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"After breakfast I was thinking we'd start the day at the pool. When the sun gets too hot in the early afternoon we can escape into a museum for some culture and do some shopping in a boutique. Maybe we'll find something more you'd like me to wear." She pushed her ass against his hand, letting him know it was okay. Her skin there was amazingly smooth and the entire area a perfect mix of toned muscle and softer tissue. "Does that sound good?"

She laid still like this for a long time. It seemed perhaps she had even fallen asleep. Then she spoke again. "I know your big cock is hard and aching and throbbing, sweetie. We better take care of it again before we go to bed." She eased her hand down to his abdomen. "You know, maybe it'd be better if mommie did it. You can just relax and save your energy for tomorrow." Without waiting for his response, she reached down and felt his cock through his shorts, cupping and stroking it through the fabric.

Eventually, she pulled the shorts down, freeing him fully and her hand grasped the shaft. "Oh, sweetie, mommie is so impressed with what a big and beautiful cock you have." She looked up at his face with an expression filled with motherly love, as she started stroking expertly. She paused only briefly to massage his balls before continuing. "You like mommie doing this don't you? You can keep your hand on my ass while I stroke your hard cock."

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While she was explaining what the following day had in store, she had pushed her ass harder into Eric's hand sending a tingle through his entire body at just how good she felt. The fact it was his mother's ass he was squeezing just made it seem all the more... erotic to him as it took him a moment to realize she'd asked him if it sounded good. "Umm, yeah that sounds good to me mom." Calling her what he usually did with one hand on her bare ass was making his cock feel like it was going to explode as he imagined what she looked like in a bikini. For a while, nothing seemed to happen until the thought she'd fallen asleep faded when she spoke again and there was a part of him that wanted to stop it before they did go too far.

"Umm... okay... mom..." He croaked as her hand slid down over his stomach toward the twitching tent in his boxers, as she basically said she was going to take care of his erection, he wasn't sure whether he believed it or not until her hand cupped and stroked it through his shorts making him whimper. Sure, she'd teased him with a fingertip earlier but she'd not really touched him so directly. Then she pulled his shorts down, his cock springing free, throbbing and glistening with pre-cum as he let out a short groan of relief until she grasped him directly and once again complimented him on his cock. He blushed as she looked into his eyes as he was unsure how to respond as her grip tightened and she started stroking turning any words into a moan.

"It... your... hand feels... better than mine..." Eric stated softly as she gave him permission to keep his hand on her ass as her fingers stroked up and down almost without pause save for when she reached down to toy with his balls. His entire cock was twitching between her fingers, throbbing and pulsing hotly every time her grip squeezed over the head as his hips struggled not to buck to push up or chase her fingers. If her hand felt that good... he wondered if other things felt even better. "Mom... I'm... I can't hold it... in..." He said panting desperately as the arousal he'd felt over the last couple of hours, the feel of her ass in his hand all hurtled him toward a volcanic finish he could feel churning in his balls.

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Helen sat a little more upright as she exposed her son's hard cock, but made sure he could still reach to touch her ass. Several big, clear drops of precum oozed out of the tip and over her hand. It was so hard to refrain from using her tongue.

She stroked with one hand now, while cupping his big balls with the other. "Good boy. Don't worry about lasting long. We can do this as often as we need to. You can cum for mommie. I know, sweetie. It's always better when someone else does it for you. And mommie knows just how to make you feel good." She stroked faster. Her breasts jiggled with her movements. "I can see how good it feels. Oh, you're going to make some girl very lucky, sweetie. Feeling that big cock in her mouth will be so good. And in her pussy; warm and wet and wanting you so much. And when you cum, she'll take that wonderful load happily between her lips."

When she noticed he was arriving, she grabbed the empty glass she had drank water from to their pizza, and angled it so that Eric's load would go into it. "Cum, sweetie. I want to see your lovely cum."

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Eric wasn't sure what turned him on more at that moment in time, the feeling of his hand gripping his mother's frankly amazing ass or the way her hands worked him from root to tip with one hand even playing with his balls in a way that made his toes curl. When she said they could do it as often as they wanted and he should cum for her, Eric knew they'd not so much crossed the line but jumped straight over and he wasn't sure if he cared all that much. "Ungh... mom..." It sounded strange to his ears, his voice warped by pleasure as his mother's hand brought more pleasure than he'd ever known a hand could bring him.

When she started essentially talking dirty to him alongside the air being filled with the slick sounds of his pre-cum drenched cock being tugged by his own mother's fingers only pushed him faster and faster toward his climax. Was he really hoping for more from his mother despite how strange it was? There were so many questions whirling around in his mind about what other things might feel like, would they feel better? Should they be doing anything like that together? But when he opened his mouth to speak all he could do was moan as his mother sped up her stroking and all he could think about was how good his mother was making him feel. Eric's fingers dug into her ass more firmly as she hurtled him closer and closer to cumming.

There was a subtle change that his pleasure-focused mind missed as she moved the hand from his balls to put something in the way to catch the eruption that he could feel pulsing up through his cock. Eric's mother never missed a beat, unlike himself he could barely keep stroking once the orgasm hit but she was tugging everything out of him in a way that had him squirming against his mother as hot cum splashed and sloshed into the empty glass. He softened between her fingers as the tingles subsided albeit only slightly as he saw the glass had a vast pool of his load in the bottom. He could still feel his mother's warmth against him, her ass in his palm as he realized he'd somehow cum even harder than last time. "That... was... intense." Eric managed to utter between panting for air.

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Helen's senses were fixed on that beautiful cock. She looked at the bulging veins. The glistening head. She enjoyed the scent. The rhythmic sounds of her hand moving, and his breath and moans going in time with it. She slowed down at the precise moment to delay his orgasm just a little, then quickened again to make it as intense as possible when it was inevitable.

She watched the lovely cum fill the bottom of the glass and continued milking every drop. "Good boy. So much cum for mommie." Helen kept pleasuring him lightly for a while; fingers lightly teasing up and down the underside of the shaft, and finally squeezing out the last glob.

"That looked intense, sweetie." She looked up at his face as his cock softened a little. She smiled warmly, mother love fixed with arousal on her face. "Listen, we really shouldn't let this go to waste, okay?" She bit her lip and gave a nod, as she asked almost rhetorically. Then putting the glass to her lips, she let the entire load drip into her mouth, where she let it wash over her tongue before swallowing.

"I know we talked about this trip being about preparing you for adult life, but you don't mind mommie enjoying herself a bit too, right? We don't need to tell daddy about this." She scooted back a little. "Anyway, I bet you're dead tired now. Shall we try to get some sleep?" Helen put her head on the pillow. She was on her side, facing him, admiring every bit.

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Eric was still panting heavily even as his orgasm ebbed, the pearly white fluid pooled in the glass his mother had used to catch it even as her fingers continued dancing along the underside as if daring him to stay hard afterwards... he probably would have too if he hadn't cum a couple of hours ago as well. She seemed pleased with the result and even in his post-orgasm clarity he knew they'd long since crossed a line and he wondered where it might lead given this was simply the first day, had she planned it to go as far as it had or was it just her being swept up in the moment? He honestly didn't know either way and he wasn't even sure if it actually mattered.

Luckily she was skilled enough to not let her fingers linger too long and ensure he entered into some orgasmic feedback loop and his cock softened, albeit only partly as all he could do was nod along as she talked. It wasn't a way he expected to get closer to his mother that was for sure so when she mentioned it not going to waste he raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Oh... my..." He wasn't sure he believed his eyes when she lifted the glass and began... drinking his cum that sent a tingle up his spine almost as effectively as her fingers had done by stroking his cock. That was followed by her next words easily flooring him had he been standing up and not already laying down and weak-legged from his powerful climax.

"Umm, no... I want you to enjoy yourself too, mom." The fact she said to keep it a secret from his father was making his mind race as if this was just the start... he found himself both excited and nervous about the rest of the trip. "Sounds like a... " He yawned enough to interrupt his train of thought at the suggestion of sleeping, he still had her ass in his hand as she scooted up to lay on the pillow. "Like a good... idea." Eric finally finished just wondering what would happen next as his eyes slowly closed, probably more comfortable than he had ever been with the warmth of his mother lying alongside him. His mind was awash with ideas for what tomorrow would bring and how much further his mother might take things.

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It was a long night. Helen slept uneasy, turning around ever so often. Sometimes she'd snuggle close to Eric and rest her head on his shoulder. Sometimes they'd spoon and she would feel him getting hard at random points throughout the night. Her husband did that too, but when she was satisfied that wasn't a problem for her. She finally found a position she liked, on her side facing Eric with her fingers wrapped around his thick cock. Whenever he hardened, she'd wake a little, but enjoyed holding it so much that she fell back asleep, purring.

