Night was silent except for the sounds of various insects adding a beautiful symphony to the darkness.
Crickets chirped away from their spots in the tall grass, while cicadas filled the air with a steady buzz from up in the trees.
A soft breeze drifted through, stirring the leaves and carrying the sweet scent of flowers that only bloom at night.
The silvery light of a full moon entered through the curtain of the window, casting an ethereal glow across the tiled bathroom floor.
At this moment, the Empress silently sat in the bathtub, her breasts drifting in the warm water, her dark pink nipples pointed upward as she looked at Lucian standing before her, his d!ck exposed just above his lowered underwear.
Her breath caught in her throat as her blue eyes darted between Lucian’s face and his long penis, still gripped loosely in his hand.
The moonlight played across his toned body, highlighting the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest.
“I… yes, of course,” she managed to stammer out.
“Here, take this,” she said quietly, giving him the soft towel that had been under her head, her usual calm now completely gone.
With a weak nod, Lucian moved towards the towel, but suddenly —”thud” — with a thud sound he “accidentally” slipped and fell to the ground, releasing a growl of pain.
His body twisted as he fell, landing him on his back with his legs splayed out towards the bathtub.
The Empress gasped, instinctively rising slightly from the water in concern.
“Lucian! Are you alright?” she exclaimed, forgetting for a moment her state of undress.
Lucian groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in apparent pain.
“I… I think so,” he muttered, slowly opening his eyes.
As his eyes focused, he found himself looking directly at the Empress, her breasts now exposed above the waterline, glistening with droplets that caught the moonlight like tiny diamonds.
“Lucian! Are you alright?” she exclaimed, forgetting for a moment she was fully naked.
The Empress’s maternal instincts overrode her momentary hesitation.
She rose from the bath, water cascading down her motherly body, and she stepped carefully onto the tiled floor.
Droplets pooled at her feet as she moved towards Lucian, her wet footprints glistening in the moonlight.
“Wait, let me help you,” she said softly, reaching down to grab Lucian’s arm — as she leaned down, her large breasts also dangled like ripe grapes from a tree ready to be eaten.
Only now did he fully see just how huge her tits were! So ample that even with his long c0ck, Lucian felt his whole d!ck could be hidden between them.
As she leaned forward, her damp hair fell in a curtain around her beautiful face, filling the air with the delicate scent orchids.
Lucian groaned again as he grabbed her hand and started to rise, his muscular body tensing with the effort.
The Empress wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, supporting his weight as he “struggled” to his feet.
In their awkward maneuvering, her hand brushed against something warm and hard.
The Empress suddenly gasped as her fingers lightly brushed against Lucian’s rigid c0ck.
A spark of electricity seemed to ignite in her body at that fleeting touch.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced at his face, but he appeared focused and pained, trying to push himself up.
He seemed oblivious to her accidental touches.
Relief washed over her, mingled with a confusing mix of disappointment and shame.
‘It’s so hard,’ she thought, her mind racing.
Wait! What am I thinking? He is my son now…
But she could still feel the firmness of Lucian’s dick against her fingertips as she tightened her grip on his lean shoulder, supporting his slow steps.
The warmth of her bare, milky-white skin brushing against his ignited something within her — one she didn’t want to acknowledge .
After all, it had been years since she’d last felt such desire.
And now seeing Lucian’s fat c0ck, her c*nt began to wet — juices sliding through her creamy thighs.
With agonizing slowness, they made their way across the moonlit bathroom.
Rivulets of water traced glistening paths down the Empress’s naked figure, pooling on the tile floor with each careful step.
Lucian leaned heavily against her, his breath coming in ragged gasps that sent shivers across her damp skin.
They entered the adjoining bedroom, where silky curtains billowed softly in the night breeze.
Moonbeams danced across silk sheets as the Empress guided Lucian to perch on the edge of the massive four-poster bed.
He sank into the plush mattress with a groan.
