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Straining with his shoulder blades arched against the bed, head thrown back in his mother's lap, Damian scrunches his eyes shut through another blinding orgasm, shaking all the way through him like an earthquake. His cock throbs trapped in the suction of the fuck-toy his fingers are welded around, keeping it flush to his pelvis.
Breathing heavily through the shivers wracking his body, abs twitching from overexertion—Damian doesn't usually have the time for three orgasms in one sitting—he relaxes his neck back into his mother's thigh. Talia pets his temple, down his cheek and neck, long nails cool along his heated skin.
"Gorgeous, my heart," Talia croons, leaning over him to meet his lidded gaze. She brushes long hair behind her ear before it can spill into his eyes, even though Damian would have welcomed the curtain it would make for the space between them. Near wistfully, she says, "Your father truly has made you stronger."
Damian wants to agree, but his voice has all but shriveled up. He blinks slowly at her, feeling warm and cleaved open like rotting meat in the desert. Showered in the praise and affection of his mother again for the first time in ages, it feels odd to be accepting it; the last few times she tried, all he felt was a deep ache of something closing in on itself in his chest. He couldn't afford to be vulnerable with her, not after what she'd done.
But then again, what was the point of a fresh start?
Damian drops his hips down and with a shaky huff lifts the toy off his softening cock, the mess inside dripping down the sides before he tips it right side up. Talia scrapes her fingers through his hair in slow passes, exploring his sweaty scalp. Pleasant tingles rush outward from his crotch, gentle euphoria.
"Here, Damian," Talia coaxes, reaching out to take the toy from his hand. Damian's grip is loose enough that he doesn't try to deny her.
She brings the gape of it to her mouth, squeezing the soft outsides to squish his cum towards the open hole, and he sees the shape of her tongue dip into the translucent silicone to drag through the mess. Damian shudders, turning his face into the soft skin of her thigh. "Mama…"
A small pulse goes through him at the quiet sound of her sucking the fluid off the edge, the gross obscenity of it reading almost like desperation. This offering of intimacy itself, secreted away from those like his father or Grayson, a maximized effort to prove that he's wanted, useful, needed. It is not mentioned that his mother prefer him fucked out and broken by self-pleasure before he's ever allowed to experience hers—He is still held a lengths away.
Talia's lap shifted under his head, legs smoothly spreading apart. The toy forgotten; he is a better one. She palms the back of his head, "Will you taste me now that I have tasted you, darling?"
Damian turns over and rubs his cheek against her thigh, breaths slow through his nose. She leans back as he lowers his head, open mouth closing on her slickness. Heavy tongue wetting with his mother's arousal as it drags over her cunt, his eyes flutter shut. Talia sighs breezily, soft with pleasure. Her fingers, clean, wrought with blood and steel, resuming through his hair as he closes his lips around her clit, suckling. Familiar taste. Damian aches like the child he used to be, the dread that makes one lift their chin with defiance.
"That's my boy," She says, the words muffled as if Damian listening through water. His hair is earnestly gripped, his head pulled above water. His palms brace on the soft bed, nose brushing up between the valley of her breasts. He knows she means to kiss him, taste herself on his tongue, instead he nudges his mouth against the slim arch of her neck. Her breath huffs against his ear.
Talia wraps her arms loosely around his shoulders, fingers splayed out on the lean muscle of his back. "Lay back, darling. Let me have you."
"Yes, mother," Damian rasps, burning all over, sand under a burning sun. He moves sluggishly, never clumsy, his body is too well-trained, honed, light through a magnifying glass. His cock is grasped as he lays back, pumped to full hardness. It almost aches, a sweet hurt. Talia sits astride him, hips above his, her hair swept long over her shoulder, silky brown fallen across her eye as she guides his cock inside her.
Damian whines, head tipping back. Chest heaves with his breath, sweaty and so fucking hard, cock throbbing, cradled in his mother's slick cunt. "Mmmmother, mo— mommy, mama, please," Damian hears himself babble, fingers scrabbling at her hips.
"Shh," Talia soothes, hips rolling, his cock at such an angle it rubbed and twitched within her walls that made her lips fall apart with a moan. She curled over him, a repentant goddess, licking at his panting mouth. Damian gathers her hair spilling lush over his arm, like catching molten gold, gripping at the root to bring her mouth flush to his. In the wanting air, his forgiveness anything but empty.