[Nivalis Silverfrost]
'She's hopeless...' Nivalis grumbled in her mind, watching her daughter's slow progress. The girl's brows furrowed, and her tongue stuck out in concentration as she worked on the piece of cloth with clumsy hands
, struggling with the
most basic
things
. Which was surprising, considering that she used to help her patch up work clothes for the other villagers back in their old home,
way before Aster was born
.
She didn't have a problem stitching and mending simple
holes
back then, yet now, it seemed like she had forgotten everything
from
that time. But Nivalis supposed it was understandable, given
how
young Silvia had been.
And it didn't help that they had to use an old rag and a single, unchanging thread—a very old one, at that.
Nivalis' eyes hurt at the sight of what Silvia was doing, but she tried to remain patient,
showing
no sign of frustration, not a single wince on her face
.
She kept encouraging the young girl, even though it had already been over two hours since they started. "Hmm, not bad. Now, put the thread through here," she hummed, pointing to a spot on the cloth
, watching
how her daughter's golden eyes narrowed as she
pushed
the needle through
the
fabric,
trying to form
another small knot
with her shaky hands
.
Unfortunately, her finger
was right behind
th
at very
spot, and the needle pricked her, causing a drop of blood to appear on her
delicate
fingertip, making her hiss loudly. Again.
Nivalis winced in sympathy, struggling
to keep her smile steady. 'It's just one finger. How can she be so clumsy?'
"I can't do this! It's too hard! I'd sooner poke out my eye with this dumb thing than make
a
flower with it," Silvia whined, her golden eyes watering slightly as she looked up at her mother
with
a pitiful expression. The girl pressed her fingertip against her pink lips, suckling on the small cut while glaring at the mess
of
knots she made.
"Why is this so important? Who needs flowers on clothes? They look dumb," she complained, her voice slightly muffled
by her finger in her mouth.
Nivalis sighed and gently caressed her daughter's silver hair, trying to soothe the girl. "My mother, your grandma Ophelia, once told me the same thing I'm about to tell you," she started softly, looking into her golden eyes. "The
elven
art of needlework is not just a silly thing that noble girls do to please their parents or impress boys. It's not just a hobby to pass the time or something that only matters for special occasions. And it's not even about culture or tradition, though that's what many elves think."
Silvia raised an eyebrow at her, her lips still holding the injured finger. "What then?" she asked,
til
ting her head to the side
; her long silver
locks fell
off
her
bare
shoulder like a cascade of molten silver.
Taking a moment to find the right words, Nivalis continued, "There could be a moment when you suddenly find yourself all alone, without a single coin to your name, and no one to help you. Life is a cruel mistress, my love, and it could be like that in the blink of an eye," she whispered, her blue eyes growing distant for a second, sadness flashing across them. "Noble girls learn the needle so in times of need they can earn some food or money by selling their work, instead of their bodies. Do you
understand
what it means?"
she asked quietly, so only her daughter could hear her words.
Silvia blinked a few times, her expression changing into a thoughtful one. She looked down at the piece of cloth in her hands and let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Yeah, I get it. I'll keep trying," she muttered, her voice
just as quiet
.
A wave of relief washed over Nivalis as she saw her daughter's attitude shift, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Good girl. You're doing great," she praised,
tucking
the fallen
silver
locks
behind Silvia's
half-elven
ear.
"I'm a noble girl, huh?" Silvia murmured
after a minute of quiet
, giving her mother a playful glance and a toothy grin
. They both burst into hushed laughter, looking more like giggling sisters than a mother and daughter.
But the moment didn't last long as Silvia went back to work on the cloth, trying to create something resembling a flower with all her might.
Nivalis kept all her focus on her daughter
, watching
her
hands move clums
ily and fumble with the needle and thread. Every mistake was met with a gentle reminder of how to correct it and words of encouragement
,
again and
again, for many, many long minutes.
But she couldn't help but notice the sensation of Aster growing restless as time dragged on, his small, bare body kept fidgeting and squirming against her thighs. How
he kept squeezing
her tender behind
,
playing with it as if it were the
most fascinating thing in the world.
It was his way
of reminding her of his presence,
she
knew. That he needed her attention, her
mother
ly
touch,
and love
; the only thing that could make his manhood go soft again.
But...
This lesson was just too important to stop halfway through, especially since Silvia had finally started to show some progress, albeit slow and not particularly good...
but it was something. Nivalis felt bad for her little boy, having to endure all those painful throbs for so long.
