeze from the east made the treetops sway gently to its rhythm. It was a peaceful and quiet end to a long, exhausting day.
Between those trees, hidden among a cluster of bushes, was a small, hastily built hut made of snow, ice, and a whole lot of branches, in a way that made it look like it was a part of nature, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding vegetation. The only thing that stood out was the soft glow of a fire that spilled through the branch-covered hole in the ceiling, barely noticeable even to the keenest eyes, and, with it, a quiet, pleasant hum of crackling wood that mingled with the sounds of the forest.
Now that they had plenty of mana at their disposal, putting together this small, cozy den had been relatively easy; Silvia used her ice magic to make a dome-shaped hut, just big enough to fit the three of them, with an entrance on one side and a small hole in the ceiling for smoke to escape through.
All that was left to do was cover it with branches, line the floor and walls with twigs and pine needles, and light a fire in the middle. It took them a little over an hour to put together, but the results were worth it. A safe, warm place to spend the night that was even more comfortable than their previous one under the fallen tree, one that they would abandon the moment the morning came.
Inside, everything was dry and warm; the floor was covered with a thick blanket of pine needles and twigs except for where the fire was, and it was soft and ticklish to sit on, smelling of the forest. Next to the fire were three pairs of boots, lined up neatly in a row, each as smelly and dirty as the ones next to it, their worn-out leather glistening in the orange light. Next to them, the trio's only sack of possessions rested against the wall, so light that it could easily be mistaken for being empty.
Similar to the boots, sitting on the opposite side of the fire were the owners themselves, with the boy in the middle, and a girl and a woman to his left and right, all three just as smelly and dirty as their belongings, but smiling nonetheless.
— "How much longer...?" Aster asked impatiently as he peeked from underneath his blindfold, the only piece of clothing he wore, taking in the blurry shapes of meat slowly rotating above the fire, juices dripping into the flames with a delightful, delicious hiss that made his mouth water and his stomach growl. And the smell? It was simply divine, unlike anything they had smelled in a long while. A kind of smell that made their noses rise into the air, following every waft that came their way. His eyes hurt from looking at the flames for so long, but he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at their dinner.
Girls were also naked to the very last toe, sitting on their clothing instead of wearing them, their paleness only slightly covered by the weak, golden mist that swirled around them. Aster's spell that kept the cold at bay, the only thing between their delicate, white skin and the icy walls of the hut that glistened in the firelight. A large pile of branches was stacked neatly right behind them, waiting there to make their nightly stay as comfortable as possible.
Noticing her son peeking from under his blindfold again, Nivalis sighed and pulled it back over his eyes. "Soon. And stop doing that, you'll make it worse," she said softly as her nimble fingers adjusted the piece of fabric to cover his eyes properly, her blue gaze then turning to look at the slowly spinning meat in her hand. An entire stick of nothing but fat and meat, pieces stacked so closely together that they hid the wood entirely. And with each rotation, it all browned just a bit more, and the smell got just a tad better. "Sweetie, how's your... you know?" she whispered, turning her head to the silver-haired girl sitting next to the boy.
With her legs crossed and hands between her thighs, sat Silvia, a small, melting ball of ice pressed against her puffy folds. "S-same," the girl replied quietly, a slight wince on her flushed, sweaty face, her golden eyes staring at the fire while her fingers kept the cold pressed against her most special place.
Aster's head turned in the direction of his sister, a shy, embarrassed smile on his face. "Again, I'm sorry. I thought you'd put your finger again..." he muttered apologetically, his voice barely audible over the cracking flames. Her sweet, girlish taste still lingered in his mouth, and her warmth could still be felt on his tongue.
Silvia only sighed at his words before removing the piece of ice from between her legs, revealing her pink kitty to the firelight. Two young, puffy lips glistened in the light, with a few drops of water running down her pale, inner thighs and pooling on the cloak she was sitting on beneath. Teeth marks all over her soft parts, some deeper and redder than others. The poor thing was aching, swollen, and painful to the touch.
After a few moments of inspecting herself, she let out an annoyed grunt and pressed the ice against the marks once again, a cold hiss escaping her lips. "You'll give me a nice massage tomorrow morning to make it up to me," the girl muttered under her breath, her golden eyes glancing at him with a slight squint, one that dared him to say no.
Nivalis grunted at the sight of her son's bite marks on her daughter's pussy, but chose not to ruin an evening with her lectures and instead kept quiet, returning her attention to the spinning meat in her hand. Butts can be spanked any day of the year, but meat can only be enjoyed when it's there. And by the gods, it was there.
