[Nivalis Silverfrost]
The night outside grew darker and colder, wind howling pitifully against the walls of their little hut like a thousand lost ghosts, trying to get in. Heavy clouds with mountains of snow in them rolled over the forest, swallowing what little light the stars offered and plunging their little cove into near-total darkness. The snowstorm Aster had predicted had begun, but inside it was still just as warm and cozy, where only the soft snores of the exhausted girl and the gentle crackle of the flames could be heard.
After Aster tossed the now-damp cloth aside, neither of them spoke for quite a while. They just sat there, the young boy atop his mother's lap, listening to all that was happening outside. The whole time, her fingers were curled gently around his small hardness, just holding it, feeling the heat and frantic throbbing that matched the rhythm of his heart.
Aster patiently waited for her answer, but when none came, and she simply kept staring at his pink erection, deep in thought, he finally broke the silence, "...I don't remember the first time at all. Only the very end of it, and not very good even that." His head came to rest on her shoulder as he added a much quieter, "I want to remember something like this."
A little grimace found its way onto Nivalis's face at that, a faint ache settling in her chest. Back in the caves, when she had gotten her Blessing, Aster and Silvia had done something... siblings shouldn't do. Something they'd been punished harshly for. They had sworn tearfully, repeatedly, that they hadn't gone all the way. Only that they had rubbed against each other until he made a mess, and that some of it, "accidentally," had ended up in Silvia's mouth.
For her own sanity, and to be able to sleep at night, she had chosen to believe that despite knowing deep down it was a lie. But now, looking down at her son, at the desperate, hopeful love shining in his big, golden eyes, she wasn't so sure anymore. Had she stolen his first experience from him? A no doubt very special memory for any boy? 'And he can't even remember that,' her heart sank even lower at that thought.
Leaning her head down onto his small but just as silver one, she went quiet once again, this time for much, much longer. The entire time, she just stared at that hard, desperate little thing in her hand, how that pink head peeked shyly from its protective foreskin, shyly greeting its mommy with soft throbs.
Then, she formed a circle with her fingers at the base of his small penis, squeezing firmly while slowly moving up toward the tip, watching how a single, clear droplet of his precum welled up at the slit before oozing down the side of his head to his hairless public mound. "If you promise me a few things, I can try," she eventually whispered, her voice a low, shaky thing that was barely audible over the crackle of the fire. She didn't look at him when she said that, her eyes locked on his throbbing length between her fingers.
His whole body jolted at her answer, his bottom wiggling in her lap as he eagerly nodded against her shoulder. "Anything," Aster whispered back without a single moment of hesitation, trying to look up at her, but found himself unable to do so because of her chin and wavy hair.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Nivalis muttered, "We won't be talking about it. Ever," against his silver mess of hair, still a bit wet like hers. He nodded so quickly that his forehead knocked against her collarbone. "After it's done... I want you to cuddle and kiss me until I fall asleep. Like you always do when I feel guilty. And, when I wake up, you had better be still in my arms." He nodded again, just as eagerly. "...and if anything... anything at all... feels wrong while we're doing this, you tell me immediately. If it hurts. If you're uncomfortable. If you feel dirty, sad, or just... not right. No matter how small it is, tell me. Can you do that?"
A hushed, "Yes, Mommy," was her answer, followed by a soft, loving kiss on her chin from below, his lips lingering for a moment. After that, she kissed him back at the silvery crown of his head, tenderly, before muttering a quiet, "...okay," that was shaking almost as much as his little penis in her hand. After one more deep, steadying breath, she gently released her son's hardness and helped him get off her lap.
When his butt crunched softly against the pine needles, the very first thing he did was glance up at her with worry swimming in the depths of his big golden eyes, and ask, "Are you sure, Mom?" A slight wince followed the question, clearly not wanting her to change her mind. "It won't be the end of the world if you say no... though very, very close to it," Aster added with a shy half-smile that made his lips glossy and cute in the firelight.
