The Conquerors Path

Chapter 930: Chapter 928-Serious Talks During Baths?

After the intense sparring session in the backyard, my muscles ached in that satisfying way, a mix of happiness and fun running through me. Mom—Grace, as she insisted I call her when we were alone like this—had put up one hell of a fight. She was fierce, her body toned from years of training, and damn if it didn’t turn me on seeing her sweat-glistened skin under the sun. We were both covered in dirt and grass stains, our clothes clinging to us like second skins. As we headed inside, her hand brushed mine, a silent promise of what was to come.

”Let’s get cleaned up, Austin,” she said with that soft, knowing smile, her voice laced with the same heat that had been building between us all afternoon. ”Bathroom’s calling our names.”

I nodded, my heart pounding not just from the workout. We slipped into the master bathroom, the one with the oversized tub that could easily fit two, after all, can’t be seen together. The air was already steamy from the hot water she turned on as we entered, filling the room with a misty haze that made everything feel more intimate, more forbidden. The door clicked shut behind us, locking out the world, and it was just her and me.

Grace turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine with that maternal yet predatory gaze. She was still in her tight workout leggings and dress, the fabric stretched taut over her curves. At her age, she looked better than women half her age—full breasts, a narrow waist flaring into hips that swayed with every step, and legs that went on forever. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face, flushed from our spar.

”Come here, baby,” she murmured, her hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. ”Let Mommy help you out of these sweaty clothes.”

I stepped closer, the steam wrapping around us like a lover’s embrace. My hands found her waist, pulling her against me just enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. ”Yeah, Mom. Feels good after that workout. You almost had me pinned a couple times out there.”

She chuckled softly, her fingers sliding under my shirt, tracing the lines of my abs as she lifted it up. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine despite the warmth. ”Almost? Sweetie, I let you win. Can’t have my big, strong son feeling emasculated.” Her voice was teasing, casual, like we were just chatting about the weather, but her nails grazed my skin, leaving faint red trails that made my cock twitch in my shorts.

I lifted my arms, letting her peel the shirt off and toss it aside. The cool air hit my chest, but her hands were back immediately, roaming over my pecs, thumbs brushing my nipples in a way that was anything but innocent. ”You’re getting so ripped, Austin. All that time spent outside seemed to have really helped.” She leaned in, her breath hot against my skin as she planted a soft kiss on my collarbone.

My I turned on now. I hooked my fingers into the straps of her bra, slowly sliding them down her shoulders. The fabric clung to her sweat-damp skin, revealing inch by inch of her perfect breasts. They bounced free as I pulled it down, nipples hardening in the steamy air—dark pink peaks begging for attention. ”You’re the one who’s incredible, Mom. Watching you move out there... It’s distracting as hell.”

She stepped out of the bra, letting it drop, and pressed her body against mine, her bare tits squishing against my chest. ”Distracting? Good. Keeps you on your toes.” Her hands dipped lower, tugging at the waistband of my shorts. She knelt slightly, pulling them down along with my boxers in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation, and she eyed it with a hungry smile. ”Look at you, all worked up. Sparring does that to you, huh?”

I kicked off the shorts, standing naked before her, my erection growing under her gaze. ”It’s you, Mom. Always you.” I reached for her leggings, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass as I peeled them down. She wasn’t wearing panties and as the fabric slid over her hips, her smooth, shaved pussy came into view, lips already glistening. I couldn’t resist running a finger along her slit as I helped her step out, feeling her wetness coat my skin.

”Mmm, careful there, sweetie,” she purred, but her hips bucked slightly into my touch. ”We’re just getting clean, remember? Though I do love how eager you are.”

The tub was filling, bubbles forming from the soap she’d added, the scent of lavender mixing with our musk. She took my hand and led me in, the hot water enveloping us as we sank down together. I sat first, leaning back against the edge, and she settled between my legs, her back to my chest, her ass nestling right against my throbbing cock. The water lapped at our skin, soothing the aches from the spar, but igniting a different kind of fire.

”Pass the soap, Austin,” she said casually, as if this were a normal mother-son bath time. But her hand reached back, wrapping around my shaft under the water, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. ”We need to get you all cleaned up.”

I groaned, grabbing the bar of soap from the side and lathering it in my hands. ”Yeah, Mom. Let’s start with you.” I pressed my soapy palms to her shoulders, massaging the suds into her skin, working down her arms. But I couldn’t stay innocent for long—my hands slid forward, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they were rock hard.

She arched into my touch, her head falling back against my shoulder. ”That’s it, baby. Wash Mommy good. Though, how are you feeling now?”

”Saying I am down will be the truth. Do you think it is right to keep more hidden from them?” I pinched her nipples lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. My cock pulsed against her ass, the water making everything slick.

