Milf-springs

Normally, when he goes to the hot-springs, tense after a long and stressful week, it’s to relax his sore muscles and sooth his racing mind. To let the warm waters wash away his worries as it massages his tired body.

He never intended his trip involving him becoming even more tense.

His hot-spring hadn’t been so vacant that night. Perhaps he had made a wrong turn? Nonetheless, when he had turned around the corner, it was to the sight of two ladies already occupying it. He had tried to excuse himself, but their insistence pushed through his nerves and pulled him in. And what could he say, what else could he do but blush, when the two slipped in closer. These experienced women, old enough to be his mother, yet showing such great interest in the younger boy.

Oh, he had come to the hot-spring in the hopes of getting some relaxation, but they had different plans.

A different warmth. One that smothers his tense muscle as they expertly worked it. Of wet fur and soft down teasing warm scales, massaging rigid flesh. Simultaneously making him tense and melt in their embrace. An embrace that leaves him breathless under delighted eyes. With honeyed words praising his gifts and talents. Together with a blissful expectation for his future career, like a mother wanting the best for her child.

All as the two invites him to let out all his tensions, all over them.