Everlasting dream (18+)
Chapter 118 — Tradition

[Nivalis Silverfrost]

'She's hopeless...' Nivalis grumbled in her mind, watching her daughter's slow progress. The girl's brows furrowed, and her tongue stuck out in concentration as she worked on the piece of cloth with clumsy hands, struggling with the most basic things. Which was surprising, considering that she used to help her patch up work clothes for the other villagers back in their old home, way before Aster was born.

She didn't have a problem stitching and mending simple holes back then, yet now, it seemed like she had forgotten everything from that time. But Nivalis supposed it was understandable, given how young Silvia had been. And it didn't help that they had to use an old rag and a single, unchanging thread—a very old one, at that.

Nivalis' eyes hurt at the sight of what Silvia was doing, but she tried to remain patient, showing no sign of frustration, not a single wince on her face. She kept encouraging the young girl, even though it had already been over two hours since they started. "Hmm, not bad. Now, put the thread through here," she hummed, pointing to a spot on the cloth, watching how her daughter's golden eyes narrowed as she pushed the needle through the fabric, trying to form another small knot with her shaky hands.

Unfortunately, her finger was right behind that very spot, and the needle pricked her, causing a drop of blood to appear on her delicate fingertip, making her hiss loudly. Again. Nivalis winced in sympathy, struggling to keep her smile steady. 'It's just one finger. How can she be so clumsy?'

"I can't do this! It's too hard! I'd sooner poke out my eye with this dumb thing than make a flower with it," Silvia whined, her golden eyes watering slightly as she looked up at her mother with a pitiful expression. The girl pressed her fingertip against her pink lips, suckling on the small cut while glaring at the mess of knots she made. "Why is this so important? Who needs flowers on clothes? They look dumb," she complained, her voice slightly muffled by her finger in her mouth.

Nivalis sighed and gently caressed her daughter's silver hair, trying to soothe the girl. "My mother, your grandma Ophelia, once told me the same thing I'm about to tell you," she started softly, looking into her golden eyes. "The elven art of needlework is not just a silly thing that noble girls do to please their parents or impress boys. It's not just a hobby to pass the time or something that only matters for special occasions. And it's not even about culture or tradition, though that's what many elves think."

Silvia raised an eyebrow at her, her lips still holding the injured finger. "What then?" she asked, tilting her head to the side; her long silver locks fell off her bare shoulder like a cascade of molten silver.

Taking a moment to find the right words, Nivalis continued, "There could be a moment when you suddenly find yourself all alone, without a single coin to your name, and no one to help you. Life is a cruel mistress, my love, and it could be like that in the blink of an eye," she whispered, her blue eyes growing distant for a second, sadness flashing across them. "Noble girls learn the needle so in times of need they can earn some food or money by selling their work, instead of their bodies. Do you understand what it means?" she asked quietly, so only her daughter could hear her words.

Silvia blinked a few times, her expression changing into a thoughtful one. She looked down at the piece of cloth in her hands and let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Yeah, I get it. I'll keep trying," she muttered, her voice just as quiet.

A wave of relief washed over Nivalis as she saw her daughter's attitude shift, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Good girl. You're doing great," she praised, tucking the fallen silver locks behind Silvia's half-elven ear.

"I'm a noble girl, huh?" Silvia murmured after a minute of quiet, giving her mother a playful glance and a toothy grin. They both burst into hushed laughter, looking more like giggling sisters than a mother and daughter. But the moment didn't last long as Silvia went back to work on the cloth, trying to create something resembling a flower with all her might.

Nivalis kept all her focus on her daughter, watching her hands move clumsily and fumble with the needle and thread. Every mistake was met with a gentle reminder of how to correct it and words of encouragement, again and again, for many, many long minutes.

But she couldn't help but notice the sensation of Aster growing restless as time dragged on, his small, bare body kept fidgeting and squirming against her thighs. How he kept squeezing her tender behind, playing with it as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. It was his way of reminding her of his presence, she knew. That he needed her attention, her motherly touch, and love; the only thing that could make his manhood go soft again. But...