Fortunately, she didn't need as much sleep as when she was younger. She woke up in the morning with a hard cock in her hand, which was the best way to wake up, really. Eric was still breathing like he was sleeping. It was a hot summer day so they had already kicked off most of their covers and she could enjoy the view as well; a long and thick veiny shaft with a beautiful engorged head, and those big lovely balls. How she wanted to take it in her mouth! Would it be so bad really? Was a blowjob over the line and a handjob not? Maybe she'd ask him later about his thoughts on the matter.

She held him like this for a while, until a clear drop of precum oozed out, which she caught with one finger and brought to her lips. She then used the wet finger to rub over the swollen head, wetting it. "Sweetie..." her voice was soft and loving. "Want to wake up?"

She started stroking him slowly.

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Given what had happened he expected sleep to be fleeting, disturbed and generally not as restful as Eric would have hoped and while that was true it proved not to be as annoying as having a restless night usually was. That was down to two things, the first of which was obvious as every time he'd woken up he found his cock was hard but within the grip of his mother's hand, her practically naked body next to his however proved so comforting that he would fall right back to sleep. The second thing was the view, his mother was hot, there were no other words for it that wouldn't feel strange to aim at one's own mother but she was, that sexy ass, those generous breasts and that wasn't even getting into the rest of her.

By the time the morning began to break, the pitch-black sky turning from midnight blue to a paler hue as the sun began to rise he wasn't sure if he'd actually woken up without being solid as a rock in his mother's gentle grip. Mostly, Eric was snoozing, not truly asleep but neither was he fully awake at least until the feeling around his shaft changed, he felt a needy throb and an oily drop of pre-cum only for it to be swept away by the delicate pad of a finger which made the entire length of his cock twitch.

Her hands felt so much better than his own, right down to the way she had simply stroked with a single digit up and over the head only for it to return wetter as she smeared saliva all over the bulbous and throbbing head, her voice slowly opening his eyes as he groaned softly. When he finally managed to open his eyes the sight that greeted him was as hot as ever, matching the feelings as she slowly stroked his cock, the entire length throbbing in her hand, the veins pulsing with the lust of hot blooded need. "Hmmnngh... morning mom." Even saying that felt odd given she was stroking his cock, it was already tingling as he had to yawn to fully fire his brain back up to appreciate the feeling of his mothers breasts pressed against his side where she lay and the smoothness of the rest of her laying draped against him.

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Helen was in heaven. While there was more she liked doing with a wonderful big cock like this, just holding it in her hand was heavenly. She let her hand slide down to cup her son's balls, rubbing them lightly. "We better get you emptied before we get breakfast and head out for today's adventures. I know boys your age need to cum many times each day." Her other hand moved to the lower end of the shaft, stroking firmly, but slowly. She could already squeeze out a big drop of precum.

"You like that, don't you sweetie? Waking up to a nice handjob? If I was your girlfriend, you'd wake up with that thick cock in my mouth every morning." She started stroking a little faster. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, studying every bulging vein and the shape of the engorged head. Her nose picked up the wonderful scent of him and even her ears could enjoy the slick, rhythmic sound of her movement. "Do you need more inspiration, sweetie? Does it help seeing mommie's big titties?"

Helen bulled her breasts out of her lingerie, exposing them to her son. Her nipples were erect; hard and elongated. Her hands moved faster along his slick shaft. She looked for the glass, she had collected cum in last night, but couldn't see it right now. Instead, she just lowered her face, planning to aim the spurts across her tongue, when the time came.

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Despite the previous day's events, awakening to his mother stroking his cock was still a surprise, as Eric could have readily expected her just saying it was a heat of the moment thing or getting caught up in it all but it seemed his mother was very much set on the path they were taking. It was the way she was talking as if it was perfectly fine to be telling him she knew boys his age needed to cum many times per day as she cupped his balls in a way that gave him goosebumps as the warmth of her hand spread through his loins. She squeezed out a drop of pre-cum before stroking faster all the while seemingly urging him onwards with her sultry words once more as all he could do was give a nod.

"You... ungh... would?" He asked as his mother told him that if she was his girlfriend he'd wake up to her sucking his cock which made it throb and twitch between her fingers far more than the increased speed she was stroking him did. He was panting, the sound punctuated by the slick wet noises as his mother's tight grip tugged up and down his cock as she asked him if he wanted to see her tits earning her a groan and an eager nod just before she pulled her generous bosom free of the lingerie. Even he could tell her nipples were hard as he hurtled toward what felt like it was going to be a massive orgasm to start his day as he watched his mother looking around for something but he had no idea what was she kept stroking and stroking.

"M-mom... I'm gonna... c-cum!" Eric's dick twitched and flexed as his balls lifted tightly against his body just a split second before he watched in slow motion as the thick pearly rope of his seed erupted from the head of his throbbing shaft toward his mother's face. Was she really going to let him cum all over her face? He had no idea as the second surge latched onto the tail end of the first one before it had even hit his mother's face as it loomed closer and closer to his shaft. Just the idea felt like it was summoning up more and more cum from his balls as it finally landed, hitting her nose, chin and splashing across her lips and tongue.

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Helen hadn't planned to take a full on cum facial from her son. She didn't really have a plan at all. Only a hope of catching most on her tongue. She was only half successful. While several thick spurts shot into her mouth, a lot splashed over her nose and cheeks and dripped down her chin.

The most important thing was not stopping, making sure to keep stroking her son throughout his orgasm, although slowing down as it ended. Then she could focus on cleaning up the mess she had made. She first swallowed everything on her tongue, than used it and her fingers to take in the rest, one thick rope at a time.

She couldn't help put make little happy sounds with each taste; little purrs and Mmmms. She finally milked the last glob from his cock and used the tip of one finger to bring it between her lips. "You taste so good, sweetie. Just let mommie know when you need to cum again." Helen gave a smile. "Now, we better get ready for the day, don't you think?"

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One thing was certain, whether by accident or design things seemed to be growing more intense between Eric and his mother and he wasn't just talking about the orgasms her hand seemed to pull from him either. All he could do was groan, watching as his cum erupted from the head of his cock as his mother always managed to keep stroking in a way he never could as the creamy goop went everywhere but most importantly, a lot of it splashed across her tongue, she was actually tasting him!

"Oh... c-crap!" He'd wanted to curse but didn't want to ruin the moment by getting a stern look from his mother amid a thorough glazing of her face in his cream as those soft fingers continued to tug and stroke, her experienced grip far superior to any pleasure he could ever stroke out of himself. The sounds she was making only added to how incredibly hot the scene before him was as if she was enjoying and savoring some delicious dessert rather than his cum once again had that logical and rational part of his mind once again wonder how his father could have chosen not to go on this trip with her. Not that he'd ever dare voice that aloud for fear it might break whatever suspension of disbelief was keeping things escalating between them.

"O-okay." Eric said with all the breathless panting one would expect of a gym session rather than his mother's hand skills as she pointed out he only had to tell her if he needed to cum again after informing him he tasted delicious. Those words alone threatened to have his cock swelling and stiffening again, eager for round two as if that was how the day was starting he wondered what the rest of it held in store. "Do you want to use the shower first then?" He asked as he slipped his boxers off before realizing he needed a minute for his legs to work before doing anything... not that he'd refuse sharing the shower but that would definitely lead to him needing to cum again.

Whatever she decided he was definitely ready to start the day off, whatever she had planned he was actually looking forward to it though also anxious... if things kept growing more intimate between them he was fairly sure his mind would explode. If her hands felt as good as they did it was hard for his curious young mind not to wonder if anything else might feel... better? A mind-blowing thought especially given the topic of conversation the previous night plus the making out... his mother's mouth was likely going to be a whole other level of pleasure he wasn't sure he could take nor do without if he experienced it even once.


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"Food!" Katarina cheered when Abigail asked if she thought it was time to start working on dinner. She nodded enthusiastically when Abigail asked if she was hungry. "Hungy hungy, Mommy." She confirmed. The question of what to eat brought a small fit of giggles when told not to pick anything silly, hugging Abigail back with glee, then she stood up, and a thoughtful expression crept onto her face as she tilted her head. "Hmmmmmm" She looked at Abigail again and asked. "Could we have Stroganoff, please, Mommy?" Getting into a younger mindset made her hungry for the Russian recipes of her childhood. She wasn't sure if Abigail would know how to make the recipes she had grown up with and if she should as for more typical American kids' food instead.

The question of whether she wanted help was very easy for Katarina. She wanted to be as helpless and dependent on her Mommy as she could be, she wanted to be helpful and not annoying, but she really wanted Abigail to feel needed while she got to experience nurturing kindness without the expectation of her giving or doing something in return. "I need help cleaning up, please, Mommy."

