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The bath tub in the Mathieu household is modest. It is on the small side, its aging porcelain slightly chipped in one corner. The faucet only runs hot water sometimes, if they are lucky, and it has belonged to the Mathieus' house for many, many years.
Alastor is seated in the tub now, naked as the day he was born, relishing the cool water as a much needed reprieve from New Orleans' oppressive heat. He leans forward against the lip of the tup, his head resting lazily on his crossed arms, watching his Maman ready herself to join him.
She's wearing only a thin white robe, tied loosely around her slim waist. Alastor cannot help but stare as she sorts out her various bottles, takes her razor out of its case. Her skin is darker in the summer and despite all her hours doing hard work and her unpleasant marriage to an unpleasant man, Adrienne Mathieu glows.
She is undeniably, unfathomably beautiful.
Her long, tight curls are strung up in a loose bun, and Alastor ogles the bare back of her neck shamelessly. Just as he ogles her bare shoulders as her robe slips down her back. She's undressing, taking her time, letting the fabric caress her skin as her back is exposed inch by inch.
The robe drops, and Alastor admires the curves of her ass and thighs. Her hips are wide, her waist small, but graced with a healthy layer of fat and decorated with pretty stretch marks. Evidence of motherhood. Sexy.
Sometimes Alastor wonders if she ever anticipated what their relationship would become. He didn't, not really. He has always loved his mother, certainly, but he was 17 when he began to think of her sexually. It wasn't until he turned 20 that his mother finally noticed and… reciprocated those feelings.
She loves him dearly, always has, and now… well, now that love manifests as something different. Something they can tell no one. Is it really so wrong, Alastor's devotion to his Maman? Maybe. Alastor doesn't really care. What do morals or ethics matter in the face of love? Real, true, genuine, unshakeable love.
Alastor is willing to keep hiding, even though he wants to shout his obsession from the rooftops, tell everyone he meets about his wonderful, perfect mother and how in love he is. He will keep it hidden because to fail to do so will mean the end of their relationship, and that is untenable. Nothing matters more than this. These aching, intimate moments with just Alastor and his Maman.
Maman turns, still not quite paying attention as she gathers her shaving kit. It's a small thing, full of well-cared-for tools and straight razors. Alastor admires her body. The slight pudge of her tummy, the stretch marks on her waist and thighs. Her breasts, large and soft and plush, with warm brown nipples, not hardened yet, but Alastor intends to correct that. Her cunt, between thick, soft thighs.
Maman shaves in the summer, to stave off the heat just a little more. She's put it off a bit, so her pubic hair has grown just enough to start curling, framing her labia. Alastor doesn't much care how she presents her pussy, but he does love this particular routine.
Maman comes to sit on the lip of the tub, which is just wide enough to serve as a seat. Her feet dip into the soapy water on either side of Alastor's body, and she sighs in relief.
Alastor smiles softly at her, and she smiles back.
"Are you ready, ?" She questions, and offers Alastor the shaving cream and a straight razor.
Alastor takes them from her and sets about preparing the shaving cream. These sessions are so intimate, and Alastor treasures every moment of them, every time they happen. He dips his hand into the water and scoops it up to wet Maman's cunt just a bit. She shivers when the cool water makes contact with her pussy, but she doesn't complain. If anything, she relaxes further, staring down at her son with warmth in her eyes.
Alastor kisses her inner thighs gently as he scoops the foamy cream into his hand and spreads it around Maman's pubis. He makes sure to cover every inch where hair grows, and teasingly brushes against her clit as he does.
She huffs, smiling down at him, "now don't get cheeky, boy. You've got a job to do, your appetites will have to wait."
"Yes, Maman," Alastor sighs. He doesn't mind. This next bit is just as stimulating. He leans in close. So close. So his Maman's cunt is in perfect detail. He raises the straight razor and Maman spreads her legs wide to give him plenty of room.
Then his work begins. Alastor takes the straight razor to her pubic mound and slowly, precisely begins to shave away the hairs. One gentle stroke at a time, focused intently so that he doesn't cut her.
