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She continued to squirm and writhe against him, her breath hot in the already humid air of the shower, her voice stirring in his ear. Only a few times before had he heard he make noises like this, and each of those were those surreptitious, sneaky adventures, those times he really had no right observing, and yet still he did - and still she let him.

His mother's hand grasped lightly at his arm where it descended between her legs, fingers repeatedly sinking up into her now of their own accord, pressing into the warm, wet squeezing flesh, slipping out, swirling around, sliding right back in. She braced herself against the back wall of the shower, fresh water rolling down her luxurious feathers; Jura stood at a bit of an angle to her, halfway leaning forward with his face close to her hefty breasts, other hand raised up and out a bit. Already he had finished once - if he looked over he could still see the telltale globs rolling down the other wall - but still she kept him fully hard, arousal peaking.

One of her arms came down around his shoulder, talons slipping through his feathers and making him shiver. The other slid over from his wrist towards his front, trailing along his belly, pushing down a bit further... Jura swallowed and glanced down, simultaneously petrified and yet so, _so_curious. His own mother's fingers splayed around the base of his hard shaft, then trailed up towards the end; she leaned in a little bit, shifting her breath along his neck, and then gently wrapped a forefinger and thumb around him, squeezing just enough so that slick, supple foreskin slid forward and pinched in between, then rolled naturally back again.

"I'd love to taste this sometime, Jura," she cooed. He throbbed again, once more digging his fingers deeper into her; she squirmed and rocked back into his palm, already coated with a thick stickiness standing apart from the water of the shower. She leaned back a bit, swallowed, then once again tugged the lower rim of that skin between her finger and thumb to tug it forward and up. He gasped, shivered, throbbed again. "See how... close you are to your father. But I think you've had enough for now, haven't you?"

At once relief tied with disappointment thrummed through him. Jura swallowed again, slipped his fingers back out from inside of her, and then somehow managed to resist bringing those to his face to sniff and taste them - but then got his wish anyway, for the way his mother braced both hands on his shoulders, gave him a little wink, and then pushed him down to his knees right there in front of her. The younger male blinked and stared straight ahead at what he had avoided looking at for so long, now captivated, enthralled.

For a moment he forgot where he was. The avian squirmed into a more comfortable position there on the tile floor, hands resting on the ground between his legs, hard shaft still twitching, throbbing, even more so now that he was here. His mother scoffed softly, spread her legs, angled her hips forward, then reached down, rubbed herself a bit, pressed two fingers in on either side of herself, and spread there.

"I know," she went on, "that this is what you've been looking for. You think you don't want to see, but - you're my son. I know you. So go on, Jura. Take a good look."

There was the slick, wet sound of soft fingers slipping up between softer lips, squeezing out another bead of thick, juicy arousal. Jura pulled his head away yet still stared straight forward, looking back and forth over the wrinkles and folds, bordered all around by the plumage that he had known throughout his entire life to belong to his mother. She even smelled like him, a little bit.

Back and forth she ran her fingers, spreading from within, circling around her clit, slipping back down, plunging in until thick slickness dribbled down her knuckles. She pulled them back out, shivered, spread those fingers again so that the wetness hung down in a heavy strand between them, then wiped one off on her own feathers - and the other along Jura's cheek.

"Come on, dear," she purred. "Give it a try. Give me a taste."

There was nothing else he could do. Jura swallowed, the extra wetness there on his cheek burning through his plumage, then straightened up, took in a breath... and closed the distance, sealing himself against her. Eyes closed, nostrils flared, he flicked his tongue up and forward, then swirled around, dove deeper, dug around; that very same slickness coated his lips, tongue, and the inside of his mouth, rolling back each time he inhaled or swallowed.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Hands still on the floor between his legs, head rocking gently both with the motion of his own licking as well as his mother's gentle grinding, he still felt himself pulling closer and closer to a second peak, disbelief pairing with sweet, indulgent delight at his current predicament, tasting her, feeling her against and inside his mouth. He swallowed again, then did so a second time, and slurped his tongue up inside of her where he had plunged his fingers a moment before.

The deeper he dug, the more she squirmed and writhed against him. A hand gripped onto his head, pulling him further down between her legs; she shivered, gasped, moaned, shuddered against him, bucked - and whether that was more of the shower water dribbling down the side of his face or something else, he couldn't quite tell for now. She afforded him no space to pull back and catch his breath for now, but Jura found he really didn't mind.

At one point she nearly fully doubled over him, body shaking and hips thrusting until she pulled away from his face, dripping and gasping where she stood. Jura reached up, wiped at his beak, swallowed down some of that taste, and took the opportunity to catch his breath while his mother recovered.

Finally she leaned back against the wall, chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths. "Yeah," she said, one leg still kicking a bit, "I can tell you _do_have some experience. But, you know what, Jura?"

She waited. Her son blinked, avoiding eye contact again. "What, Mom?"

A sharp-clawed finger tilted his head up towards her. "I can't wait to give you more." She grinned, winked again, then opened the shower door and stepped out. Jura turned his head to watch, her brightly-colored figure quickly fogged and obscured by the steamy glass. Hefty chest and shapely backside lingered there a moment longer before she reached for a towel, thought about it, and then left without taking one.

Jura looked back down in front of himself where he still knelt on the floor of the shower, hot water pouring down his head and shoulders. Every time he swallowed he could taste her again, and still his mind reeled with what had just happened.

Dazed, foggy, still in disbelief, he looked up into the water, closed his eyes, took in a breath, and reached down to take care of himself for a second time. Already he'd been given more than he had dared fantasize, and he had no doubt there was more to come.