[Aster]
A pleasant rumble echoed in Aster's tummy as he sat on the back of his sister's legs, having been there for quite a while, and gently rubbed her sore thighs that she had been complaining about, while the strong scent of roasted meat filled the entire burrow. As always, the fire was the only source of light, its orange glow dancing across the pine needles covering the floor, the icy walls that Silvia had made, and their naked bodies, all of the same pale hue.
It was a deep night outside, pitch-black, with not a single star visible. The wind had picked up, cold and furious, whistling through the trees and rattling the branches that covered their burrow entrance. But in here... in here, it was all quiet save for the crackle of the fire and the soft, rhythmic sounds of Aster's hands roaming over his sister's smooth skin, with the occasional happy hum escaping her lips.
The evening had been spent trying to make Silvia feel better, from the moment they built the burrow and dragged themselves into it until now, with lots of cuddling and whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Just like with that rabbit they hunted when they first escaped the tunnels, she felt terrible about killing something as cute as that piglet. It took a lot of effort from both him and their mother to cheer her up, but they managed. A full tummy definitely helped, as well as the promised massage.
"Mmm... a bit lower," she murmured into the pine needles, her face pressing into them, lips barely moving. Aster obliged and slid his hands down to the back of her knees, digging into the soft flesh there with his thumbs, making her sigh and wriggle her legs a little beneath him. "Now butt," she commanded a few moments later, her small feet kicking playfully at the air behind him.
Aster chuckled and moved up again, over the tender skin of her inner thighs and all the way to those cute wrinkles where they met her butt. His stiff, pink erection throbbed the moment he spread her buttcheeks apart with his palms, revealing to him her tight, pink parts in the firelight.
That throb turned into a full-on ache when her pucker tightened shyly under his gaze, when he noticed how those hairless lips below parted a little from the pressure of his hands, just enough to give him a peek of the moist flesh inside.
He looked up from her and over to their mother, lying on her stomach just nearby, her head propped up on her hands with her eyes closed. A tiny smile played on her face from the simple pleasure of just resting after a long, exhausting day. The orange light of the flames danced across her naked back, highlighting the soft curve of her spine and the dip of her waist before flaring out into the generous curve of her hips.
After making sure she wasn't watching, Aster returned his attention to the girl beneath him, to the small, inviting butt spread open for him to stare at. With a quiet, shaky breath, he began to knead her cheeks, with one finger of each hand sliding dangerously close to those hairless bits as he did, but never quite touching them. Silvia didn't say a word to that, just wiggled her butt a little, urging him on without a single sound.
The boy had no idea how long he had been massaging her, but it was long enough for her to fall asleep. When he noticed her soft snores, he stopped and just sat there, atop her legs, with his hands still resting on her small butt, a satisfied, sleepy smile on his face.
Aster managed to memorize exactly the way her parts tightened and relaxed with each breath she took, when she shifted her legs a little, when she sighed... every tiny little variation of that, an incredibly important piece of information for every brother out there. 'Nice,' echoed in his head.
With one last, gentle squeeze of her behind, Aster pulled away and shifted to the side, careful not to poke her with that stiff thing of his. Who he did want to poke it with was his mother, resting just nearby, so he crawled over to her on all fours, the pine needles rustling softly under his knees. "I'm back..." he hushed quietly as he snuggled up to her side, pressing his bare chest against her shoulder.
Not opening her eyes, Nivalis wrapped her arms around her boy. She hummed as she pulled him against her, then rolled onto her back, bringing him with her until his bony body rested atop hers, right where he liked it the most. Her large, soft breasts squished against his flat chest as she did that; her palm did the same to the small of his butt. "Hey, sweetie," she murmured sleepily, brushing hair from her face. "Done with the massage already?"
Nodding against her shoulder, Aster hummed, "She's asleep," looking up at her longingly. Just when he was about to say something, the wind didn't let him as it rattled the branches covering the entrance, violently so, making both of them flinch and look that way.
For a long moment, they didn't say a thing and just listened to the furious nature outside, to the creaks of nearby trees and the howling that went with them. "The snowstorm's getting worse..." Aster eventually murmured, quietly so.
Nivalis kept her eyes on the entrance for another few seconds before looking down at him, into the gold of his irises. "Yeah... seems like it," she whispered, her palm leaving his butt and moving up to the small of his back, past the shoulder blades, and into the silver of his locks, all to find that pointy ear hiding in there, then did the same to his other ear with her left hand.