This lesson was just too important to stop halfway through, especially since Silvia had finally started to show some progress, albeit slow and not particularly good... but it was something. Nivalis felt bad for her little boy, having to endure all those painful throbs for so long.

'I'll make it up to him later, somehow...' she promised inwardly, pretending not to notice her son's growing frustration, hoping that her daughter would be finished sooner rather than later. 'Maybe let him rub himself with my breasts?' A thought came to her, her cheeks warming up at the mental image of Aster humping her cleavage. He often did it during his hand practices, thinking she didn't notice.

Aster, however, wasn't willing to wait, likely realizing after many long minutes filled with mistakes, groans, and Silvia's increasingly tired sighs, that there was no end in sight to his suffering. Nivalis felt his warm body wiggle out from under her armpit, struggling to squeeze through the small space between her arm and the side of her heavy breast.

With half of his face squished by her softness, he looked up at her, his golden eyes meeting hers, twinkling with hope. His expression was so vulnerable and innocent that it made her feel even worse for making him wait so long. She gave him an apologetic smile, mouthing 'later' as discreetly as she could without interrupting Silvia's concentration, who was busy poking herself with the needle again. But his gaze didn't falter, and instead, the boy shook his head slowly, mouthing a single word, 'Please,' his little face pouty.

With a quiet sigh, Nivalis lowered her head to his ear, her soft lips brushing against it, "Not now, honey. This is really important," she whispered so quietly that even she barely heard it. Her hand reached out to gently stroke his pouty cheek, her touch lingering for just a moment before she pulled away, returning her attention to her daughter.

Aster kept his pouting expression, looking up at her with a sad, puppy-like stare, and even his bottom lip began quivering slightly. And when it failed to move her heart, he let out a sad, resigned huff and buried his face into her soft breast, nuzzling against the warm skin. He stayed there, unmoving for the next ten or so minutes, just breathing softly into the side of her breast. Nivalis let him rest there, even though he was distracting her from teaching Silvia; his warm breath tickled her.

Feeling a soft kiss planted against the curve of her breast, Nivalis smiled and gave the boy's head an affectionate rub, assuming that he was trying to apologize for his needy behavior. But a moment later, she felt his small hips begin to move forward, then back, then forward again.

Almost imperceptible at first, but it gradually grew more noticeable. A warm, hard tip of the boy's shaft began poking against her hip, leaving a slimy trail of precum on her pale skin. 'Seriously...?' Nivalis winced at the sensation of her son's burning penis, giving him a glance. She could only see the top of his head sticking from under her armpit, letting out soft puffs and huffs of warm air against her breast, making her pink nipples stiffen.

A loud hiss from her daughter quickly brought her back from her thoughts. The girl sucked on her fingertip again while glaring at the poor, old needle in her hand as if it had personally offended her. "Sweetie..." Nivalis whispered, leaning in close to her son's pointed ear once she was certain Silvia was fully focused on her task. "...can you rub yourself against my leg or something? It is important for me," she continued in a hushed whisper, stopping his hips with a gentle hand on his cute, petite butt. "Please?" Nivalis added, feeling his shaft stop moving, twitching against her soft flesh.

After a moment of hesitation, Aster nodded reluctantly, wiggling himself down and out of her sight, letting his mother focus on teaching his sister. And Nivalis did just that, all while feeling her boy slowly and clumsily crawl down her body, his face pressing against her warm, squishy buttcheek, and his hands wrapping around her leg to hold his small body in place.

Once he found a good position, he began to push his hips back and forth, rubbing his stiff member against his mother, humping her leg. Slowly and carefully at first, trying not to make any noise that could disrupt the delicate work being done above, but as time passed, he began picking up his pace, his small testicles starting to slap ever so quietly against her skin with every thrust.

For Nivalis, it sounded more like a loud thunderclap, but fortunately, Silvia didn't seem to notice anything; her focus was entirely on the cloth. 'Gods, why did you curse me with such a horny child...' Nivalis complained in her mind, feeling her face grow warm as she tried to ignore the sensation of her son's throbbing shaft rubbing against her leg, like a dog in heat.

