Rex's mother finally gets through to him

“Do you think she’s lost interest in me?”

Bellsi carefully lifts her lips off of her son’s magnificent rod, studying his face.

It's the next morning, just before sunrise. Another night has passed since Rexus returned from his date with the Vandis girl, and his mother is beginning to worry.

The first time he brought her up, Bellsi had to hide her amused smile at the lack of composure her normally-confident son displayed. To her delight, he started demanding her body more frequently in order to calm himself. But their pre-, post-, and mid-coital conversations keep returning to the subject of his date with Irelya, and Bellsi's jealousy grows every time the girl is mentioned.

Even now, with Bellsi nude and kneeling between his legs, Rex's mind is on Irelya.

“If I were in her shoes, I'd be looking forward to meeting again,” the pregnant elf answers calmly, swallowing the negative emotions welling up within her after a brief bout of internal struggle. Jealous or not, her son needs guidance.

Bellsi's free hand caresses the large bump on her stomach... The sign of her son’s love for her. Feeling reassured by her unborn child's very existence, she continues: “When your father first started courting me, we tried to spend as much time together as possible. We skipped class, stayed out after curfew--We were inseparable! But he was the one who usually took the lead.”

Rex frowns as his unsettling nervousness grows. Why does nobody seem to understand? I can’t just ask her out again... Can I?

“... I mean, she’s just so... Wonderful. Why would she wait for me?”

Bellsi slowly strokes the massive phallus before her. On any other day, Rex would’ve surely taken her hair into his hands and starting ramming it down her throat... But it seems this case of love-sickness is quite severe.

“Darling, I'm willing to wager that after your date, Irelya knows you fancy her,” she says, smiling a little. Her son has nearly always done whatever he pleased, and so she appreciates being relied upon for advice. “You said that she’s a rather guarded individual... Isn’t it possible that she’s just as worried as you are?”

Bellsi resists the urge to roll her eyes at the look of disbelief her son gives her.

“I think she’s waiting for you to ask,” she adds a little impatiently, before returning to her usual calm demeanor. “Be confident, Rexus. The longer you wait, the more insecure you will feel.”

“Maybe... Maybe you’re right.” A look of hope crosses Rex's face, and Bellsi’s heart melts. She plants a kiss on his swollen glans.

“Her mother asked you to be considerate, too.” Bellsi’s free hand finds its way between her legs as she pictures her son together with the elder Vandis. “Think about it, sweetheart. You can’t hurt Irelya if she doesn’t care about you; I think her mother was giving you a hint, rather than a warning.”

“Hm. I forgot about that.”

Bellsi’s smile widens as Rex gently removes her hand from his cock, pulling her to her feet. She lets him lead her back toward the bed, and he gently pushes her onto it.

“I’m always here to help, if you need anything.” Bellsi chews on her lip as she watches her son crawl beneath the blanket and out of her sight. A moment later, she feels his breath between her legs. Then his tongue graces her pussy, lapping greedily. She's already wet, and after a few seconds of Rex's skilled treatment she's squirming and gasping aloud.

"Gmph... Hm?" Bacchus sits up, his slumber ended by the rocking of the bed and his wife's moaning. "Good morning to you, my love... Oh? And to you, Rexus. Back for more?"

"Morning," a muffled voice says. Then the blanket shifts, and Rex pops up beside his mother's panting face. "I never left. I needed mother's body, but also her advice... I still do, actually, if you don't mind?"

"Mm, of course," Bacchus grunts. Yawning, he lies down to try and get some more sleep while his wife and son make love less than a foot away.

Rex returns his attention to Bellsi, placing his swollen cockhead against her pussy. "What you say makes sense, Mother. I need to be confident--To let her know what I feel. I can't go on living with this... Uncertainty."

Bellsi feels her son lift his hand from her hip and grab hold of her breast. Then his lips are at her ear, kissing it gently... He's not even inside yet, and it already feels so different from the sex they had merely an hour ago. With his fears momentarily dispelled, Rex's lust is once again in control of his actions; finally, he’s back to his usual demanding and careless self.

"Thank you, Mother," he grunts, sliding his cock inside. "Even though I’m not your flesh and blood, you’ve always made me feel loved and wanted.” Bellsi’s world spins as her son whispers into her ear, the joy in her heart more striking than any physical pleasure. “I love you.”

She squeaks and tenses up as an orgasm rolls through her body, a climactic finish to a troubled morning... But Rex’s hips are just beginning to pick up speed. Covering his hand with hers, she recalls the words she had meant to say before he interrupted her. She pushes his hand down until it’s resting on her bloated belly.

“Your father may be my first love, and my devoted husband,” Bellsi sighs, as her son slowly loses himself to his intense lust. “But ever since you came into my life, I’ve only been yours.”

“Once I sort things out with Ireya, we’ll do this more often,” Rex responds, pleased by her words. His increasingly-rough thrusts are shaking the bed, though Bacchus seems to be sleeping through it anyway. “I can’t wait to breed you again... I hope all of our children look like you.”

"On that, we disagree," Bellsi gasps, stroking her adopted son's cheek as he continues thrusting. "The more human, the better. The more you, the better."

"I suppose I could have elven children with Irelya," Rex muses, before snapping back to reality. "Um... I mean... S-someday. Maybe." Blushing fiercely, he buries his head between his mother's soft breasts.

She merely giggles in reply, holding Rexus close. As he pumps his hips, faster and faster with each passing second, she strokes his hair and hums a lullaby.

"You're close," she whispers after a while; it's a statement, not a question. She's had plenty of time to learn the rhythms of her son's lovemaking. "Will you give me your seed? Will you breed your dear mother?"

"Hm? You know I can't--"

The moment his head rises from her cleavage, she pushes it back in. "Try... God, yes, please--"

Then they both go silent, locked in the throes of a shared orgasm. The only sound is Bacchus snoring: the elven man lets out a snort as his wife's twitching leg flops against his thigh.