That made her chuckle, the sound soft and a bit breathless. "Get on your back before I change my mind, silly," was her only response as she, too, got onto her knees.
The boy, however, did the opposite and stood up instead, his erection bouncing up and down in front of her face as he did so, the left side lit by the firelight, the other hidden in shadow. Then, he leaned back slightly, his hands shyly behind his back, presenting himself to his mother in all his naked, nervous glory. "Please?" came a tiny, pleading whisper from him after a good few seconds of her just staring at him from beneath, asking for permission to stand.
Nivalis's answer was yet another long, heavy sigh before she nodded her acceptance of his little wish. Once he got that, he quickly leaned down and pecked her lips, muttering, "Thank you," before straightening up again, his eyes locking with hers as he waited patiently for his gift to begin.
Mother, on her knees before her son. Son, standing nervously before his mother. Daughter, a few steps away, fast asleep. Fire, crackling between them. Reluctantly, Nivalis shuffled closer, the needles rustling softly beneath her, until his knees bumped into her breasts.
She looked up at him, up the pale torso she knew so well, at his ribs that showed still too much, at his flat nipples peeking from his silver hair. Up to his blushing face and his golden eyes. When he gave her a little nod, only then did her arms wrap around his pale thighs, her hands settling on the softness of his boyish bottom, pulling him even closer, until his hard little thing was right in front of her face.
'I'm going to regret this, am I?' Her breath made it twitch, almost as if it were nodding back. A speck of dust caught her attention just then, clinging to the side of his shaft. Like a good mother she was, her thumb and forefinger moved to pick it off, making the boy flinch cutely at the sudden touch.
For what felt like an eternity, Nivalis simply remained there on her knees, her forehead resting against the prominent curve of his hip bone as she tried to gather whatever courage she had left. Her blue eyes followed the frantic throbbing of his hardness, so warm she could feel it with her face.
One little sniff was all she managed to muster, eventually. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the clean but distinct boyish scent of him when she moved it right against the base. Another one, a bit deeper this time, from a different angle. 'Smells okay... okay...' she thought, pulling back a little and looking up at him once again. He gave her a gentle smile before tucking a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear. "Thank you, sweetie," she found herself whispering without even thinking, having his erection next to her face.
Not waiting for his response, Nivalis turned her gaze back to that desperate little thing of his. A few more hesitant sniffs followed, all over his length, even against the wrinkly little sack beneath it. A long, controlled breath left her lips as she finally mustered enough courage to press them against the base of his hardness, leaving a small, wet smooch right at the start of his vein where it pulsed with life.
As much as she hated the idea of looking up at him while she did... that, she needed to make sure he wasn't in pain, that it didn't disgust him. So she tilted her chin up, with her lips still gently pressed against his small shaft, her blue eyes searching his. When she saw that his face was a picture of pure happiness, a sliver of that creeping guilt loosened its grip on her heart. Another smooch was placed higher up, her puffy lips smacking quietly upon parting. The taste of snow came. And boy. Her baby boy.
Her arms tightened around his thighs as she slowly, painfully slowly, began to pepper his length with kisses, moving up and down his hardness, but never actually touching his tip. Aster's golden eyes flickered between her blue ones and her lips, his breathing hitching with each kiss she gave. "Your lips are very soft, Mom," he shyly muttered as his right hand came down to rest in her wavy locks, his fingers entangling in them gently.
Squinting her eyes at him, Nivalis hushed a single, "Sweetie...?" in between her kisses. When he responded with that curious hum of his, she added, "Keep compliments to yourself, alright?" before returning to her task, pressing her pillowy lips against the side of his shaft yet again. He just nodded apologetically, but didn't stop petting her head in a caring manner, eyes occasionally flicking to her naked hips that peeked whenever she bobbed down to give a kiss.
