Elder Ducat’s explanations were much better than warrior Kalam's. Since this was the first lesson, she focused mostly on the new arrivals, I, Dyla, and the last girl in our age group. However, Dyla and I soon proved we not only knew the type of magic that suited us, but could also use it without any trouble.
“Marvelous, children! Did your mothers teach you about it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s very good. You can train with the older children while I teach Roni.”
Roni looked at us enviously but was soon too busy to let her attention wander. The rest of the lesson was spent with us exchanging tips with more proficient kids, like when to use magic, which forms suited which type best, and so on.
By the end of the training, Dyla was yawning, not used to staying up that late.
“You can go to sleep, Dyla. I’ll wash myself one last time.”
“Hmm… See you tomorrow, Keon.”
She left like that while I wanted to get rid of the sweat from combat training before going to bed. I made my way to the water basin again, noticing other people were using it now. There were a few men, but the majority were women, proof that even in this ancestral time, women cared more about hygiene than men. On top of that, men would quickly wash themselves and leave, while women stayed longer, chatting quietly among themselves.
For me, the view was paradise. Everyone was naked, and the men’s bodies didn’t even register in my vision. As such, there were only women, making it as if this were my harem. There were all sorts of body types, from the thin ones, with small breasts and straight features, to the larger ones, with massive assets to show the world. As for down there, my sight was almost always obscured by a large patch of pubic hair, hiding the critical parts naturally. There was, of course, no concept of shaving in here, which I didn’t mind in the least since it all appeared very erotic to me.
Speaking of well-endowed women, my mother was part of the group currently bathing, her thick assets making me drool, my small dick rising toward the ceiling hungrily.
“Gul gul gul gul gul!”
She recognized my horny giggle and immediately turned my way.
“Keon, my baby. Come here, Mama will wash you.”
“Yes.”
As I approached, though, she noticed my bruises from the beating I took earlier.
“Oh! What happened to you, darling?”
“Training was very intense.”
“Oh no, my poor love!”
She hugged me like always, my head into her boobs. I had long since learned it was better to let her do her thing than to interrupt her, so I waited patiently until she was done. Not that I disliked it anyway.
When she finally released me, she took another good look before starting to wash me. Truthfully, there weren’t that many options here. If you wanted to go fast, you would just use some water and be done with it. If you wanted a better result, you could use some leaves to scrape the dirt and dust better, just like my mother was doing currently.
She took a couple of leaves next to the basin and ran them over my small body, careful not to hurt me. When she reached my erect penis, she chuckled a little.
“You’re always hard when we bathe together, Keon.”
“Hehe.”
I laughed innocently. She passed the leaf over my tool, cleaning it like the rest of my body. It felt amazing, but unfortunately, she didn’t spend much time there, soon focusing on other parts. After a couple of minutes, she was done, and I looked at her this time.
“Mama, I’ll wash you too now.”
This made her smile.
“Will you? Thank you.”
She wasn’t surprised since this was what I always proposed. Taking an unused leaf, I placed myself behind her, starting with her back. I softly cleaned it with up and down movements, soon going to other more interesting places. Her arms were next, followed by her legs. Slowly, my moves were transforming from cleaning to caressing, while she watched over me with an indulgent smile.
I massaged her legs from the bottom, starting with her feet, and she giggled a bit, finding it ticklish. Slowly, I made my way up, caressing her outer thighs and then the inner parts. Since my hands were more erotic than anything else, she wasn’t left apathetic either, especially when I got closer to her inner sanctum. As my fingers pressed her thick and soft flesh, her breathing deepened a little. Unconsciously, she opened her legs a little more, but I knew better than to rush too much.
After her legs were her breasts, another critical part of her body. By that point, I was barely cleaning anymore, just playing with her body as much as I wished. My hands massaged her large melons for some time, until her nipples started to swell minutely. From there, I switched to those, caressing her long protruding flesh, either running my fingers around them, or flicking them slowly.
“Mhmm… It always feels good when you wash me, my baby.”
She was moaning a little, her face slightly flushed. Now was the critical part. When I was finished with her boobs, I moved back again, running my hands over her belly, and aiming for her crotch. I monitored her expression carefully as I did so, ready for whatever would happen.
Finally, I reached her groin and swiftly inserted my fingers into her forest-like pubes, caressing her labia. I enjoyed the soft and slightly wet flesh to my heart's content, but was soon stopped in my action when my mother gripped my wrist.
“Mhmm…! That’s enough, darling. You shouldn’t touch this place too much.”
This was her classical reaction whenever I went too far in her opinion.
“But I need to clean you there too.”
I tried to protest as usual, but this didn’t work.
“It’s okay. Mama will do it.”