They emerged from the training area, their bodies glistening with sweat and exertion. The path to the bathhouse was lined with lush greenery and the soft murmur of a nearby stream, creating a tranquil atmosphere that contrasted with the intensity of their training.
As they approached the bathhouse, they were greeted by a group of maids, their faces adorned with welcoming smiles. Venelana, however, waved them off with a gentle yet firm gesture, her eyes never leaving Sirzechs.
"Thank you, but we'll manage on our own," she said, her voice carrying a note of finality. The maids bowed respectfully and retreated, leaving them in privacy.
Venelana turned to Sirzechs, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and tenderness, a slow, seductive smile playing on her lips. She began to undress, her movements deliberate and teasing, each piece of clothing falling to the floor like a petal from a blooming flower, revealing more of her alluring form with each passing moment.
First, she reached for the sash of her outer gown, the deep crimson silk shimmering in the soft light. She untied it slowly, the knot giving way with a gentle tug. The robe fell open, revealing glimpses of the elegant white tunic beneath. She let the gown slide off her shoulders, the silk pooling at her feet in a cascade of color, leaving her standing before him in her simple yet alluring undergarments.
Her hands then moved to the hem of her tunic, her fingers tracing the edge teasingly. She lifted the tunic slowly, inch by inch, revealing her smooth, flawless skin. The fabric caught on her hips for a moment, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her curves before she pulled it over her head, tossing it aside with a playful flick of her wrist.
Her breasts, full and round, spilled out of the confines of her bra, the nipples already hard and begging for attention. She reached behind her back, her fingers deftly unhooking her bra. She let it fall, the straps sliding down her arms, her breasts bouncing free, her nipples erect and inviting. Her eyes never left Sirzechs, her gaze intense and teasing, a silent invitation to watch and desire.
Her hands then moved to her hips, where she slowly unbuttoned her pants, each button giving way with a soft click. She pushed the pants down her long, shapely legs, the fabric sliding over her skin like a caress. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, leaving her standing before him, completely naked and unashamed.
Her body was a masterpiece, every curve and line a testament to her beauty. She turned slowly, giving him a teasing glimpse of her firm, round ass, her hips swaying gently with each movement. She faced him again, a playful smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire and amusement.
"Like what you see, my dear?" she purred, her voice a soft whisper, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one.
"Your turn," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. She approached him, her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt. It fell to the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. She ran her hands over his chest, her touch sending jolts of sensation through his body. She leaned in, her breath blowing against his ear as she whispered, "Let's go to the bath."
The bathhouse was a vision of opulence and tranquility. The room was large, with high ceilings and intricate carvings adorning the walls. At the center stood a massive, sunken bathtub, filled with steaming, fragrant water. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and jasmine, creating a soothing, sensual atmosphere.
Venelana began to wash herself, her movements slow and sensual, a dance of desire and self-discovery. She took a soft, fragrant sponge, the scent of lavender and jasmine wafting through the air as she dipped it into the warm, inviting water. She ran the sponge over her body, the water beading on her skin, highlighting the curves and valleys of her form, each drop a testament to her allure.
Her hands moved with purpose and pleasure, cupping and massaging her breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples in slow, deliberate motions. The sensitive peaks hardened under her touch, standing erect and begging for more. She bit her lip, a soft sigh escaping her as she continued her exploration, her body responding to her own touch with a mix of tenderness and urgency.
Her other hand trailed down her stomach, her fingers tracing the delicate lines of her hips, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She teased herself, her touch light and feathery, drawing out the anticipation. Her fingers slipped between her folds, the water mingling with her own wetness, her hips lifting slightly as she pleasured herself.
Sirzechs watched, his breath hitching in his throat, his eyes locked on her every movement. The sight of her touching herself, her body flushed and responsive, sent waves of desire coursing through him. Her fingers moved with skill and intention, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both primal and beautiful.
She looked at him, her eyes glazed over, her pupils dilated with need. She beckoned him closer, her voice a sultry whisper, "Come here, my dear."
He moved to her, the water lapping at his skin, his body already responding to her proximity. She took the sponge from him, her hands running it over his body, her touch sending jolts of sensation through him. She washed him thoroughly, her hands exploring every inch of his skin, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the sensitive spots that made him gasp and shiver.
Her touch was both soothing and arousing, a contradiction that left him yearning for more. She paid special attention to his chest, her hands cupping and massaging, her fingers teasing his nipples until they were hard and erect. She trailed her hands down his stomach, her fingers dipping below the water, exploring the length of his member, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him.
The water, the scent, the touch, all combined to create a symphony of sensation, a dance of desire that left him breathless and wanting. She washed him with a tenderness that spoke of love and a tenderness, her hands and the sponge a tool of pleasure and exploration.
Venelana stepped into the bath first, her body sinking into the water with a soft sigh. She beckoned Sirzechs to join her, her eyes never leaving his. He climbed in, the warm water enveloping him, relaxing his muscles and soothing his aches.
He relaxed fully, his body yielding to her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. She gave him a soft, loving peck on the lips before lifting him up, positioning him on her lap. His back rested against her chest, his head nestled between her breasts, her nipples brushing against his cheek. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and innocent, a question in his gaze.
"Can I suck on your tits, Mother?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Venelana chuckled softly, her hand stroking his hair encouragingly. "Of course, my dear. They're yours to suck on whenever you want. They're your mother's tits, after all."
She lifted him, turning him to face her, and guided his head to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, drawing a moan from her. She bit her lip, her eyes glazing over as he sucked and nipped, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading and teasing.
Her free hand trailed down her body, her fingers slipping into her inner thighs, rubbing and circling around her pussy. Her hips lifted, her body moving in sync with his sucking, her faint moans growing louder despite her efforts to muffle them. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to muffle her moans, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.
Sirzechs, encouraged by her reactions, sucked harder, his hands exploring her body, his fingers teasing her nipples. Venelana's hand moved faster, her fingers plunging into her wet, eager pussy, her moans filling the air, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Her body tensed, her inner muscles clenching as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her son's sucking and her own fingers pushing her over the edge.