The Goddess' Champion

It was time for her to have her own wash, and things were going to be a little differently this time.

With the bucket filled with his dirty water, he retreated and she took another one that she had prepared from the side, sitting in it... Constantine was going to leave when she stopped him, taking his wrist softly.

"Clean my body."

She said, taking a seat in the bucket afterwards... extending her hair back, long silver hair that reached the floor.

"Okay..." As odd as the situation was since they never did this, he thought that perhaps it wasn't that unnatural for a son to do this for his mother, for one he had never seen an instance, moreover... she already cleaned his body.

He began scrubbing the 'secure' places, such as her ribs, back, neck...

"Do you think I should cut my hair?" She asked suddenly.

Constantine didn't know what to say, she had never asked him his opinion on anything remotely esthetic.

"I don't know."

"Do you like my hair long or short?"

"Long..."

"Then I won't cut it." That was her smiling conclusion.

Another row of silence ensued as he scrubbed her ribs again, he had run out of 'secure' places to clean, his gaze then moved down to see that reverse heart shape.

He gulped.

"What should I-" He wanted to know if he was allowed to clean that place too, yet she, still with her eyes closed seemed to expect that question and interrupted him.

"You can clean everything except my vagina."

"..." Constantine threw her a look that she retorted with her own 'look' which was obviously stronger than his.

"You know what a vagina is, don't make yourself innocent... you have been with those sluts." Contempt and poison were all her words possessed.

How dared they? How dare they take her son's services? How dared he offer services in the first place to some other women?

'How dare he not offer me that service...' She grits her teeth, trying as hard as she could to discard that thought but it was impossible, the seed had already been planted.

'I was the first one to purchase your art when no one would... I should... have been the first one to take your service too... the only one.'

It had put food in their mouths, but she couldn't accept it.

"Are you upset?" His voice didn't sound as cold as before, rather, once again the boy seemed to not want to see his mother angry.

"Of course I am upset! thank you for asking!" She flung her head to the side, evading his and fuming.

"..."

Once again using his experience, Constantine decided to shut up, nothing that he said now would change this situation.

He used a cloth and squished it on top of Isabella's head, the water flowed all over her hair and body and he began to dutifully clean her as the water flowed.

Her hair progressively regained its silver lustre, though not entirely clear, it looked cleaner.

He scrubbed her body, this time going further... her breasts were so round, not sagging, constrained by the force of gravity indeed, but still perky... he could tell, having seen a lot of sagging breasts, women that didn't take care of themselves properly either.

He could tell good breasts when he saw some, and these were particularly... alluring.

Isabella bit on her finger when she felt her buds get scrubbed insistently, closing her eyes, forgetting the real identity of whom those hands belonged to.

Then he had to grasp them with his forearm and lift them up to clean the underside properly, her belly button, Isabella lifted her arms to get under and clean.

Constantine indicated her to stand up and she did, he scrubbed her slender long legs, her rear, the crack... a single finger from bottom to top... her mouth opened but she bit her finger before any word came out as he made sure to clean that ring, her most private ring, even more than her vagina.

Isabella cursed herself, she should have said vagina AND asshole, but she forgot about the latter, the breasts seemed to not be important or perhaps... the breasts were the intent all along, everything else was an extra.

Constantine panted, trying to focus on anything other than his thoughts.

'Is this what a son and a mother... should do?' The question lingered but apparently unimportant, after all, a son cleaning his mother's body shouldn't be anything so bad, at least that's what he convinced himself with.

But back to Isabella... cleaning her rear was difficult. Her cheeks were a bit fat yet toned, squishy and wiggly, difficult to spread open and hence reach the content inside.

"Bend forward." He said, looking at her from beneath only to notice that her gaze had been on him the entire time, there was this subtle light in her eyes that he had seen several times before.

​ "Why?" She panted.

"It is difficult... to clean you... your butt is too big, mother." He gulped.

There was a brief moment of silence in which Isabella considered whether to destroy this barrier or not, her son might still be innocent enough to send away all the signals, but she wasn't... she knew exactly what they were doing, giving herself an excuse by pretending this to be a merely body-washing.

And she wasn't backing off.

"Hmm..." She bit her lips and bent forward, holding her knees for support... ashamed, but thrilled... not very different from a virgin who exposed herself for the first time, her most vulnerable spot.

Those rather 'pesky' buttcheeks opened instinctively laying down the content within, Constantine exhaled deeply and got to his job, cleaning her thighs first before going up.

