Everlasting dream (18+)

The family spent the next few days getting used to their new home and recovering from their exhausting journey. The humid air of the cave and the smell of sulfur are things they need to get used to, but i
Nivalis felt safe in this cave. The small entry and winding, tight corridors made defense easy, and its hidden location was more than ideal. They should have moved here years ago, but Nivalis had always hesitated because of the distance from the rivers. But now, this concern seemed insignificant, making this place a perfect home for a small family like theirs.
Food and winter preparation were their only concerns. On the third day, when their remaining food stretched thin, Aster went outside during the misty hours to gather more. Nivalis was nervous about letting him go alone, but it was either that or starve.
When he saw his mother nervously waiting for him at the entrance of their cave, his smile always became even brighter. This turned into their little ritual; Nivalis always greeted him with a kiss and a tight hug right as he stepped inside, welcoming her son home and thanking the gods for his safe return and for gifting yet another peaceful day.
What worries Nivalis the most these days is her daughter, Silvia. She is still unconscious, and no matter how hard Nivalis tries to wake her, nothing helps. Her fear for her daughter grows stronger with each passing day. All Nivalis can do is hope and wait for the little girl to wake up.
Nivalis even saw some improvement in her health; now, she can walk short distances without any help. However, she still has a long way to go in her recovery before she can even think about running or hunting again. Only Aster can provide food for this family now, and Nivalis is grateful for his efforts. However, she can't help but worry about their supplies. It just doesn't add up. At this rate, it won't be enough even for one-third of the cold season.
Aster also seems to understand the seriousness of the situation. Four days ago, as Nivalis started thinking about a solution, he suggested going outside more often, not just in the mornings. Nivalis didn't like the idea at all, but she had little choice but to agree to let him go outside without the cover of the mist. After all, the winter will come and probably will be one of the hardest they have ever experienced.
The sun was dipping behind the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. Nivalis gazed at the sky through the curtain of hanging vines. The clouds looked much like cotton, fluffy and light, drifting lazily by as Nivalis sat at the entrance of their cave, waiting for her son to return home. "Why is he taking so long? It's already getting dark," Nivalis mumbled to herself, her eyes constantly scanning the nearby trees, hoping to see her son's familiar silhouette in the fading light.
— "He's fine... He must be," she tried to calm herself, but her heart raced wildly with worry. Aster should have returned hours ago. She sighed, putting her palm on her forehead. As the minutes ticked by, her worry grew, and her hands began to shake slightly. "Just a little longer. He'll be here soon. Come on..."
— "There he is. Thank the gods," Nivalis breathed a deep sigh of relief. A warm, pleasant feeling spread across her chest as she waited for her son to come closer. When her boy stepped into the cave, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, loving embrace.
"Oof," Aster mumbled as his mother's hands squeezed him tightly, her face buried into his stomach. "H-hey, Mom," he chuckled awkwardly, dropping the bag to the ground.
