The bathroom was filled with the sound of wet slurping and her muffled moans.
"Fuck," Ethan grunted, his grip tightening a little.
His other hand went to her cheek, stroking her hair.
Elowen glanced up at him, her green eyes flashing in the dim light.
"Does it feel good, my son-in-law?"
"Very," he panted.
"Good," she said. "That is what a mother should do for her family. Do not forget that, Ethan. It is only because you belong to us that we treat you this way. If you were anyone else, I would not dare speak to you, let alone allow myself to do this."
She didn't stop.
But she didn't slow.
Instead, she leaned closer, her body curving inward, her mouth taking him in completely.
His fingers clenched, his body tensing, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself into her mouth.
Elowen moaned louder, her lips still stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
"Damn," he groaned, his head dropping back.
His hands stayed in her hair.
Her head bobbed faster.