'I'll make it up to
him later
, somehow
...' she promised inwardly, pretending not to notice her son's growing frustration, hoping that her daughter would be finished sooner rather than later.
'Maybe
let him
rub himself with my breasts?' A
thought came to her,
her
cheeks warming up
at the
mental image
of
Aster humping her cleavage.
He often did it during his hand practices
,
thinking
she didn't
notice
.
Aster, however
, wasn't willing to wait,
likely realizing after many
long minutes filled with mistakes, groans, and Silvia's increasingly tired sighs, that there was no end in sight to his suffering.
N
ivalis felt his warm body wiggle out from under her armpit
, struggling
to
squeeze
through the small space between her arm and the side of her heavy breast.
With
half of his face squished by her softness, he looked up at her, his golden eyes meeting hers, twinkling with hope. His expression was so vulnerable and innocent that it made her feel even worse for making him wait so long. She gave him an apologetic smile, mouthing 'later' as discreetly as she could without
interrupt
ing Silvia
's
concentration, who was busy poking herself with the needle again. But his gaze didn't falter, and instead, the boy shook his head slowly, mouthing a single word, 'Please,' his little face pouty.
With
a quiet sigh, Nivalis lowered her head to his
ear
, her soft lips brushing against
it
, "Not now, honey. This is really important," she whispered
so
quietly that
even
she barely heard it.
Her hand reached out to gently stroke his pouty cheek, her touch lingering for just a moment before she pulled away, returning her attention to her daughter.
Aster kept his pouting expression, looking up at her with a sad, puppy-like stare,
and even his
bottom lip began quivering slightly. And when it failed to move her heart, he let out a sad, resigned huff and buried his face into her soft breast, nuzzling against the warm skin. He stayed there, unmoving for the next ten or so minutes, just breathing softly into the side of her breast.
Nivalis let him
rest there
, even though he was distracting her from teaching Silvia; his warm breath tickled her.
Feeling a soft kiss planted against the curve of her breast, Nivalis smiled and gave the boy's head an affectionate rub, assuming that he was
trying to
apologiz
e
for his
needy
behavior. But a moment later, she felt his small hips begin to move forward, then back, then forward again
.
Almost imperceptible at first, but it gradually grew more noticeable. A warm, hard tip of the boy's shaft began poking against her hip, leaving a slimy trail of precum on her pale skin. 'Seriously...?' Nivalis
win
ced
at
the sensation of her son's burning penis
, giving him a glance. She could only see the top of his head sticking from under her armpit,
letting
out soft puffs and huffs of warm air against her
breast
, making her
pink
nipple
s
stiffen.
A loud hiss from her daughter quickly brought her back from her thoughts. The girl sucked on her fingertip again while glaring at the poor,
old
needle in her hand as if it had personally offended her. "Sweetie..." Nivalis whispered,
leaning
in close to her son's pointed ear once she was certain Silvia was fully focused on her task. "...can you rub yourself against my leg or something? It is important for me
,"
she continued in a hushed whisper, stopping his hips with a gentle hand on his cute, petite butt
. "Please?" Nivalis added, feeling his shaft stop moving, twitching against her soft flesh.
After a moment of hesitation
, Aster nodded
reluctantly
, wiggling himself
down and
out of her sight
,
letting his mother focus on teaching his sister.
And Nivalis did just that, all while feeling her
boy
slowly
and clumsily
crawl
down her body, his face
pressing
against her warm, squishy buttcheek, and his hands wrapping around her leg to
hold
his small body in place.
Once
he
found a good position, he began to push his hips back and forth, rubbing his stiff member against
his mother, humping
her leg. Slowly and carefully at first, trying not to make any noise that could disrupt the delicate work being done above, but as time passed, he began picking up his pace, his small testicles starting to slap
ever so quietly
against her
skin
with every thrust
.
For Nivalis, it sounded more
like a
loud thunder
clap, but fortunately, Silvia didn't seem to notice anything; her focus was entirely on the cloth. '
God
s,
why
did you curse me with such a horny child...' Nivalis
complained in
her mind, feeling her face grow warm as she tried to ignore the sensation of her son's throbbing shaft rubbing against her
leg, like a
dog in heat.
For quite a while, Aster continued humping her leg, his pace growing frantic and desperate, his tiny
, hairless
testicles
bouncing
against her
skin
with each huff.
But after a few long, agonizing minutes of that, he just stopped moving. He panted heavily, almost
whimpering from being unable to reach the sweet release that he so desperately desired. His small body slumped against her,
his
head resting on her soft behind.