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"Stroganoff?" Abigail asked, and her smile faltered some on the word. Not only had she never made Stroganoff before, she'd never even had it, which she supposed probably said something about her sheltered palate. It's not like it was a particularly exotic dish. "Hmm," she tapped a finger to her chin. That was right. It wasn't exotic. There'd be plenty of recipes online, and she had a basic enough idea of what went into it to feel confident she had all the ingredients around the house. "Stroganoff it is." Abigail said at last, squeezing her little girl's sides. "I don't know how to make, though, so we'll have to figure it out together. I'll find us a recipe on my tablet and set it up in the kitchen where we can cook and read off it at the same time. How's that sound, baby?"

And with that, Abigail gave the other woman a gentle nudge. "Up we get." She said, weighing Katarina's words in her mind. How much help would she expect? Did she want to be bathed, or was she hoping simply for Mommy's help getting her hands all washed up for dinner? Maybe both. Ah, well, Abigail thought, as she pushed herself up onto her feet. She didn't need to answer that question just yet, anyway. There was no time for a bath right now whether Katarina wanted one or not. That was an after-dinner activity.

"Let's go get you cleaned up, then." Abigail said, giving Katarina's butt a playful smack to get her moving, and for a wonder she didn't feel the remotest bit self conscious about doing it. "If you get there before me, I'll even make us some dessert for after dinner." As her girl scurried away, Abigail lingered behind, eyes glued to that chubby backside bouncing away. She'd never realized before what a nice butt Katarina had. Strange how much a single conversation can change the way you look at a person. Pushing those thoughts away, she started down the hall after her girl.

The bathroom on the main floor was the smaller of the two in the house, but there was still plenty of room for two people, and it came complete with a full-size tub and shower. There was a cabinet beneath the sink and a mirror overtop with a cupboard behind, where Abigail kept all her various guest toiletries. Toothpaste, mouthwash, aspirin, and a few other things. It was a few moments after Katarina should have arrived---if she decided to obey---that Abigail slipped into the bathroom, ready to get her little girl all cleaned up, too. She might even ask about the bath for later.

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Squealing giggles came from Katarina as Abigail squeezed her sides. "Okie, Mommy. We'll learn it together!" She cheered. She scooted off the couch and onto her feet at Abigail's prompting. She let out a small squeak when Abigail playfully smacked her butt, scurrying away quickly at the promise of dessert.

When she easily made it to the bathroom first, she grinned and cheered. "I won! I won! That means we get dessert, right, Mommy?" She listened to the shorter woman's response, then presented her hands for Abigail to clean them, obediently moving where Abigail wanted her and yielding easily to Abigail's hands. "Gota get them allllllll clean! Don't wanna have any yucky germs cuz that could make us sick. Right, Mommy?" She said, letting herself be a little bit clingy and looking to Abigail for approval.

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As the other woman scurried away down the hall, Abigail smiled to herself, reflecting on the day's events. People often talked about the unpredictability of life, that you never could know for sure what tomorrow would bring, and how well Abigail knew the truth of that statement. Where they went wrong was with their assumption that life's unpredictability was somehow a positive. Well, perhaps it was for some. But her own experiences had taught her to fear change, and maybe some people would call her life dull because of this. But there was nothing wrong with dull. Dull was comfortable. Dull was safe. Nobody hurt you when your life was dull.

Today had not been dull. And yet here Abigail stood, filled not with terror for what the next moment might bring but with a sense of joy like nothing she'd known for a very long time. She loved Katarina for that gift. The sounds of excited cheers brought Abigail out of her reverie, and she chuckled to herself as she made her way down the hall to where her baby girl was waiting in the bathroom.

"Uh-huh. You won fair and square, baby, so that means dessert." She said, turning the tap on the sink and putting her fingers beneath the stream to test the temperature. It wouldn't do to scald her girl's hands and almost as bad to chill them! Once satisfied, she grabbed a fresh wash cloth from a drawer beneath the sink and ran it under the water. "And you're right. We don't want all those icky germs on your lovely little hands, do we?" As Abigail spoke, she added some soap to the cloth and then began to gently scrub Katarina's hands. "What kind of dessert do you think you'll want, sweetheart? Mommy likes cherry cheesecake. It's my all-time favorite, especially with a really crumbly crust and lots and lots of cherries. But we can have whatever you want, since you've been such a good girl today." Finished with Katarina's hands, Abigail set the wash cloth on the side of the sink then pointed to the tap. "Rinse your hands, baby. We gotta get all the soap off, otherwise you might get the taste on your dinner, and that's almost as icky as the germs!" She stuck out her tongue when she said this, then winked at Katarina. When the girl was done, Abigail turned off the faucet, then grabbed a towel off the rack and gave first the left hand, then the right, a vigorous rub until they were good and dry.  "Ready to go make dinner?" She asked.

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Katarina gleefully let Abigail wash her hands. This was wonderful, exactly what she had been hoping for. Abigail was gentle, using a cloth and soap instead of just water and rubbing. Katarina looked pensive when asked what kind of dessert she wanted. "Hmmmmm... I was gonna say brownies... but now cheesecake with a crumbly crust sounds really, really good. Could we make a brownie cheesecake? Is that a thing, Mommy?"

She nodded dutifully when told to rinse off the soap. "Yep! No icky soap!  All nice and clean!" She cheered. Soon enough, they were finished cleaning up, and it was time to make dinner. "Yes! Dinner! I help, I help!" Katarina cheered, scurrying off into the kitchen.

Once Abigail joined her, Katarina asked. "Are we gonna use a recipe from the internets, Mommy?"

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"Oh, brownies are a good choice too! Brownie cheescake, though? Hm." Abigail tilted her head, scrunching up her face into a facsimile of thoughtfulness, if a touch overdone. She even tapped a finger to her chin. *Tap, tap, tap.* "We'll have to look it up when we get out into the kitchen. And if it doesn't exist, we'll figure out how to make one sometime, and then we'll be famous!" With a smile, she watched her little girl rinse off the soap, and when they were done she once again found herself following along in Katarina's wake, this time on their way to the kitchen.

"Yep." She said, then asked. "Do you want to try reading out the ingredients on Mommy's tablet?" Abigail pointed to where it lay on the counter by the stove. She'd been using it to help with her blueberry muffins. There was a passcode, but it'd open without it when connected to the WiFi, so if Katarina decided that she did indeed want to look be the one to search for their recipe, she'd have no trouble. "You can just say, 'Hey Siri, find me a recipe for brownie cheesecake.' Do you want to try that, baby? Be careful, though." Abigail added, knowing that Katarina would, but deciding that Mommy's little girl needed the reminder. After a moment's reflection, she added: "I think you should sit down at the table, while you use it, so that if it does slip it won't far very fall." Abigail phrased this as a suggestion, but it was not.

While Katarina did this, Abigail opened the fridge to gather some of the ingredients she knew were required. Eggs, cream cheese, and the graham cracker crust she'd purchased from the grocery store a day earlier in preparation for her weekend plan to make a cheesecake of her own. With everything settled onto the counter, she walked over to where (hopefully) Katarina was seated at the kitchen table to check on her little girl's progress. "Did you find anything? Mommy can help, if you need."

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Katarina couldn't help but giggle as she saw her Mommy dramatically pantomiming thinking. She grinned and nodded when Abigail said they'd just have to look it up in the kitchen. Letting out an exuberant "Yeah!" when she said they'd figure it out and become famous. Katarina scurried off to the kitchen, finding herself excited and exuberant. Something about just being able to let go was filling her with life and energy.

In the kitchen, Katarina nodded with a focused look, as if she was trying to commit Abigail's instructions to memory, then reached out and pressed the button on the tablet. "Hey, Siri. Please find us a recipe for brownie cheesecake. Thank you!" When Abigail suggested she sit down, she nodded as if the idea hadn't even occurred to her. She carefully picked the tablet up with both hands, then carefully walked over to the table to put it down. Her face lit up when she managed to get there without dropping anything. "I did it, Mommy!" She cheered, clearly very happy with herself for completing the task that her Mommy wasn't sure she could do on her own.

"Um... I found one for a cheesecake that has a brownie bottom. It takes five and a half hours, though." She said with a slight frown, phrasing it as if that was a nearly infinite amount of time in her mind. "It wants brownie mix, eggs, milk, vegetable oil, cream cheese, sugar, vanilla extract, flour, powdered sugar, sour cream, heavy whipping cream, more eggs, and hot fudge sauce... the fudge sauce is just for decoration, though... ummmmmmm... there's another one... but it takes twelve hours!"