Nodding, Aster's hand slowly reached for his sister's knee and slid up her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Deal," the boy said, letting her slump against his shoulder with a tired, exhausted sigh. Quiet squelching sounds kept escaping from between her pale thighs as she kept moving the piece of ice around.
The fire kept cracking, and the meat kept spinning, and spinning, and spinning... and spinning. Then, without any warning at all, Nivalis's hand suddenly stopped, the meat hanging in the air for a brief moment, and with a gentle whisper, she muttered, "It's done."
And those two words made Aster's blindfolded head jerk toward his mother's voice, his nostrils flaring wide to take in the heavenly smell. 'First proper meal in a year and a half... oh man,' he thought, swallowing hard.
Not a word was spoken as they divided the rabbit's meat between the three of them. Pieces of bark served as plates, getting filled with steaming, juicy meat, juices pooling in their dips and crevices. Their fingers glistened in the orange light of the flames, dripping with fat, trembling ever so slightly as they removed everything from the stick. Their breaths were shallow and quiet, almost nonexistent, not daring to blow the delicious smell away.
Aster was the first one to take a bite, his lips parting to let a tiny piece in, his teeth biting it off his fingertips. He felt his mother and sister's stares as he closed his mouth and slowly began to chew. "Oh gods..." he breathed out in a hushed, blissful whisper, his mouth filling with the taste of fat, tender meat.
Despite being cooked over the flames, it wasn't dry at all; on the contrary, thanks to the little guy being as fat as he was, it was as juicy and tender as can be, almost melting in his mouth like a slice of butter. "S-soooo good!" Aster murmured after his third chew, and if his expression didn't show enough of how much he enjoyed it, the tears that spilled from beneath his blindfold did. They just kept coming, one after the other, rolling down his cheeks as he chewed his food.
Silvia and Nivalis took a bite at the same time. "Mmmmhhh!" the two of them hummed in unison, their mouths full of the same taste as Aster's. It took an incredible amount of willpower not to stuff it all into their mouths at once, but to chew it slowly instead, like a normal person.
It was so good that Silvia even stopped massaging her kitty, letting the ice fall onto the bedding. "It was so cute and fluffy..." she suddenly sobbed between her chews, remembering the poor critter she had killed earlier. "And now we're e-eating it!" the girl choked through her tears, chewing and crying at the same time, her hands trying to wipe away the tears, but only making it worse by smudging her face with fat.
"I know the feeling, sweetie, I know. Here, try this one, it's even better..." Nivalis whispered as she picked a particularly fatty piece and fed it to her daughter, who began to cry even harder once she bit down into it. That made her and Aster chuckle at the sight of the girl crying her eyes out while eating, her cheeks puffed out cutely. "Shh, shh, it's okay, you did a good thing, honey," the woman cooed, bringing her closer to her bosom, where she let the girl sob and chew against her soft breasts. "You did a good thing..."
Then, suddenly, Aster stopped chuckling and chewing altogether and just froze in place. There, between his pale thighs, was a subtle movement, a slow, snake-like shift of his soft, foreskin-covered member as it began to rise. 'Huh. I didn't know it could happen from eating...' the boy thought, peeking from under his blindfold at the twitching organ, awakened by just a good food. He shifted uncomfortably, which was a mistake he understood too late when it drew attention from his mother and sister.
Silvia was the first to notice, her tear-filled, golden eyes following the rising shape between his thighs. It took her brain a moment to register what was going on, and when it did, she burst into a fit of giggles, her melodic laughter filling the small shelter, her sadness temporarily forgotten. Then, Nivalis's eyes followed, and she, too, began to giggle, though with her soft, motherly voice, the sound of which mixed with her daughter's in the most beautiful way.
It made Aster's face turn a lovely shade of red as he pretended that nothing was happening, taking another bite of his dinner. "How wondrously good this tastes, does it not? Pray tell?" he muttered in a forced, overly serious tone of voice, trying to act normal. The giggling only intensified at his words.
...
Crawling away from the entrance of the hut on all fours, Nivalis returned to the cozy light of the fire, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Outside, the moon cast a silver glow on the sleeping forest, painting everything in a soft, cold light that made it seem as if everything had lost its color. "I think we're safe..." she muttered, her eyes turning to her two children, who were lying on the ground next to each other, basking in the warmth of the crackling flames.