Without thinking
, he tried to press his face between her
plump, round buttcheeks
,
forgetting that those weren't her breasts,
only to realize his mistake and turn his head away quickly.
Just as Nivalis breathed a quiet, relieved sigh, thinking that he had decided to wait for them to finish
the lesson
, she felt the warmth of his small fingers on her waist as he pushed himself
higher.
His
little, uncut
shaft slid up along her thigh, leaving a slick, slimy trail
of his arousal
behind. She tensed up, her breath catching in her throat as the boy
moved his hips towards her bare, pale behind, so vulnerable
and unprotected from the needy, throbbing length of his
young
manhood.
Her worries somewhat eased
when Aster's cock slid over her soft, plump
left
asscheek, and instead, the boy
pressed himself
against the bottom of
it
,
into its fleshy curve.
With his
hands
still
on her hips, he
began
to grind his cock into his own mother's softness, trying his hardest to make himself feel good.
And good it felt, judging
by how
hard
and throbbing his cock was against her skin.
— "Here we would usually cut the thread, and..." Nivalis paused, swallowing the sudden lump forming in her throat as she tried to keep her focus on the lesson. The sensation of her son's throbbing, needy cockhead, all wet and slimy, rubbing back and forth against her
bare
, smooth
butt
made it difficult to stay composed. But she managed to do so, somehow, her voice barely wavering as she continued. "...a-and switch to a different color. Pretty much just making a knot at the end so that it wouldn't unravel. However, since we have only one color and need to save the thread for later, let's just keep going like this. Through here, and then under here..." Nivalis pointed at the fabric,
doing her
absolute best to ignore the boy
behind her.
Aster lowered his chest against her back, pressing his face into her shoulder blade while his hips humped
his mother's round asscheek with growing desperation. Tensing and relaxing, he kept trying to chase that sweet release, but it still wouldn't come, leaving him frustrated. Eventually, he groaned into her skin, stopping once again, his little body slumping against hers,
his shaft throbbing helplessly against the softness of her ass.
Just as Nivalis was about
to
glance behind her shoulder and
whisper at him
to wait until they finished with the lesson
, the boy's arms snaked around her waist and under her
chest
,
reaching
for her breasts. She
gas
ped, feeling his hands cupping her soft mounds, squeezing and kneading at them
with all
the eagerness of a horny boy he was.
He
even pinched and pulled at her pink nipples, rolling them between his small, scarred fingers. The sensation made Nivalis wince, biting her lip to stay quiet.
With
his body pressed tightly against hers and his hands playing with her breasts, his hips
started
moving again, his shaft
sliding
all over her behind, trying to find that perfect spot where he could finally finish
.
And after a few desperate thrusts against her ass, he found it. 'Oh, for the love of...' Nivalis gasped as she felt the boy's stiff, throbbing shaft
slowly
but firmly sliding between her plump,
warm
cheeks
.
At the same time, his mouth latched onto her ear, suckling on
the earlobe
while his hands never stopped fondling her breasts.
— "You're doing... ah... good. Very good. Careful with your finger," Nivalis said to her daughter, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to keep her composure, trying to push the boy away from her
butt
, her hands grabbing his hips and moving him higher.
The feeling of his cock slipping out of her buttcheeks was new, and it took her a moment to process that it had happened.
She held him like that for a moment, keeping his shaft resting
just
atop the curve of her
bottom.
Nivalis did
consider lowering him so he could use her thighs
instead
, but that would
be...
worse. Considering how wet her pussy had gotten from his attention.
An image of his small,
hair
less shaft, dripping wet with her juices
,
flashed through her mind, causing her face to flush an even deeper shade of red. She quickly pushed that thought away, focusing on guiding Silvia's needlework, keeping the boy pushed up where
he wouldn't
risk slipping into her
warmth,
into her
tight
, wet motherhood.
Feeling his mother's hands
holding
his hips, Aster gave her earlobe some more affectionate nibbles,
smacking his
lips softly. With a soft grunt, he
resumed
his humping, his throbbing shaft rubbing against
the lowest
part of her back
, just shy
of
sliding
back into that wonderful embrace between her plump,
squ
ishy asscheeks. His small testicles
bounced
against her butt with each
buck
of his hips, and his fingers continued squeezing, caressing, and rubbing her soft mounds, occasionally rolling and twisting her nipples between them.