Maman watches him with loving eyes. She trusts him. Alastor loves that. His cock is beginning to fill, twitching at the mere thought of her unending trust in him, and the intimacy of shaving his mother's cunt.
Another stroke, another clean line where no hair remains. Alastor takes pride in this, as he does with all tasks his mother trusts him with. He leans in close, makes sure to slice away each and every hair, careful and meticulous. He uses his free hand to spread her pussy apart, get at every hair on her outer labia. He shaves until all the shaving cream is gone, washed away with the hair.
When it is done, Maman's cunt is completely clean shaven. Alastor closes the straight razor and places it gently back in the basket it belongs in. He leans in close and presses a sweet kiss to the very top of Maman's pussy, right where her clitoral hood begins.
"Oh Darling, you did wonderful as always. I feel so clean," she praises, and Alastor bites back a moan. He hardly even realized it as he was working, but his cock his hard, leaking precum into the soapy, foamy water.
Maman gestures for Alastor to move, so he does. He reclines in the tub and watches as Maman slips in above him, her body making the water level rise. She straddles his hips, and settles so that the length of Alastor's cock is pressed up against her folds. Her pussy parts around the hot, hard length, open wide as she grinds against him.
Alastor gasps and his hands grip desperately at her hips.
Maman grabs his wrists, "now now, my love, I can hardly wash your hair properly with you holding me so tight. Hands on the sides of the tub, and do not move them, understand?"
Alastor grips the sides of the tub tightly, his head bowed in apology for grabbing without permission. Maman hums lightly, her voice echoing through their small bathroom. She takes a cup from the side of the tub and pours it over Alastor's head, letting the water soak into his curls.
She does this a few times, and every time she shifts, her cunt grinds against Alastor's cock. He grips the tub until his knuckes whiten in an effort to stave off the involuntary twitches her grinding is eliciting.
"Maman…" Alastor mumbles.
She chuckles, "what am I going to do with you, huh? A grown man ought to know how to sit still, didn't you know?"
Alastor whines. His cock is aching, hot and hard against his mother's pussy. He can feel how her pussy is drooling, a heady slickness that gets swept away by the water.
She takes pity on him, "okay, Dear, how about this…"
Maman sits up. She grasps Alastor's cock and gently guides the throbbing length into her cunt. Alastor gasps and tosses his head back as he is enveloped in Maman's tight, soft heat. Her walls flutter around him, and he whimpers.
She doesn't move, though. She simply sinks to the bottom and stays there, with Alastor's cock buried deep inside her cunt. Another desperate whine.
She hushes him, "now now, you wait until I'm done here, you hear? If you can't keep your mouth quiet, busy it with somethin' else."
She gestures to her tits, and Alastor lunges eagerly forward. The angle is weird, Alastor has to hunch a little to reach them, but he eagerly takes her nipple into his wide-open mouth. He sucks as much of her breast in as he can, his tongue laving over Maman's flesh.
She sighs and pets his wet hair, her cunt clenching around her son's cock, "there you go, Love. Now be good while I wash your hair."
Alastor is content, even being teased as he is. He's in a luxuriously soapy, bubbly bath with his Maman. His cock is hard and ready and lodged deep in her pussy. His mouth is on one of her large breasts, and his hands are dutifully where she told him to put them. Maman's hands are in his hair and against his scalp, massaging in the shampoo.
If Alastor died now, he would die happy.
He moans quietly when Maman moves to rinse him.
Then conditioner. She massages it into his hair and takes her time caring for each curly lock. Alastor laves his tongue over her nipple, enjoying how it hardens in his mouth.
Maman gently scratches the back of his neck, his shoulders. She rubs and massages and relaxes tense muscles as she waits for the conditioner to set. Her cunt flutters around him, and he tries to hold back a whine, but is only half successful.
She coos gently, "now now, Baby, we're almost done."
She rinses away the conditioner. Then she massages oils into the strands of his hair, leaving them both smelling sweet and floral. Alastor breathes through his nose as he waits.