The Empress knelt before him, droplets of water still clinging to her flushed skin.
Her hands moved with tender concern over Lucian’s leg, fingers probing gently for any sign of injury.
“Are you alright, my son?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with worry, “Where does it hurt?”
Lucian’s breath hitched as her delicate touch ghosted over his calf and up to his thigh.
“I… I think I just twisted my ankle,” he managed, his voice strained.
“That’s terrible! In that case, let me take care of you,” the Empress murmured in concern, rising gracefully to her feet.
Stray beads of water trickled down the curves of her body, leaving glistening trails in their wake.
She stepped back and retrieved a small bottle from a nearby shelf.
She uncorked it and poured a sweet-smelling oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it.
As she did so, her bare and plump breasts rose and fell with each breath, drawing Lucian’s gaze to her nipples, which had grown hard and peaked.
He licked his lips unconsciously, ‘Just a little more push, and I can finally f*ck that c*nt! Seeing how tiny her assh*le is, she sure is an an*l virgin. Soon, I’m going to take both of these mother’s and daughter’s an*l virginities at the same time!’
Lucian couldn’t help but wonder if the Cultivation World had any cloning techniques, so that he could f*ck two holes at the same time, enjoying double pleasure, and even doing double penetration at the same time!
After all, f*cking a mother-daughter pair was one thing, but having his c0ck buried and thrusting two holes at the same time, feeling two different kinds of pleasures, was entirely different.
Thinking these thoughts his c0ck twitching again as the Empress knelt before him once more.
She spread her knees wide, exposing the delicate pink folds of her c*nt to his gaze.
Lucian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his breathing growing a bit faster and more shallow.
The Empress pressed her slick hands against his leg, massaging the tight muscles of his calf.
Her hands moved methodically up Lucian’s muscular calf, her fingers kneaded the firm flesh, working their way up to his knee.
As she did so, her body shifted, pressing her watermelons against his thigh and dragging them across his skin unknowingly.
Sometimes a soft moan would escape her lips as the silky oil coated her nipples, making them slippery and hard.
Lucian couldn’t help but notice how her breathing had grown heavier, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
He immediately wanted to pull and pinch those nipples, but he held back, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
She moved up his leg, her delicate hands gripping his thighs and pushing them apart.
The Empress’s fingers slid further and further, grazing against the base of his rock-hard c0ck.
With a sharp intake of breath, she jerked her hands away, her cheeks flaming.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, mortified.
She started to stand, but Lucian’s hand darted out and gripped her wrist, holding her in place.
“It’s okay Mother, you can touch me wherever you want…” he growled, his eyes dark and hooded.
The Empress trembled, her mouth suddenly dry.
She stared at his face, searching for answers,
“My son, I… I don’t…”
“Mother,” Lucian repeated, his voice a bit husky, “When I fell, my… also hit the floor, and now it’s hurting a bit. Could you also…”
Lucian’s face “reddened” and his words trailed off.
The Empress’s heart leapt in her chest, and she struggled to find her voice.
“Of… of course, my son,” she whispered, her hands trembling, “I can… help you with that. How can I see you in pain?”
Lucian’s grip loosened on her wrist, and the Empress took a deep breath.
Well, he’s just a child. And it’s must be hurting a lot…
She slowly leaned forward, her gaze never leaving Lucian’s handsome face.
As she did so, the full weight of her motherly breasts fell against his thigh, their smooth, silky skin pressed firmly against his legs.
She could feel her nipples stiffen against his firm muscle, and a wave of heat washed over her.
Without further ado, her oily hands grope Lucian base slowly, her thumbs moving up and down his long, veiny penis.
Squelch~! Squelch~!
Rubbingggg~~
Sluch~!
Finally, she could feel just how hard his d!ck truly was; her hands couldn’t fully wrap around it, unable to complete a circle.
His c0ck twitched in her grip, its thick, mushroom-shaped head throbbing with each rub, releasing transparent pre-c*m.