Their petite, skinny bodies sprawled on the bedding in the most lazy way possible, their bulging bellies sticking up in the air, their silver hair messily splayed all around them. She had never seen them so happy, not in a long, long while. "But I'll check again when I wake up to add some wood to the fire, just in case," the woman added, crawling between them before lying down as well.
Aster's belly was the biggest one, looking more like a small, round watermelon than a stomach. It rose and fell softly with each of his breaths, the delicate skin glistening in the firelight, his hand resting on top of it. His little guy still stood proudly, pointing towards the ceiling and twitching from time to time, almost inviting his mother's soft palm to grab it. It took her quite a lot of willpower not to chuckle at the silly sight of him.
He mumbled something incoherent in response to his mother's words, just before she grabbed him by the armpits and pulled his petite body onto hers. A cute, sleepy squeak escaped his lips as his cheek pressed against the softness of her breast. His blindfolded face rubbed against her pale skin in a catlike manner, his small nose inhaling her scent without stopping. At the same time, Nivalis did the same with Silvia, bringing her closer so they could both cuddle in her arms, until all three of them pressed tightly together. There was barely enough space on top of her, causing their legs to spill partially to the sides of her wide hips.
They all smelled of sweat, smoke, and meat, lying among the countless pine needles with the fire playing nearby. There were no silk sheets or soft pillows in sight, yet somehow, it felt like enough. It was the best evening they had had in what felt like forever. "Good night, Mom," Aster whispered, pulling himself up a bit and planting a soft kiss on his mother's full, plump lips, a soft smack echoing through their cozy hut.
Silvia was quick to do the same thing, her small fingers grabbing her mother's jaw and pulling it down, then planting a similar kiss on her lips. "Good night, Mom," she repeated, returning to her position on the woman's chest, snuggling into her soft, warm bosom. Her little behind wiggled left and right as she got comfortable, her hands pulling her long, silver hair from under her neck, her feet rubbing against her mother's calves.
But when the girl had finally found that perfect, most comfortable position to sleep in, the kind where all the muscles and joints are at ease, and nothing feels uncomfortable, Aster had ruined it all with a single, "Night," to their mother, and another wet smack of his lips against hers. That made Silvia immediately open her eyes and look at him, squinting at him with her golden eyes. That wasn't just a "Night" but a declaration of war, something siblings have been doing since the dawn of time: who gets the last "good night?"
"Asty..." Silvia whispered in an annoyed tone, her eyelids narrowing at his smug, triumphant grin. So the girl raised her head and gave Nivalis another kiss, a longer, louder one, to get her revenge. "Night, Mom," the girl repeated with her lips still pressed against the woman's soft ones, the same pink hue as hers. When she pulled back and looked at her brother, his lips were already halfway to their mother's, much to her annoyance.
Another loud smack was heard, followed by a quiet, "Good night." Nivalis just chuckled at their game, her fingers caressing their backs and shoulders, saying nothing.
And that was the start of the greatest "good night" war that had ever happened in this part of the forest. One after another, their lips pressed against their mother's, each one louder, longer, wetter, and sloppier than the last. "Good night!" "Night, Mom!" "Good night, Mommy!" "Mmmnn, good night, love you..." and so on. Their bodies shifted on top of hers as they tried to outlast the other, their legs kicking at each other, their lips touching accidentally from time to time.
Just when their little game was starting to get a bit too aggressive, and they began to push each other away, Nivalis grabbed both of their butts and gave them a good, firm squeeze, making both of them squeak in surprise. "That's enough, kids. I have a solution for you," the woman whispered in a soft, soothing voice, before pressing their silvery heads together and planting a big kiss on their lips at the same time. They struggled a bit at the beginning, but when they realized that there was more than enough room for two of them, the siblings kissed their mother back, their lips parting and closing at the same time.
Silvia was the first to stick her tongue out, letting the wet, warm organ slide between her mother's and little brother's lips, just when they were about to do the smooch. Instead, they ended up smacking her, their lips closing around her pink, slippery flesh, making her giggle into the kiss. Nivalis and Aster were surprised for a moment, their eyes blinking in unison, and then, almost simultaneously, their tongues were out as well. The smacks and wet noises got replaced by a sloppy sound of licking and slurping, their heads turning and twisting left and right as they fought each other for dominance.