Katarina's expression fell into a quiet pout as she stared at the tablet silently for a long moment. "...I guess we're not gonna have this for dessert after all... are we?" Katarina was amazed at herself. Somehow she was genuinely starting to get upset over this. Why? This was nothing. Of course, things that were complex to make took time. She sniffed quietly, trying to calm down, keep herself from crying, and especially not let Abigail see her crying over something so stupid.

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As Abigail laid the ingredients out on the counter, she watched Katarina from the corner of her eye, struggling to suppress a grin. How well she could remember the fear this bear of a woman had once instilled in her. The first time they met, Abigail nearly had a panic attack right on the spot. Katarina hadn't done anything to warrant such a reaction, of course, except that she stood head and shoulders taller than just about any other woman Abigail had ever met. But that was the way of things. People frightened Abigail, especially people who were as physically imposing as Katarina. All of that suddenly seemed, well, ridiculous. Katarina didn't look frightening. She looked... helpless.

Like she needed someone to take care of her. _Like she needs her Mommy,_ Abigail thought, and she felt her confidence growing. For the first time in a very long time, she didn't feel weak. She didn't feel helpless.

"Good job, baby!" Abigail said, pulled out of her reverie by the other woman's cheerful announcement. It was perhaps a strange thing for a grown woman to become excited about, but if either of them felt self-conscious for what they were doing, neither one showed any sign. Katarina's exuberance was infectious, and Abigail was becoming so caught up in their roles that she could almost forget they were only playing a little game. That is, until Katarina read off how long the cheesecakes would take to prepare.

Abigail's mood instantly plummeted, a look of pure dejection wiping the grin off her face. She was only just learning to bake, but she'd been looking up cheesecake recipes only a few hours earlier, planning to try her hand at one the following day. How had she forgotten that they took so long to prepare? No Mommy would do that. No Mommy would make a promise to her little girl that there was absolutely no chance of fulfilling. _I'm terrible at this,_ Abigail thought, eyeing Katarina. Her disappointment was obvious. It was potent.

_She's starting to see that I'm no good,_ Abigail thought, and she knew that she wasn't capable of this. She wasn't strong enough, wasn't confident enough. A Mommy should know what she was doing. Abigail didn't know. She was helpless, and she was hopeless. Beginning to pack away the ingredients laid on the counter, she was just about to apologize and admit she wasn't a very good caretaker when a thought occurred to her. She bit her lip, eyeing Katarina.

"We're still going to have dessert, baby." Abigail said, leaving the ingredients where they were on the counter. "There's a bakery just down the road. We can order some from there for us to have tonight, and tomorrow we can have the one that you and I make right now. Then we'll compare and see which one is better. You just tell me which one of those recipes you think sound the tastiest, and then that's what we'll make for us to try tomorrow." Abigail said, feeling quite proud of herself for coming up with that solution. Maybe she wasn't so bad at this, after all. "How does that sound, baby?"

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Abigail's praise put a bright smile on Katarina's face as she grinned from ear to ear. By the time she had figured out that the recipes were going to take too long, however, the smile was long gone, and she found herself actually crying over not having dessert. But then she heard Abigail's voice. She sniffed and looked up at the other woman, her eyes still watering with tears. "We're still going to have dessert, baby." She sniffed again, then, with a wavering voice, asked. "We are?"

"There's a bakery just down the road." Abigail explained. "We can order some from there for us to have tonight, and tomorrow we can have the one that you and I make right now. Then we'll compare and see which one is better. You just tell me which one of those recipes you think sound the tastiest, and then that's what we'll make for us to try tomorrow. How does that sound, baby?"

Katarina nodded, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand to try to wipe away her tears. "Th-that sounds good, Mommy. Really good. Th-Thank you." She sniffed, trying to clear her nose that was suddenly stuffed up. Katarina held out her arms towards Abigail and murmured. "Mommy? I need a hug."

She gave Abigail a moment to decide what she wanted to do, then added. "I'm really sorry for getting upset, Mommy... I... I don't know why I did... I... um... if you need a time-out, we can take one... I... I don't know why, but I'm just feeling everything just... I dunno... more somehow." She sniffed and wiped her eyes again. "I'm really sorry if it's too much, Abigail." She said, stepping away from the heavier accent she had let herself slip into, then muttering. "Geeze... there must be something wrong with me."

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"Yes, baby. You don't think Mommy would promise you dessert and then not let you have any, do you?" Abigail said, mock-stern. She could already feel her confidence starting to come back, and she thought Katarina's tears were probably to thank. Not that Abigail liked to see her baby girl cry---because she didn't---but they triggered something in her. Maternal instinct, maybe. They made her feel more in control, of herself, of the situation, because she had to be in control. Her sweet little girl needed her. Her sweet little girl needed a hug.

Abigail smiled, a sympathetic sort of smile, and strode over to where Katarina's arms were outstretched in the universal gesture of a girl in need. "You're welcome, princess." She said, wrapping her arms around the other woman, and even with Katarina towering over her, Abigail knew that she was in control. She was in charge. She was Mommy. "I bet our cheesecake will be way better, but the one we order will be pretty good too. I promise." And with that, she gave her girl an extra tight squeeze, then let go.

Mommy didn't go far, though, and she kept rubbing her hand in circles up and down Katarina's back, reassuring, soothing. "No time-outs," she said. "It's okay to get upset, baby, and there's nothing wrong with crying." Reaching up, she thumbed a tear away from Katarina's cheek, and for a moment her face was an expression of sympathy and love, a mother's affection. _It's okay, princess; don't cry, princess; mommy's here, princess._ And through it all, Abigail kept rubbing her hand up and down the other woman's back in soft, soothing circles.

"But." And now her face was stern, her eyes locked on Katarina's. "You know you're not supposed to use Mommy's name. It's not polite. And if you do it again, you might have to go into time-out for a few minutes. Do you understand?" Abigail knew that Katarina had just been offering a way out, a chance to break character and maybe rethink things. But Abigail didn't need a way out, and she didn't want to rethink things. This was her way of saying so. "Now, do you still want to help Mommy? We have our cheesecake recipe, but we still need one for Stroganoff. Do you think you can find that, while I order us some cheesecake?"

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Katarina let out a nervous giggle as Abigail sternly asked if she really thought her Mommy would promise dessert and not deliver. "I did, but I shouldn't have. I'm s-sorry, Mommy." Katarina said, wiping her eyes and sucking in a breath. As soon as Abigail was within range, Katarina wrapped her arms around her tightly, with just a touch of desperation in her grip. She nodded and sniffed at the bet that their cheesecake will be way better than the one from the store, but that that one would be pretty good too. "yeah," Katarina agreed, with another sniffle.

She just about melted into the smaller woman's arms as she told her it was okay to get upset and that there was nothing wrong with crying. She almost started crying harder as Abigail rubbed her back and softly reassured her, calling her "princess"

The stern 'But.' from Abigail grabbed Katarina's attention, and finding her equally stern eyes looking up at her, Katarina grimaced slightly as worry swam through her. Abigail told her that it was rude to call her by her name and that Katarina might need a time-out if she couldn't remember that she wasn't supposed to. The worry was replaced by elation. The message was quite clear. Abigail was here to be Katarina's Mommy, and she didn't need any breaks or any outs. She was handling what Katarina was giving her and enjoying it.

It was hard to force the smile off of her face, but the larger woman had to in order to look sufficiently chastised. Looking down at her feet, she mumbled. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm really sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to be rude. I won't do it again. I promise!" The grin was then back glowing brightly on her face as she was asked to help her Mommy still. "Yes, Mommy! I'll find us a Stroganoff recipe!"

Katarina slipped out of Abigail's arms and went back to the table, getting on her knees on the chair and leaning over the table and the tablet, bracing herself with her arms on either side. "Hey, Siri!" She exclaimed joyfully. "Pretty, please find us a recipe for Stroganoff. Thank you, Ma'am!"

She wiggled in the chair as the web search processed, then tapped on a recipe. Once Abigail seemed ready for it, she called out. "Ummmmm... I got one, Mommy! It says we need 1.2 pounds of beef, two tablespoons of vegetable oil, an onion, ten ounces of mushrooms, three tablespoons of butter, two tablespoons of flour, two cups of beef broth, a tablespoon of Dijon mustard, two-thirds a cup of sour cream, and salt and pepper! Then we need eight to ten ounces of pasta each, and it says we need chopped chives for garnish, but we don't gotta do that part if we don' wanna."

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"Shh." Abigail murmured, and she imagined giving the top of Katarina's head a reassuring kiss. Ah, to be taller. There were other ways to reassure her princess, though, and instead of the kiss, she squeezed a little tighter. _Mommy won't let you go._ Not until Katarina was ready, at least. When that time came, Abigail gave one final squeeze and backrub before letting Katarina go free---with the warning, of course, that little girls shouldn't go using their Mommies names. It wasn't polite, no it was not. Not that Abigail was really upset, but she hoped Katarina got the message. They didn't need to take a break.