Nivalis raised her eyebrow as she glanced at the sack on the ground. She let go of her son and reached for it, curious to see what was inside. The sweet smell tickled her nose when she opened it, and her eyes widened in disbelief. "O-oh my," Nivalis uttered, seeing it was full of golden and sticky honeycombs. "How did you...?"
"There was a big hive on the stump of a tree. It took me an entire day to track it," Aster smiled widely. "I made a lot of smoke with pine needles and a bit of magic, then just waited for the bees to leave," he said, watching his mother's blue eyes sparkle in awe. "I didn't take everything, though. I left about half of it to ensure they will survive the winter so we can get more the next year. Or maybe even later this summer, we'll see. Still, it was enough to fill the entire sack! Impressive, right?" he asked, puffing out his chest proudly.
— "It is, baby. Oh, it is," she whispered, looking at her son with a wide, happy smile that made her eyes shine brighter than the full moon. She motioned for him to lower himself, and when he did, Nivalis kissed her son's soft lips, tasting the sweet, sticky substance on them.
Her hand cupped his cheek, feeling the stickiness all over his face. "You're all dirty," she giggled against his lips. "Or tasty. Depends on how you look at it," she added, gently running her pink tongue against his sticky cheek to remove the sweet, delicious liquid from her son.
"Well, there was a lot of honey. It was impossible not to make a mess," he chuckled, feeling his mother's tongue lick his lips and nose. It tickled. "Oh, come on. You can't be that hungry," Aster laughed, cupping her cheeks with his dirty hands.
— "Hey! That's not nice, young man!" she pouted, pulling her mouth away and looking up at him angrily, but it only made her look cute. "Now I need to wash my face, too," she sighed, licking her lips. "Alright... Let's get inside and get cleaned up."
Aster helped his mother stand up, and they headed deeper into the cave, carrying the sack of honey with them.
"How are we going to store this?" Aster asked, placing the bag beside the wall, the furthest from the water. He glanced at his mom, sitting on the bed near unconscious Silvia.
— "As usual, I think. Wrap them in leaves and put them in the charcoal to keep everything dry," Nivalis said, cupping the little girl's cheek and caressing her cold skin with her thumb. "Speaking of that, could you bring us some more of those wide leaves tomorrow? We've run out," she asked, glancing at him.
"Oh, yeah, sure. No problem," Aster nodded, removing his disguise cloak and dropping it near the fire.
— "Thank you, sweetie," Nivalis smiled, but her smile vanished when she saw how dirty her son was. The golden, sticky honey was all over his face, arms, and clothes. "How did you even manage to get so dirty under your cloak?" she asked, sighing heavily.
"Ah, well... There was a lot of honey, and the hive was pretty high," Aster mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
— "Come here," she said, beckoning him with her hand. When Aster approached her, Nivalis grabbed his dirty tunic and pulled it up, exposing his skinny, honey-covered torso that shimmered in the warm, orange glow of the fire. "Gods, there's honey even in your hair. You're such a mess," she muttered, looking up at him, his golden eyes meeting her blue ones. The boy didn't respond, silently allowing his mother to care for him.

