Min watched Erden enjoying a private moment of pleasure. It wasn't a difficult choice to make, truly—Min didn't want to be selfish. Standing up, she climbed out of the pool, wringing her hair out as she walked. The soft leaves crunched and grumbled under her feet as she approached, and Min felt a familiar, welcome warmth blossoming in her belly as she drew ever closer to where Erden lay.
Her mother looked surprised when she opened her eyes and saw Min, slowing her caresses but not stopping them entirely. "I...was hoping you'd change your mind," she said, sounding a touch winded, but with a smile on her face.
"I didn't want you to be alone," Min said, sitting down between Erden's opened legs while matching her smile. She pulled her mother's hand up to press a tender kiss to her knuckles, then brushed the other's hand out of the way and began giving quick, loving touches to the moist, hardened clit with her fingers. Min knew just the sort of touch Erden liked best: a circular motion, giving extra attention to the tender underside, taking a fast pace and not stopping or slowing down.
"Ohhhhhh," Erden moaned. "That's...yes, right—r-right there!" Her warm, pink tongue slid across her lower lip, like tasting something, or swirling her tongue about a piece of fruit to lap up its oozing juices. Her legs tensed up, muscles tightening, breaths coming faster and faster.
"Isn't that good?" Min cooed, speaking in soft, loving tones. "Doesn't it feel good, Mama?"
"Mmmmm, it is... It is! It's so good, Yasemin! Help me! More, please!" As that moment stretched on endlessly, it seemed like her climax might never come, leaving the woman in a state of sexual frenzy, poised on the edge between torment and delight.
Erden mewled like a newborn and then cried out with new pleasure. She pushed up on her toes, stretching her legs opened as wide as she could, grinding herself on Min's finger. "Ahhh! Goddesss, mmmmm! I love it!"
"Goodness, child," Erden said with a shivering sigh. "Thank...thank you..." Already her voice was softening, fading, as the sleep she'd originally sought was beginning to catch up with her.
Min bent down, pressed a kiss to her mother's temple. "Sleep well," she whispered as she crawled off the bedroll and stool up. Erden slowly rolled to over to rest from her exertions, not bothering with the sheet in the heat of the day. Min could see the curves of her mother's calves, her hip, her bare shoulder; the tanned seam of her ass was upturned, kissed by the sunshine. After a few moments, Min was certain of it: her mother was asleep, and the rise and fall of her shoulders and back proved it. It seemed that one climax really would be enough on this particular day.
But now a familiar appetite stirred in Min's breast and she wanted relief as well. She quietly slipped away, returning to cool herself in the water again. She lay back with a satisfied smile, resting her head on a smooth, curved stone she improvised as a makeshift pillow. Half-closing her eyes, Min took hold of one breast in her hand, while sliding the other down the smooth slope of her belly and across the muscles of her thighs, which she clenched tight for a moment. Dabbing her tongue across the sore spot of her lip, Min swallowed a sigh before she could let it go as she opened her legs, pushing her hand down between them.
She loved her mother, craved her love and affection, but Min wanted the one thing her mother lacked, the thing she could never give to her daughter: a man's cock, hard and ready, driving up between her aching thighs. Min slid a finger into the waiting heat of her quim and bit the inside of her cheek as she stoked her inner softness, stroking a fingertip across the uppermost wall behind her clit. With her other hand, she pulled at her nipple, gently twisting and teasing it, pinching until it almost reached the point of pain, then held it until her breath came out in a shuddering gasp and she had to let go.
Allowing her body to float, legs extended, breasts uplifted, she emerged from the water until her belly breached the surface, followed by her aroused folds, which tingled as they met the cool, glistening ripples. The tender bud atop her core pulsated, yearning for attention, hovering just above the water's surface, and Min succumbed to a slow, deep sigh of relief and desire as she swirled it in circular motions.
Continuing her self-indulgence, Min shifted hands to torment and tantalize her other nipple, pulling at it, savoring the tightening ache. Her breasts, highly sensitive, intensified the pleasure between her legs by prolonging these fleeting moments of pain. Flicking her petite bud back and forth in her preferred rhythm, Min battled the urge to let out a moan until the very last moment.
Taking a daring pause, Min glanced over her shoulder to find her mother still lost in peaceful slumber. In that moment, Min's thoughts centered on her own desires—the man of her fantasies remained faceless, yet undeniably handsome; dark and yet possessing pale, large hands; voiceless, yet his moans and declarations of desire resonated in her imagination. Min was well aware of the nature of sex, having observed animals in the throes of passion in the nearby woods and listened to her mother's accounts of men and their appearances. She was no ignorant maiden. Yearning for the weight of her lover pressing upon her, his primal thrusts penetrating her, Min craved the sensation of sliding her fingernails down his back, knowing she had brought him pleasure as he released his own. She longed to climax alongside him, sharing in the ecstasy they would create together.
As Min reached her climax, her nipples burned and pulsed in sync with her heartbeat, while her core throbbed, empty and yearning for more than just her fingers. Submerging herself back into the water, she shuddered with a delightful wave of warmth and pleasure, embracing her legs against her chest. Sucking on her tender lip, she allowed the orgasm to linger for as long as possible, relishing every moment. She cherished its presence, feeling it gradually dissipate until it eventually faded away. Only once it had completely vanished did she submerge herself beneath the water's surface, as if cleansing herself. Rising up, she brushed her hair back and opened her eyes anew.
Her mother remained sound asleep in bed. Outside the hut, a massive black bear stood on all fours, raising its snout and sniffing the air with a muted, goat-like sound. The bear's fur appeared ragged and marred, revealing patches of bare flesh adorned with grotesque, multi-colored sores—red, brown, and green. Some of the sores had burst, creating nightmarish streaks that stained both fur and flesh.
The creature from her dreams had materialized before her, just a short distance away, catching the scent of her mother's presence. Min knew she had to take action. In a flurry of fumbling steps, nearly stumbling over herself, she raised her voice, creating a loud splash and vigorously waving her arms above her head.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Over here!"
The bear's head swiveled in her direction. One eye was swollen shut, surrounded by unsightly diseased tissue. However, the other eye fixated on Min—she witnessed it narrow, squinting at her in what seemed like a surprisingly human-like gesture.
"This way!" She waved her hand once more, cautiously retreating a step in the water, nearing the edge of the small, shallow pool. She could sense the drop-off into the river just behind her.
The bear emitted a snort. Behind the bear, Min noticed her mother shifting, beginning to roll over on the bed, which captured the bear's attention. It was the one outcome she had hoped to avoid, and that definitive moment solidified Min's decision.
"Here!" she called out again, pivoting swiftly and plunging into the stream, creating a cacophony of splashes with each stride until she reached the opposite bank. Without hesitation, she bolted forward at full speed. Echoing in her ears, she caught the bear's enraged roar, accompanied by the resounding thuds of its massive paws obliterating anything in its way. Stealing a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that the creature was in relentless pursuit.
And so, the chase was underway.