"Constantine..."

"Yes?"

"Clean my vagina... as well." His mother stuttered, it goes without saying how nervous she was when those words came out.

"I don't think I should-" There were limits that he didn't know if he wanted to cross, a degree of awareness becoming apparent... after all a son could wash his mother's body, but... a son... should see this kind of 'sight' from her, let alone touch.

"Why not?"

"I-"

"You're my son. Nothing is going to happen if you clean me, right? Because you're my son." Without a second thought, she twisted their relationship, without a wisp of guilty.

Constantine didn't yet know, if those words she asked him, or if she asked herself.

"No."

"Then do it, you have touched me... there... and that's already worse, so... just finish." Still feeling embarrassed, she moved her gaze away, forward... yet didn't ignore... she didn't ignore those feelings and arousal coming from her crotch, she didn't reject them... Life had been hard enough to reject a single instance of pleasure.

He cleaned that back ring diligently, due to its nature he had to stick a finger inside briefly to make sure it was thoroughly cleaned.

When she felt a finger go briefly inside her asshole, Isabella gasped like never before but refused to moan, not even her own fingers had gone that far with the purpose of 'cleaning'. She refused to give this entire situation a sexual connotation, she refused to lust after her son's body... so long as the pleasure remained within, there was no problem.

He was 'cleaning' her... nothing else.

But things only got worse, when that finger started to go in and out, despite... despite the fact that it was already cleaned.

Constantine panted and exhaled loudly at some point he couldn't hold back and pushed his index finger as far as it could go.

"Hmn!"

Only to take it out and realise that his middle finger was at least one inch longer, without any qualms he introduced it too, it was difficult and tight, but he managed to go all the way with it.

"Ahn~" Isabella didn't know what she was feeling, as far as she was concerned, that 'place' shouldn't be pleasurable, yet why does it feel so good?!

"I'm making sure that it is cleaned properly, mother."

"G-Go on..."

The truth was that so far no womanly body he had interacted with could compare to this, not by a long shoot... he wanted to put... thick and long things inside... but his fingers were the limit, every single one of them went inside at least once, even the thumb, by that point Isabella's legs were shivering and there was a small cascade coming down from her legs, the origin he knew very well.

It almost seemed an insult to call those people, his clients... 'women' in the same category as this WOMAN.

He wanted to keep experimenting with her, "M-Mother, there seems to be some dirt... inside."

"O-Okay, go on... do what you must." She nodded, 'believing' whatever crap he spouted.

Quickly enough he left her rather small hole in peace after so much cleaning and stimulation and moved to the next objective to clean.

Scrubbing his hands to make them soapy he began and at the moment of contact, it was as if Isabella's legs went weaker, he had to hold her for support.

"Hmn!~" It had just happened, her son touched her vagina.

His ears ignored that moan, but the rest of his body didn't... he continued to hold her now weak body, but the 'scrubbing' didn't stop, there was so much to clean.

The soap ended at some point, but he didn't stop.

"Ahn!~" Her fingers weren't enough, Isabella staggered, moaned loudly, she concealed her ecstasy no more, to 'support' her, his hand reached her breast, squeezing it.

All of her weight was being supported by him, both standing up by now, she felt something hard on her back but ignored it, the sensitivity raising in her crotch was more important.

"Hmn!~ g-good!"  Two fingers went in to clean the insides, scrapping and scrapping he knew what places tend to get dirtier, every lip, those same places in a woman's vagina that are more 'sensitive' than the rest.

"Mother." Her moans were too delicious, compared to those women she was so much on another level.

The fingers increased in tempo, he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple as well, slanting a happy moan as at some point, amidst the moans, Isabella started to laugh...

"S-Son, g-go on ahm!~ UHM!~" When she reached the end, he saw it, her entire body buckled and squirmed, squishing his hand with her tights, bending and moaning to the skies, a shot of 'water' was released from her nethers creating a wet spectacle that left him flabbergasted.

'W-What was that?!' He wondered, he thought that his mother just peed herself.

Both ended up falling down, after the 'cleaning' was over.

He ended up sitting on a lotus position, with her on top, panting... looking at the ceiling in a mix of feelings that she couldn't unsolve.

His fingers were still inside, reluctant to let go, but eventually... he had to, sadly, he'd have to clean her again because this slimy liquid wasn't water and soap.

Isabella's eyes lost lucidity, when was the last time she felt it? climax?