She wanted his first-that-was-actually-his-second time to be... nice. Memorable, to make up for the stolen one. Something that will bring a fond smile to his face many, many years later, instead of regret for not remembering a thing. That was just cruel.
As much as Nivalis wished it were her future daughter-in-law doing this for him, he had only his mother and sister around. There was no way she would let Silvia's mouth anywhere close to her brother's privates, so it had to be her. And if she was to be the one, then she had to do her absolute best.
So she did, starting by pressing her full, warm lips he just admitted liking so much against the side of his hardness once again. Only this time, she left them there and began moving her head from side to side, making his length slide between them while her ocean eyes looked up at him the entire time. The sight of his face scrunching up in pleasure and those quiet little whimpers he produced were all the confirmation she needed that her son enjoyed what she was doing for him.
He tried to move his hips along with her movements, but her arms were locked around his thighs so tightly that it was impossible; only his breath came in faster, more ragged puffs. His tip kept leaking those clear droplets of his excitement, trickling down the underside of his shaft, only to get picked up by her lips as they passed by.
After a short while of that, she pulled back and gave a quick lick to her glossy lips, tasting the saltiness of her baby boy and a little bit of snow, still. Then, she looked down at that tiny, pink mushroom glistening in the firelight, at the little droplet of precum that had welled up there once again in that short period of time. 'Can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought, gulping quietly to herself.
Her gaze went back to his face, hesitantly so. But instead of receiving another nod from him, he managed to twist his hips just enough to bump his pink tip against her lips. Once. Twice. Asking without saying a single word.
Nivalis shook her head with that motherly expression of 'not yet' on her face, unintentionally making his tip slide across her puffy lips, coating them even more generously with his excitement. Another whimper followed, louder than before, as his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment.
Taking advantage of that, she puckered her lips and pressed them against the side of his small shaft once more, sliding all the way down to his base, then even lower until her nose bumped into something soft and incredibly fragile. By the time he opened his eyes again, her mouth was already closed around his left testicle, gently sucked into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Nhh, m-momm..." Aster moaned at that, his knees buckling slightly, sinking further into the softness of her breasts, her fingers on his butt doing the same. "Ohmygods..." the boy barely managed as she bathed his fragile sack with her tongue, rolling it softly all over as if it were a piece of candy she wasn't quite sure about. It lasted for just a few seconds before she switched to its twin, giving it the same loving treatment. All the while, his hard little thing rested against her face, drooling its excitement next to her nose while the blue of her irises studied his face.
His fingers kept running through her still-damp, wavy hair, praising her with slow, affectionate strokes, reassuring her that everything was fine. And they grew even more tender when she opened her mouth again and took the second testicle without releasing the first one. Just a single, quiet slurp, and the entirety of the Silverfrost dynasty was in her mouth, cradled by her tongue like they were the most precious jewels in the world.
Seeing his mouth fall open in that adorable 'O' shape, Nivalis began to suck gently, her mouth working in soft, rhythmic pulls that stretched his tight sack. She did all sorts of things to them in the secret, warm depths of her mouth, things she did not even know she was capable of. Their shape, their texture, their weight... everything was explored with just her wet muscle. He was the only man she had ever done that for, and likely the last.
On and on it went, until her son began to writhe in her arms a little, his little testicles growing sore from all the attention. Only then did she release them with a quiet, 'pop,' the naughtiest the forest had ever heard. They glistened obscenely in the dim firelight, coated in a thick layer of her saliva, tightening from the sudden cold of the air. It wasn't cold at all, but compared to the warmth of her mouth? It was freezing.
For a final tease, Nivalis let her tongue flick upward, lightly catching the underside of his testicles and lifting them just for a moment. Then slowly, so very slowly, she dragged her flattened tongue all the way up along his crying shaft. One single, unbroken lick from base to tip. Right before she reached the little head, however, her pink muscle curled back into her mouth, not even grazing it.