In fact, Abigail thought she was starting to understand a little better how a relationship like this might appeal to someone from the submissive side. In all the time they'd known each other, Katarina had rarely ever opened up. And while she wasn't exactly a full-blown stoic, Abigail had always gotten the impression that, like herself, Katarina tended to bottle things up. This little breakdown, though... the emotions had felt raw. They'd been real. And they'd all just come flooding out. So maybe that was part of it? About feeling free to open up, to let the walls down. To just be real. Realizing she'd drifted off to the clouds, Abigail snapped herself back to the moment with a smile---she was pleased to see her little girl looking all bright and happy again. And so very helpful, too!

"Thank you, baby." Abigail said, and now that Katarina was seated---sort of---back at the table, Mommy used the opportunity to at least give the girl a kiss on the top of her head. "You're such a good little helper for Mommy, you know that? And I bet you'll make the best chef one day, if you wanted." Stealing another kiss, this time on Katarina's cheek, Abigail returned to the counter where she could start preparing their meal.

"1.2 pounds of beef," she said, repeating off each ingredient as Katarina listed them. "Two tablespoons of vegetable oil." And as she spoke, she rummaged through her kitchen, the freezer, the spice cabinet, the pantry, finding each ingredient in its proper place and was pleased to discover that they had everything they'd need---even the chives. Abigail chewed her lip, thinking about this, then turned to Katarina. "What do you think, baby? Do you want the chives? They'll make it look a little nicer---like if we were chefs in a fancy restaurant---but they won't do much for the taste." Another pause, which she used to eye her little girl closely. Then a nod. "Since you are such a beautiful princess, and everyone knows princesses are very fancy, I'd say we should use them. But I'll let you decide."

With everything on the counter, Abigail gathered up the dishes they'd need for cooking, organizing them next to all their ingredients. "Do you want to keep reading the directions for Mommy, or do you want me to do the rest?" She asked, a little worried that Katarina would get bored of all this before they were done. "If you'd like, you can go watch a little TV in the living room---or play games." Abigail had a Nintendo Switch and Playstation 5. "As long as you promise not to argue when I say it's time for dinner. Or you can keep helping."


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Similarly, Cassian's attention was fixated on the alpha below him. Not just his mouth and the lave of his tongue working along it as he sucked but that increasing drift in Len's expression. Cassian's eyes might have slid shut here and there for short spells where he focused on nothing but fucking the mouth so sweetly eager for him, but they'd always open again---even if it was just to heavy-lidden slits. His pace inched quicker and the tight grip Len kept and kneaded onto his hips was echoed in the way Cassian continued to grip his hair as he fucked his mouth more. Deeper.

"Good Puppy." Cassian's praise became a mantra dripped between them, the pleasure evident in his voice and the ever-increasing rise of his scent which was starting to hold even more. "Good Puppy. Good boy. Good fucking boy."

He could keep going. Use Len up to his own completion and then toy with him in the aftermath, and it was tempting as hell to do but he switched away from that just as he started to feel the hint of his own gathering slick and his body tightening in preparation---pulling himself completely free of the alpha's mouth. Quick and without warning, leaving his dick kicking in the air in protest at another round of being edged. Wet and spit-covered, a strand of their combined fluids broke away as he pulled back.

Cassian kept Len in place with that fist in his hair, anticipating some reaction in return. "Actually," he huffed, breathing ragged with a wild grin. "This seems almost a little too easy for you."

He flicked Len's plug to the next level of vibration, grazing the wet head of his cock along Len's lips whether they stayed open or closed in light of the new intensity. Messy touches, aimless passes that likely end up smearing the combined wet of his pre and Len's spit along his cheek or nose. Something nice to keep them going but also allow him the space to ease back down from the imminent edge. Len was all his now and Cassian had no qualms of using him like a toy as much as a pet. What he couldn't ever say outside of this space was how much that Len liked it, and how much he did too.

"That last time, the highest you got was two. So---" Another indolent roll his hips dragged his shaft along Len's face without fucking into it. "How is it, puppy? Gonna try and hold out long enough for Daddy to come down your throat?"

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Len was hyper-alert to every stutter of Cassian's hips, every hitch of breath of subtle chance in scent. His every sense was focused intently on the omega above him, and he couldn't help a low groan in response to the faster rhythm of that smooth cock sliding between his lips. He dragged his tongue hungrily against the twitching length, swallowing it down as if it would be his last meal, and it took everything he had to not push Cassian's hand away and press forward to gulp down every inch. But of course he didn't. He was a good boy, as Cassian reminded him so perfectly.

He didn't know what he wanted. He loved swallowing down every last drop of Cassian's climax when it came, buried deep in the back of his throat to fill his eager stomach---but that would mean that their night was half-over. He was a selfish pup when it came down to it; he wanted everything, all the time. His own cock was aching with the urge to spill, twitching between his thighs even as he held himself back, and his hips trembled against the deep vibrations that continued to send shocks of pleasure along his spine.

He never wanted Cassian to stop---but then, the omega did just that. A whine escaped his lips before he could stop it, when Cassian suddenly pulled away. His mouth remained open, tongue outstretched as if to urge the omega's cock back inside, and he visibly shuddered as the hand in his hair tightened enough to arch his neck back. He wouldn't move forward, however badly he wanted to. His gaze searched Cassian's for answers, and they soon came. Too easy.

Len let out a choked moan as the vibrations ran with much more intensity, his back arching to both push his hips downward and thrust his cock forwards. He was hopelessly caught between two desperate desires, left to tremble between them as he panted for breath. He could feel Cassian's cock trailing over his lips, the heady scent making him near-delirious as his hips jerked.

The heavier weight of his knot started to rub uncomfortably at the base of his cock, blood pumping furiously to make it begin to swell. Len groaned, the sound changing to a low whimper as a spurt of precum stained the bed beneath him. It was so difficult to hold back, but the omega's voice would always help to ground him with those cooing demands. Of course he was going to hold out. It wasn't a question.

He nodded quickly, swallowing through his dry throat before he offered a stuttering bark in response and opened his mouth. He'd done well, hadn't he? He deserved a reward, right? The desperation and devotion were both clear in his gaze, which by now was slightly teary with effort as he peered up towards Cassian.

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He did deserve a reward. It had to be absolute murder on the alpha's prostate and Cassian had fully expected him to tap for a break or at least easing back down to the second level, but here he was still: mouth open, tearing up, dedicated. That left him feeling not only impressed but proud. So enamored that Len could have asked so much more than just being fed his release and Cassian would have been willing to give it to him. Fuck, he would have bent over right there and let Len stuff him with his swelling knot.

But all Len wanted is what Cassian promised him. Nothing more. And he wanted to earn it all so badly... Cassian had to give it to him.

"That's my pup. Gonna make Daddy feel so good, aren't you..." With a scratch, he fed himself back into Len's mouth, into the warmth of it and the wet. His breath shuddered out as he rocked his hips and shifted closer, working his way into fucking Len's mouth until he was edging down his throat. A swear hitched in Cassian's breath at he knocked against the back of Len's mouth, that red heated coil of tension pulling taut in his gut. Then a groan. As good as it felt against Len's tongue, his throat was an entirely different level. Cassian didn't try to hold himself back, not that he thought he really could have managed more than a few more seconds than he did. He worked himself in until Len's nose, and his teary eyes, and all his wanting was buried in the front of his jeans and his groin. A couple struggling swallows from Len and eager answering ruts and he came, pressing even deeper into the slick feel of his alpha pup's throat, groaning wordless praise and almost needing that bruising grip to keep him up. "God---fuck, baby, that's it. That's---Nn, fuck, yes---!"

Len could choke on him all he liked. Cassian kept himself there through the throes, only shifting his balance to brace on the alpha's head once he was no longer coming his entire brain into Len's stomach. After two days of edging that had felt incredible. He kneaded at Len's scalp, swallowing and panting a few seconds more before he cleared up his voice to speak. "You too, sweetheart. Get your hands on your knot for me. You, mm---" Breathing in brought another wave of Len's scent to him and Cassian's dick twitched, spilling another small burst of come from his cock and slick tickling from his hole. "You smell so good, puppy. Make yourself come, just like this. Come with Daddy's dick down your throat."

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Honestly, Len wasn't sure he could have resisted the urge to do something he'd regret for much longer. The way his cock ached almost painfully with need, his large knot adding a heavy weight at the base that demanded satisfaction---there was only so far his willpower could go, especially when Cassian's scent was so delicious and perfect. He didn't know why, but it seemed so much more potent that night.

