Lucen reached up and flicked on the lamp, casting a warm glow across the bed.
What he saw took his breath away for real.
Arwen lay sprawled on her back, gown bunched up around her waist, her hand still pressed between her legs, slick with arousal. Her thighs were parted just enough to reveal everything—her little blonde bush glistening with wetness, her pussy leaking down her skin.
She tried to cover herself, but her hand just smeared the mess across her mound, unable to hide anything.
Her chest heaved, face beet red, eyes wide and shining with embarrassment and need.
Lucen looked her over, slow and deliberate, hungry. He met her eyes, then echoed her own words from earlier, his voice low:
"You look uncomfortable, Mother… Don't worry, I've got it now."
He moved between her legs, his hands gentle but firm, parting her thighs wider.
She didn't fight. Couldn't.
Her body just went limp, breathing ragged, brain wiped blank.
He pushed her knees apart, sliding himself in close until he was right there, face to face with everything she was trying and failing to hide.
She trembled, completely at his mercy, her pussy dripping, soaking the sheets.
She couldn't say a word.
Arwen could barely breathe. Her chest ached with the effort of holding in the sounds threatening to escape.
Lucen's hands slid up her inner thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh—slow, teasing, spreading her open for him. Her whole body shook, muscles tight as piano wire.
His touch was everywhere: hot, hungry, unashamed. He trailed his fingers up, pausing at the slick mess pooling between her folds, then rubbing gently, spreading her open with his thumbs.
She let out a shuddering gasp, unable to hide the wet, lewd sound as his fingers pressed into the sticky heat of her pussy.
Then she felt his breath—warm, soft, brushing over the sensitive skin.
He leaned down, mouth so close she could feel every exhale against her swollen lips.
And then—he kissed her.
Right there.
A hot, open-mouthed kiss to her soaked cunt, lips pressing and tongue flicking out, tasting her, making her hips jerk up off the mattress.
Arwen's mind broke for a second.
Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the whimper that clawed up her throat.
Oh gods—he's… he's really…
She squeezed her thighs, but Lucen only pushed them wider, keeping her open, tongue pressing in deeper.
He groaned softly against her, the vibration sending sparks shooting up her spine.
Every lick, every kiss, every slow, savoring stroke of his tongue was torture—hot, wet, overwhelming.
He took his time, licking and sucking, drinking down every drop like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Arwen's hips rolled up into his mouth, her legs shaking, toes curling, head thrown back against the pillow.
She was drowning in sensation—embarrassment, yes, but mostly a desperate, overwhelming need. She wanted him to never stop. Wanted him to take everything.
Her hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer, breath ragged and broken.
Lucen paused for a moment, lifting his mouth just enough for his voice to drift up, low and thick with heat.
"Is it good, Mother?" he whispered, his breath hot against her soaked, swollen lips.
His voice alone sent a shiver straight through her. Her whole pussy clenched in response, another gush of slick leaking out onto his tongue.
Arwen tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken gasp, her hand fisting in the sheets.
"Ah… L-Lucen… it's… gods, it's so—"
He didn't let her finish.
His tongue flicked out again, harder this time, running flat and slow from her entrance up to her clit, swirling, circling, then sucking it between his lips with a greedy slurp.
Her hips bucked, legs shaking, toes curling tight. Her head thrashed against the pillow, lost in sensation.
Lucen moaned into her, tongue darting in and out, each lick more playful, more intense than the last. He fucked her with his tongue, lapping at every drop, savoring her as if he couldn't get enough.
He lifted his head just long enough to meet her eyes, a wicked grin on his face, lips and chin glistening with her wetness.
"Mother… you taste amazing," he teased, before diving back in.
He sucked on her clit, drawing it in and flicking his tongue fast, back and forth, sending shockwaves through her body.
Arwen's nails dug deep into the bedsheet, her knuckles white, hips writhing helplessly under his mouth.
She could only whimper, moan, and beg for more, voice breaking again and again.
"Please… Lucen, don't stop, please—!"
He didn't.
He moved faster, tongue pressing, circling, licking and sucking with wild, playful hunger.
Each sound from her mouth just made him bolder.
He spread her wider, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her open, showing her exactly who she belonged to.
Arwen's whole world narrowed to the wet, sinful heat of his mouth, the teasing strokes of his tongue, the deep, hungry groans vibrating against her clit.
She was close—so close—her body tightening, pleasure building, ready to break.
She couldn't believe it.
How is this even his first time? How does he know exactly what I need?
She let go, her voice rising in a high, helpless cry as Lucen sucked her clit and thrust his tongue deep, sending her crashing over the edge.
Lucen slowed his tongue, licking her only enough to keep her right on the edge—never letting her fall over, never giving her release.
Arwen was trembling, panting, her hips rolling into the empty air, desperate for more.
Then Lucen pulled back and sat up, hands going to his waist. He pulled his shirt off, then slid his pants down, cock springing out thick and hard, flushed and heavy.
Arwen's breath hitched—eyes glued to it, pupils blown wide. Her mouth dropped open, and for a second, she couldn't even breathe.
She stared, mind blank, heat surging through her veins.
Gods… how is he so big…? How… how's that supposed to fit…?
All she wanted was to feel him inside her, to be filled, to be claimed completely.
