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"Mom - fuck-"

"My, oh my. Do you want to?" The sensation of silken, water-wet feathers brushing up against his own as she stepped into the shower made him shiver and take a step back, though the other avian's fingers spread out around his lower waist kept him from going too far. "Is that what you were thinking about all those times?"

All those - Jura's heart thumped in his chest, from nervousness as well as the remnant of his impromptu finish still dribbling down the tile in front of him, as well as his mother's fingers where they clasped along his hips, as he thought back through what all he had done. So she'd caught him peeping on her when she had gone out on the balcony to sunbathe; so what, he could easily shrug that off as accidental. Unless she had also caught him enjoying himself while wearing her underwear, or that time he had brought his toys to her bed specifically instead of his own, or that time-

Those fingers squeezed in at his waist a little more firmly, making his tailfeathers fluff and shake behind him. His mother breathed a gentle giggle and sigh in his ear, then swallowed and clacked her beak a little. "Oh, my," she went on. "And here I thought you weren't too certain, Jura. Seemed to me like you just needed a little bit of a push in the right direction. Like you knew what you wanted, but..."

Then she tightened her grip, fingers digging into soft feathers and flesh, and in one quick, forceful motion spun her son around. Surprised, Jura slapped an arm back against the wall for balance as he fell back against it, but then instead found himself squeezed up in place between cold tile and warm, squishy-firm breasts. Two of her greatest assets, in fact, judging by how much of that roll of paper towels he'd had to use to stuff her bra when he had put it on.

"...but needed the push to get it."

He leaned back as far as he could, heart in his throat again and, embarrassingly, shaft still half-hard where it flopped against her lower body. Just that was enough to make him squirm and shiver, trying at once to pull himself away while at the same time, perhaps, maybe, some part of him wanted to grind forward.

His body gave a little twitch and throb. His mother's face, so familiar across so many years, strange and discomfiting in this environment, shifted with amusement and, worst of all, interest and arousal all her own. Beneath the steam of the shower and his own familiar musk, weaving easily through the floral touch of the soap and shampoo, Jura could distinctly pick up another scent higher, richer, brighter than everything else, working its way through his system and revitalizing his interest beyond his conscious awareness, making his hips shift forward at her insistence and press up against her.

"There. See? That's not so bad, is it?"

Speechless, Jura could do nothing but let her lead. One hand squeezed around his wrist and guided it to slide down over her side, following the angle of her feathers towards her bared rump, down near the base of her tail plume. She clacked her beak again, swallowed, and looked at him through half-lidded eyes while she then brought his other hand up, towards her collar bone; his mother paused there and let him go, and when he just held his arm there without moving, she tapped him down, down a bit, down further... until his fingers pressed into the soft, warm flesh of one of her breasts.

And she pulled him in closer, until that pillowy presence squished up and in between his knuckles. Still holding his wrist she guided him down towards the front, at the same time turning her body and leaning in, pushing her nipple in against his palm; she squeezed him around her, pinched his fingers into place, made him hold there and squeeze and tug and feel.

"Go on, Jura. Explore a bit. You know I won't bite, and... oh, look at that. You want this, don't you?"

The younger bird turned his head away in slight shame, yet still couldn't help but throb again, his once again twitching arousal standing there between the two of them. His mother gave her hips a slow, gentle gyration, letting her feathers brush along his underside and squeeze him between them, before pulling back and now guiding his other hand along her waist, following the line of her hip towards the front. Still the shower poured down over and between them, trails of hot water tickling down at his skin - yet the closer she brought him towards that point down in front, that spot where he tried with such determination to keep from looking, the more he could feel a wholly different humid heat emanating up, growing continually the longer he touched her.

He hadn't even noticed that she had released his other hand, and now he squeezed and worked at her breast all on his own. Startled, Jura whipped that hand away, but then had to keep himself from reaching right out again. He looked away not because he didn't want to see, but rather because she was right: he did, but knew he shouldn't. He so, _so_wanted to look up and down across her body, wanted to slip his hands up between her legs and feel what was there after those few - or, rather, countless - times fantasizing and thinking about, after sneaking those peeks in the bath, on the balcony, in her bed...

But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Thankfully, regrettably, she had no such qualms: seeing his hesitation, the other bird smirked, tilted her head, then once more spread her fingers across his wrist, tilting his hand upwards, opening his palm, and then bringing it in between her thighs... where he soon felt slick, silken wet warmth, lovely luscious folds of flesh slipping across him, smearing him in clinging stickiness.

"See?" she murmured, breath tight. "All you have to do is - ah- oh, you've done this before..."

He swallowed again, mouth tight, and took in a slow breath through his nose, trying at once to help slow his heart as well as get another whiff of that scent that was undoubtedly hers. Like a kid who had snuck into a scary movie, he didn't want to look, yet at the same time wanted nothing more.

So Jura sighed, turned his head, and opened his eyes.