I was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Mother stood at the corner of it. Her delicate fingers wrapped around my hard cock. Holding it gently. Carefully. As if pressing too hard would hurt me.
Her question was still hanging in the air.
"How do we begin with this blessing of yours?"
'Good question.'
My mentally virgin mind was racing through countless possibilities. All the things I had read about. All the pleasures I had fantasized about. All the positions. All the techniques.
But I didn't want to rush.
'First things first. Start with the basics.'
The most important step came to mind. Also the most difficult one to make her do.
"Mom, you have to lick my dick."
She blinked.
"Take it in your mouth and suck it."
Her grip loosened.
"This will coat it with saliva, which makes the follow-up steps easier. It's part of the ritual."
Silence.
Then I saw it. Her face filling with absolute disgust.
"Eren, no."
She released my cock entirely and stepped back.
"Son, that's too dirty. There's something wrong with this blessing of yours."
Her head shook rapidly.
"No gods would ask for such a thing. These parts are where we... where we pee from. Sucking them? It's too nasty."
'Here we go again.'
I sighed.
"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? I've ascended from being a normal person. Nothing about me is normal anymore."
I gestured down to my cock. Standing proud. Throbbing. Waiting.
"And even my dick isn't normal."
She looked at it. Then looked away. Conflicted.
"Don't think badly of the gods, mother. I know you might be cursing them right now. Asking why they keep testing you. Why they keep putting you through pain again and again."
I reached for her hand.
"And don't think of me as those people. The ones who do disgusting things to you every night."
My voice softened.
"This isn't like that. This isn't nasty. This isn't meant to hurt you."
I squeezed her fingers.
"I promise you, once we're done, once we make you stronger than everyone in this household, you won't just like the power."
I looked into her eyes.
"You'll like the things we did to get there."
She was trembling. Panicking internally. Her son was speaking with a resolve she had never seen before.
For a long moment, she just stood there. Processing.
Then she sighed.
Her hand reached out. Grabbed my cock again. And she bent down slowly toward my crotch.
No more protests. No more arguments.
She stuck her tongue out. Hesitantly. Moving forward inch by inch.
But she froze. Just a hair's width away from my tip.
Unable to close that final gap.
So I helped.
I shifted my hips slightly forward. Made her tongue touch the head of my penis. Right at the eye.
She jolted back instantly.
Her face twisted as she registered the taste. The texture.
Musky. Warm. But ultimately, just skin. The same feeling as any other part of the body.
"See, mother? There's no problem with it."
I smiled down at her.
"We just need to throw away our disgust for a little while."
She looked up. Met my eyes. Saw the demand in them. The expectation.
The need for her to finish what she started.
She gulped.
One last moment of hesitation.
Then she closed her mouth. Stuck her tongue out again. And moved forward.
This time, she didn't stop.
Her tongue made contact with my cock head. Circled around it slowly. She had closed her eyes. Shutting out the reality of what she was doing. Embracing the madness.
She licked. And licked. And licked.
Her tongue moved without direction. Touching whatever was in front of her. Going up. Going down. Backing away. Coming forward.
Then she went too low.
Her tongue dragged across my balls.
Her eyes shot open.
"S-sorry for that!"
I smiled. Leaned down. Pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"You can do whatever you want, mom."
She looked up at me with those big elven eyes. Confused. Grateful. Embarrassed.
"Now, why don't we move forward with our plans?"
I straightened up.
"Mother, take my cock inside your mouth."
Her face went pale. The horror returned for a moment.
But she had already come this far.
She made up her mind.
Hesitantly, she closed the gap between her lips and my pennis. I could see her mouth slightly open. Ready. Coming for it.
And finally, she took it in.
Just letting it rest inside her mouth at first. Not moving. Not sucking. Just... holding it there.
But inside, I could feel her tongue moving. Sliding over my dick. Exploring.
The pleasure hit me like a wave.
'Fuck.'
This was it. My very first blowjob. The warmth of her mouth. The wetness of her saliva coating every inch.
My hands moved on their own. Reached for her head. Gripped the back and sides.
Then I started moving her.
Back and forth. Back and forth. My hips thrusting slightly to meet her rhythm.
"Like this, mother. Move your head."
She tried to follow. She really did.
But she was amateurish. Of course she was. She had never seen anything like this. Never even knew this was possible.
And her teeth.
Her fucking teeth were grazing against my cock with every movement.
Sharp little jolts of pain shooting through my cock.
My hands shifted from guiding her to stopping her.
She froze. My dick popped out of her mouth. Glistening with her saliva.
She looked up at me. Confused. Worried.
"Mother, it hurts when you do that."
Her face crumbled.
"Don't bring your teeth into it. Adjust your lips and mouth so they don't touch my dick."
She looked down. Apologetic. Ashamed.
"Sorry, son. I didn't mean to—"
I reached for her chin. Lifted it gently. Made her look at me.
Then I leaned in and pressed a short kiss to her lips.
"Don't you dare apologize to me. Ever."
My thumb stroked her cheek.
"This pain is nothing compared to what you've endured for me. Every night. Every humiliation. Every tear you hid behind your smile."
Her eyes watered.
"A little graze from your teeth? That's nothing, mom. Nothing at all."
She stared at me. Something shifting in her expression. Love. Gratitude. Determination.
Then she looked back at my cock.
This time, before even taking it in, she widened her mouth. Stretched her lips. Made sure everything was in position.
It was adorable. Like a baby bird preparing to receive food.
'Cute.'
She took it in slowly. Carefully. Properly this time.
She mumbled something with my cock in her mouth. I couldn't understand the words, but the tone was clear. Motherly concern. Probably asking if it was hurting.
I just smiled down at her.
My hand returned to her head.
And the blowjob resumed.
This time, it was intense.
For a full minute, I moved inside her mouth. Thrusting. Guiding. Losing myself in the sensation.
My very first blowjob. The pleasure was overwhelming. My mind went blank. I forgot about everything.
Including her.
She was running out of breath. I could feel her body trembling. Her throat making small choking sounds.
I pulled out immediately.
My cock popped free with strings of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking.
She coughed. Gasped for air. Her chest heaving as she tried to recover.
"Sorry, mom. It was feeling so good that I went too far."
I rubbed her back gently as she caught her breath.
After the coughing subsided, she looked up at me.
And smiled.
"No worry, my son. I'm happy as long as you are."
I wasn't shocked by her response.
She was always like this. Putting me before herself. No matter what.
'She gave me my first blowjob.'
And after the initial teeth problem, she had adjusted perfectly. There were still a few moments where I felt the grazing, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that the pain barely registered.
She looked at my cock. Thoroughly lubricated now. Shining with her saliva.
"I think we're done with the first step."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"What's the next one?"
I grinned.
"We've lubricated my part."
My eyes drifted down to her body.
"Now it's your part's turn."
Her face turned bright red.