Everlasting dream (18+)

The fire cast flickering shadows on the cave ceiling, and the only sound breaking the silence was the occasional snap of burning wood. That night, Aster lay wide awake while the girls slept, staring at the shadows dancing above, unable to close his eyes even for a moment. Silvia's soft breaths tickled his chest as she clung to his side, his hand lazily drawing circles on her naked back, feeling the bones of her spine.
— "Ugh... this damn spell," Aster muttered under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what he'd done wrong. 'It worked before. I was able to control my mana without any issues. So why not now? Why couldn't I do it tonight?' he wondered, his brows furrowing.
'Maybe it's because Silvia was awake this time?' Aster thought, glancing down at her. He saw the back of her head resting against his chest; her soft cheek pressed to his skin. Her long, silver hair sprawled all around, serving as a second blanket for her brother. 'No... Her mana felt the same...' he sighed, gently running his fingers through Silvia's silky hair.
— "I just don't get it," he sighed, shifting slightly to ease the discomfort of his throbbing penis trapped between his thighs, hidden away from the girls. The pain was making it hard to think.
'Wait, could it be... the reason?' Aster wondered, carefully pulling the blanket down and slowly parting his legs; his little guy nearly sprang free from the confinement of his pale thighs.
'This explains it. That's why I couldn't control the spell. The pain was too distracting. Ugh,' Aster grunted, rubbing his forehead in frustration. 'Alright... I just need to figure out how Mom did it... It should be simple, right? She did it so easily,'
After carefully lifting his sister's head from his chest, Aster quietly moved around the bed, softly tapping his mother's shoulder to wake her. "Mom," he whispered, waiting patiently. No response. He placed his hand on her bare shoulder, gently shaking her. "Mom," he said again.
Aster moved closer to her ear, trying to be quieter. "Mom, I think I know why the spell was harder to control this time..." he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.
Nivalis, still foggy from sleep, pulled her hand away from her face but kept her eyes shut. "Why's that, sweetheart?" she asked, whispering just as quietly.
It took Nivalis a moment to understand what he meant, but when she did, her eyes flew open, her heart missing a beat. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard, "You mean when I... uh, helped you with your... pain?" she asked, her eyes meeting her son's, his face close to her.
"Is it in pain again?" Nivalis asked him right away, a worried expression appearing on her face.
"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Nivalis whispered, trying to remain calm. She sat up, the blanket covering her slid down, revealing her big, naked breasts and soft, pink nipples. "I told you it's not healthy to keep it like that for too long," she sighed, frowning down at him.
"Okay, I have an idea. Show me what you did," Nivalis ordered, nodding towards his penis. "I'll try to tell you what you're doing wrong, and maybe we'll be able to find a solution together, okay?" she smiled, trying to look more confident than she felt, watching her son's fingers wrap around his penis and begin to stroke himself slowly.
— "Like this," Aster mumbled, moving his hand up and down.
"Ugh, this is ridiculous. Why isn't it working?" Nivalis frowned, watching her son's hand move on his small penis. The smell of his sweat filled the air. "Alright, stop," she sighed, gesturing for him.
"No, no. It's not your fault, sweetie. I guess it's just how your body works," Nivalis reassured him, looking around the cave. "We'll figure it out, don't worry," she whispered, her gaze returning to her son's painful erection. It was hard to believe such a small, innocent-looking penis could cause so much trouble.
"Hmm, try changing the angle a bit," Nivalis suggested, trying to find a way to make it work.
"Yes... Do you feel anything?" Nivalis asked, watching the tip of his penis appear and disappear with each push.
"No, not really," Aster panted, still moving his hips. "Just pain."
After a moment of quiet, Nivalis broke the silence, "There's something... I think. I'm not sure if it'll help, though. It's still wrong, sweetheart... But not as wrong as... me stroking it," she muttered,
. "Here, try to...
my leg..." she said, shifting her leg closer to him.
"Alright..." Aster sighed, placing his legs on either side of her leg, his small bottom resting on her foot. He gripped her knee for balance. "Like this?" he asked, his small balls pressing against her smooth skin.
"Yes, just move your hips like before," Nivalis said, looking away, her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Her heart raced in her chest from the feeling of her son's penis touching her skin, a feeling no mother should experience.
"Ugh... this is a bit better, I think..." Aster mumbled, pushing his hips against his mother's leg. His penis slid up and down while the foreskin remained in place. It felt different, indeed. The texture of her skin was soft, warm, and much smoother than the rough blanket. It felt good, but the pain
"Is it helping?" Nivalis asked, glancing at him. Her son was too focused on his movements to respond, his eyes fixed on her pale thigh. "Honey?" she asked again, getting his attention.
"Ugh... I'm trying..." Aster answered, wrapping his legs and arms around her leg, pressing his small body tightly against her. The boy quickened his movements; his hips moved rapidly, thrusting his little penis against her, his face buried in her soft thigh. The hint of pleasure was there, but he couldn't quite reach it, not with the intense pain the grinding caused.






She didn't pay much attention to his little, now completely red penis twitching in front of her face; she simply leaned back on the bed.