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Based in: Interlude
Chapter: 4
Pairings: Arya(17)/Catelyn (& Ned)
Including: incest, f/f, underage, eating out, OOC

Title: Soft Instrument

Catelyn helped her over the lip of the tub, and Arya waited for her to turn on the faucet.

"Wha—?!" she stopped and choked when she looked at her mother, to find the woman undressing as well. "What are you doing?!" she managed.

"I'll end up just as wet whether I outside the tub or standing in there with you." Catelyn told her, stepping into the tub sans her clothing. "If I'm just going to get wet, I might as well have a shower." She turned the faucet on. "We used to do this all the time when you little, don't you remember?" she murmured fondly, tucking a lock of short dark hair behind the teen's ear.

"Y-yeah, but..."

It was true, back when Arya was a kid, back before she was more girl than tomboy, back when Catelyn was her best friend, she would bathe with her mother. Those were some of the fondest memories she had of the woman; when it was just the two of them in the tub—it was like a whole other world.

Catelyn manoeuvred her under the warm spray of water and stood under the water with her. Though her mother was older and in her late forties, she was a beautiful woman; everything was where it was supposed to be (Ned was a lucky man).

Catelyn started to shampoo Arya's hair, the teen letting out a little sigh as her scalp was massaged, the pounding in her head upon waking slowly disappearing. Aray rinsed her hair as she watched her mother shampoo and condition her own long locks. Arya always liked it when Catelyn wore her auburn hair down and around her shoulders (it almost reaching the center of her back), it added to her beauty, it made her look years younger, but the only time she ever wore it down these days was when she slept.

The painkillers that she'd taken before she'd gotten in the shower were starting to take effect, making her feel slightly light-headed. Catelyn caught her against herself before she could slip.

"Just lean against me, baby." She whispered in her ear. "I'll take care of you."

Not feeling steady enough on her single leg, Arya did as suggested. Her check resting against her mother's breast and her arm wrapped around her waist. