The warm water continued to fall, a gentle hiss in the quiet aftermath.
Huu... uh... huuu...
His mother's chest rose and fell with deep, panting breaths against his own, her skin flushed a deep, rosy pink. Slowly, the strength seemed to seep back into her limbs.
With a soft, shaky sigh, she pushed gently against his chest, finding the power to stand on her own two feet. But she couldn't, or wouldn't, meet his eyes.
The memory of the faces she'd made the lost, ecstatic, utterly undone expressions flooded her with a wave of hot shame and a strange, giddy thrill.
She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this would happen often from now on.
The unspoken barrier was gone. But she wasn't accustomed to the after-feeling: the warm, full sensation of her son's seed deep inside her, and the raw vulnerability of having been seen so completely.
Soon, she thought, I will adapt. Maybe I can even say those dirty words back to him. But for now, she couldn't. The shyness was still too strong.
"Mom, are you okay? Are you tired already?" Eis's voice was calm, almost casual, as the shower continued to run over them.
Shamelessly, he slid a hand between her legs, his fingers gently cleaning her, scooping out the evidence of their union.
She gasped softly at the intimate touch, her head tilting back against his shoulder, her eyes closing as she simply felt the water, his fingers, the lingering echoes of pleasure.
"Mom, look down," he instructed, his voice a low rumble near her ear.
She shifted her gaze, her eyes travelling down her own body to the juncture of their thighs.
There, pressed against her slick skin, was his hardness again, already wet and bulging with prominent veins, as if their first round had been nothing but a warm-up.
"I can still go again," she murmured, her voice low, a mix of challenge and a tremor of something else, uncertainty? "I am a higher tier than you. I can drain you before you can drain me."
It was a bold claim, but her voice lacked the confidence of her earlier bravado.
She was the one who had been overjoyed at his renewed attention, but facing the reality of his seemingly inexhaustible stamina was a different matter.
"Okay," he said simply, his hands moving to her hips. "If you say so."
In one smooth motion, he turned her around to face the white tiled wall. She placed her palms flat against the cool stone for balance, her back arched.
He positioned himself behind her, the broad head of his cock nudging against her entrance, which was still loose and wet from their previous coupling.
Uuuuhgg… A long, shuddering gasp escaped her as he pushed in, the initial stretch a familiar, welcome burn.
Without a second thought, he sheathed himself to the hilt in one firm, deep stroke.
Uuugn! So deep!
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His breath was hot.
"I'm gonna pound you like a cheap whore now," he whispered, the crude words a stark contrast to the tender way he held her hips.
To his surprise, her whole body clenched. Her inner muscles, still sensitive and throbbing, performed that strange, rippling contraction he'd felt during her climax, squeezing him tightly.
A breathy, almost laugh-like sound escaped her.
"Well, "treat a whore like a princess and a princess like a whore." he added in his head.
He withdrew slowly, until only the tip remained, teasing her stretched rim. Then he began.
Pahh! Pahh! Pahh!
The rhythm was steady, powerful, and each thrust had a solid impact on his hips against her soft rear. The wet, squelching sounds of their joining filled the glass booth, a lewd symphony of flesh on flesh.
His mother quickly fell into the rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, pushing back against him.
Aahng! Aahh! Just ~like ~that! Ju~st like ~that!
He could feel the telltale tremors beginning in her thighs, the increasing tightness coiling in her core. She was close. Instead of changing his pace, he maintained the same deep, powerful strokes, allowing her to concentrate, to fall over the edge without distraction.
Aah! Ahgnnf! Uuuhh!
Her climax hit her like a breaking wave. Her body stiffened, then convulsed, and she released a fresh gush of fluid, spraying against him and the wall like a broken fountain.
The moment her peak began to subside, he quickened his pace, his control snapping. One hand left her hip and came down in a sharp, stinging slap on her ass cheek.
Paaahh!
"E~~iss!" she protested, but it was a weak, breathy sound, lost in pleasure.
Her pussy clenched around him again in a reflexive pulse.
Paaah! Another slap landed on the other cheek, the sound echoing.
That was all it took.
With a final, deep grind, he buried himself as far as he could go and held, his release pumping into her in hot, pulsing waves.
Uggrgg... Uggg... He groaned into her shoulder, his own body shuddering with the force of it.
In the aftermath, he kept his arms wrapped around her, one hand moving from her breast to cup her chin. He gently turned her face towards his and guided her into a deep, languid kiss, sharing breath and the taste of exertion.
A few moments later, Eis began an actual bath with her. They cleaned themselves with simple soap and cloths, the frantic energy of before settling into a quiet, shared intimacy.
His eyes drifted to the large, sunken tub set into the floor on the other side of the spacious bathroom.
"Hey, Mom," he said, pointing. "Do you know what that is?"
She followed his gaze, blinking water from her lashes.
"No," she admitted, a small, weary smile touching her lips. "Everything in here is weird and kind of new to me."
"I'll show you," he said. Before she could protest, he bent and scooped her up into his arms, one under her knees and the other behind her back.
"Hey! I can walk on my own, you know," she said, though her arms instinctively came up to loop around his neck.
"You don't want my love, Mom."
"No, that's not what I meant," she mumbled, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
"I mean… I am not the ideal slim woman, Eis. I have curves. I have weight."
He looked down at her, her damp skin glowing in the soft light, her full form beautifully real in his arms.
"It's okay," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You are as light as a feather to me."
He carried her the few steps to the sunken tub and stepped down into it, settling her on her feet. On the rim, he found a similar white button with a black circle. He tapped it.
With a soft, gurgling hum, warm water poured from ornate fixtures along the sides, quickly filling the deep tub with steaming, crystal-clear water.
"Wow," she breathed, sinking into the luxurious heat. "Magic and tech are really convenient."
He sat down against the sloping back of the tub, and she settled between his legs, her back against his chest.
The water rose to their shoulders. His softened length rested in the space between her thighs, a familiar, comforting presence.
Idly, her hand drifted down through the water, her fingers seeking to touch him.
He caught her wrist gently before she made contact.
"Oho? Who has gained their confidence back?" he teased, bringing her captured hand up to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. "But unless you want to spend another fifteen minutes in here, I suggest not touching it."
She pouted, leaning her head back against his shoulder to look up at him. "Well, it's just so soft and pretty now. I want to play with it."
"Just rest," he chuckled, the sound a warm rumble in his chest that vibrated through her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her snugly against him.
"You will get plenty of chances later."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the heat of the water leaching the last of the tension from their muscles. The steam rose around them, fragrant and calming.
"Hey, Mom?" Eis's voice was quiet, thoughtful, breaking the peaceful quiet.
"Yeah, sure, sweetie," she murmured, completely relaxed against him.
"Anything for you."
He was silent for another long moment, his chin resting on the top of her damp head. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a genuine, searching curiosity.
"Why, though?"