Lucen saw the look in her eyes and grinned, stroking his cock slowly.
"Want it, Mother?" he teased, voice husky, cock brushing against her thigh. "Say it."
She moaned, voice shaking. "Lucen… please… I need it, I need you, please…"
But instead of pushing inside, Lucen lined his cock up at her entrance, then slid the thick head up along her soaked slit—slow, teasing, rubbing right over her sensitive, swollen clit.
The feeling was too much.
The blunt, hot pressure of his cock, the slippery, heavy drag up and down her clit—
Arwen's whole body arched, toes curling, back lifting off the bed.
"L-Lucen—!"
Then it hit.
A violent, uncontrollable wave of pleasure exploded through her.
Her pussy spasmed, her legs snapped shut around him, her hips jerked upward.
And she squirted.
Hard.
Clear, hot liquid gushed out of her in sharp, shaking pulses, spraying his cock, her thighs, soaking the sheets. The sound was loud and wet—her body letting go completely, helpless, lost.
"Ah—! Gods—Lucen—!" she screamed, unable to control herself.
Her thighs shook, her hands grabbing anything she could—his shoulders, the bed, his arms—anything to anchor herself as her body shook and trembled and sprayed again and again.
It didn't stop. Each drag of his cock over her clit sent another spasm, another gush of hot, clear squirt across his cock and her stomach.
She gasped, whined, completely undone.
Lucen only grinned, rubbing her harder, drawing out every last shock, every last spurt, until she was left shuddering, soaking wet, legs shaking and mind completely gone.
She was still squirting, her body trembling with aftershocks, every inch of her skin flushed and oversensitive. Lucen didn't wait. He lined up, pressed the thick head of his cock right at her soaked entrance—
—and pushed all the way in, one deep, hungry thrust.
"Ah—! L-Lucen, I—!"
Her voice was cut off instantly, her words lost in a choking gasp as he stretched her open, thick cock forcing its way deep inside. Her body jerked, her hips leaping off the bed, eyes rolling up as he bottomed out in one go.
Her pussy clamped down tight around him—hot, slick, so tight it was almost impossible to believe. Lucen groaned out loud, hips flexing, hands grabbing her thighs and spreading her wider, grinding in as deep as he could go.
Fuck… she's so tight. How the hell—? Three kids, widowed for almost twenty years, and still this tight?
He couldn't help but thrust again, slow at first, letting her feel every inch. The squeeze was unreal, velvet and heat, every muscle inside her clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.
Arwen's mouth opened, but nothing came out but a broken, whimpering moan. Her words dissolved into gasps and half-formed pleas as he filled her again and again.
Each stroke made her pussy tighten even more, her body still spasming, sensitive from the violent orgasm. Her legs shook, her back arched, nails clawing at the sheets, at his arms, at anything she could grab.
Lucen drove into her, slow at first, letting her feel every stretch, every drag, every deep grind. Then he picked up the pace, hips snapping harder, cock pistoning in and out of her tight, dripping cunt.
The room filled with wet, lewd sounds—his cock plunging into her, her pussy squelching and gushing around him, her breathless cries cut off again and again by each thrust.
Her eyes rolled back, mouth slack, body shaking with every stroke.
She couldn't talk. Could barely breathe.
All she could do was moan and take it, over and over, lost in the pleasure and the heat and the feeling of finally, finally being filled.
Lucen gripped her hips tight, slamming into her over and over.
His cock pistoned in and out—hard, deep, every thrust shaking the whole bed.
Slap—slap—slap—slap—
Her pussy made messy, wet sounds, each thrust sending another gush of slick around his shaft.
Schlk—schlk—schlk—schlk—
Arwen's mouth dropped open, every breath a helpless moan.
"Ah—ah—ah—L-Lucen—ah—oh gods—don't stop—!"
He leaned over her, driving deeper, grinding his hips into her clit.
She screamed, nails clawing at his back, legs wrapping tight around his waist.
Slap—slap—slap—slap—
His cock was thick, stretching her wide, hitting deep with every thrust. She could feel every vein, every throb, every hard pulse as he pounded into her.
Her moans got louder, higher—wild, shameless, broken.
"F-fuck—Lucen—so big—ah—ah—ah—so deep—!"
Her pussy squeezed down, milking him, pulsing with every rough, hungry stroke.
Schlk—schlk—slap—slap—slap—
Lucen grunted, sweat dripping down his face as he fucked her faster, harder, chasing her next orgasm.
Her head thrashed, eyes rolled up, mouth wide open as the pleasure threatened to break her again.
"Ah—ah—ah—ah—!"
The bed rocked, the headboard banging against the wall in time with his thrusts.
Slap—slap—slap—schlk—slap—slap—
Arwen sobbed and screamed, body arching, pussy clenching tight around him.
"C-cumming—Lucen—I'm—ah—!"
Her body seized, cunt clamping down, squirting again as her orgasm crashed through her—violent, messy, unstoppable.
Lucen kept fucking her, never letting up, pounding into her even as she fell apart, every thrust wet and deep and perfect.
Slap—schlk—slap—schlk—slap—
Her moans, his groans, the wet, filthy sounds of fucking filled the room, nothing but heat and pleasure.