It took two nights to circumvent the hostile area. They were attacked again, but their experience served to dispatch the flying, bloodsucking creatures without serious injury to themselves. After the attack, they gorged themselves on those who would drink their fluids! Anipa had identified the edible parts of the bodies, and everyone was full when the sun rose and heated the land again. They took shelter behind a massive boulder.
Dagok, during his rest, found that his full belly and quenched thirst allowed his sense of victory to blossom in his groin. His cock bulged obscenely behind his loincloth. He studied the form of his resting mother. Anipa slept like the dead, his earlier wounds healing slowly. Lyvelle frowned at but petted her husband's long hair.
She was nearly too beautiful to behold in Dagok's aroused mind.
Dagok tried to ignore his arousal, but the sight of his mother's loving touch on his father's hair only made his cock throb deeper. Her beauty was a struggling flower in the harsh conditions of the wasteland. His thoughts recalled her body beneath him as he drove his wedge between her strong thighs.
"Mother..." He said, his voice filled with longing.
At Dagok's strained voice, Lyvelle saw his state. Her head gave a disappointed shake but she pointed to the edge of the boulder's shade and stood quietly. Dagok's mother walked into the harsh sunlight and around the boulder, indicating that he should follow.
Dagok followed his mother, his heart racing. He tried to keep his eyes on the horizon, but they were drawn to her swaying hips and the way the sun played off her skin.
"The sun is difficult for me, Mother." He blinked, but his voice filled with hope as he stepped around the boulder. He longed for the cool shade of trees and the sweet smell of flowers. His skin bristled in the uncomfortable warmth.
"Come, Dagok." Lyvelle sank to her knees on the hot dirt. She held out her hands at the height of his waist. "Let us talk again about finding the balance you need. Tell me what you're feeling. You are shy about this, and yet you are fearless in battle."
Dagok's cock was straining against his loincloth, but he tried to keep his focus on his mother's words.
"Mother, I fear that my Orcish nature will consume me. That I will be nothing but a beast, a mindless creature of lust and violence." He walked up to her.
Lyvelle moved her son's loincloth aside and grasped his large erection. "My son, you have the knowledge and wisdom of our Elven community, therefore you are far from mindless, though you are also Orc born and bred." She stroked the great, green tinged phallus, and her mouth opened slightly. "There is nothing evil about your nature, only in how you express it. That is your challenge, Dagok, to accept your feelings and harness them." Again she asked him what he was feeling. She licked the head of his mighty Orc cock.
Dagok felt his mother's gentle touch on his cock and tried to form words through his haze of desire.
"Mother, I feel- I feel - powerful, but also afraid of hurting you." He whispered, his voice filled with fear and longing. "I want to be close to you, to feel your warmth around me."
"I accept the wounds from your pursuit, as the only woman who can guide you as your body matures." She sucked the tip briefly. "You are making progress. You have hurt me less than you've hurt your father. Let us hope he will sleep through this moment."
Lyvelle licked her son's great length, fondled his plum sized balls, and rubbed his anus between muscular cheeks. "Now ride your desires, command them, find yourself in the flow and nudge its course at will." She took several inches of his prick into her mouth and worked her lips up and down them.
Dagok groaned with pleasure. He tried to focus on his mother's words, to find that balance. He felt his body respond to her touch, his cock swelling even further.
"Mother, I will try." He said, his voice strained.
He watched her slurp and lick his shaft, feeling the warmth of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue. He tried to remain still, to let her guide him.
She had learned how her son responded to different kinds of stimulation. She applied firm sucking to his cock head and slow strokes with a clenched hand while fondling his balls almost teasing them. Lyvelle thought, "Ride the pleasure, Son. Master it like a beast of burden instead of fighting it like a monster." She took a moment to tell him before sucking his dark prick back into her mouth!
Dagok felt his mother's warm, wet mouth on his cock, and his thoughts were lost to the sensation. "Mother, I feel- I feel-"
He could not find the words as his body took over. His hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He tried to keep his movements slow, to not overwhelm her, but the intensity of his desire threatened to consume him.
When her son wrested control, following his natural, intense arousal, Lyvelle found herself wanting to be joined upon his shaft. Her pussy wept to feel that intensity once again. However, she took her own counsel and rode the desire welling from her loins, however frustrated it would be after her son had used her.
She wished she could tell him how to flow with his lust instead of fighting it, but he was thrusting into her face too rapidly, driving for a quick conclusion. Her hands dropped away from his genitals, and she slapped a slightly lower rhythm against his hips. Will he understand?
Dagok felt his mother's rhythm and tried to match it. He felt his orgasm building, his body straining for release.
"Mother, I'm near to finishing." His lungs panted using his mother's rhythm, and somehow he managed to slow his strokes into her thin but crammed mouth until his breath and her slaps and his bucking pelvis matched. For a moment he felt like he was standing on a precipice, able to choose his descent.
A last, abrupt lunge buried his cock deep into her gullet! Pleasure exploded up his spine. Dagok threw his head back and opened his mouth, but he limited his roar. His cock burst cum into her mouth, his body shaking with the power of his climax. He heard her choke and gag and watched her frantic gulps! Lust and love fueled his outcry, "MOTHER!"
When her son pulled his thick phallus from her throat, she coughed and gagged which she had been prepared for and worse, but her son seemed to take the lesson to heart. Lyvelle heaved air in and out of her lungs, speaking in fits and starts. "You can do it, my son. Perhaps you begin to understand."
She blushed looking up at Dagok, the sun nearly blinding her. She wished she could be alone with her fingers or sneak into her husband's bedroll. Instead she stood and nodded at her son before returning to the shade and looking after Anipa.
Dagok watched his mother return to his father, his chest heaving from the effort of riding his orgasm.
He adjusted his loincloth and joined her in the shade, his mind racing with the lesson she had taught him. He tried to focus on the journey ahead, but the feeling of her mouth around his cock lingered. He drank copiously from a water skin, draining it.
"You shame, me wife." Anipa whispered to Lyvelle when she returned.
"That is not my purpose, Husband." She replied, but that was all she could say about the matter before their son returned to the shade.
When darkness came again, Anipa assessed their situation. "We have water for one, maybe two days. We can see the foothills, but they may still be three or four away."
"We can make it, my dear." Lyvelle assured the males. She continued to lead them through the wasteland.