"Let me get you a rag or something," Aster tried to pull away, but Nivalis held his waist with one hand and kept him in place, shaking her head.
Aster removed his left hand from his crotch and scooped some honey from his mother's pink cheek, putting it into his mouth. "It is, isn't it?" he asked, sucking his finger.
"Mhm," she smiled, scooping honey from his thighs. "I'm afraid you just became my favorite dessert," Nivalis joked, chuckling softly. "Turn around, honey. Let me clean your back."
Aster slowly turned, showing her his cute little butt. Nivalis ran her finger up his spine, collecting the sticky, sweet liquid and putting
into her mouth. Then she moved lower, her fingertip sliding along the curve of his bottom, gathering everything into her palm. "How did you even manage to get honey on your butt? It's literally everywhere," she asked, licking her palm clean.
"Haha, no idea," Aster chuckled, hearing his mother slurping the honey off her fingers.
— "Okay, sit down," she instructed, patting her lap. Aster reluctantly lowered himself, his soft, sticky bottom pressing against her thigh, the light of the fire dancing on his shy face.
Nivalis began collecting the remaining honey from his shoulders and chest, humming a melody as she worked. When her fingertip dipped into his belly button, Aster giggled, his body jerking. "Mom, that tickles," he mumbled, looking up at her.

The bath was nice and relaxing. They shared laughs, washed each other's hair, and talked about anything and everything. But Nivalis had something specific on her mind: the talk with her son. Once they dried off and climbed into bed, she began the conversation.
— "Mm?" Aster responded, looking up at her.
"So... I've noticed you've been acting more... shy around me lately," she whispered, her fingers tracing random patterns on his skin. "Ever since the... um... accident. Is everything okay, sweetie?"
— "Ah," Aster mumbled, realizing what she was referring to. "Oh, uh, yeah. It's all good. I'm just a bit tired lately," he answered quickly, trying not to look at her. "You know, the usual," he smiled nervously.
"Really?" Nivalis asked, moving closer. Her large breasts pressed against his arm under the blanket, their warmth and softness rubbing against his skin.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and gently pressed her soft, warm lips against his naked chest. A playful smacking sound echoed through the cave, followed by a funny raspberry sound from her lips as she blew air against his skin. Aster burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. "M-Mom!" he giggled, starting to squirm under her touch.
— "Oh, Mom..." Aster sighed, realizing that his reaction might have made her feel awful.
"Is it because of... the other day when I saw you... um..." she tried to ask but couldn't find the right words. Her hand moved from his chest to caress his naked shoulder, her touch gentle and warm. "When I saw you...
different down there?" she finally asked, her cheeks reddening.
Aster didn't reply at first, only stared at the ceiling. "Well... I-I mean..." he mumbled, unsure of how to put it. "It's not that I'm embarrassed or anything... I just don't want to scare you again with my curse, I guess," he said, looking at her. His eyes met
— "Yeah, remember? When magic changed me down there, I remember the look on your face when you first saw it, and... it wasn't good, to say the least... You were quite scared," Aster remembered, totally forgetting the blinding fire he threw in his half-asleep state. "So, I figured it would be better not to show it to anyone. Ever," Aster explained, looking back at the ceiling.
"Oh, baby... What are you talking about? I don't remember... When did I..." she began, genuinely surprised and confused by his words.
she asked, still not grasping what he meant.

Nivalis demanded, pushing herself up and looking down at him.
The blanket they were covered in slid off her chest, revealing her beautiful breasts and soft, pink nipples. She pulled the blanket down her son to see what was beneath it but was surprised to see how he had hidden his private area by pushing his legs together, making him look like a girl without any parts down there. "A-Aster," Nivalis spoke, staring at him. "Show me."
"Wh-what? Wait. Is this some sort of joke?" Nivalis asked, her eyebrows furrowed. "There's nothing wrong with it, honey," she said, looking back at his almost crying face.


"Wh-what?" Aster stuttered, unable to believe her words. He pushed himself up and sat on the bed. 'She's definitely making it up. I spent my entire first life without something like this ever happening. Yeah, maybe I was always sick back then, but I would've noticed if my thing grew like this!' he thought, trying to make sense of it all.
"Yeah. You probably got excited during our bath together, maybe brushed it accidentally or something. It should go back down soon," Nivalis said, scooting closer. "Don't worry."

"Mhm,” Aster nodded, looking up at her. “All the time. Especially right now, for some reason,” he mumbled.
Nivalis continued to stare at his penis, thinking about her son's words. “Alright, first of all... This is normal for it to get bigger. This is the truth, honey, I swear. But it is not normal for it to be this way all the time,” she spoke, trying to keep her voice steady.
Nooo... I think you're making it up," Aster shook his head. “It doesn't make any sense for it to be bigger.”
"Relax, Mom. I know everything," Aster waved his hand dismissively.
He could still remember that really naughty biology book he read while homeschooling.
"Mom, I know the basics,” Aster groaned, rolling his eyes. "You don't need to explain it."
"From a woman's belly,” Aster replied quickly. “Can we go to sleep now?"
"That doesn't make any sense," Aster chuckled. "Isn't it easier to get inside when you're at your smallest? Is it even possible to get inside with a thing this big?" he wondered, staring down at his erection.
"Ugh," Nivalis exhaled, her cheeks turning bright red from having such a conversation with her son. "Gods, he's clueless. This will be a long night," she whispered, scratching her forehead. "It will fit inside just fine, trust me," she said, looking at it too. "
... The whole process is a bit difficult to explain," she muttered, trying to think of the right words. "It's more about how deep you can go, I guess..."
"You're totally making it up, aren't you?" Aster asked, shaking his head. "Come on, Mom." he sighed.


Aster nodded, following her instructions and encircling his throbbing shaft with his left hand as his right was still bandaged.