The boy whined at that, the sweetest, cutest little noise of desperation she had ever heard. A noise so blissfully innocent, and so awfully lewd at the same time. To hear more of it, she stuck out her tongue once again and placed it right under the little head, and just held it there, not touching, waiting. His hips wiggled from side to side as he tried to reach that wet, warm texture she offered him, to no avail. More whimpers came, much to her enjoyment.
Finally taking pity on her birthday boy, Nivalis muttered a somewhat mysterious, "Take it between your fingers, honey," while patting his soft, pale bottom. With a soft frown on his face, he did as she asked, his scarred thumb and forefinger shyly wrapping around his base, pushing his foreskin all the way down. His little mushroom was fully exposed to her, pink and shiny, with a cute little slit at the top that kept leaking his excitement. "Now, try to slap it against my lips. Lightly," Nivalis instructed quietly, her ocean eyes looking up at him.
A quiet gulp later, Aster carefully angled his hardness down and did exactly that, a gentle little tap of his warm tip against her wet, puffy lips. Then again, and again, and again... each one making a little 'mmph' from her, a sound that vibrated directly into his young flesh.
She didn't move, didn't pull away, just knelt there and allowed her son to have his fun while watching his blushing face twist in pleasure. It didn't last long, mere ten seconds at most, before she whispered, "Okay, okay, that's enough..." with his tip muffling her words slightly. "When you grow up and get married, if you treat your wife like a lady and make her feel nice and loved, she will do something very naughty for you, too. Like what I just did," she added, giving a single parting kiss. "Did you like it?"
Aster nodded furiously as his hand returned into her beautiful hair, breathing heavily like he'd been holding his breath the entire time. Waves of guilt washed over her at what she had just done, but she found just enough strength to drown it all; seeing how happy it made him helped quite a bit.
Before any more doubts could creep back into her head, Nivalis took a deep breath and stuck out her tongue once again, only this time letting his drooling head settle in the middle of it. The best cradle his little tip could ask for.
A gasp escaped him as he watched in awe as his entire length lay atop her tongue, both surprisingly similar in size and color. The sensation of her wet, warm muscle against his most sensitive part made his entire body tense as if he was about to cum right then and there. But that didn't last long; soon enough, he relaxed, slumping slightly in her arms.
For about a dozen heartbeats, nothing happened. Nivalis just held him there, feeling the frantic throbbing of his delicate flesh on hers, tasting more and more of his saltiness. Then, without warning, Nivalis sealed her lips around his tip, trapping it within the warm wetness of her mouth.
Her boy wasn't blessed with size down there, at least not yet, so it was a small and shy thing to suck on. It still took her some time to get used to the foreign object inside her mouth, to the guilt and nausea rising in her throat, to the uniquely his, boyish flavor on her tongue. The entire time, his golden eyes never left her, watching, admiring, loving.
Her tongue moved, just a little, pressing against the sensitive underside of his head, a tiny, experimental flick that made him gasp and tense just like the first time. His hand amid her silver locks patted her to slow down a little, and she immediately obeyed, letting her pink muscle go limp beneath him as if it was just a comfortable bed for his little hardness.
It took quite a bit of time for his throbs to subside, for the tension to leave his pale thighs. Only then did Nivalis try again, without any fast flicks this time, just a slow, tender swirl around his tip, tasting that little slit on it. A shaky, "Ohgods..." left his lips at that, his face changing expression with every slight movement her tongue made. From sweet, to shocked, to confused, to utter bliss, and back again.
Nivalis chuckled around his shaft, sending a pleasant vibration through his boy bits that made him yelp. "Mom... please slower, I can't..." he breathed, so pathetically that she found herself feeling bad for him, for not doing it any slower, even though she barely did anything yet. She listened and slowed down her tongue to almost a complete stop, leaving it as still as possible for a while, giving him a moment to calm down once more.
When he did, she tried once again. This time, much, much slower, hardly doing anything at all. Just dragging her tongue lazily around his tip, coating it generously with her saliva as she went. It seemed to work, as his knees didn't buckle this time, and no desperate yelps came—only soft moans and pants.