For quite a while, Aster continued humping her leg, his pace growing frantic and desperate, his tiny, hairless testicles bouncing against her skin with each huff. But after a few long, agonizing minutes of that, he just stopped moving. He panted heavily, almost whimpering from being unable to reach the sweet release that he so desperately desired. His small body slumped against her, his head resting on her soft behind. Without thinking, he tried to press his face between her plump, round buttcheeks, forgetting that those weren't her breasts, only to realize his mistake and turn his head away quickly.

Just as Nivalis breathed a quiet, relieved sigh, thinking that he had decided to wait for them to finish the lesson, she felt the warmth of his small fingers on her waist as he pushed himself higher. His little, uncut shaft slid up along her thigh, leaving a slick, slimy trail of his arousal behind. She tensed up, her breath catching in her throat as the boy moved his hips towards her bare, pale behind, so vulnerable and unprotected from the needy, throbbing length of his young manhood.

Her worries somewhat eased when Aster's cock slid over her soft, plump left asscheek, and instead, the boy pressed himself against the bottom of it, into its fleshy curve. With his hands still on her hips, he began to grind his cock into his own mother's softness, trying his hardest to make himself feel good. And good it felt, judging by how hard and throbbing his cock was against her skin.

— "Here we would usually cut the thread, and..." Nivalis paused, swallowing the sudden lump forming in her throat as she tried to keep her focus on the lesson. The sensation of her son's throbbing, needy cockhead, all wet and slimy, rubbing back and forth against her bare, smooth butt made it difficult to stay composed. But she managed to do so, somehow, her voice barely wavering as she continued. "...a-and switch to a different color. Pretty much just making a knot at the end so that it wouldn't unravel. However, since we have only one color and need to save the thread for later, let's just keep going like this. Through here, and then under here..." Nivalis pointed at the fabric, doing her absolute best to ignore the boy behind her.

Aster lowered his chest against her back, pressing his face into her shoulder blade while his hips humped his mother's round asscheek with growing desperation. Tensing and relaxing, he kept trying to chase that sweet release, but it still wouldn't come, leaving him frustrated. Eventually, he groaned into her skin, stopping once again, his little body slumping against hers, his shaft throbbing helplessly against the softness of her ass.

Just as Nivalis was about to glance behind her shoulder and whisper at him to wait until they finished with the lesson, the boy's arms snaked around her waist and under her chest, reaching for her breasts. She gasped, feeling his hands cupping her soft mounds, squeezing and kneading at them with all the eagerness of a horny boy he was. He even pinched and pulled at her pink nipples, rolling them between his small, scarred fingers. The sensation made Nivalis wince, biting her lip to stay quiet.

With his body pressed tightly against hers and his hands playing with her breasts, his hips started moving again, his shaft sliding all over her behind, trying to find that perfect spot where he could finally finish. And after a few desperate thrusts against her ass, he found it. 'Oh, for the love of...' Nivalis gasped as she felt the boy's stiff, throbbing shaft slowly but firmly sliding between her plump, warm cheeks. At the same time, his mouth latched onto her ear, suckling on the earlobe while his hands never stopped fondling her breasts.

— "You're doing... ah... good. Very good. Careful with your finger," Nivalis said to her daughter, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to keep her composure, trying to push the boy away from her butt, her hands grabbing his hips and moving him higher. The feeling of his cock slipping out of her buttcheeks was new, and it took her a moment to process that it had happened. She held him like that for a moment, keeping his shaft resting just atop the curve of her bottom.

Nivalis did consider lowering him so he could use her thighs instead, but that would be... worse. Considering how wet her pussy had gotten from his attention. An image of his small, hairless shaft, dripping wet with her juices, flashed through her mind, causing her face to flush an even deeper shade of red. She quickly pushed that thought away, focusing on guiding Silvia's needlework, keeping the boy pushed up where he wouldn't risk slipping into her warmth, into her tight, wet motherhood.

Feeling his mother's hands holding his hips, Aster gave her earlobe some more affectionate nibbles, smacking his lips softly. With a soft grunt, he resumed his humping, his throbbing shaft rubbing against the lowest part of her back, just shy of sliding back into that wonderful embrace between her plump, squishy asscheeks. His small testicles bounced against her butt with each buck of his hips, and his fingers continued squeezing, caressing, and rubbing her soft mounds, occasionally rolling and twisting her nipples between them.