Their tongues wriggled in all kinds of ways, licking, twisting, wrapping around each other, and trying to push one another down, and in the end, they all ended up giggling into the kiss, the sounds of their laughter mixing with the wet, noisy slurps. It was undoubtedly a strange thing to do, kissing like this together... but it was also fun and intimate, and it felt good, so they didn't think too much about it.
"Alright, alright... Everyone won," Nivalis giggled, pulling the two of them away from her mouth, leaving a mess of saliva across their cheeks and noses. All three of them were panting heavily from the lack of air, their faces flushed. "That was nice. Now sleep," she whispered, her hands returning to their backs, resuming the gentle, caressing touches.
Unlike her words, neither she nor Aster moved a single muscle. Their chests rose and fell in unison as they patiently waited for the girl to settle back into comfort. But Silvia knew her brother and mother too well, and the moment she saw them both gazing at her with those innocent smiles on their faces, her eyes narrowed. "Why... are you two staring at me like that?" she whispered, her golden eyes darting from her brother to her mother and back again.
Her lips formed an "o" as she remembered that his boyish parts were still stiff and pointed, in need of some motherly touch. "Oh. Oh!" she murmured, giving her mother a knowing smile. "Are you about to do something very... naughty? The kind you're so ashamed of that you'd rather I were asleep?"
The blush on her mother's face answered her question, even though the woman tried to play it cool. "We're not doing anything. Go to sleep, sweetie," Nivalis whispered. Then, her blue eyes turned to her son, "Right? We're not," the woman added, a stern, serious look on her face.
Aster nodded vigorously. "R-right. Nothing. No, we're not," he murmured in a hurry before flopping his cheek against his mother's breast and instantly began snoring loudly. "Zzzz-zzzzz-zzzzz... totally sleeping... zzzz-zzzzz..."
Silvia blinked a few times at the obvious lie before rolling her eyes and sighing deeply. "Well, I guess I'm going to sleep then. Nothing to see here, obviously," she murmured, sliding off her mother's chest and onto the bedding, turning her back on them and facing the fire, her butt rubbing against her mother's thigh in the process. "Good night, Mom, for the thousandth time," the girl muttered, her eyes closing and her breathing slowing down to a peaceful, slow rhythm.
For the next few minutes, silence reigned in the small hut, the only sounds being the quiet snapping of burning wood and the breathing of its sleepy occupants. But it didn't last long, as a subtle movement soon began to happen, the boy raising his head from his mother's breast and whispering, "Are we doing it?" into her ear. He was so ready that his round belly suddenly shrank back to its skinny self, making a loud, grumbling noise in the process.
A cute snore was her only answer; the woman's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in a slow, calm rhythm, her fingers resting against his lower back, right above that little bum of his. "Zzzz... totally sleeping, honey... zzzz..." she murmured, a hint of a smile on her face. Her left eye cranked open just a tiny bit to glance at him before closing again.
Aster sighed, his hand rising to her jaw to hold her in place as he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her softly. "You promised," he muttered, a hint of a whine in his voice. His only answer was more of those cute, fake snores, louder and more intense this time. "Zzzz! Zzzz! Zzzz!" the woman snored, her face all scrunched up in concentration, her body trembling slightly from the effort of not bursting into laughter.
Wrapping his skinny arms around her delicate, long neck, the boy kissed her again, a soft smack echoing through the small space, his tiny shaft shyly poking at her belly. It felt hot and incredibly sensitive, especially the smooth, throbbing tip of it. "Come on, Mom..." Aster whispered, his blindfolded face rubbing against hers. "You said I could... I want to hump your butt," he added, nibbling on her lower lip, sucking on the plump flesh for a moment before letting it go, letting it bounce back into place.
That finally got a reaction from her, a quiet moan from deep within her throat. Slowly, Nivalis opened her eyes, letting out a tired, quiet sigh that bordered on a hum. "You really want to? Even after all that food?" she murmured, glancing in the direction of her daughter, to make sure she wasn't watching. Her hand then slid over her son's skinny body to his butt, giving it a gentle, loving caress as she watched him nod eagerly and smile in a silly way. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered, her hand grabbing one of his buttocks and squeezing it before pulling him up by it and pressing his pink lips against hers.
Aster moaned into the kiss; the smile on his lips could be felt as they parted and closed against her big, soft ones. His hands remained around her long neck, while her fingers caressed the softness of his butt, sliding down to his thighs and then back up. After a few long moments of enjoying his mother's taste, when his lips were growing numb and his breathing shallow, the boy pulled away, panting. "Turn around and show me your butt, Mom," he murmured into her mouth, his hot breath tickling her parted, wet lips.
