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Victor despises when his parents fight. It's always loud and messy. It fills his small body with fear, hearing their voices loud with anger. He wishes they would cease the fighting, if only so he can sleep at night.
But he supposes if that happened, Mother would stop her visits to his room.
He curls against her side as her fingers stroke through his thick, black hair. He whines in the back of his throat as she presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"Maman," he says softly, pressing his face against her chest.
She hushes him gently. "Go to sleep Victor."
He can't. Not after they fight. He doesn't know if he's afraid Father will strike her or not. He loathes even the idea of seeing her hurt.
He closes his eyes, curling further against her with a small noise. "I cannot, Maman,"
She hums, her fingers leaving his hair to undo the laces of her nighttie, pulling it down just enough to free her breast. Victor keeps his eyes shut, letting his mother guide him to her bosem, letting him latch on like he is an infant. He suckles like one, the familiar comfort of his mother's touch calming his body. He relaxes slowly. Even more so as his mother's hand snakes between his legs, gently touching his small prick.
He whines, his hands grabbing at her dress. She hushes him, stroking through his hair and kissing his head.
"Sleep Victor." She instructs again, her thumb playing with the tip of his cock. He sucks harder, making a sound of surprise when his mouth is filled with liquid.
Mother sighs softly, a sound of pleasure as her nails scratch lightly at his scalp. He swallows her milk happily, sucking at her for more. It is the most flavorful thing he's tasted and he wants more. He moans softly as his mother continues stroking his small cock to hardness.
She shushes him again, shifting slightly so she can grip her son better. Her other hand leaves his head, trailing between them so she can move the end of her dress out of the way. One of her legs hooks over Victor's hip to pull him closer to her. Pulling him between her legs so she can press the tip of his small cock to her entrance.
Victor moans as he breaches his mother's heat. Milk dribbles down his chin and he raises a hand to swipe at it. Not wanting it to go to waste, he pulls away from his mother's breast and licks it from his fingers. Her cunt is warm around his cock, wet and velvety, perfectly welcoming for him. He knows better than to move. He's just filling her. She's just keeping him warm.
He reattaches his lips to her breast, pressing his face against her skin with a small hum. He loves Mother. Mother loves him. He doesn't know what he'd do if she didn't. If she denied him this closeness. This love.
She kisses his hair again, winding her fingers through it gently. She's always gentle with him. Unlike Father.
Father is rough. Cruel at times. Victor dislikes Father. Not because he is mean to him, but rather because he is mean to Mother. The fights always beginning because of something Father says.
Victor feels consciousness drifting away. Mother starts humming softly, a tune he can't quite place. Gentle and loving as she lulls him to the sweet embrace of sleep. Once he is asleep she will remove his cock from her cunt and tuck him away. Then she'll lay him onto his pillows and tuck him in before relacing her nighttie and kissing his forehead. She'll keep watch over him for a few minutes more before returning to her own bed to lay beside Father.
Victor will wake in the morning refreshed and happy. Calmer than he was the night prior.
He never even alludes to the special moments he shares with Mother. It's their special time. The time when he knows for certain that Father will not harm her. The time when she displays just how much she treasures Victor.
It's their secret.
A close bond they'll both take to the grave.