'Ugh, just finish already, I need to focus on the lesson...' Nivalis pleaded in her mind, trying not to squirm from his touch, feeling his desperate huffs of warm air against her sensitive ear, his needy panting was filling her mind with the worst kinds of images. Images of his stiff, twitching cock, of his small, pink testicles, of his warm, milky cum. How his shaft would throb and spasm deep inside her, how his small hands would hug her tightly, how his balls would slap her swollen pussy, how...

She shook her head, banishing those thoughts from her mind. Mothers shouldn't think of their sons like that, not ever. Not even in the darkest corners of her heart, not even in the deepest depths of her mind. 'I'm just tired and stressed out...' she told herself, trying to focus on Silvia and her work, ignoring the way her thighs quivered and her pussy ached for his small, hairless cock.

With her arms starting to grow tired from holding his little butt up, Nivalis had to release him eventually. She hoped that he would remain in place where he could safely rub himself off, instead of using her ass. But much to her dismay, Aster immediately lowered his hips, his shaft slipping between her cheeks once more, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure against her ear. "Let me stay there, mommy... Please? Just for a moment," he pleaded in a hushed, barely audible whisper, his pink lips suckling on her earlobe as his small hands squeezed her breasts.

Nivalis shook her head, her heart pounding against her ribs as she tried to resist his pleading whispers. With her left hand, she gently pushed him back, up to the safety of her lower back, while her other hand continued to show Silvia the next steps on the fabric, doing her best to keep a straight face. After a moment of hesitation, Aster resumed his desperate humping, his shaft rubbing back and forth over her lower back, dangerously close to slipping down again.

Having to twist her arm awkwardly to keep the boy from sliding down, Nivalis felt her muscles growing weary, her hand trembling from the effort. Minutes passed, and once again she felt her arm starting to give out, so she released the boy's small butt, hoping that this time, he wouldn't move. In just a single heartbeat, he lowered his hips again, and she could feel the warmth of his throbbing shaft nestled snugly between her soft cheeks, sliding back and forth. 'For fuck's sake,' Nivalis mentally cursed, gritting her teeth in frustration, her face burning from embarrassment.

Luckily, her boy wasn't blessed with a large tool down there, so even though it disappeared entirely between her asscheeks, the tip remained a safe distance away from her pink, puckered hole; he was simply too small to reach it. It made Nivalis let out a relieved sigh upon realizing that, making her relax just a little. Of course, despite that, it was still quite lewd, and the idea of letting her son rub his needy, throbbing cock against her ass... It made her feel dirty, ashamed, and disgusted with herself.

But she couldn't deny that a tiny part of her enjoyed how good his small length felt sliding up and down between her cheeks. 'I can't believe I'm even thinking about it... It's just to make him finish faster. Just this once,' she told herself, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky breath. 'He always gets so needy after he eats...' Nivalis sighed, looking down at her breasts to find her son's small hands, kneading and caressing her tender bosom with a mixture of clumsiness and eagerness that only an inexperienced, yet horny young boy could have. 'Just this once...'

A small, defeated smile spread across her lips. 'I hope you're happy, my horny, little bunny,' she grumbled inwardly, her elven ears red from embarrassment. The way he humped her behind reminded her of rabbits mating, frantic and fast, making her smile grow wider, despite her mixed feelings. It was cute, in a way.

For a moment, she imagined how it might look from the side, how their skin of the same pale hue would press against each other, their bodies joined together in a way that shouldn't ever happen. His small, pink nipples rubbing against her smooth back, his cute, round butt moving back and forth. A mother and her young son mating like two animals in heat. It made her blush deepen even more, yet she kept her composure.

— "Now, we need to make the petals like I showed you. Just follow the line and make sure not to touch the other ones. Again, careful with your finger," she continued explaining, her breath hitching slightly as her son's shaft slid in and out from between her butt, his foreskin peeling back and forth, exposing the pink, shiny tip of his small cock. Silvia hummed in response, focusing all her attention on not stabbing herself with the needle, trying to follow her mother's instructions.