Gently rubbing his ears between her thumbs and forefingers, she murmured, "I didn't get a chance to say it earlier... but you did great today, pumpkin. Both of you." A few delicate tugs at them, followed by, "I guess it's my turn to make you feel better after today?"
The boy responded with a soft hum and a delicate poke at her hip with that very part of him that needed some taking care of—a silent yes that made Nivalis chuckle. "I am very, very... sad," he murmured, burying his face into her neck, "and need some cheering up." A wet, sloppy kiss found her skin right after. "If only there were a way to... hmm, I dunno..."
A quiet, sleepy laugh escaped Nivalis at that. Her hand left his ear and went down to the swell of his butt again. There, she slipped her fingers between the cheeks and ran the tip of her middle finger right along the perineum, a little line that connected the small boy-hole to the base of his testicles. "I might... I might just have an idea," she whispered at the same time he gasped and spread his legs involuntarily for her.
Slowly and gently, she traced her way along that sensitive spot down until her finger bumped against the back of those small testicles, all warm and hairless, filled to the brim with naughtiness. "Hmm..." she hummed into the top of his head, her fingertips carefully cupping those smooth balls and giving them the softest of massages to soothe the ache she felt in there.
For a few minutes, they just lay like that, in the orange glow of the fire, her caressing him and him squirming on top of her, with nothing but the crackle and the howl of the storm to fill the silence. Up until his shy whisper found her ear, "Mom..." he breathed, "...remember our deal when I brought you the first boar? What did we do back then?" A little smooch at her neck accompanied that.
A long, weary sigh left her at the memory, of him humping her and then falling asleep on her back after. "Sweetie..." she breathed into his silver head all while gently tugging at those soft testicles between his thighs.
He whimpered ever so cutely at the feeling and pushed himself up on his arms to look down at her, pleading with those big golden eyes of his. "But it's a special occasion, kinda..." he whined at her sleepy expression that told him he had little chance of succeeding, yet he continued anyway. "It's been a while since we've done that, and... and I really want to, you know?"
That made Nivalis chuckle. "I had no idea," she murmured, her other hand finding its way into his silver locks, ruffling them a little.
— "Besides," he continued, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "you won't have to do anything, like... at all. You can just rest and close your eyes while I do all the work." Then, an even softer murmur followed, "I'll be gentle. I'll even massage it first."
Nivalis looked at her boy for a handful of heartbeats, her gaze scanning that hopeful, pleading face of his, then shifted to the still-sleeping girl just a step away from them. After a quiet sigh, a soft, "Alright..." escaped her. "But you'll do all the cleaning up after. No falling asleep like last time, young man. It took me a whole hour back then to wipe everything off my butt," she complained quietly, to which he answered her with a happy little nod and a sloppy kiss on the lips.
After a moment of contemplating her life choices, Nivalis let out a quiet breath and pushed her troublemaker aside onto the bedding. Aster watched in silence as she slowly rolled onto her stomach and then wiggled herself comfortable on the pine needles, all to present to him that pale, soft butt he loved so much. She didn't say a thing and just closed her eyes, pretending like she was just about to get some sleep and not about to get mounted by her own son.
With a quiet, excited hum, Aster straddled the back of her thighs, the pink underside of his erection pressing against her skin as he did so. The firelight highlighted the soft curve of her spine that tensed slightly at the contact, then a little more when he placed both of his warm palms onto her sides, just above her hips.
There, he began massaging her like he had promised, pretty much doing what he had done moments ago with Silvia. He squeezed, rubbed, and kneaded at her sides and hips for a while, enjoying all the little sleepy hums escaping her as he did. "We should do this more often. Your breasts are too heavy for your back," he murmured somewhere in the middle of it, his scarred hands carefully moving over her flawless skin.
A quiet, lazy "You have no idea..." escaped her in return.
Then, after a few more minutes of that, when she got all relaxed and melty beneath him, Aster moved his hands lower, over the slope of her butt, and took a whole handful of each cheek. He didn't do anything else for a bit, just massaged them gently, squeezing and releasing, all while his erection throbbed right beneath them, impatiently so.