When his tip seemed to be thoroughly polished, she eventually slid her tongue beneath the tightness of his foreskin, stretching it to make room for herself. That made Aster hold his breath for a long, long time, even his fingers stilled in her hair.
Carefully and very slowly, she began to explore that hidden part of him with her tongue, swirling all around in that tight space while his hips wiggled, or at least tried to. She expected to taste something utterly horrible there, especially under his little mushroom, where all sorts of nasty things could hide, but to her surprise, it tasted just as clean as the rest of him.
Occasionally, she opened her lips just enough to show him her tongue playing under his foreskin, her eyes locked with his. The look of pure awe on his face when she did that, and the way his half-elven ears blushed, made the thousand pangs of guilt almost worth it.
Once satisfied that the little guy was clean enough, Nivalis decided it was time for the hardest part—the actual sucking. With both her hands on his butt, her fingers squeezing his soft, young flesh for support, she began to lower her head.
Given how small her baby boy was, it didn't take much for her lips to bump into his smooth pubic mound; her nose did even sooner. All that time, his golden eyes never left her, watching her as her wet, full lips slid down, little by little, his member disappearing into her mouth completely.
Then, she began to suck. Just tiny, shallow pulls at first, barely enough to be called sucking, but enough to make the boy squirm in her arms. Every little tug was followed by a pause long enough for him to catch his breath before she gave another. Her silver head bobbed ever so slowly, his small hardness gliding out until only the tip remained trapped before slowly sliding back in.
On and on, she slowly made love to his boyhood with her mouth. Sliding. Sucking. Pausing. Up until a quiet and incredibly shy, "C-can I-I... try?" came from above. Her head stilled for a moment while her eyes studied his blushing, hopeful face before giving him the slightest of nods and reluctantly easing her hold on his thighs. A little pat on his soft behind encouraged him to try moving his hips on his own, almost like a real grown-up.
Aster's hand slid behind her ear, his fingers tangling more firmly into her wavy hair as he carefully, very slowly pushed his hips forward. Nivalis didn't move at all and allowed him to use her mouth for a little while, his thrusts nothing more than shy little wiggles that barely counted as such. His little butt beneath her palms kept tensing and relaxing each time his little head pushed in; his smooth balls kept squishing against her chin each time.
On the tenth, perhaps, shy little thrust, her arms tightened back around his thighs, stopping him completely. It was just too much, letting him use her mouth like that. Too hard to keep that suffocating guilt at bay. She found it much easier to deal with when she was the one in control.
With her fingers digging into his young bottom, Nivalis once more took the lead, resuming her slow, lazy rhythm of sucking, just as she had been doing before he interrupted her. "Can you..." he then breathed after a short while of moaning, "...d-do the thingy again? With testicles?"
Her silver head didn't stop even for a moment, only her eyes squinted a little up at him. Without giving him any response, she let her lips slide further down his shaft until they met the soft mound of his pelvis again. Just before Aster could let out a sigh of disappointment at her refusal, her lips suddenly... went further down, doing something very few men ever experienced. Her bottom lip wrapped around his smooth sack, taking both his testicles into her mouth along with his shaft, before closing on his perineum.
A strange, shocked gasp was his reaction, his entire body going rigid, eyes widened at the sight of his... everything... disappearing into the warm, wet confines of his mother's mouth. His fingers patted at her hair as his chest heaved with every shaky breath he took. "Ohhhh..." was all he managed to utter, his stare fixed on her pretty face while her naughty tongue did yet more secret things to him.
For a minute, she did nothing but hold him like that, occasionally swallowing around him when too much saliva gathered in her mouth; his tip could almost feel the contraction of her throat muscles. Then, very, very slowly, she began to move her head back. Her lips sealed around him tightly all the way until he popped out with a wet, naughty 'slurp,' his bits completely drenched in her saliva.