She tightened breathily, her hand still stroking me lazily underwater. ”Sometimes we need to keep some things hidden to keep our family safe. I know it hurts you to keep more from them, but this truth will only hurt them more.” She shifted, turning slightly to face me more, her free hand grabbing a washcloth. But instead of using it, she dipped it in the water and then pressed her body forward, using her tits to ”clean” my chest. She rubbed them against me, the soapy suds mixing with the friction, her nipples dragging over my skin like fire.

”I know, I know it all in my head, but I am just worried, if one day they find it all out, they will hate me,” I muttered, my hands gripping her hips. ”And that scares me.”

”Your sisters love you more than this world, trust me, they will never hate you.” She grinned, leaning down to let her breasts trail lower, over my abs, the soft flesh enveloping my muscles. The water sloshed as she moved, her ass lifting slightly, giving me a view of her pussy just above the surface. ”Tell me, do you even think that they can hate you?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question, but that’s how she played it—casual. ”I don’t think so, but still, it feels wrong. I hid so much from you all, hiding more feels like a sin”

[Like this isn’t a sin at all!]

My fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading them as she continued her ”cleaning,” her tits now brushing against my thighs.

”I know, I know my love, but in times like this, it will be more useful and one day they will thank you for it.” She straightened up, turning fully to straddle me now, her knees on either side of my hips. The water level rose with our movements, bubbles popping around us. She grabbed the soap again, lathering her hands, then reached down to my cock, wrapping her sudsy fist around it. She pumped slowly, her grip firm, twisting at the head. ”Now, let’s get this part really clean.”

I hissed in pleasure, my head falling back. ”Mom... God, that feels amazing.” My own hands weren’t idle—I soaped up her inner thighs, inching closer to her core. ”So that is right? Is it okay to keep it hidden for now?”

She nodded, her strokes picking up pace, the water churning around us. ”You dealt with all on your own before; now, we’ll all be together, and we will plan how to keep our family safe.” She leaned in, her lips brushing mine in a teasing kiss, tongue darting out to taste me. But she pulled back, keeping it light. ”I know it kills you to do something like that, but we need to keep going.”

The invitation was clear. I pulled her closer, my cock sliding against her stomach as she hovered over me. I pressed my chest to hers, rubbing our soapy bodies together, skin on skin, the friction building heat that had nothing to do with the water. My hands roamed her back, down to her ass, squeezing, then slipping a finger between her cheeks to tease her tight hole.

She gasped, grinding against me. ”Naughty boy. But yes... just like that.” Her hand left my cock, only to replace it with her pussy lips, rubbing herself along my length without penetration—yet. ”Remember when you were little and I’d bathe you? This is just like that... upgraded.”

I chuckled darkly, my finger circling her asshole, pressing just enough to make her squirm. ”Upgraded is right. You’re so wet, Mom. Not just from the bath.”

”All your fault,” she whispered, her voice husky now. She reached for the shampoo, squirting some into her palm, then massaged it into my hair, her fingers scraping my scalp in a way that sent tingles everywhere. But as she did, she lowered herself slightly, letting the head of my cock nudge her entrance. ”Oops... slippery in here.”

We both knew it wasn’t an accident. I thrust up gently, the tip slipping inside her, hot and tight despite the water. ”Mom...”

”Don’t worry about it, any problems that will come, I will deal with it, I will keep you and everyone safe,” she teased, but she sank down further, taking half my length in one slow motion. Her walls clenched around me, milking me already. ”Now, wash my hair while I... clean you deeper.”

I obliged, my hands trembling as I lathered her hair, the suds running down her back. We moved in rhythm, her rising and falling on my cock, the water splashing over the tub’s edge. ”You will not fight alone anymore.”

I groaned, my hips bucking up to meet her. ”Mom, you’re killing me.”

She smiled, leaning forward to let her soapy tits press against my face. I latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, tasting soap and skin. ”Suck them clean, baby. Mommy’s nipples need attention, too.”

I obliged, alternating between them, biting gently as she bounced harder. My hands gripped her ass, helping her movements, one finger now pushing into her back door, knuckle-deep. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles. ”Yes... just like that. You’re so good at this, Austin.”

The pace quickened, water sloshing everywhere, our bodies a tangle of soap, sweat, and sin. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in circles as she fucked me. ”Tell me, in times of war, secrets are given right?”

”Besides this?” I panted, thrusting deeper, feeling her cervix with every stroke. ”Maybe.”

She laughed, the vibration travelling through her body to mine. Her orgasm built—I could feel it in the way she tightened, her breath coming in gasps. ”Austin... I’m close. Clean me inside, baby. Fill Mommy up.”

That pushed me over. I slammed up one last time, exploding inside her, ropes of cum painting her walls as she shattered around me, her pussy spasming, milking every drop. We clung together, panting, the water cooling around us.

After a moment, she kissed my forehead, still impaled on me. ”See? All clean now. Best bath ever.”

I smiled, spent but satisfied. ”Yeah, Mom. Let’s do this after every spar.”

’Looks like my mom has fully awakened herself.’