Nivalis got so relaxed under him that she didn't even notice when his hands began to gently spread her cheeks apart, revealing to him places no mother should ever show to her son. Not a single hair there in that forbidden view—just the pale, soft skin around her tight, little pucker and, lower down, the moist, pink lips peeking out slightly from between her legs.
His gaze lingered there for a long moment as Aster held her open, his breathing getting just a bit heavier, even more so when he noticed just how similar she looked down there to her daughter. Same shape, same color, same wrinkles, all except for the size... the same. Even the way she tightened slightly under his stare was just how he remembered.
The ache in his groin got almost unbearable at that sight, and he found himself pushing his hips forward without even thinking about it. The tip of his erection bumped against that patch of pale skin between her holes, then slid up a little and disappeared between her cheeks. His foreskin rolled back as the wet head kissed her right there, his testicles settling against the soft lips beneath a heartbeat later.
A loud, shaky gasp escaped Nivalis. The boy's hands immediately slid beneath her and locked around the softness of her tummy to keep her still. The pine needles rustled under his knees at her sides as he settled his weight, after which he stopped moving entirely.
For a long minute, Aster just stayed there and did nothing but look at the back of her neck, at the silver curls that lay across her shoulder blades, and just let her feel every little throb he had to offer. Then, a slight twitch of his hips, and a small forward nudge.
It was then that Nivalis truly noticed her boy was growing into a young man, the very moment she felt that hot, moist tip of his length bump right into her tight hole. Not once did he manage to reach it in the past, not even close, as he wasn't big enough for that, but now... now he did.
Her hips wiggled helplessly under the pressure at her tight ring of muscles. Her feet went straight into the air behind him, all on their own, her face pressing into the bedding with a quiet groan. "Asty..." she breathed, a muffled, strained sound that made him twitch even more between her cheeks.
Aster muttered a quiet "It's okay, mom... just try to relax," and leaned forward, pressing into her back, all to bury his face in the silver of her hair that smelled like smoke from the fire, a little bit like the cold snow outside, and a whole lot like herself. She felt tense in his arms, so he held still, just like that, letting her calm down and get used to him.
The hue of their skin matched so perfectly in the warm glow of the fire that it was hard to tell where he ended and she began. Just a mother and son, hidden away in their little, cozy burrow in the middle of nowhere, among hills of snow, doing things mothers and sons shouldn't be doing.
It took a while, but eventually she began to relax under him. Her breathing grew steadier, her muscles less tense, and her feet slowly lowered back down into the pine needles until her toes disappeared among them. Only then did Aster dare to move, to pull back slightly and then push forward again, sliding the entire length of himself in that tightness and warmth she offered.
His every movement was so slow and careful that if someone were to watch them, they wouldn't even notice he was moving at all. In, out... in, out... slow, steady movement that let Nivalis feel every little vein, every little ridge of that throbbing mushroom as it dragged against her skin. Spurts of warm precum kept leaving the tip with each pass, coating both him and her in that slippery wetness.
It continued for minutes, with her just lying there and taking it, doing her hardest to pretend she was asleep, and him moving slowly, carefully above her, both of them just breathing together. The wind outside kept picking up and howling at the trees, rattling them like toys, but they were too focused to notice.
Then, at some point, his hips began to change the rhythm, going a little faster, a little more forceful into the softness of her butt. "Don't... don't aim there, sweetie," Nivalis hushed at him, quietly so, as his tip kept bumping against her pucker, over and over again, threatening to push past that tight ring of muscles.
Her left hand moved behind her, between their bodies, and with two fingers, she gently pushed his tip away from her hole and down a little, toward the much safer spot between her cheeks. "Here... like this, okay?" she breathed into the pine needles, her hips wiggling under his small weight.
Nodding against her back, Aster slowed down and adjusted himself so that each thrust went where she wanted, then went back to what he was doing. "Sorry, mom..." he mumbled between the soft, delicate slaps of his skin against hers.
Nivalis didn't answer and just returned to pretending she was sleeping, even though the firelight made it clear how flushed she was, especially the very tips of her ears sticking out through the silver of her hair. Like a good mother, she endured it all, endured the quickening of his hips, the way his length throbbed more and more insistently between her cheeks, and those quiet, high-pitched whimpers he let out above her.