All except his tip, when her lips reached it, she paused just long enough to swirl her tongue around it once, then twice, before sliding down again, this time taking only his hardness into her mouth. And like before, her silver head began to bob in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm. Up and down. Up and down, her wet lips gliding effortlessly along his length. The color of her lips matched perfectly with the pink candy between them, as if they were made for each other.
At some point, her long eyelashes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the intimacy of the moment and focused entirely on the task. Every little bump, every vein and ridge was unwillingly memorized by her mouth, the way he throbbed against her tongue, the slight saltiness of his precum, the soft velvety texture of his foreskin... everything. And the more she learned, the more regret and guilt crept back into her heart. Mothers shouldn't know such things about their boys.
When she felt that he was getting closer, when those familiar tremors started running through his skinny thighs, when his little balls drew up tight against his body, she didn't slow down this time. On the contrary, her hands moved from his soft behind to his narrow hips, holding him more firmly as her head began to move slightly faster, the suction a tad stronger. 'It's almost over...' she thought, encouraging herself, her fingers giving his bony hips a gentle squeeze.
At the bottom of each downward motion, she added a slight tilt of her head, causing his hard little thing to slide against the inside of her cheek, giving him a view of a little bump of his own outline appearing on her face for a brief moment before disappearing.
"Umhh..." Aster liked that very much, his breathing growing more ragged, his whimpers more frequent and desperate; he even tucked more of her hair behind her ear to see it better. "Could you... like the last time..." he then breathed, his voice trembling as much as his legs. "Inside...?"
Almost as soon as the words left his lips, he began to spasm inside her mouth uncontrollably. Caught off guard by his question, her mind went completely blank for a precious moment, broken by an unexpected warmth flooding her mouth. Her baby boy was cumming, spilling thick, hot spurts all over her wiggling tongue, overwhelming her taste buds with that bitterness she wished with all her heart to forget about.
The moment she pulled back with a gasp, another, much larger one coated her puffy, glistening lips, giving them a nice, lewd gloss that matched her hair. A bunch more weak throbs followed, but her hand was quick enough to close over his tip, catching the rest in her palm.
As he kept spilling into her hand, Nivalis looked up at him. Not with anger, not with disgust, just that familiar swell of guilt and sadness in her ocean eyes. It took Aster a moment to notice amid one of the most intense orgasms of his young life. If not for her other hand still on his butt, he would've fallen over from how weak his knees had become.
Only when the last twitch finally died, when his knees stopped shaking, and his eyelashes fluttered open, did his golden eyes meet her own. Then he muttered the only word she wished not to hear right now, a simple, "M-mom?"
She felt so awful that tears began to blur her vision, making his panicked face ripple. It was too much. All of it. More than anything at that very moment, she needed to be held and loved, to be whispered into the ear that everything was going to be okay. To have that promised cuddle and kisses that would chase all this misery away.
Being a few heartbeats away from becoming a sobbing mess, Nivalis pulled her baby boy down into her arms, his knees hovering just above the ground after he stumbled forward. Her warm, cum-coated hand rested against the small of his shoulder, smearing his release there.
"Oh hell no—" Aster managed to mutter just as her pretty, glistening lips tried to press against his for a promised kiss. He sealed his mouth and kept turning his head from side to side to avoid it. But with every little dodge he made, every little wiggle in her arms, more tears streamed down her face.
Seeing her like that, so vulnerable and fragile, made him stop after just a few more seconds. He stopped fighting, his shoulders slumping as he relaxed in her arms and muttered an even quieter, "The things we do for love..." right before her nose bumped into his. When her warm, creamy lips finally pressed against his smaller ones, his face scrunched up in adorable disgust at the taste he found there, even more so when her tongue insisted on pushing its way into his mouth. The poor boy could only whine at that for a brief moment before surrendering and giving his mommy all the care and love she needed so badly right now.