Capt's bathroom was so foggy that you could bite on the steam.
I enjoy the humidity. It reminds me of the community tubs on the Jupiter colony, where the air was thick with the stench of sulfur and lavender.
As a Wif, I appreciate humidity for my ears. It keeps the fur soft. I walked in without knocking. Mothers don't have to knock, do they? Especially not when their youngsters are suffering, and Capt, despite being the captain and an Inquor, is still a kid.
My kid. Well, not biologically, of course. Fluffy... My Little Xecta, is my only biological child.
But...
The moment Capt took me in the minute he saw value in a forty-eight-year-old retired Melito rather than expiration dates. He stood beneath the shower spray, his face pressed against the cold metal tiles of the wall. The water flowed hot down his broad back, sculpting the muscles that bear the burden of the whole world.
He didn't turn around as I walked in.
"Iya, go away!" His voice was muffled by the water. "I am not in the mood for a lecture."
"It's not Vice, sweetheart," I whispered, letting my robe fall to the ground. "It's Mommy..."
Capt stiffened.
He turned slowly, with water dripping from his nose. His eyes were red. I guessed that it wasn't from the water, but from shame. He noticed my... big breasts that had nursed Fluffy, broad hips, and white rabbit ears quivering in the steam.
"Mira," he said, wiping his face. "I... I am unable to do so right now. I just did... something."
"I know." I stepped into the shower cubicle with him. It was large, meant for two...or three, depending on Capt's schedule. "I saw your face in the hallway. You seemed like a kid who had shattered his neighbor's window."
"Worse." He looked down. "I'm... I'm doing it with Arala."
I reached out and lowered the water temperature just a notch. Too much heat is harmful for the skin. I grabbed the sponge and soap, which was red sandalwood flavored and my favorite.
"Turn around," I ordered softly.
He complied. He always listens to me in the restroom. It's our tradition.
"Capt... Honey." I was lathering his back, my fingers digging into the knots in his shoulders. "You are thinking as an Earthling from the twenty-first century. You must think like a Wif."
"I don't have bunny ears, Mira," he remarked.
"No, but you have a Wif's heart." I soothed him by moving the sponge down to his lower back.
"In my culture, family is everything. We survive because we share. Everything. Love, food, warmth... bodies. Incest is a word that people invented to control gene pools that no longer exist. We do whatever it takes to survive. If a brother needs to console a sister, he does. If a son needs to console his mother..." I left the statement hanging in the air.
I pressed my chest against his sudsy back, wrapping my arms around his waist. I felt him stiffen before relax. My nipples tightened as his skin brushed against them.
"She needed it, Capt." I gently nipped his lobe. "And you needed it. Do not allow remorse to spoil your enjoyment. Pleasure is energy. Guilt is merely a leak in the gas tank."
"You always know what to say, don't you?" He turned in my arms. His penis was soft and rested on his thigh.
He appeared weary.
I smiled and reached up to brush the damp hair from his eyes, telling him that I was a mother. It is my responsibility. I kissed him. It wasn't a sexual kiss, at least not at first. It was a kiss of forgiveness. Soft, lingering, and tasting of water and salt, but then, as Capt. always does, sparked something. His hand caressed my waist, clutching the soft flesh there. I deepened the kiss, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth.
"Let Mommy take care of you." I spoke towards his lips. "Allow me to wash away your guilt."
I got on my knees. The water fell on us. I took his soft member in my hand. It was thick and heavy. Even when flaccid, it was remarkable. I started stroking him, using the soap as lubricant. I glanced up at him, establishing eye contact.
"You're a decent guy, Captain." I put him in my mouth.
He groaned as his hands became entangled with my rabbit ears. I know some people find it odd to treat him like a baby one minute and a lover the next. However, that's the Feltish. That's how my Melios works. The Graviton power I wield... It needs a primitive bond.
Nurturing.
I need to feel like I am generating life, even if I am just draining him. I worked him slowly, savoring the flavor. He started to harden. Of course he did. He's an Inquor. His recovery time is non-existent. In a matter of seconds, he had a full erection, throbbing against my tongue.
"Mira," he gasped. "You're too good at this."
I withdrew with a grin. Years of practice, sweetheart. Now, elevate me.
He gripped me by the arms and raised me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed against the chilly tiles. He stood in front of my entrance. I was already wet. I am always wet for him. He slid inside me.
Oh, that feeling. It never gets old. The feeling of being full, of being stretched. It's like coming home.
It felt like I was waiting for my deceased husband to return home, and Fluffy, who was still a newborn, was sleeping. When he returned home, he kissed me right away. It made me feel as if I was flying in nirvana.
Until...
Well, you know, he had sex with me until I could barely stand. To be honest, Capt was a beast during sex, but it felt more wonderful than when I did it with my late husband.
Ah... Come on.
Now, it is your responsibility to do more than just sit here. Hurry up and turn the page! I can't wait for Capt's penis to enter me.