Even when his hands slid up along her ribs and squeezed at the softness of her breasts, she kept her body perfectly still, letting him have his small bit of happiness. There wasn't much of it in their lives these days, with all the miserable walking and starving and running that had simply no end, so the least she could do was just let him have this, have her all to himself tonight.
After a moment of thought, she decided to encourage him a bit, to help him finish faster so they could finally call it a night. "That's it, sweetie..." she cooed quietly, "...let it all out for mommy. Show me what a good boy you are." A little wiggle of her hips against his accompanied that, a tiny push back that met his next thrust, making the slap of skin on skin a bit louder and naughtier than before.
It didn't take long after that. Maybe a minute, maybe less, of Aste humping her butt like a rabbit in heat, all breathy whimpers and clumsy little pushes, before he came. He went very, very still all of a sudden, a tiny, shaky, "Mom..." escaping him as that tip of his twitched against her once, then twice, and the warm, creamy boy-milk began to shoot from him, testicles drew up tight against the base of his length.
As the boy whimpered and shuddered, Nivalis squeezed her eyes shut and just let it happen, staying mostly still except for her hand slipping down between her legs to shield her puffy parts from his naughtiness. Just in time, too—the next few spurts somehow landed all over her fingers, all warm and sticky and ropey, causing her legs to twitch in the air behind him. A quiet, "Ugh..." escaped her at the feeling of all the mess he made.
Then, Aster just went limp atop her, with his softening penis still nestled between her cheeks and sweaty forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. Only his hands showed any signs of life, kneading at her breasts from beneath in a mindless, slow manner. Not a spark in that silver head of his, just a hazy, buzzing fog of pleasure that clouded every single thought in there; that's how good it felt.
They stayed like that for a little while, with him lying atop her like that and her lying still beneath, a mother and son under the soft light of the fire, listening to the snowstorm outside. That is, until Nivalis heard a familiar snore right by her ear, then another. He fell asleep. Just like that, like last time they did it together. On top of her, with his little penis still nestled between her cheeks. "Honey...?" she murmured, letting out a quiet sigh through her nose, then shook her hips a little to wake him. But he didn't react.
She tried again, this time with a deliberate, firm jerk of her butt against him, which, considering how petite he was, actually sent him up into the air a little, just a tiny bit. Much like when he humped her, his hips landed back onto her behind with a naughty slap of skin. "Aster... wake up," she whispered, trying to turn her head to look at him, but all she could see was his messy hair.
Her pale behind jerked up again to wake the sleeping rascal, and once again his hips met hers with another sloppy slap, even louder this one. Then once more, and one more. With each little shake of her hips, his limp boyhood—still tucked between her buttcheeks—kept sliding in all that mess he'd made. The feeling of it... she tried to erase it from her memory the moment it appeared. On the sixth try, the little sleeper stirred awake.
— "Mmm... wha...?" Aster mumbled into his mother's shoulder, nuzzling against her warm skin as he slowly woke up, completely disoriented. It felt like he had slept for sixteen hours and like no time had passed at all, both at the same time. His hair was all around, sticking to his sweaty forehead as he blinked slowly, golden eyes struggling to focus in the dim firelight.
"Sweetie, cleaning... you promised," Nivalis reminded him, her flushed face still pressed into the bedding, her muffled words barely audible over the crackle of the fire and the soft snores coming from Silvia nearby.
It took the boy a few blinks and a handful of squeezes at the full weight of her breasts for him to understand what she meant. "Oh..." he hummed as the memories slowly trickled back into that sleepy head of his. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips as he let go of her well-fondled mounds and pushed himself up from her back, his soft arms trembling slightly from the effort. "Sorry... I'll... I'll clean everything. Stay still."
They both felt how that wet, cum-covered length of his slipped from between her cheeks with a quiet slurp, leaving a shiny trail on her pale skin. Neither said a thing to that. Aster just awkwardly got off her, onto his knees, then wiggled himself between her and the sleeping girl to get to their bag, all while his soft penis jiggled about. The girl didn't stir at all, not even a little.
Nivalis watched him from the bed, one hand still shielding her puffy parts, as he rummaged through the bag and eventually pulled out the old rag they used for cleaning—the same blindfold of his from the after-tunnels days. Then he grabbed their small bark cup from near the fire and went to the entrance, where, after pushing aside the heavy branches, he dipped it into the fresh snow to fill it. A bit of fire magic later, and he had a nice, warm cup of water to clean her with.