Thankfully Cassian was merciful enough to give him that reward he had been working so hard for. Len swallowed thickly, his breath hot and ragged against the omega's cock as it was guided between his lips again. He let out a desperate bark of agreement in those few moments before he closed his mouth to suck diligently on Cassian's dick, a muffle moan echoing the sensation of it reaching the back of his throat.

_Finally, finally! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop---_ Len's eyes rolled shut and he let out a shuddering groan that sent a visible shiver down his spine as Cassian pressed forward, filling his throat with that satisfying weight and not stopping until his nose was pressed against the omega's pelvis. Cassian could have held still at that moment, but he didn't. He gave Len exactly what he needed by fucking sharply against his throat in a quick rhythm that had him seeing stars. He couldn't breathe properly, his eyes were watering and his own erection burned---it was bliss.

Cassian voice hooked him better than anything else could, and Len eagerly swallowed down those thick spurts of cum that coated the insides of his throat. This was the reward he'd been so hoping for, and he swallowed every drop that graced his eager tongue. Only then did the omega speak those words of permission, and Len's hands snapped to tightly grip his own cock---one on his shaft, the other his knot.

A rumbling growl echoed from the back of his throat as that carefully-held composure broke, he rutted against his grip with a fierce desperation and it took barely four thrusts before his knot was pulsing and his seed spurted out to cover the bedsheets in sticky fluid.

Even throughout his climax, Len didn't bite down. His mouth remained open around Cassian's cock, still feeling the perfect way it filled his throat and brought such a shuddering climax. Len shuddered and twitched, his eyes slowly opening before they gazed up at the omega through a dazed expression.

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The edge was there but so was the trust. Cassian had that unfailing trust that Len could keep himself from hurting him even through the intensity of an orgasm because he was that good of a puppy for him. It wasn't a game he'd trust to many alphas, not even the ones he trained to be obedient enough to let him fuck their throats, but Len... Len did it without a moment of hesitation. He kept him there, delicately held in his jaws even as Cassian shuddered his way though a second but much smaller orgasm---one triggered growls reverberating up from his throat and the way his throat kept grasping and closing around him. Cassian might have been neutral over his designation overall, but he never minded the ability to have multiple orgasms back-to-back like that. A biological quirk to compliment the long ones alphas had whenever they popped their knot.

He turned off the plug before it got Len to the point of overstimulation, tossing it onto the bed and looked down. He smoothed his hands over Len's wildly mused hair, smiling as he caught his breath. "Such a good boy. I'm very proud of you, sweetheart. Feeling better?" Len's blissed out expression was everything to him in that moment. Cassian wanted to touch him all over, kiss him, fuck him even more. He wanted to take care of him for as long as he could so he didn't have to go and put on that stiff armor he wore around the rest of the world. Keep him here. Keep him all to himself.

"I'm going to pull my dick out, okay? Nice and easy. Just open up a little more and then we're going to work on getting cleaned up. Good puppies get cleaned up, even when they make messes too. Keep your hand on your knot for a couple more seconds, then I'll be right there to take care of it." Cassian did it in slow bits, dragging himself out from Len's throat and past his tongue, his lips until he dropped back against his own thighs, wet and half-hard. He let Len have that moment to recover and breathe again, petting him a few more times with more praise before he set on pulling off his own clothing. He'd worked up a slight sweat and he was definitely slick, which was an unpleasant sensation when his clothing started sticking to him.

"Lay back for me? Yeah, to the right, sweetheart. Don't worry about all that on the bed. I'll change the sheets in a second. I'm gonna get a some things for us. Don't worry about anything, I'll be right back." Naked, Cassian swiped up the drops of Len's released that had fallen on the floor with the towel he put under him and slipped into his adjoining bathroom. He cleaned himself off then ran a washcloth with warm water, snagged a second dry one on his way back to the bed, where he slotted himself up along Len's side with a kiss against his throat, just above his collar. The cloth and his hand wrapped around Len's knot after Cassian chased away his hand, giving him something warm and soft as additional stimulation since he wasn't inside of him. He curled his arm over Len's head, scratching and petting at him while he continued rhythmically squeezing his knot.

"It's nice knowing I can take my time with you. That we've got the rest of the weekend, not just tonight," he murmured, nuzzling close with another kiss to Len's cheek. "You doing okay, sweetheart, or do need anything else right now?"

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While Len didn't have the pleasure of multiple climaxes, his knot would remain flared and throbbing for a short while afterwards, still so sensitive as it pulsed against his palm. He continued to shudder with the rush of release and the renewed taste of Cassian on his tongue, diligently swallowing down those addition few spurts that greeted his efforts. His jaw was aching slightly from the position, but he would happily stay there for as long as Cassian wanted---because he wanted it just as much. He almost felt sorry for the other Alphas who would never experience such pleasures. No doubt they'd see it as degrading and beneath them... but now wasn't the time for those thoughts. Now was the time for Cassian. Only Cassian.

He let out a huff of warm air that brushed over Cassian's cock when the vibrations were switched off. His body relaxed slightly, hips sinking lower onto the bed now that the reverberating tension could ease a little. He groaned at the fingers that ran through his hair, nodding as much as he could at the question without moving away from the omega's cock. Of course he felt better. How could he not? All the airs that he had to put on had been swept away, and he could just be himself. No one but Cassian could do that.

A muffled *rrrff* signaled that he understood what was going to happen, and he took in a deep breath through his nose before he opened his mouth a little wider. The slow drag of Cassian's cock against his tongue made him shudder, his knot giving another heady throb when his mouth was left empty again.

He took a few moments to breathe, flexing his jaw and running his tongue over his lips. He occasionally glanced up to see what Cassian was doing---ever alert and vigilant, as all good dogs ought to be. The gentle touches and cooing praise drew Len even closer to Cassian. Everything they were together he found new ways to adore the omega more and more. Maybe one day he'd actually do something about it.

"Mnn, rrrrn." He nodded, offering those little noises of understanding as he slowly eased himself down, onto the bed. The tail was still pressed deep inside him, and he groaned quietly as his laid deposition nudged it slightly. His knees were hitched up slightly, toes curled with the lingering heat focused on his knot. It was a strange sensation, for it to be in the open. Not exactly unpleasant, just different.

Thankfully Cassian returned soon and pressed closed to his side, finishing up the bulk of cleaning before pressing a kiss to his throat. Len answered by tilting his head back, letting his hands fall away from his knot when Cassian replaced his touch. He was almost in a daze by this point, and he turned his head to face the omega after the light kiss to his cheek. Could he speak yet? He leaned closer to flick his tongue out against Cassian's nose, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he lifted one hand to idly trace the line of that slender jawline. "Mmmn...?"

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Len seemed used to Cassian's inclination to sprawl along or on top of him whenever they had a lull in their play at this point. And to be fair, he often arranged them so Len could scent him as much as he wanted without having to ask, or so he was curled up in his lap. At this particular moment, he didn't feel overly clinging but there was that itch to stay close in his skin, something past the need to take care of Len's knot until it deflated or ease him down from such a high intensity.

It was pretty likely he'd just be winding him up again in a little bit. He definitely wasn't done for the night, unless Len was. The lick to his nose made him blink with a surprised laugh. "Cute boy," he grinned, chasing after that lick to taste the particular sweetness that was Len's mouth whenever he smiled for him. That he could taste himself in Len's mouth only made it better.

"Mm?" Cassian echoed the question, his eyes slipping to nearly-closed slits at the touch along his jaw. It came so easy. He couldn't sense Len thinking about touching him, he just did and that's exactly what he wanted for him. He mulled over what Len might be wanting, giving the knot in his hand a good long squeeze. Those things could be better than stress balls sometimes---all hot and throbbing back whenever he played with them.

"You want to talk, puppy? Use some big human words?" Sometimes, Len didn't want to speak at all. Not until they were done, but maybe the prospect of having more time this round made it less dire to tease at the edges of his puppy headspace.

"You can. Such a smart boy. Are you still my Puppy right now? " Cassian thumbed along Len's temple with his free hand as he gave him permission and a check-in. He'd found out early in starting this kind of play that Len didn't like safewording out even if Cassian insisted it could just be a pause instead of a full-stop for them. Checking-in and giving Len more opportunities to control how deep he stayed seemed to help, though Cassian still wanted to get him to a point where he only needed the safeword and he wouldn't push himself past his own limits out of some twist of alpha pride.

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Maybe Len should have asked before moving closer to touch Cassian's features, but it had been pure instinct that guided his hand and his lips---he wanted to dote on the omega as much as he could. Cassian certainly deserved it, and so much more besides. The smile that met his deft lick made Len's heart throb with greater intensity, and he tilted his head towards the lips that chased his own with a small sigh of simple pleasure. Cassian was so perfect. Did he know how deep Len's feelings went? Probably not, but Len could never bring himself to give voice to those thoughts. They might ruin everything if Cassian didn't feel the same.

