Eis's consciousness surfaced from the depths of sleep to the sound of his own name, a frantic cry tearing through the quiet of the morning.
"Eeiisss! Eiiiissss!!"
He jolted upright, the last vestiges of dreams scattering. The voice was his mother's, sharp with panic, coming from the direction of the bathroom.
In a flash, he was on his feet, crossing the room and pushing the door open.
The scene before him was one of utter defeat. She stood in the centre of the glass-enclosed bathing area, the smooth white stone floor gleaming around her.
Completely unclothed, with her shoulders slumped, she looked both vulnerable and profoundly confused.
"Mother? What happened?"
She gestured vaguely at the space around her.
"Eis... there is no water." Her voice was a soft, frustrated sigh. "I've looked everywhere. There are no clay pots, no buckets... nothing." Then her expression shifted, her eyes widening slightly as she attempted a pout. "Help me? I don't get it."
He couldn't help the faint smile that touched his lips. "Okay, let me try."
Stepping into the room, his eyes scanned the walls, quickly finding a single, prominent white button encircled by black lines. He pressed it.
Instantly, a cascade of warm water rained down from the ceiling, a gentle, continuous shower that soaked his tunic and hair in seconds. His mother stared, her face a captivating mix of pure amazement and deeper puzzlement.
She didn't question how he knew, a silent understanding passing between them that some knowledge was his to possess.
As the water streamed over them, she began to unbutton his soaked tunic.
"Since you are already here," she murmured, her voice gaining a husky note, "let's just bathe together."
By the time she finished her sentence, he was already naked before her. The warm water plastered her hair to her shoulders and beaded on her skin.
He closed the small distance between them, one hand settling on the gentle curve of her waist and pulling her flush against him. The other hand cupped her breast, the soft, heavy weight nearly enveloping his palm.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue finding hers in a familiar, practised dance.
She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Wait, Eis..." Her own hand drifted down, her fingers wrapping around his hardened length, stroking him slowly. "Your manhood is poking my belly. Should I take care of it?"
"No," he said, his gaze holding hers, unwavering and intense. "I want to use your hole today."
A shadow of insecurity crossed her features. "It's been weeks since your coming of age. I just thought... you didn't want your old mother anymore." She averted her eyes, her tone genuinely dejected.
"That's not it," he reassured her, his thumb stroking her hip. "I was just busy with some things."
"Reaalyyy?" she breathed, her gaze returning to his, the insecurity replaced by a smouldering warmth. "Then your mother's wet hole is all yours."
The simple, crude words, spoken in her normal tone, were the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever encountered. His cock twitched in her hand, hardening further, its veins standing out in stark relief.
He reclaimed her lips, tasting her again as he hooked one arm under her knee, lifting her leg to open her to him.
He knelt slightly to align their heights better, the head of his arousal pressing against her slick entrance. With a single, firm push of his hips, he sheathed himself completely inside her.
The warmth was different from his aunt's, almost hot, searing, but the tight, clinging grip was just as overwhelming. He was buried to the hilt, not an inch of him left outside her body.
The first deep thrust met the resistance of her cervix, making her gasp sharply into his mouth. Her head snapped back, a loud, shuddering moan tearing from her throat.
"Aahg! S-soo deep!"
She froze for a moment, her entire body going rigid around him. A flicker of concern passed through him.
"Mom? Hey, Mom? Are you okay? Can I continue?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
She turned her face away, a blush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck, her very ears turning a delightful shade of crimson. "Yes... You can go on." She squeezed her eyes shut. "Just... don't look at me like that."
"I will move now," he stated.
He drew his hips back and then pushed forward again, the slow, deliberate rhythm quickly building in intensity.
The sound of their bodies meeting, a wet, rhythmic slapping, echoed in the tiled chamber. Pah! Ughh!
"Eiiis!" she cried out, bringing her hands up to cover her face entirely.
"Eis, you can go faster. Don't worry about me," her voice was muffled by her fingers, "I can take it. I gave birth to you. This is nothing."
The challenge, the slight against his ability to unravel her, struck a chord. His pride stung, he increased his pace drastically, his movements becoming a relentless, powerful pounding.
"Aahn! Arrrkk! Like this, Mom? Do you like this?" he demanded, his breath coming in harsh pants. He moved his hand from her waist to firmly pull her hands away from her face.
What he revealed stole his breath. Her face was flushed a deep red, her tongue lolling slightly, eyes rolled back in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
"Eissss!! N-noooo! Eiiis!! Whyyyy!" she tried to protest, even as her inner muscles fluttered wildly around his invading length.
"I want to see that cute face of yours," he growled, driving into her with renewed vigour, chasing the peak he could feel building in her trembling form.
"Yeeesss, Eis! I am so close!"
Her body began to vibrate, a fine tremor that escalated into violent shudders. Her pussy clenched and milked him with shocking, rhythmic strength, as if she were consciously controlling the very walls of her sex.
"Arrrrg! Mom, can you wait for me?"
"Noooo! I ca'ttttt! Arrkkk! Ahhrrk!"
Her moans became guttural cries as she convulsed, her body arching and twisting. A gush of her release sprayed over his cock and stomach. Then, as if a string had been cut, all the strength left her body in a rush.
He kept pounding, relentless, his hand returning to her waist to hold her upright, the other supporting her raised leg. She was a dead weight in his arms, her head lolling onto his shoulder, her breath reduced to ragged pants interspersed with his name. "Eisss... EIIsS... EISss... Huu... Huuu..."
"Mom," he said, his own control fraying at the edges. "Can you do that thing? The thing you did when you came."
"Okayy... you.. mean.. this.s..ss?" she managed, and then her internal muscles contracted again, a series of powerful, deliberate pulses that wrenched a groan from him.
It was an assault on his senses, stripping him of all power, all thought.
His climax erupted from him, a raw, primal release. With a few final, powerful thrusts and a deep, grinding circle of his hips, he emptied his seed deep into his mother's womb.
"Arrkkk!" She gasped, her body seizing in a minor, aftershock orgasm from the final invasion.
Completely spent, she could do nothing but cling to him, her legs and arms wrapped around him like vines, her face buried in the crook of his neck.
As he held her, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, a thought surfaced in his bliss-addled mind. Wow. She is great. And she didn't even bite or scratch me.
He stood there in the steady stream of warm water, simply holding his soft, curvy mother, waiting patiently for her to find the energy to stand on her own again.