On his knees, the boy shuffled back to his cum-covered mother, the cup wobbling in his shaky hands, a few drops of melted water spilling onto the pine needles along the way. "Here... spread your thighs," he whispered once he reached her. Nivalis obediently did so, presenting her baby boy with that glistening, sticky mess of princess parts she had.
Aster gulped at the sight, at the way the firelight danced on the pink folds and on the white cream that was smeared all over them and on her fingers. Her tight butthole kept clenching under the weight of his seed that pooled there, again and again, desperately trying to keep it all away. Ropes and ropes of his boy-milk connected her cheeks together, shining as they stretched, broke, and reformed with each little shift of her hips.
By far, it was his best painting yet, a true work of art that rivaled every sunset and mountain view out there. His penis gave a little throb at the sight, even though he was spent down there. "...just... hurry up, okay?" Nivalis murmured after a moment of him just sitting there behind her and staring, her butt wiggling impatiently in the firelight.
Nodding quickly, Aster set the cup of warm water aside, then took the rag and dunked it into the water. Wringing the crap out of it with both hands, he leaned forward and, with the slowest and most gentle movements he could manage, began cleaning her.
He started with the messiest spot, that incredibly tight pucker that he painted all over. Nivalis flinched and gasped quietly as the warm, wet cloth touched her there, her thighs trying to close instinctively, but with him sitting between them, she couldn't do that. A little pat calmed her down somewhat, and after a moment, she relaxed, letting her boy take care of her.
He was very thorough, circling that wrinkled ring of muscles again and again, watching it clench and twitch with each touch of his wrapped-in-cloth finger. Each wipe made him hold his breath, just waiting for her to scold him for touching her there, but that never happened. All he got were soft, quiet whimpers from her and more tight little spasms against his digit.
Even after the white cream was gone from there, his gaze lingered on that shy, little pucker. There was something about how that delicate, soft skin moved that he just couldn't tear his eyes away from. Only after another little shift of his mother's hips did he move his attention elsewhere, down to those puffy parts that her fingers were still covering.
Clearing his throat quietly, Aster hushed, "You can... you can move your hand now, mom," and she did, with a sigh that echoed through the whole burrow. Her cum-stained fingers slowly slid to the side, revealing to him the pink, delicate lips hiding behind them, partially covered in his seed and in desperate need of cleaning. His penis gave another weak throb between his pressed-together thighs at the view.
With a clean section of the cloth, he carefully wiped along her sensitive folds, feeling how incredibly soft and warm she was there. Her hips kept jerking and wiggling beneath him, left and right, from each and every touch of his finger. "Stay still, I can't... I can't clean properly if you keep squirming," he complained after a while, putting one scarred hand on her butt to hold her steady.
Nivalis let out a frustrated huff into the scratchy needles at that, her whole face flushing. "I'm trying, sweetie. It's... it's a bit sensitive down there," she mumbled back at him, between bits of pressure he was applying with his finger on her pussy lips, then did her best to hold still for him; his hand remained on her butt.
One little wipe after another, and soon enough, not a single drop of white graced her two-petal flower. After he was done with them, he cleaned her fingers next, one by one, then moved to her behind and cleaned the rest of the mess he had made there, wiping between the cheeks until her skin was perfectly flawless again, with no traces of her son's love left behind.
Then he took care of himself, using the same very cloth, with a bit of her fluids still on it. A quick wipe down his softening length, another around his sac, and he was done. He tossed the spent rag aside, then dipped his fingers into the warm water in the cup, gathering just enough in his palm, and then gently trickled it over her cleaned parts. She gasped at the feeling, her thighs trembling slightly, but he didn't stop.
He leaned back in and began gently washing between her legs one last time to make sure everything was perfect down there, this time with just his fingers. Around the shy pucker, along the smooth, hairless lips, her thighs and buttcheeks too. Her feminine scent filled his nostrils, making him a bit lightheaded.
After a minute of that, Nivalis quietly cleared her throat. "Alright, I think I got it from here," she said, pushing her hips a little, trying to get up. "I can do the rest myself."
But Aster hushed a quick "Wait, wait..." and pushed her hips back down, not with force but with just a gentle press of his palms against the swell of her butt. Holding her in place, he murmured, "I think I saw something down there... but I'm not sure what it is. Let me see." That got her to stop wiggling immediately.