'U
gh, just finish already,
I need to focus on the lesson
...' Nivalis
pleaded
in her mind,
trying not to squirm from his touch, feeling his desperate huffs of warm air against her sensitive ear, his needy panting
was filling her mind with the worst kinds of images.
Images
of his stiff, twitching cock, of his small, pink testicles, of his warm, milky cum. How his shaft would throb and spasm deep inside her
,
how his small hands would
hug
her tightly, how his balls would slap her swollen
pussy
, how...
She shook her head, banishing those thoughts from her mind. Mothers
shouldn
't think of their sons like that, not ever. Not even in the darkest corners of her heart, not even in the deepest depths of her mind
. '
I'm just tired and
stressed
out...' she told herself, trying to focus on Silvia and her work
, ignoring
the way her
thighs
quivered and her pussy ached for his small, hairless cock.
With her
arms
starting to grow tired from holding his little butt up, Nivalis had to release him eventually
. She
hoped that he would remain in place
where
he
could safely
rub himself
off
, instead of
using
her ass. But much to her dismay, Aster immediately lowered his hips, his shaft slipping between her cheeks once more, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure against her ear. "Let me stay there, mommy... Please? Just for a moment," he pleaded in a hushed, barely audible whisper,
his pink
lips
suck
ling on her earlobe as his small hands squeezed her breasts.
Nivalis shook her head, her
heart pounding against her ribs
as she tried to
resist
his pleading whispers.
With her left hand,
she gently pushed him back
, up to
the safety of her lower
back,
while
her other hand continued to show Silvia the next
steps on
the fabric, doing her best to keep a straight face. After a moment of hesitation, Aster resumed his desperate humping, his shaft rubbing back and forth over her lower back,
dangerously
close to slipping down again.
Having to
twist her
arm
awkwardly to keep the boy from sliding down, Nivalis felt her muscles growing weary, her hand trembling from the effort. Minutes passed, and once again she felt her arm starting to give out, so she released the boy's small butt, hoping that this time, he wouldn't move.
In just a single heartbeat
, he lowered
his
hips again, and she could feel the warmth of his throbbing shaft nestled snugly between her soft cheeks,
sliding
back and forth.
'
For
fuck's sake,' Nivalis mentally cursed,
grit
ting her teeth
in
frustration, her face burning from embarrassment.
Luckily, her boy wasn't blessed
with a large tool down there
, so even though it disappeared entirely between her asscheeks, the tip remained
a safe
distance
away
from her pink, puckered hole; he was simply too small to reach it.
It made Nivalis let
out a relieved sigh
upon
realizing that
, making
her relax just a little.
Of course, despite that, it was still quite lewd, and the idea of letting her son rub his needy, throbbing cock against her ass... It made her feel dirty, ashamed, and
disgusted
with herself.
But
she couldn't deny that a tiny part of her enjoyed
how good
his small length felt
sliding up
and down between her cheeks.
'I can't believe I'm even thinking about it... It's just to make him finish faster. Just this once,' she told herself
,
closing
her eyes and
letting
out a shaky breath. '
He
always
gets
so needy after he eats
...'
Nival
is
sighed
,
looking down at
her
breasts
to find her son's small hands,
kne
ading and
ca
ressing her
tender bos
om
with a mixture of clumsiness and eagerness that only an inexperienced, yet horny young boy could have. 'Just this once...'
A small, defeated smile spread across her lips. 'I hope you're happy, my horny
, little
bunny,' she grumbled inwardly, her elven ears red from embarrassment.
The way he humped her behind reminded
her of rabbits mating
,
frantic and fast, making her smile grow wider, despite her mixed feelings. It was cute, in a way.
For a moment, she imagined how it might look
from the
side
, how their skin of the same
pale hue would press against each other,
their
bodies joined together in a way that shouldn't ever happen. His small, pink nipples rubbing against her smooth back, his
cute
, round butt moving back and forth.
A
mother and her young son
mating
like two animals in heat. It made her blush deepen even more
,
yet she
kept
her composure
.
"Now, we need to make the petals like I showed you. Just follow the line and make sure not to touch the other ones. Again, careful with your finger," she
continued
explaining, her breath hitching slightly as her son's shaft slid
in
and out from between her butt,
his fores
kin
pe
eling back and
forth
, exposing the pink,
shiny
tip of his small cock.
Silvia hummed in response, focusing all her attention on not stabbing herself with the needle, trying to follow her mother's instructions
.
