A Degenerate's Tale

"Be kind to it okay?"

Following the words of his mother, Earl feigned inexperience as he rubbed his small fingers against Ari's honeypot. He lead with his index and middle finger, fingering her right below her clit to tease her.

"Yes, just like that."

When Earl's finger came into contact with Ari's pink folds, he could feel how wet she was. Without much effort, he was able to insert his fingers into her easily. Every time his fingers came in and out of her, there would be a loud squelch sound that followed along with a light tremble of her body.

If Earl was any taller, he would've planted his face forward to start sucking on her tits but as a child, the best he could do was sit on his ass in front of her crotch and finger her.

As he continued to finger her, Ari's moans only grew and everything turned into a blur.

"Faster˜! Finger my harder, my Earl˜!"

Before he knew it, Ari had squirted all over his fingers.

"Ahhh˜"

After Ari climaxed, the only sound left in the room was her heavy breathing. Earl could see her twin peaks heaving up and down, glistening in sweat.

"Mommy?" Earl made a worried face and crawled onto her stomach.

Ari wiped her sweaty forehead with her hand before smiling weakly, "That was good. You've helped your mom with her itch." She then pressed Earl down for a deep, passionate kiss before passing out.

If anyone walked into this mother and son pair right now, they would be absolutely disgusted. Ari was in her birthday suit with her legs in the shape of an M. At her crotch, the bedsheet was absolutely soaked to the point where it looked like she peed herself. On top of her stomach was her growing son, asleep while using his mother's breasts as his pillow.

Morning came and Earl woke up to the sensation of his face getting squished by his mother's cleavage.

Ari remained in the same position she was last night. Seeing Earl's groggy morning face only made this mad woman happier.

"Oh, Earl! I love you so much!" She squealed and pressed Earl tightly against her chest. Having one's face squished for so long by Ari was borderline suffocation causing Earl to tap her three times for mercy.

"Mom! Can't breath!"

Hearing Earl's cries, Ari only became happier and squished him more with her chest before letting go.

"I- I almost died."

"My son is so adorable, hehehe." She giggled at his reaction and patted his head. "Sorry Earl, mom just loves you too much."

Earl pouted at this and grabbed Ari's milkers for revenge which only resulted in getting milk sprayed into his face. "Earl loves you too!" He said bitterly.

...

Time passed and it was time for a magic lesson with Ari.

They were currently outside the Royal Capital of Ablax. Ari didn't want Earl breaking in the castle while training his magic so they would usually come outside the city to practice. Outside the Royal Capital was a beautiful grassland. Even though they were outside the city, it was relatively safe because of the high number of Adventurers doing quests around the city.

They were currently seated under a big tree for its shade.

Magic is the product of one's imagination in conjunction with fine control of mana. This meant that it was possible to do almost anything as long as one's mind could control the concepts behind the action itself. Because of this world's medieval setting, the most popular form of magic that came from this was elemental magic.

There were four main elements that everyone started with. They were the classic quad combination of fire, wind, earth, and water.

Further variations could come from these basic elements. The one Earl was most familiar with was Ari's Frostflame. It was her own magic she came up with when she became a Grandmage. She was able to combine ice's freezing property with fire's destructive and spreading property. Earl had once seen her throw a Frostflame the size of a fingernail to a Wyvern and killed it in one go.

Earl had just finished his practice session. Since he learned Whirlwind as his first intermediate spell, he wanted to learn the other variations as well. Today, he practiced Flaming Whirlwind.

With his back sprawled to the grass, Earl gazed at the sky through the leaves of the tree that sheltered him.

"Good job today," Ari came by and took a seat next to him. She was carrying two sticks in her hand.

Seeing Earl's questioning gaze, Ari said, "I don't know if you figured this out already but this might be a good tip to learning the Flaming Whirlwind."

Ari placed the two sticks perpendicular to each other and rubbed them together to start a fire. She then explained, "Fire forms from these sticks because of what? Friction, right? Same thing with mana. Rub them together when you form your whirlwind."

A lightbulb went off in Earl's head. He already knew that modern physics could be applied to magic when he created blue fire. Now, he suddenly felt dumb for forgetting such a simple fact when casting hybrid magic. He got off his ass and gave Ari a peck on the lips before running off. "Thanks, mom!"

Ari rubbed her lips and smiled. This was her proud mother moment.

Later that evening, Earl successfully casted his first stable Flaming Whirlwind.