Then, Maman finally pushes him back from her chest and makes him lean back against the tub's wall.
She looks him over and then nods, satisfied.
"Okay, Baby. You did so well. Take your prize, won't you?"
Alastor does not need to be told twice. His hands eagerly grope at his Maman's waist and he lifts her up, only to thrust his hups upward brutally. She gasps, a high-pitched moan bursting from her throat.
Alastor can't hold back, not even if he wanted to. His hips move almost of their own accord, thrusting up into his mother's tight cunt with astonishing speed. He groans and grunts and whines. He looks pathetic, he knows. He is pathetic. But only for Maman, and Maman loves him so dearly that he can't bring himself to mind.
His cock throbs inside her. Alastor watches, beneath lowered lids, the way his mother's body arches and moves as he fucks her hard. Her tits bounce with every savage thrust. Her thighs ripple. The muscles of her abdomen jump in an involuntary reaction to the pleasure Alastor gives her.
She tosses her head back and moans, ignoring the way her hair is starting to fall out of its bun.
"Ah! Oh, god, Alastor! Always fuck me so good. Make me feel so good. Yes!" She cries.
Alastor snarls and fucks her deeper, harder, slamming into her precious, perfect cunt. He wants, one day, to fuck her when his father is home. He wants to make her scream like this, lay claim to her, while his disgusting, bastard father has to hear it. He wants to prove who between them is the better man by fucking his mother so well she screams and squirts. Alastor wants to show his father exactly how much better than him he is.
Maman moans whorishly and it's beautiful. She's always beautiful, of course, but never more than when she lets Alastor pleasure her. Alastor whines, pleasure building up in his gut. Maman puts a hand between her legs to start touching herself. She rubs her clit quickly, pleasuring the little nub as her son fucks up into her.
The bath splashes everywhere, the sound of water sloshing and their combined moans echoing in the bathroom. Maman is tightening up, her cunt rippling around Alastor's cock. She's going to cum.
Alastor is about to make his mother cum and that fact alone is enough to push him right up to the edge. She shouts, "ah! Alastor! Oh god, yes!"
Maman rubs her clit and moans and screams and she orgasms hard around Alastor's thrusting cock. The feeling of his mother's cunt squeezing him so tight sends Alastor hurtling over the edge. His cock jumps and pulses and he moans gutturally as he empties his balls into his mother's perfect cunt. Her pussy squeezes and flutters and milks him for all he's worth.
They lay together for a while, Alastor's cock softening inside his mother. She sings to him, soft little lullabies as she kisses his cheeks and neck.
Alastor nearly falls asleep.
But then Maman is kissing his mouth deeply, cradling his jaw to hold him still as she invades his mouth with her tongue. Alastor moans and reciprocates, always happy to receive his mother's love.
She pulls away and sits up, stretching like a satisfied cat. She extracts herself from Alastor's cock, and when she stands, thick globs of Alastor's cum leak from her hole and down her thigh. Alastor watches hungrily, his cock already twitching for more. Her smooth-shaven pussy is too inviting to pass up, but Maman is already stepping out of the bath.
Alastor looks at her, "you don't want to clean up? Father will be home soon for dinner…"
She steps into a pair of panties and then a skirt, "no, I should like to leave it there a while. If he sees it I'll tell your father it's his from this morning."
Alastor growls. Part of him loves the idea of his mother eating dinner and going to bed next to his father with his cum sloshing around in her cunt and dripping down her thighs. The other part of him is rioting that his father won't be any wiser, may even think it belongs to him, the semen warming his mother's pussy.
Still, even this is a gift. Alastor will know. He will know that his mother is playing pretend at loving her husband throughout dinner and bedtime, while her son's cum is warm and sticky in her cunt.
She's dressed and ready just in time for the door downstairs to jiggle open. She kisses Alastor's lips one last time and then ventures down to greet her husband.
Alastor cleans up, gets dressed, and then joins his parents for dinner.