"Unnf." A huff of air met the long squeeze to his knot and his hips rocked forward automatically. The tight warms of Cassian's fingers felt perfect around the aching bulge, and a visible flush seemed to linger on Len's cheeks. Their night together certainly wasn't finished, and he gave a brief nod at the question of his speech. Maybe he was feeling sentimental, but he did want to speak---just a little bit.

His eyes slipped closed at the gentle massage to his temple, nodding a second time at the check-in. "Mm... I'm still... there..." He kept his voice quiet, not wanting to break the atmosphere as he opened his eyes again. "I just... wanted to tell you..." He leaned closer, nosing at Cassian's jaw to encourage him to tilt his head back. Assuming he did, Len inhaled deeply that powerful scent that was unique to Cassian, his knot offering a noticeable throb in response.

He could spend hours breathing it in. For all Alphas liked to boast about their power and control, Len always found himself weak at the knees whenever he lost himself in Cassian's scent. Was it not the same for other Alphas? Maybe he was a freak in that regard as well. He pushed those thoughts away as best he could and nuzzled yet deeper into Cassian's neck, lips brushing against skin as he spoke again. "I wanted to tell you... you're... so good to me." He pressed a kiss to the hollow of Cassian's throat before leaning back, half-lidded eyes blinking slowly.

"Thank you." He smiled slightly, averting his gaze out of embarrassment before clearing his throat. "...rrrff." That was enough talking.


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"We'll take the house wine, please." said Helen. It had been warm outside and a couple of lingering drops of perspiration trickled down her neck and all the way down her bosom, living her soft skin to glisten slightly. Inside the restaurant the AC made it perfectly comfortable.

She looked at the menu, but glanced across the table at her son several times. She had kicked the shoe off one foot and absent-mindedly let it play around Eric's leg. While they still looked at the menus, the waiter returned with a bottle. He let them taste, and filled their glasses once they had found it acceptable.

"I'll have the Risotto." Once the waiter had taken Eric's order and left them alone again, Helen crossed her arms underneath her bosom. "I think maybe this little project would be easier if you came clean about what exact experience you have with girls, sweetie."

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The knot of anxiety hadn't faded as he'd hoped upon the short walk and even after they'd sat down, it didn't help in Eric's mind that they'd been seated at a small romantic table either though he figured that was part of the point. He had been trying to not let his eyes wander and it had been easy enough on the walk, shopfronts and the city around them ensured his eyes always had something else to glance toward besides his mother who had remained on his arm for the entirety of the short walk. Sitting that close all but ensured he watched a single droplet of perspiration trickle down into her cleavage causing a nervous swallow after he'd left the choice of drink up to her.

That was when he noticed something else, at first, he ignored it then he kept feeling it rubbing against his leg and a quick glance downward revealed his mother had slipped one of her shoes off and her bare foot was idly rubbing against his leg. The feeling gave him goosebumps though he imagined it was just the size of the table and unless it went higher which he doubted even despite what had happened in the hotel room he'd be fine. The house wine was ordered and then his mother made sure to pick a Risotto leaving his order up to him. "I'll have the... lobster ravioli then please." The waiter took both their orders and hurried off leaving his attention once more solely focused on his mother.

The feeling of her foot gently rubbing against his leg, he could feel the warmth of her toes seeping through the thin, summery fabric and it was sending his mind in weird directions almost as much as the sight of her breasts squeezing together beneath the dress slightly as she asked him the question he probably should have expected. How much experience did he have with girls, Eric shifted a little awkwardly in his seat and looked at his mother properly before he spoke, his face was already burning red. "I uh... well... none." He'd considered padding it or just wording it differently but the look on her face told him it was better to just say it as it was. His nerdy and studious ways meant most girls at school barely gave him a first look much less a second which was something he very much hoped would change at college.

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Helen had thought this was the case. Maybe that was for the best. She could mold him from scratch. For his own good of course (at least that was what she told herself). She remembered her own first time with a boy, as inexperienced as herself. He came on her tummy after some seven or eight thrusts; leaving her unsatisfied and disappointed. He didn't even know how to kiss. Eric was not going to be that boy. She looked at him across the table and gave a sensual smile.

It didn't take long for their food to be served. Helen tried having a normal conversation for a while, not like mother and son, but like two people having a date in a restaurant, talking about anything and everything and nothing. Touching upon some of his nerdy interests, it was easy to make Eric talk a bit. She listened attentively when he did, giving admiring looks; and still flirting with his leg under the table. A bit of wine might help taking the edge off any apprehension and nervousness.

"This is imperative." She said. "Being able to talk to a woman without being an asshole. Some men can only talk about themselves. When you're on a date, you should look into the girl's eyes when you talk. Ask questions and show that you can listen. Ask follow up questions. Showing actual interest is the key. Later, I'm going to teach you how to kiss. It's the most important skill. So, is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

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It was a little tricky for Eric to fully get into the spirit of it given it was his mother on the other side of the table, not just a girl he might've been dating, though if he were being honest he'd have been lucky to get to the meal or movie stage much less any further. The looks she was giving him though made him feel as if someone were running fingers up and down his spine gently with the number of times he met her gaze and she had that smoldering smile on her face that he imagined would turn anyone's knees to jelly much less his. It did seem a little like she was perhaps taking it -too- seriously given she was his mother but he took it just as a sign perhaps she didn't want him to make an idiot of himself.

They talked though not perhaps the same way they used to as she probed him about his hobbies, such as video games and movies but didn't seem to judge him for them and the food arriving made it feel less awkward as his attention shifted from the food and then back to his mother easily. Her toes continued to rub up and down his leg, constantly reminding him that she was touching him albeit he could rationalize it as a fidget or habit rather than it meaning anything, it always threatened to have him pitching a tent which made him glad it never went higher than his knee. "I'll... try to remember to do all that... I guess its easier if you are comfortable with them to begin with." Eric stated in reply to his mother's advice, it was simple enough things but he imagined nerves might make him forget if he wasn't careful.

"Uhm, okay." He wasn't sure how else to reply when his mother stated she'd teach him how to kiss, figuring it would just be giving him some pointers rather than actual kissing as she threw the ball back into his court to see if he could start up a conversation with her in turn. He was thoughtful for a second as he wrestled with what to ask before remembering it was a practice date so perhaps it'd be best to ask things he'd ask a girl rather than things he'd ask his mother. "Hmm... so, what kind of things are you into? What do you do for fun?"

It felt like a good first choice that would hopefully let him show his mother he'd listened to what she'd said and perhaps hurry along this slightly weird situation and head them back toward normality. Eric did his best to maintain eye contact but his mother's cleavage was proving a challenging sight to ignore but he managed it. Mostly.

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"What am I into and what do I do for fun. Well, there's a naughty answer to that question and some nicer once." Helen paused to take a sip from her wine. "Maybe you'd be embarrassed by your mom showing how bad she can be? Well, enjoying myself in front of the fire in the winter with a good book, a blanket and a glass of wine is just about as good as it gets. Going to the gym can be fun. Getting a little sweaty and toning that butt of mine."

"As for the naughty answer..." Helen leaned closer, whispering to her son. "There's nothing I like more than giving blowjobs. Nothing in the whole wide world." She knew he'd be flustered by that answer, so she put her hand on his arm. "Relax sweetie. I would never be unfaithful to your father. What are you, sexually? I mean, I know you haven't tried anything in practice, but I'm sure you have preferences. What kind of porn do you search for when you masturbate?"

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As she responded by pointing out there was a nice answer and a naughty one before sipping her wine, Eric raised an eyebrow as it seemed his mother was enjoying the idea of teasing him by showing him the naughty side he realized he'd probably glimpsed earlier causing an uneasy look to momentarily spread across his face as he half expected to be turned red as a beet at any second. Luckily for him, she started with the relatively mundane answer even if he realized he wasn't really sure what he was expecting as she mentioned curling up under a blanket in the winter with a book and some wine. He nodded, making sure to keep eye contact no matter how much his mother's cleavage tried to tempt him.

While it was a relatively safe answer she still added a teasing flourish at the end as she mentioned enjoying getting a little sweaty and toning her butt. "I guess if I girl said something like that to me I should ask what books she likes." He mused out loud clearly trying to take the spirit of the date seriously as well as the fact she was there to teach him. As weird and unusual as it was it still made a sort of sense, at least he wouldn't feel quite so much like a deer in the headlights. Hopefully.

Then she leaned in closer, whispering as she seemingly was dead set on making him blush as she told him that there was nothing she loved more than giving blowjobs. His cock jumped almost to full mast in seconds as he pictured how she'd been on her knees in their hotel room. How he'd felt the warmth of her skin just slightly but clearly seeing how awkward he felt hearing that she placed her hand on his arm and reassured him she wouldn't be unfaithful to his father. Not that it stopped his imagination from running away with it as he just nodded and hoped the blush would die down on its own... her next words, however, did little to help as she asked him what kind of porn he looked at causing his eyes to go wide as he struggled with an answer.