Aster's
golden
eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, his mind going completely blank as he let himself get lost in that wonderful sensation
of
his mother's soft, warm behind, forgetting about everything else. "I love you, Mom. More than anything and anyone," he
whined ever so quietly against her sensitive ear
, his panting growing louder and hotter with each passing second.
Nivalis tensed
in discomfort
at his words
; it wasn't the best
time to say such things to her. The sensation of his hips slapping against her soft behind made her squirm uncomfortably as the sound of it grew louder and louder. She didn't want Silvia to hear it. So, after a few seconds, she began to move her own hips back against her son's, her soft, round ass meeting his small, needy thrusts,
trying
her best to match his
rhythm
.
With his mother's help, the sound of their skin meeting disappeared, leaving just the feeling of his stiff, throbbing length moving back and forth between her cheeks, his warm precum smearing all over her pale skin.
Her spine
arched ever so slightly, her breasts pushing into his hands while her hips
gently
pushed back
against his
crotch
whenever
he tried to pull away.
It was too much for the young boy to handle.
Less
than twenty seconds later, Aster's entire body tensed, his small hands squeezing his mother's breasts hard, a little bit too hard, but she remained silent. A quiet whine of pure bliss escaped the boy's throat, his shaft throbbing and pulsating between his mother's soft, plump asscheeks, buried deep within their embrace. Thick, milky ropes of his warm, sticky seed spilled forth, coating her pink,
tight
hole
in
a
generous
layer of white.
Nivalis bit her lip to muffle the moan that threatened to slip from her lips at the feeling of her son's warm,
creamy
semen marking her,
claiming
her
in a way only a man could do
. 'Right, he does that now...' she winced,
h
er butt tensed involuntarily from
the sensation of his hot,
fertile
seed
, thus squeezing
his
thro
bbing shaft
even
more,
as if milking
him
of every
drop he had to give.
A wave of guilt washed over her
,
mostly because
of how much she enjoyed his
warmth spl
attering against her most
forbidden parts
.
'
What is wrong with me? I could have just told him to wait until we were done...'
Nivalis
thought,
covering her forehead
with her hand,
her eyes tightly
shut as she
waited
for him to finish cumming.
Quite a lot of his
load
ended
up on her
lower
back, but still, most of it was deep between her buttcheeks, slowly oozing down towards her swollen,
wet
pussy.
Silvia looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
Nivalis cleared her throat and shook her head. "Nothing," she said quickly, turning her attention back to the lesson, feeling her boy slump against her, his chest rising and falling heavily as he panted, his small hands still squeezing and kneading at her
heavy
mounds
, hidden from
view
under her arms.
Silvia momentarily glanced at his peaceful expression but didn't comment on it, assuming that he had simply decided to nap atop his mother's back. "Eyes on the cloth, sweetie. This part's tricky," Nivalis whispered, giving the young girl an encouraging smile,
all while squeezing her thighs together
as hard as she could to
stop
her son's semen from reaching her
wet folds.
It
didn
't
help
,
she felt,
but still tried.
Aster remained motionless for several long moments, his small hands slowly relaxing their grip on her breasts. He didn't want to move.
More
than anything, he wanted to just fall asleep like that. His whole body felt tingly and weak
after
such a long, intense, draining orgasm. But after a few moments, his mother's whispering voice snapped him out of his daze, "Clean up after yourself,
sweetie
.
Hurry up,
please
,"
she urged quietly, glancing at him over her shoulder
with
a hint of urgency in her eyes.
Feeling guilty for dirtying her
, Aster quickly pushed himself up, letting his softening shaft
pop
out
from
between
his
mother's soft cheeks, a
white
string of cum connecting
the
pink
tip with her skin, before slapping against his thigh.
Giving her shoulder a quick peck, he slid down onto the bed, his eyes
darting around their
small
bed
, looking for something he could use to wipe her clean.
But
all he found was the second piece of cloth that Silvia
had
been using
to
practice
especially tricky
parts
on before
moving to the main one. He looked up at Nivalis, who was busy explaining something to the girl, then back at the cloth, and after a few moments of hesitation, he grabbed it
, hoping
that they wouldn't need it today. He'd get it cleaned later.
Nivalis gasped quietly at the sensation of Aster parting her buttcheeks, revealing her pink, tight,
cum-covered hole, and her
throbbing
, wet pussy underneath.
For a moment, the boy just admired his
work, his
golden
eyes
taking
in every detail of her womanhood, how her pussy glistened in the dim glow of the
crystals above,
how
her
puckered hole
clen
ched and unclenched
under the
layer of his seed.