Aster's golden eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, his mind going completely blank as he let himself get lost in that wonderful sensation of his mother's soft, warm behind, forgetting about everything else. "I love you, Mom. More than anything and anyone," he whined ever so quietly against her sensitive ear, his panting growing louder and hotter with each passing second.

Nivalis tensed in discomfort at his words; it wasn't the best time to say such things to her. The sensation of his hips slapping against her soft behind made her squirm uncomfortably as the sound of it grew louder and louder. She didn't want Silvia to hear it. So, after a few seconds, she began to move her own hips back against her son's, her soft, round ass meeting his small, needy thrusts, trying her best to match his rhythm.

With his mother's help, the sound of their skin meeting disappeared, leaving just the feeling of his stiff, throbbing length moving back and forth between her cheeks, his warm precum smearing all over her pale skin. Her spine arched ever so slightly, her breasts pushing into his hands while her hips gently pushed back against his crotch whenever he tried to pull away.

It was too much for the young boy to handle. Less than twenty seconds later, Aster's entire body tensed, his small hands squeezing his mother's breasts hard, a little bit too hard, but she remained silent. A quiet whine of pure bliss escaped the boy's throat, his shaft throbbing and pulsating between his mother's soft, plump asscheeks, buried deep within their embrace. Thick, milky ropes of his warm, sticky seed spilled forth, coating her pink, tight hole in a generous layer of white.

Nivalis bit her lip to muffle the moan that threatened to slip from her lips at the feeling of her son's warm, creamy semen marking her, claiming her in a way only a man could do. 'Right, he does that now...' she winced, her butt tensed involuntarily from the sensation of his hot, fertile seed, thus squeezing his throbbing shaft even more, as if milking him of every drop he had to give.

A wave of guilt washed over her, mostly because of how much she enjoyed his warmth splattering against her most forbidden parts. 'What is wrong with me? I could have just told him to wait until we were done...' Nivalis thought, covering her forehead with her hand, her eyes tightly shut as she waited for him to finish cumming. Quite a lot of his load ended up on her lower back, but still, most of it was deep between her buttcheeks, slowly oozing down towards her swollen, wet pussy.

Silvia looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

Nivalis cleared her throat and shook her head. "Nothing," she said quickly, turning her attention back to the lesson, feeling her boy slump against her, his chest rising and falling heavily as he panted, his small hands still squeezing and kneading at her heavy mounds, hidden from view under her arms.

Silvia momentarily glanced at his peaceful expression but didn't comment on it, assuming that he had simply decided to nap atop his mother's back. "Eyes on the cloth, sweetie. This part's tricky," Nivalis whispered, giving the young girl an encouraging smile, all while squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could to stop her son's semen from reaching her wet folds. It didn't help, she felt, but still tried.

Aster remained motionless for several long moments, his small hands slowly relaxing their grip on her breasts. He didn't want to move. More than anything, he wanted to just fall asleep like that. His whole body felt tingly and weak after such a long, intense, draining orgasm. But after a few moments, his mother's whispering voice snapped him out of his daze, "Clean up after yourself, sweetie. Hurry up, please," she urged quietly, glancing at him over her shoulder with a hint of urgency in her eyes.

Feeling guilty for dirtying her, Aster quickly pushed himself up, letting his softening shaft pop out from between his mother's soft cheeks, a white string of cum connecting the pink tip with her skin, before slapping against his thigh. Giving her shoulder a quick peck, he slid down onto the bed, his eyes darting around their small bed, looking for something he could use to wipe her clean.

But all he found was the second piece of cloth that Silvia had been using to practice especially tricky parts on before moving to the main one. He looked up at Nivalis, who was busy explaining something to the girl, then back at the cloth, and after a few moments of hesitation, he grabbed it, hoping that they wouldn't need it today. He'd get it cleaned later.

Nivalis gasped quietly at the sensation of Aster parting her buttcheeks, revealing her pink, tight, cum-covered hole, and her throbbing, wet pussy underneath. For a moment, the boy just admired his work, his golden eyes taking in every detail of her womanhood, how her pussy glistened in the dim glow of the crystals above, how her puckered hole clenched and unclenched under the layer of his seed. "Damn, I'm an artist," she heard him mumble under his breath, before he started to wipe her clean. She rolled her eyes at that.

