Sponge in hand, Selene leaned forward.
She started low, dragging the soft sponge up and down his calves and heels, making sure every inch of skin came clean.
Warm water ran down her wrists with every pass and dripped softly back into the tub. Steam hung thick in the air around the two of them.
Slowly, she worked her way upward, the sponge gliding over the firm muscle of his thighs before circling around to his waist.
When she finished there, she leaned in to wash his back, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders in an almost-embrace.
The motion mashed her breasts full and flush against her stepson’s lap.
They squashed flat against him, spreading wide under their own weight, the slick flesh spilling out to either side.
That was when she felt it.
That huge cock, drawn by the warmth trapped between them, slotted itself once more into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Her plump orbs swallowed the shaft from all sides, the soap-slicked flesh sealing around the hot, throbbing length in a slippery, suffocating embrace.
She could feel every pulse of it against her breastbone. A heartbeat that wasn’t her own.
The lather between them turned her cleavage into a tight, wet tunnel of soft tit-flesh that clung to every ridge and vein of his cock.
The red tip peeked out from the top of her cleavage for a moment before disappearing back into the milky valley below.
Every stroke of the sponge across his back rocked her forward and back, and every motion dragged that snug, slippery tunnel along his length.
She was stroking him without even meaning to, her tits sliding up and down his cock in the same slow rhythm she used to scrub him clean.
Selene struggled to ignore it, forcing her gaze up to her stepson’s face.
He looked pained.
His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Even though he had grown into a man, in her eyes he would always be her baby.
"Is everything okay, my love? Do you want me to heal you a little more?" Selene asked, worry creeping into her voice as her hand drifted instinctively toward his cheek, wet fingertips brushing his skin.
"No..." Kael gasped, fighting to hide the wide grin that threatened to take over his face as he felt his cock buried hilt-deep between those soft, glorious tits.
They were unbelievably warm, slick and full, squeezing every inch of him from root to tip.
It was time to put the plan into action!
"It’s just that... it hurts a lot. Can you make it stop?" he asked, glancing pointedly down at the throbbing cock wedged in her cleavage.
Selene swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to the member trapped between her breasts.
It twitched under her gaze, the swollen red tip nudging up through the soapy seam of her cleavage.
No...
She couldn’t do that.
That was wrong.
"Honey... that’s because you’re already at the age to get married..." she said softly, remembering how sheltered Kael had been all his life.
He’d barely had any contact with people his own age, so this confusion was only natural.
"But don’t worry, Mommy will find you a beautiful wife soon, okay?"
Selene began to draw back, only to feel her son’s hands close firmly around her shoulders.
His cock slipped free from the slick embrace of her breasts with a soft, wet pop, the soap-glazed length glistening as it sprang upward and aligned itself directly with her parted lips.
Freed from the pressure, her breasts settled back into place with a slow, heavy sway, suds sliding down the deep line between them.
She was a powerful cultivator. A single flick of her qi could have sent him sprawling across the bath chamber.
But how could she ever risk hurting her beloved son?
"But... it hurts so much... can’t you make this stop now?"
"Darling... I can’t, I’m your stepmother..." Selene whispered, her cheeks burning even hotter, the flush spreading down her throat to the soft swell of her chest.
It was hard to ignore that cock. So big and heavy and juicy, hovering right in front of her lips.
She could feel the heat radiating off it against her face. A bead of clear fluid welled at the tip, trembling there with every throb.
But she resisted.
What kind of stepmother would she be if she did something like this with her own stepson? Even if he wasn’t her biological child, it still felt deeply, terribly wrong.
She was married to his father, after all.
Maybe she could ask one of the servants?
Yes... there were many beautiful servants in the pavilion where they lived. Surely one of them could help her sweet boy with his... problem.
Kael couldn’t stop his expression from falling slightly as he watched that golden opportunity start to slip through his fingers.
Well... this was still a medieval and deeply conservative world.
In the eyes of most women like Selene, sex was mainly for reproduction, so she probably didn’t have much knowledge beyond plain vaginal intercourse.
He would have to nudge her in the right direction.
"Can’t I just use your mouth? Please... it hurts so much more now..."
Selene shuddered at those words, then went completely still.
Her mouth...?
Did that mean she’d have to swallow it? Take that thick, monstrous thing into her throat?
She tried to resist, she really did.
But the moment she saw the pained expression twisting her stepson’s handsome face, her resolve crumbled to dust.
What was she thinking? Was she really going to let her foolish pride stand in the way of helping him?
Her baby was in pain, and she needed to help him.
"Okay... honey, but don’t tell anyone about this..."
Selene leaned forward slowly, her shoulders trembling with reluctance.
Her breasts swung gently beneath her with the movement, the wet undersides brushing against the tops of his thighs.
She opened her painted lips and gripped the thick shaft with both hands.
Her slender fingers barely managed to close around its girth, the pale length pulsing visibly against her palms.
It was so hot to the touch, the slick skin shifting under her fingers every time it throbbed.
Then her mouth sealed around the swollen, red glans, leaving a smeared ring of crimson lipstick branded around the crown.
The warm, salty taste flooded her tongue in an instant, sharp and masculine.
The fat head alone filled her mouth completely, stretching her jaw obscenely wide and pinning her tongue flat beneath its weight.
Her cheeks strained around it, and she had to breathe through her nose just to keep from gagging.
’Yeah, fuck, this is the life!’ Kael nearly jumped for joy as he felt those soft, pillowy lips take his cock in an incomparable, velvety grip.
His hands shot up, fingers tangling deep into the silky black strands of her wet hair until he had a firm hold on the back of her head.
Without hesitation, he thrust his hips forward.
His step mother was a cultivator. She could easily handle a slightly rougher face fuck.
Selene’s eyes flew wide as Kael drove his cock all the way in.
The reddened tip of his member punched past the tight ring of her throat and slid deep down her esophagus.
The narrow passage stretched obscenely around its girth, her muscles clenching helplessly around the invader.
A wet, strangled gurgle bubbled up around the shaft plugging her mouth.
It was so big... It filled her until she couldn’t even breathe. A thick, throbbing bulge surged out at the front of her slender throat, the outline of his cock plainly visible through the stretched, pale skin.
Her breasts lurched forward with the thrust, the heavy flesh clapping together with a wet slap as the force of his hips drove into her face.
They swung back and hung there quivering, water dripping from the tips of her nipples.
Her lips stretched to their absolute limit around his root, a second ring of red lipstick at the very base marking exactly how deep he’d gone.
Thick strands of saliva already leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin.
’So big...’ Selene thought.
Was that boy really his father’s son?