"Damn... I'm an artist," she heard him m
umble under his breath, before he started to wipe her clean.
She rolled
her eyes at
that
.
Spreading her legs slightly
to make it easier
for
him, Nivalis
felt
the boy catch
that dangerous trickle
of white, stopping it
right
before it reached her wet entrance. With a soft sigh, she relaxed, allowing her son to gently
wipe
her
clean
,
feeling the cloth move over her butt, rubbing and wiping away the evidence of his orgasm.
Parting
her
butt
cheeks
even
more with his free hand, Aster began cleaning the mess he had made inside
her
ass, rubbing and scrubbing her soft skin with the cloth, slowly, carefully.
Then
, he
pressed
the fabric against
the tightness
of her pink hole,
his little finger poking
against the rim, causing his mother to tense slightly.
Even slower than
before, he
rubbed the
fabric over her pink
, sensitive
pucker, making sure that he got everything.
'I should've done it
myself...' she groaned inwardly,
her hips squ
irming
under
his touch, her toes curling
,
and her thighs trembling as the boy kept cleaning her in the most thorough and meticulous way possible.
After a few long moments of that, Aster moved lower, and Nivalis couldn't help but let out a soft
moan that she tried to hide behind
a cough.
Her son
's
small
,
warm fingers
rubbed and caressed her swollen pussy through the
cum-soaked
fabric, the texture of it sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Why he even decided to wipe her pussy was beyond her, as it was clean of any traces of his seed. 'Maybe he
just wants to
be
extra sure?' she wondered,
biting
her lip to remain quiet, while he kept cleaning her.
She knew
she shouldn't allow this, that she should stop him, but... It just felt so good, so
... right
.
The
sensation of his small fingers moving over her most sensitive spots, of him gently parting her wet lips, of him rubbing the soaked cloth over her swollen clit. It felt incredible, and she didn't want him to stop. 'Just a bit more... just a bit more,' she pleaded in her mind, her hips bucking against his fingers as discreetly as she could.
It
was
probably
the
best sensation
she had felt in
years
,
if
not
ever
.
Surely better than any ice figure her daughter had made that she used every other night to hump her frustrations away.
Fortunately, Silvia was too focused on the needlework to notice her mother's flushed face, trembling body, and her brother's suspiciously long absence.
Or the wet sounds coming from under her mother's thighs.
She was almost sad
when Aster was finally done cleaning her. With a final wipe of the cloth over her wet, swollen folds, he gave her ass a gentle
slap
,
causing
her to
jump
slightly.
'
Gods, I'm going to burn in hell
...'
Nivalis thought,
closing
her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath.
Her legs pressed back
together,
hiding
her burning womanhood from view
.
Clearing her throat, Nivalis quickly shook off any remaining traces of lust and continued with the lesson, feeling her son slump next to her, hugging the
small of her waist with
his arm, and resting his head on her hip. "Alright, grab the second cloth and practice this part a few times. Once you get used to it, we'll return to the main piece," she said, giving her daughter an encouraging smile. Silvia nodded and, after a few seconds of searching around her, found the cloth...
Only to discover it was all
wet
and slimy
, dripping
with
something very familiar
to her. "Ehm, mom?" she called out hesitantly,
raising
the fabric, her
fingers coated
in a thick, sticky substance.
"It was clean when
we started. When did
you two...
" she trailed off,
about to sniff
the
white
, milky fluid that covered the clot
h
. For
some reason, Aster suddenly began snoring loudly,
even though
he
had never
once snored during sleep.
Nivalis blinked
a few times
, her blue eyes darting between
the
cum-soaked piece of cloth
and
Silvia's
accusing
gaze
.
"It...
I forgot that I was sneez
ing all over it a moment ago. I-I must have wiped my nose with it," she blurted out, her face flushing a deep shade of red as she snatched the cloth away from her daughter's hand,
wiping
her fingers with it.
To prove the
point, she let out a very fake, forced sneeze
into
the
cum
-soaked
fabric. "Achoo!"
Sil
via
gave
her a
skeptical
look, but Nivalis just stared back at her with a straight face, holding the cum-soaked cloth in her hand. "Riiiight. Whatever you say, Mom," the girl said, rolling her eyes and grabbing a clean cloth she had been using earlier. "I have a bit of space left on this one, anyway."
She kept giving
her
mother
playful gl
ances and winks for the rest of the day. It would take Nivalis a while to live this one down.