Nivalis squinted at him for a moment, her blue eyes staring into the dark fabric that covered his before shifting her gaze to the side in shame. She had to remind herself why she was letting him do it, how he got himself hurt just two days ago to get them out of that tunnel, and how, even despite that, he was ready to go into the blizzard and get them food. Not that she would ever let him, but the thought was there. And those sweet promises to take care of her, of them...? She wanted to reward her little man for being there.
Swallowing thickly, she nodded slowly and hesitantly, whispering, "Fine..." to which the boy grinned even wider. "But just a little bit... And you're cleaning up after yourself," she shyly muttered, then carefully placed the boy down on the soft bed of pine needles before turning around, her big breasts squishing out to the sides. She gave her boy a glance from over her shoulder, her blue eyes a bit worried, a bit embarrassed, his just covered. "And be quick about it, honey, like I always told you to. Good boys finish in under—" she began whispering, but his childish voice finished it for her.
— "...under thirty seconds. Yes, I remember. I'll try," Aster shyly muttered, patiently waiting for her to finish moving and present him her soft, round behind. He even removed his blindfold, revealing his golden eyes to the flickering light of the flames. They hurt, and his vision was all blurry, but he didn't want to miss this.
And present him she did, her beautiful, pale bottom rising into the air, her hips wiggling from side to side as she made herself comfortable. It was a lovely sight, her round, pale buttocks with not a blemish or scar on the skin, all white and smooth for him to hump against. Her spine curved beautifully down to her lower back, most of her skin covered by her long, silver locks. He couldn't help but swallow thickly at the sight of it. "I'll be so quick you won't even feel it," he breathed out without much thinking.
She sighed, shaking her head at his words. "Alright, sweetie. Just this once..." Nivalis muttered, her blue eyes staring into the gold of his, frowning at the sight of him not wearing his blindfold. But she chose not to say anything about it, "Go on..." she whispered instead, her face turning away to stare into the orange flames, waiting for him to mount her, his own mother.
With a quiet, excited hum, the boy did just that and straddled her wide hips, his small hands gripping her buttocks for support. His young shaft pointed upwards, throbbing in excitement right above the curve of her butt. However, before doing anything, he leaned to the right and grabbed the cloak he was lying on and tucked it beneath her, making her raise her hips just a little bit more. That made her pussy peek out from between her pale thighs, pink and puffy, not a single hair gracing her lips. He was tempted to touch it, to spread those soft, a bit wet, puffy lips and see what was hidden between them, but he decided not to.
Instead, he spread her pale, soft buttcheeks and exposed her tiny, tight anus, the hole clenching in embarrassment at being stared at, his golden eyes squinting to see it better. Nivalis let out an adorable, squeaky yelp at that, her body jerking forward and almost throwing the boy off, but she caught herself and stopped. "Are you just going to stare at it, or...?" she murmured after an uncomfortably long minute of nothing happening, her voice a bit higher than usual.
A generous drop of saliva fell from Aster's lips onto her tight hole instead of an answer, making the mother squeak and flinch once again. Without answering, the boy began rubbing his saliva into her soft skin, slowly, in small, gentle circles. The tip of his index finger slowly spread the wetness around the rim, making her hole glisten beautifully in the light. "Mmmh..." Nivalis moaned, her back arching a bit more, a reaction that made his hardness twitch and throb even harder, a clear drop of precum dribbling down his shaft.
When he deemed her sufficiently lubed up, the boy raised himself on his knees and pressed his crotch against his mother's soft cheeks, but didn't quite lean into it wholly. Instead, he chose to tease her for a bit longer and grabbed himself by the base of his erection and began slapping her soft, round behind with it, her pale flesh wobbling adorably beneath his pink mushroom.
With each slap, a quiet, wet sound filled the small hut, mixing with his mother's faint, embarrassed noises, the sounds of which made the boy grin like an idiot. The way her legs twitched with each hit, and how her hands clenched into fists a tiny bit harder... it was just so adorable! He kept slapping and slapping her butt, enjoying every moment of it, watching it jiggle and ripple under his childish strength. She didn't utter a single word of protest, remaining quiet and still as he had his fun.
That until she almost exploded with a hushed, "If you don't do it in the next five seconds, I'll change my mind and just go to sleep. And it will be the very last time I agree to something like this!" from her elbow, her head turning around to glare at him, a deep blush covering her entire face, all the way to the tips of her pointy ears.