At first, he considered just dancing around the issue and saying he just looked at typical stuff or general things but he got the feeling his mother would likely know or press for details as he shifted awkwardly on his chair. Eric let out a soft little sigh and just figured honesty was the best policy even if it was going to be doubly embarrassing given what his mother had told him, though he wondered if she'd just said it to make him blush and it wasn't true. "I uh... I guess my favorites are... you know... blowjob ones."

Eric genuinely wanted to ground to open up and swallow him as he watched his mother's face, trying to gauge her reaction to what he'd just said. The only point of comfort he had was her saying she was faithful to his father, not that he ever expected anything to happen at all beyond a whole load more situations that were going to leave him red-faced. Part of him hoped the whole trip wasn't going to be like that or it'd be a long couple of weeks.

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"That is a very good question." said Helen, regarding Eric's suggestion to use a follow-up question when talking about books. "You're such a good and clever boy."

Later when their conversation turned a little naughty, Helen gave a playful, mock expression of shock that her son liked watching blowjobs. It turned into a little giggle. "Of course you like blowjobs, baby. You're my son. We just like to be on each end of it. You getting one. And me giving one. Just too bad that I'm your mother, huh? We'd be a pretty good match." Her tongue darted into her cheek, as if to emphasize that point.

"With that said, I can tell you like boobs as well. You've been glancing at these a few times now." She looked down to indicate her own cleavage. "It's okay, sweetie. You can look at them as much as you like. There's no harm using our eyes right? So, ready to head back up to our room?"

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His mother seemed somewhat pleased with his follow-up question which was some small relief even if the compliment felt a little strange to him, then again if he were being honest the entire situation was definitely rated high on the strange scale. A point that was further emphasized when the conversation had turned decidedly naughty after she seemed more amused than offended when he told her the kind of porn he generally favored watching. Eric wasn't completely sure why she'd asked that or perhaps she was just teasing him especially given her answer to it was as far from what he expected as even his vivid imagination had gone, it was becoming something of a theme.

She said it was only natural being her son that he'd like them too, pointing out that it was too bad she was his mother which made him shift uncomfortably in his seat when she poked her tongue into her cheek to mimic a blowjob. He took a few gulps of the wine, hoping the alcoholic buzz would settle his nerves some as he tried to believe that she was just trying to build his confidence or something like that though she wasn't done making it more awkward as it seemed she had noticed his furtive glances into her cleavage, not that it was easy to avoid looking given how intimate the tables were but didn't seem to mind him looking so long as it was only looking. "Sorry... you are just really ho-... s... uhm, pretty." Eric wasn't sure how he felt about calling his mom hot or sexy at that point even if she was though it seemed he was saved due to it being the end of the meal.

"Alright... after you... I'll leave the tip and be right out with you." Eric left a decent tip, it wasn't like he was carrying wads of cash around though he figured it was more than enough and hurried along to catch up with his mother. Realizing just how correct his friends were, the way his mother looked was insanely hot even in something as simple as a summery dress, her athletic curves, her smile, her eyes and even her scent were giving him some very confused feelings as his half-hard cock twitched in his pants as he caught up and let her hold his arm again as they left the restaurant behind them and headed toward the hotel once more. Kissing lessons... he wasn't sure how to feel about it... she was his mother so he hoped it was just tips rather than a practical demonstration as he was having a hard time already. It was hard not to view her as an attractive woman whether she was his mother or not and her earlier comments were at least reassuring but there was an anxious knot in the pit of his stomach as he tried to make conversation. "So... how did I do?" Eric asked cautiously.

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"Splendidly." said Helen. "As I said, you can look at my cleavage as much as you want, baby. But on a normal date, with another woman, you probably should not. Otherwise, you did great, sweetie. I'm so proud of you." She pressed herself close to his arm while they walked. It was lovely. Not only for the company. It was summer after all, and the two of them were in such a beautiful place. And just to enjoy everything a little more, they took a little detour before going back to the hotel. A couple of glasses of wine had been just the perfect amount to put her in a wonderful state, with a slight tint of a buzz, but nothing near intoxication.

Back in the hotel room, Helen put her bag down and sat down on the bed. There was a single comfortable chair in the room as well, but she patted the spot next to her, indicating this was where Eric should sit. "Time for some kissing, sweetie. I was thinking, I could explain a lot, but really there is nothing that can beat practice. Words will only get you so far." She turned her upper body towards him. "Let's make this simple and not involve tongues for starters. Just try to give me a light kiss." She puckered very slightly, giving her lips the most sensual shape.

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The fact she felt Eric had done a good job on the mock date was a relief, he wasn't sure he could do something quite that awkward again for a good long time if he had any choice in the matter. It was what his mother said next that seemed a little odd, even within the context of the strangeness of going on a date with her that seemed far more real than it did practice. She told him he could look at her cleavage as much as he wanted but not to do it on a regular date, Eric wondered if she just enjoyed the attention regardless of the source though it still seemed a bit difficult to wrestle with the idea that she'd just permitted him to look at her in that way. The buzz from the alcohol made everything feel a little fuzzy to them as they walked and he couldn't help but steal another glance or two into that tantalizing cleavage despite the unusual nature of doing that to his mother.

Soon enough they were back in their hotel room, his mother setting her bag down and sitting on the bed, she patted the spot next to her as he expected some advice on kissing yet as was becoming the theme, his mother had other ideas. There was a brief moment of hesitation before he moved across the room as he realized he was about to kiss his mother on the lips though he guessed it wasn't too bad as she explained that words would only get him so far. It made sense, even if he wished it didn't in a way as he sat next to her and she turned her body toward him, instructing him to simply kiss her gently on the lips. "Umm... okay." Eric took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for a few awkward moments of kissing and then probably a return to normality or so he imagined.

He wet his lips quickly as he turned to face her, then leant forwards and gently planted his lips on hers, the sensual and tempting shape only reminding him of her naughty confession during dinner. Her lips were soft, silky and warm in a way that made him shiver as a tingle went up his spine. It felt a little awkward, clumsy and stiff on his part as he leant back expecting some definite pointers from that. "S-sorry, that was probably a bad kiss."

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Helen felt a tingle in her body when their lips touched. "Mmm... no. That wasn't bad. Try again. And again." She leaned in and they shared a series of brief kisses. Lips touching. Then angling so only her lower lip was between his. Then the other way around. Then longer kisses, pressing just a little harder against each other.

She showed him how he could put her hand on her chin as he went in for a kiss, or even behind her neck. Her own hand rested on his thigh by accident, she forgot it was there. Then there were more kisses. And even more. Helen was getting warm, in a good way. She parted her lips in one kiss and let the tip of her tongue slip out, showing Eric how to do the same, lightly touching. "Mmm... you taste good."

The tips of their tongues teased around each other, dipping in and out again. She realized she had been carried away and taken this a little further than she had intended, but it felt so good. "Do you like that, sweetie. Do you like kissing?"

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What followed felt even more surreal than the practice date with his mother as she said his first attempt wasn't bad at kissing and simply urged him to try again which they did. Over and over again and each time their lips met she seemed to add a new layer to the sensations, whether it was a different angle making her lips press to his in a slightly different way or just her pressing her lips to his more firmly it was making it hard to focus on anything but how good it felt. Her lips were soft and silky not to mention they held a tantalizing warmth that ensured he gained a new appreciation for kissing as the rather practical direction of the 'lesson' continued far longer than he initially expected.

When his mother took Eric's hand and guided it to her chin it sent a thrill up his spine almost as much as the way her hand dropped onto his thigh so close to the rapidly growing erection the make-out session was causing. Even her chin felt soft, smooth and the warmth of her skin seemed to seep into his fingers in a way that made them tingle and then she dialed it up even further and began to slip her tongue out against his lips, he felt his cock twitch as he did the same mimicking her actions as much to see how they felt as to practice. As she finally pulled away telling him he tasted good he felt his face flush, though it wasn't entirely a blush as he let his hand slip from her chin onto her shoulder as his eyes once again plunged into her cleavage. "Umm... you... taste good too."

It felt weird saying that to his mother though that seemed to be the theme given he also found it rather strange to be making out with her as well as she asked if he liked kissing. "I do... it feels... good, better than I expected... I can see why people make a fuss about it now." He said softly, when he was nervous he always defaulted to perhaps too much honesty at times but he had always been told that lying was bad. Part of him wanted to ask if everything else felt as good as kissing though Eric thought better of it at the last second as he settled on a much safer question. "Are... there any more lessons for today or?"