With a tiny, mischievous smile on his lips, he brought his two fingers against her smooth lips and gently spread them apart. That incredibly pretty, pink, moist world inside greeted his golden eyes, causing a third throb of the night in that small thing of his. All glistening and inviting.
Nivalis let out a quiet, "A-ast..." as he did that, her toes curling. For a short while, she just lay there with a worried look on her face, all obedient with her pussy spread apart for her son; her head turned to the side to watch him, her silver locks brushing against the bedding as she did.
Just when she was about to freak out that some of him might have gotten inside, she noticed that silly, dreamy expression on his face as he kept staring at her most secret place. It took her only a heartbeat to understand what this was really about: him just being a boy.
In an instant, she rolled over onto her back, forcing Aster to let go of her parts and quickly shuffle aside. "You little..." she mumbled, narrowing her sleepy, blue eyes at him as she closed her thighs, hiding everything away from his gaze.
His smile widened into a grin, a happy, satisfied one that made his golden eyes sparkle in the firelight. Not a hint of remorse on that flushed face of his. "You're just a silly, naughty boy, you know that?" she whispered, then pulled him into her arms, right on top of her, into the softness of her large breasts.
A muffled chuckle came out of him against her chest, then a giggle when she began tickling his sides, making him squirm and yelp in her embrace. His arms flew all around as he tried to protect himself from those evil fingers, but he had no chance at all.
The fire kept crackling and popping as they wrestled for a bit, until he was just a breathless little thing with tears in the corners of his golden eyes, and until she decided he had enough. "That wasn't nice, young man. I should probably spank you tomorrow morning for that. Yeah," Nivalis murmured into his hair.
The boy whined, squirming in her arms as he tilted his head back to look up at her. "But—mom—I had a good excuse," he mumbled, brushing away all the silver from his flushed face, revealing a cute pout on his pink lips. "Really. You can't be mad." He paused, swallowing, then added in a softer voice, "It's a really good one, I promise."
A long, drawn-out sigh escaped her at that. "Alright... what is it, this... 'good excuse' of yours that made you think it's okay to spread your mother's... you-know-what?" she whispered, his small body wiggling on top of hers without stopping, her breasts jiggling against his chest in the process.
Aster's golden eyes lit up with mischief, and with a dramatic sigh, he pushed himself higher until his face disappeared into the silver of her hair. There, he found that long ear of hers and whispered into it the naughtiest, "Because..." his lips smacked a little, "...you're just too pretty down there, mom. All pink and... puffy, and—hey, don't pinch me!" he squeaked as she did just that at the softness of his butt.
"I am not 'puffy' down there," Nivalis grumbled with a bit of color on her cheeks. A quiet huff escaped her as she gave his cute, soft butt another pinch, making him yelp again. "And you're not to look at your mother's private parts like that. Or talk about them. Or touch them. Or... oh, for the love of..." she trailed off, then pushed his head into her shoulder with a quiet, "Sleep. Now, unless you really do want that spanking."
A quiet, defeated hum came out of Aster before he nuzzled closer, into the delicate curve of her neck, then began to pepper it with little goodnight kisses. Soft, tender, and all over. His small hands found their way around her shoulders, the firelight dancing on the pale skin of their naked bodies.
Nivalis hummed pleasantly at first, then frowned a little when his kisses just kept coming, one after another, with no sign of stopping. When he started nibbling at her earlobe, she grew suspicious. "Honey... what are you doing? I said sleep," she whispered, then shifted in his arms, which was when she felt it.
Something hard and hot pressing against her tummy, the very thing she thought was done for the night. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me..." she mumbled in disbelief as she put her hand onto his bony hip and lifted him a bit, only to see that misbehaving boy-handle of his, stiff and angry-looking again, as if there was no humping at all tonight.
A long, weary sigh emptied her lungs completely. Then another when Aster pulled back from her neck to look down at her, with that hopeful little smile on his face. Not a word came out of him, just that look.
Nivalis stared back into those pleading golden eyes for a long while, her blue ones tired and sleepy. "You're impossible..." she groaned, but took his small length into her warm, soft hand anyway. With care and tenderness only a mother could give, she began stroking him, pulling that fragile foreskin up and down over the moist tip, all while the snowstorm raged outside.