That made him stop immediately and instead hug her from behind, pressing his small body tightly against her bigger one. "Okay, okay... I'm sorry, Mom, sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'll do it now," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her chest and groped her soft breasts, his fingers sinking into her big, soft mounds. Their long hair got all mixed up together, silver on silver, as he rested his head against her shoulder. "I'll be gentle and quick, alright? Just say if it's uncomfortable for you, I'll stop right away," he added, giving her shoulder a soft, gentle kiss.
Nodding, Nivalis murmured an embarrassed, "Alright..." as she hid her face back in her elbow, her blue eyes staring into the flames. "Make it quick, honey, please..." she added, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The feeling of his body on top of hers, so small and light, made her blush even more. She could have easily thrown him off if she wanted to, but instead, she just let him squeeze her breasts and press his erection between her butt cheeks.
It took him a few seconds to aim his pink tip between the soft curves of her buttocks, and the moment the angle was just right, he pushed himself in, spreading the soft mounds of her ass around his hardness as it slowly disappeared in between. "Uuhhhn..." Nivalis gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers grabbing fistfuls of pine needles beneath her.
The first slap of his bony pelvis against her bum was a soft, gentle one, happening just when his erection entirely disappeared between her cheeks, causing tiny ripples through her skin. Despite growing a bit down there, he still couldn't reach all the way to her pinkness, not yet. "How's that, Mom...? Are you okay?" Aster moaned softly, his head hiding in the long locks that flowed down her spine. His entire length was hugged from all sides, squeezed tightly in between the softness of her buttocks. The sensation of it almost made him cum right away, but he managed to stop himself, holding in a moan of pleasure as he waited for his mother's reply.
Nivalis didn't answer, not with words at least. Instead, her hips began to gently rock left and right in a slow, shy rhythm, signaling to him to get on with it. The boy smiled at that and gave her shoulder another kiss before pulling back his skinny hips, exposing his wet shaft to the orange glow of the fire, only for him to shove it back into her warmth.
Slowly, gently, yet it still made her butt ripple and shake from the impact, their skin of the exact same hue almost melding together as their bodies pressed tightly against one another. Like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly together. A soft, quiet moan escaped the woman's lips when his small testicles slapped her in the process, the sound so naughty, so dirty, making them both burn with heat.
Third thrust followed, a little harder this time, the boy's breathing growing heavier as he thrust his hips into her, the sound of his little nuts slapping her skin again. This much was more than enough for Nivalis to regret ever agreeing to something like this, but it was a bit too late now to have a change of heart. "Mmmh..." she moaned quietly, her thighs trembling slightly as the boy's small hands squeezed her breasts, his little fingers sinking into her soft, pale flesh, possessively so.
Her feet rose into the air behind him, toes curling the moment the next thrust hit her, the feeling of his wet length sliding between her buttcheeks making her thighs shake involuntarily even more, the shameful wetness spreading over the soft folds of her pink kitty. Preparing herself for the fifth one, she took a deep breath and held it, her fingers tightening around the pine needles.
However, it never came. Instead of pulling out, Nivalis felt him remain deep between her cheeks, his pink tip throbbing hard and fast. Confused, she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but before she could do so, she felt spurts of something incredibly hot and sticky strike her tight butthole, painting it in rich, creamy white. "Mommy..." Aster moaned from behind her in a small, pathetic voice.
Her spine arched even further, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, eyelashes fluttering with every rope of semen coating her puckered hole. But when the fertile warmth trickled down her perineum toward the smooth lips of her sex, her eyes flew open in panic as wide as they could go, and she clenched muscles she hadn't known existed not to let any of her boy inside. A heartbeat later, her hand shot down to cover her moist pussy—just in time, as another rope of cum burst from his small balls, splattering her fingers and leaving them sticky.
Spurt after spurt, the viscous fluid continued to ooze from the tip of his young penis, sliding down her fingers and onto her wrist. Then, he suddenly slumped against her, his chest rising and falling rapidly against her back as he breathed hard, his heart pounding in his small chest so hard that she could feel it with her back. "A-Asty?" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
But instead of an answer, she only got his arms tightening around her chest, and a cute snore, similar to the one coming from his sister. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." she murmured, her forehead pressing into the pine needles beneath her. Her legs remained raised in the air, his penis still nestled between her buttcheeks, while his fertile semen—her own son's—continued to trickle between her pale thighs.