Lucielle nods, biting her lip nervously as she watches Celine process the information. "Yes, like that," she says softly. "I... I've never done this before." She glances down at Carl helplessly, not quite sure how to explain herself without sounding like a complete mess.

Celine takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself against the strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness coursing through her body. "Okay," she says slowly. "I'll help you."

Lucielle exhales shakily as Celine approaches her, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She can feel the heat emanating from between her legs and knows that it won't be long before she loses control completely. "Thank you, sweetheart," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to guide Celine's hands to where they need to go.

Celine hesitates for a moment longer before finally making contact with Lucielle's swollen folds.

As Lucielle feels her orgasm building to its peak, she watches Celine's reaction with a mix of satisfaction and desire. Celine's cheeks flush with heat, her breath coming faster as she watches their mother experience pleasure unlike anything she's ever seen before. It's clear that the sight of them together is having a profound effect on both women, driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment.

Lucielle cries out as her orgasm crashes over her, her body arching off the bed and her muscles tensing around Arif's cock. With a loud moan, she squirts hot fluid onto the sheets beneath them, her nails digging into his back as she comes undone in a wave of pleasure. Her hips continue to move, riding him through her orgasm until at last she collapses forward against him, their chests heaving and their breath mingling together in ragged gasps.

Lucielle bites her lip, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her as she feels the loss of his body against hers. "Carl," she whispers shakily, reaching out to stroke his cheek, "we shouldn't have done that."

Her words are hollow though, and they both know it. The air between them is heavy with tension and desire, making it almost impossible for either of them to pretend like nothing has happened.

Lucielle's heart aches as she watches her son move away from her. She wants nothing more than to comfort him, to take away the pain and confusion that she knows he must be feeling. But she also knows that they can't continue down this path; it would only lead to more hurt in the end.

With a sigh, Lucielle turns over on her side, facing away from Carl. Her tears fall silently as she tries to sort through the tangled mess of emotions within her.

Lucielle smiled softly down at her son's confused expression, her own heart racing wildly in her chest. For a moment, she considered explaining the situation to him; how his body was reacting naturally to her touch; and that it was nothing to be ashamed of. But then again, perhaps it was better if he didn't know just yet...

"Shh," she whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "Just enjoy this, sweetie."

As Lucielle continued to stroke Alexander's swelling member through the fabric of his pants, he let out a soft moan, arching further back against her touch. His hands fumbled beneath the blanket, searching for purchase as desire coursed through him like fire.

"Mmmm... Momma..." he murmured, his voice thick with need. "It feels good..."

Lucielle's breath hitches as Zendred fondles her breasts. "Well," she manages to say between gasps, trying not to moan too loudly, "Elves just... grow differently than other races." Her hips rock against his hands, seeking more contact with his touch. "They're meant for nursing... and they get bigger when..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as pleasure washes over her once again.

Celine looks on with interest, unsure what to make of the situation. "Mommy?" she asks tentatively. "Are you feeling okay? You're breathing funny." Her expression turns concerned as she takes a step closer to Lucielle.

Lucielle's eyes close tightly, her body trembling with desire. She tries to ignore Celine and focus on the sensation of Zendred 's hands on her breasts, but it's growing increasingly difficult. "I... I'm fine,"

Lucielle closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt the smooth head of his cock slide past her entrance, filling her up with its surprising girth. Her body trembled with desire, every nerve ending alight as he began to thrust into her, driving them both towards release. She let out a soft moan, unable to hide her pleasure from him any longer. "Oh... sweetheart," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as their hips moved in perfect synchrony.

The sun beat down upon the house as Lucielle and Celine's passionate coupling continued throughout the day. The young elf siblings explored each other's bodies, learning about their growing sexuality under the watchful eye of their understanding mother. Lucielle took control, guiding her son through his first experiences with desire and pleasure while also fulfilling her own long-repressed lust.