Fondling and Fingering His Mother
Over the course of last week, Alaric had experienced a tornado of forbidden excitement, and as each night passed by, his self-assurance increased, which in turn satiated his insatiable desire for more.
The time he spent with his mother, Lyra, resulted in far more benefits than anything he had encountered with Kara, Lila, or even Elara, who was more difficult to deal with.
Because of the huge amount of experience that Lyra offered, he was able to advance to new levels at a rate that was far quicker compared to before.
By the end of the week, the notifications from the system had become a daily occurrence, and his experience had been escalating as he was enjoying his mother's soft and sensuous body while she was sleeping.
He had accumulated a torrent of experience points with each touch and caress that he had taken, which enabled him to get closer and closer to the power that he desired. Nevertheless, it was accompanied by an intense desire for more.
As the last night of the week drew near, Alaric discovered that he was at an important turning point in his life.
Despite the immense amount of experience that he had harvested from Lyra, the system continued to be restrictive with new abilities. He had achieved Level Eight, an accomplishment that filled him with pride and strength.
His expectation was that he would be able to advance to the next level of power if he could just find level up.
However, there were no new talents or powers that were unlocked; the only thing that was unlocked was an increase in his magical strength and affinity. This seemed strangely hollow compared to the excitement that came with moving up in level.
There was a trace of annoyance that lingered on the periphery of his thoughts, but it was overpowered by the excitement of what was around the corner.
On this last night, he made the decision that things would be different.
The moonlight cast a lovely, silvery glow over the room as Alaric climbed into bed next Lyra.
His mother had been accustomed to his sleeping in her bed, and she had never suspected the evil thoughts that were running through her son's head each night.
In the same manner that she normally did, she had fallen asleep rapidly, her breathing being calm and steady.
On the other hand, Alaric's head was filled with a maelstrom of evil ideas tonight.
Over the course of the week, he had accumulated a tremendous amount of experience; yet, it was not sufficient to propel him to the much coveted Level Ten.
There was a need for more. And he was completely aware of the means by which to acquire it.
It had been long enough for him to play the role of the naive son, biding his time, and waiting for her to go to sleep so that he could give in to his deepest, most secret wishes.
Today, however, he would go much further than usual in pushing the limits.
He could sense it in his bones; if he took just one more courageous step, the floodgates of experience would open for him, and he would be catapulted to the next level.
During the time when Lyra's steady breathing filled the room, Alaric's hand slowly made its way nearer Lyra's warm body by concealing itself behind the blankets.
Even though the nightgown was made of a thin fabric, it was barely able to conceal the curves that he had come to crave, such as the bulge of her hips and the softness of her breasts.
During the brief period of hesitation that he experienced, his heart was hammering in his chest as he readied himself for the action that was about to be taken.
Afterward, he let his hand to gently move over her body, and as it did so, he experienced the familiar sensation of her flesh beneath his fingertips.
On this occasion, he did not want to be content with a gentle caress.
As he moved his hand with intent, he cupped her breast through the fabric of her nightgown and felt the weight of her breast in his palm.
The gentle pressure that he applied, with his fingertips barely brushing against the supple cloth, caused a shiver of pleasure to go down his spine.
Though Lyra stirred a little in her sleep, Alaric continued. His hand moved downward, brushing against her waist and slipping over the curvature of her hips as it moved over her body.
She was wearing a nightgown made of a thin material that clung to her body, scarcely concealing the smooth and seductive form that lay beneath. His fingers touched on the bulge of her hip, and they remained there for a little minute before rising up to a higher position.
He didn't simply touch this time around. He drew her closer to him and wrapped his body around hers, squeezing them together.
The warmth of her flesh soaked into him, and the gentle pressure of her breasts on his chest was irresistible.
[Experience from Lyra: +900]
A notification from the system came in his vision, exactly as it had done every night before, but this time it was not sufficient.
Alaric need more. He yearned for more.
As he moved his hand beneath her nightgown, he felt the silky expanse of her flesh that was accessible.
The warmth of her body was overpowering, and the feeling of her tender skin beneath his fingertips caused a surge of arousal to course through his body.
His movements were deliberate and relaxed, and he savored each and every moment of the illicit sensation.
While she was sleeping, Lyra muttered quietly, and her body moved slightly as Alaric's fingers delved more.
His pulse was pounding with excitement as he delicately gripped her breast, his fingertips caressing its underside and feeling its gentle curve.
Despite this, she did not wake up.
She slept so deeply that Alaric felt emboldened to be more daring.
As his hand continued to go beneath her nightgown, his fingers caressed the delicate flesh of her inner thigh.
His breath froze in his throat as he felt her body's warmth, softness, and the forbidden thrill of touching her in this way.
[Experience from Lyra: +1100]
Another wave of experience washed over him, and he was aware that he was rapidly approaching his goal. A little bit extra, please.
For the second time, Alaric's hand resumed its exploration by slipping higher and tracing the curve of her breast with his fingers.
He continued to remain there, softly gripping her body and experiencing the fullness of her body in his hands.
His breath was ragged, and his pulse was beating in his ears as he savored in the illicit pleasure of caressing his mother in ways that no son should ever touch his mother.
However, it was not sufficient.
He was in need of more. Something more audacious was required of him.
Unconsciously, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He did this without thinking.
During the moment when his body was pushed against hers, he experienced the gentleness of her breasts against his chest and the warmth of her body surrounding him.
He was able to feel every curve and every inch of her beneath him, and the overwhelming desire that he had for her was driving him crazy.
He moved closer to her, his lips lightly brushing against her neck as he kissed the tender area surrounding her neck.
When he was in close proximity to her, his breath was heated, and he could feel the quick rise and fall of his chest as his excitement intensified.
Lyra moved once more as she was sleeping, whispering quietly to herself, but she did not wake up. Alaric saw it as a signal to proceed.
As he pushed his hand lower, it slipped between her thighs, and his fingers lightly brushed across the delicate fabric of her underwear.
The heat that emanated from her body was so intense that it was overpowering, and the forbidden thrill of what he was doing sent a shudder of pleasure down his spine.
He proceeded rubbing as slowly as he could, his fingers going in circles that were purposeful and slow. The exquisite feeling of her body responding, even while she was sleeping, was so intense that Alaric could not control himself with his excitement.
[Experience from Lyra: +2000]
As soon as the notice appeared in his field of vision, Alaric's grin became even wider. Because he was so close. So very close.
After that, Alaric had the feeling that he needed to work harder.
As a result, he altered his position so that his head rested on her enormous breasts, and his one hand slowly crept beneath her panties, while his other hand slid underneath her top, and then even below her silky bra, as he began to get hold of the flesh of his mother's large breast.
Due to the fact that it was so big, his small hand was unable to grasp it.
Alaric began fondling her breast while his other hand moved his finger in the warm forbidden skin beneath her panties.
A quiet groan can be heard coming from Lyra as she moves her arms in what appears to be an even more intense embrace with Alaric.
Even though Alaric was a little anxious about the possibility that she might wake up, he proceeded since he was more thrilled by this particular situation.
He persisted in doing this for a considerable amount of time until Lyra's body appeared to expel a great deal of immoral fluid at his hand.
However, it was only at that point that Alaric appeared content. And just at this very time, the notice from the system appeared in his head, complete with the distinctive 'Bing' sound.
[Experience From Lyra: +4000]
It was at this very time when Alaric came to a halt.
Despite his desire to continue, he realized that it was the limit of what he could achieve and enjoy as an eight-year-old child.
He was aware that in order to eventually begin experiencing the forbidden pleasure of sex, he would have to wait until his body had grown to the point where he was at least a teenager (at the very least).