Spreading her legs slightly to make it easier for him, Nivalis felt the boy catch that dangerous trickle of white, stopping it right before it reached her wet entrance. With a soft sigh, she relaxed, allowing her son to gently wipe her clean, feeling the cloth move over her butt, rubbing and wiping away the evidence of his orgasm.

Parting her buttcheeks even more with his free hand, Aster began cleaning the mess he had made inside her ass, rubbing and scrubbing her soft skin with the cloth, slowly, carefully. Then, he pressed the fabric against the tightness of her pink hole, his little finger poking against the rim, causing his mother to tense slightly.

Even slower than before, he rubbed the fabric over her pink, sensitive pucker, making sure that he got everything. 'I should've done it myself...' she groaned inwardly, her hips squirming under his touch, her toes curling, and her thighs trembling as the boy kept cleaning her in the most thorough and meticulous way possible.

After a few long moments of that, Aster moved lower, and Nivalis couldn't help but let out a soft moan that she tried to hide behind a cough. Her son's small, warm fingers rubbed and caressed her swollen pussy through the cum-soaked fabric, the texture of it sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Why he even decided to wipe her pussy was beyond her, as it was clean of any traces of his seed. 'Maybe he just wants to be extra sure?' she wondered, biting her lip to remain quiet, while he kept cleaning her.

She knew she shouldn't allow this, that she should stop him, but... It just felt so good, so... right. The sensation of his small fingers moving over her most sensitive spots, of him gently parting her wet lips, of him rubbing the soaked cloth over her swollen clit. It felt incredible, and she didn't want him to stop. 'Just a bit more... just a bit more,' she pleaded in her mind, her hips bucking against his fingers as discreetly as she could.

It was probably the best sensation she had felt in years, if not ever. Surely better than any ice figure her daughter had made that she used every other night to hump her frustrations away. Fortunately, Silvia was too focused on the needlework to notice her mother's flushed face, trembling body, and her brother's suspiciously long absence. Or the wet sounds coming from under her mother's thighs.

She was almost sad when Aster was finally done cleaning her. With a final wipe of the cloth over her wet, swollen folds, he gave her ass a gentle slap, causing her to jump slightly. 'Gods, I'm going to burn in hell...' Nivalis thought, closing her eyes and taking a deep, calming breath. Her legs pressed back together, hiding her burning womanhood from view.

Clearing her throat, Nivalis quickly shook off any remaining traces of lust and continued with the lesson, feeling her son slump next to her, hugging the small of her waist with his arm, and resting his head on her hip. "Alright, grab the second cloth and practice this part a few times. Once you get used to it, we'll return to the main piece," she said, giving her daughter an encouraging smile. Silvia nodded and, after a few seconds of searching around her, found the cloth...

Only to discover it was all wet and slimy, dripping with something very familiar to her. "Ehm, mom?" she called out hesitantly, raising the fabric, her fingers coated in a thick, sticky substance. "It was clean when we started. When did you two..." she trailed off, about to sniff the white, milky fluid that covered the cloth. For some reason, Aster suddenly began snoring loudly, even though he had never once snored during sleep.

Nivalis blinked a few times, her blue eyes darting between the cum-soaked piece of cloth and Silvia's accusing gaze. "It... I forgot that I was sneezing all over it a moment ago. I-I must have wiped my nose with it," she blurted out, her face flushing a deep shade of red as she snatched the cloth away from her daughter's hand, wiping her fingers with it. To prove the point, she let out a very fake, forced sneeze into the cum-soaked fabric. "Achoo!"

Silvia gave her a skeptical look, but Nivalis just stared back at her with a straight face, holding the cum-soaked cloth in her hand. "Riiiight. Whatever you say, Mom," the girl said, rolling her eyes and grabbing a clean cloth she had been using earlier. "I have a bit of space left on this one, anyway."

She kept giving her mother playful glances and winks for the rest of the day. It would take Nivalis a while to live this one down.


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