"Yes, that's right," Nivalis replied, her voice soft. "Now, move your hips, honey."
Aster began to rock his hips back and forth, his movements awkward as he humped the soft pile. "Like this?" he asked again, glancing at her for approval.
Nivalis sighed, moving closer to him, and gently placed her hands on his hips. "Here, let me help you. Try moving like this," she said, guiding his waist in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Aster followed her lead, his hips grinding against the bedding at a steady pace. The only sounds in the dimly lit cave were the crackling of the fire and his quickening breaths.
"I-I don't know?" Aster paused, his hips stopping mid-motion. "It just hurts more now. I'm not sure how this was supposed to help," he confessed, looking down at his still-enormous monster, its impressive 2-inch size unchanged.
"Hmm..." Nivalis hummed, her brow furrowed in thought as she bit her lower lip.
"
his isn't right," Nivalis insisted, her eyes lingering on her son's still-erect penis. "It's not healthy to leave it like this..." she muttered, shaking her head. Her eyes darted around the cave, searching for something, anything that could help.
"Really, there's no need to worry about it. Let's just go to sleep," Aster sighed.
"Sit on my leg," she instructed, patting her bare thigh.
"Oh, um... alright," Aster said, hesitantly crawling over to her. He carefully positioned himself, his bottom resting on her soft, warm thigh, legs to one side. "Like this?" he asked, unsure of her intentions.
"Mhm," Nivalis murmured, pulling him closer and making Aster lean his head against her right breast. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat; the other held his shoulder. "Now, relax," she whispered soothingly, gently caressing his naked chest.
Aster didn't dare move, his eyes fixed on his mother's face. As he stared into her beautiful blue eyes, which reflected the warm light of the nearby fire, he gradually felt more at ease, allowing her gentle hands to
"If you feel uncomfortable, scared, or want me to stop, just say the word, and I will, okay?" she whispered, her hand gliding in gentle circles over his skin, slowly inching lower and lower.
"No, it's okay," Nivalis sighed, maintaining eye contact as her fingers
,
his sensitive, pink tip. She could feel him tremble when she pressed her finger against the top, tracing small circles around his little guy.
Aster drew a sharp breath, biting his lower lip. 'Gods, this is... strange,' he thought, feeling his mom's loving touch against his most sensitive part. The
pleasure he was experiencing was something he had never felt before.
"Does it hurt?" Nivalis asked, her finger slowly moving under his little head, exploring its shape. She felt her son's penis twitching in her hand, pulsating in response to her every movement.
"N-no, it doesn't," Aster panted, trying to keep his composure.
"Good," Nivalis whispered, gently taking the tip of his cock between her thumb and index finger and started massaging it softly.
This went on for a while until Nivalis finally felt his body relaxing in her embrace,
, quiet sucking sounds the only thing echoing in the cave. Only then did she decide to return her fingers to his little member, grasping his throbbing erection between her thumb and index finger once again. She started to move her hand gently, slowly sliding his foreskin up and down.
"Mmmm," Aster moaned, still sucking her sensitive nipple, eyes closed.
Nivalis decided to increase her pace. "That's it, baby," she whispered, staring at his adorable, flushed face as he clung to her nipple like a hungry baby. "Don't fight it. It's okay," she reassured him, moving her fingers up and down, pumping his little penis.
"It's okay, honey. That's it. Just let it all out," Nivalis reassured him, her hand stroking his little guy faster than ever. "Do it for mommy," she whispered and instantly regretted doing so. It sounded much better in her head.
Suddenly, the little boy's entire body stiffened, and he let out a long, muffled moan against her breast.
The intense, overwhelming pleasure was something the little Aster couldn't comprehend. Such pleasure was not supposed to exist, yet he felt it. It was too much, too fast, too powerful. It felt like a wave of electricity shooting through his body, making his entire being quiver and shake uncontrollably. His penis throbbed intensely, and his hips bucked forward, pushing his little guy further into his mom's hand.
"It's okay, sweetie," Nivalis comforted him, using her thumb to wipe the drool from his lips. "Go to sleep, baby. Everything's okay."
"I love you," Aster whispered, nuzzling his head against her breasts, his eyes slowly closing.