Wylas' Tale: More teasing over an unusual dinner

Dinner was a little later than an hour, but smelled fantastic. Wylas' sister Selesta settled across the table from him, her nose in a book she had picked up last week in town. She had read through it three times already, but getting new books was a rarity for the family and she seemed determined to completely wear it out before the month was through.

"Meat?" Wylas asked, surprised to see chops on a platter, "Where did we get meat from?" Even more surprising was that his mother looked like she was going to dish some out to herself. She, like most elves, ate meat only sparingly, if that. Last time she tried some she looked almost sick, and had only two bites before pushing it away.

"Oh... the goats' kids are growing so fast. We have more than enough, and since they've stopped taking milk having so many is more of a burden than it's worth." That was true, but Wylas was surprised nonetheless. He was usually the one to take care of any hunting or slaughtering around the farm since his father passed. Wylas tried to catch his sister's eye, to see if she was also puzzled like him, but Selesta's pretty, freckled face was buried in her book, her bright green eyes scanning the pages as she picked at her food absently with the fork in her other hand.

Wylas' curious musings were pushed away by much more interesting, forbidden thoughts; as his mother raised herself out of her seat and leaned over to him, serving him the meat. The dress she had changed into was one she had worn rarely since her husband's passing - it was low-cut with a partially laced front. Those laces were dangling, only partway done, and when she leaned over her firm, full breasts shifted slightly, dangling hypnotically for her young son. He could see right down her top, through the cleft of her breasts right to her stomach. Her nipples were only barely, teasingly covered, almost revealing themselves with each shift of Alisiyah's perfect body. Wylas was salivating, and it had nothing to do with the delicious food his mother had cooked for him.

"Isn't two better than just one?" Wylas tore his eyes away from his mother's cleavage. He had been staring, it couldn't have been more obvious, and he forced his eyes to meet her face appropriately. "Two of them? Isn't that better than just one?" Her eyes were twinkling.

"H-huh? W-what do you mean?" Wylas glanced over to Selesta nervously, as if she might know what he had seen before... and what was dangling in front of him now.

"Would you like two, silly?" Alisiyah's eyes glanced downward. Wylas had completely forgotten about the platter of meat. His mother had already served him one chop. He nodded more fervently than necessary, trying to keep his eyes down on his plate.

"Y-yeah, I'd like two..." He was stuttering, his hands were sweating. How could he say anything, think anything, without it being awkward? His mother must know... right?

This was all on purpose. It had to be. But why? Or was it him? Was he really overthinking things? His pants were tenting uncomfortably under the table, from looking down his own mother's dress. What was wrong with him?

His mother leaned over even lower, dishing out a second chop. This time Wylas couldn't keep his eyes away, and stared, slack-jawed. He could definitely see her nipples, and furthermore, in the dim recesses, deep down past her stomach, he could see the subtle cleft of where his mother's bare, pantiless womanhood started in between her legs. Smooth, feminine skin stared at him, more than he had ever seen in his life. His breathing stopped. Elves had no body hair, including pubic hair. His own lack of hair attested to that. It was dark under his mother's dress, but he was sure he was seeing the start of his mother's bare nether lips.

He almost flinched when his mother touched his face, and again Wylas jerked his eyes away from the show. "Of course you can have two, sweetie. You can have whatever you want..." His mother, exposed to his eyes only, caressed his face sweetly. There could be no mistaking it, or the painful swelling in his crotch. What was going on here? Wylas almost groaned out loud in frustrated, confused lust.

The dinner went on uneventfully, with a smattering of polite conversation about the day's events. Wylas' erection would not go down, and he kept looking over at his mother's chest. It still showed cleavage but nothing like what he had seen staring straight down the front. But... he shouldn't even want to see that! Shouldn't even be looking now, or having these perverted urges! Why was his mother doing this?

Finally the meal concluded, and the family began clearing the table. All except Wylas, who didn't want to get up with his uncomfortable, unnaturally gained hard-on.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll get your dishes." His mother said brightly, sweetly to him. She winked. She knew.

"You baby him too much," Selesta muttered absently, a good chunk farther through her book, reading even as she cleaned up.

"Who would like some wine?"

"Wine?" Selesta put down the book for the first time all evening. "What's the special occasion?"

The family made its own sweet dessert wine out of wild berries. It wasn't very refined, and they didn't usually get much - only enough for a few holidays through the year, birthdays, and for when they rarely hosted guests. Wylas didn't particularly care for the sweet stuff, but he typically liked the buzz it gave him just fine. He knew that Selesta loved any chance she got to drink it, and his mother liked it too.

"Oh... I just found an interesting seed when I was collecting plants today. If I can get it to take, I think it might help us really improve things around here."

"That's great, Mom." Selesta had her own interest in her mother's hobby and business of gathering and refining herbs for medicine. She also wasn't likely to argue against an excuse that would allow her to drink some wine.

The wine was apparently too much for Selesta, though. She immediately began yawning after sipping it, and took the rest down quickly before slumping off upstairs, suddenly exhausted.

Wylas took the first chance he got, when his mother went to the kitchen for a moment, to slink upstairs without her beautiful green eyes on him... or his still-tented pants. His hardness only seemed to have gotten worse since drinking the wine. "Good night," he called down to her before collapsing face-down on the bed, humping it slightly.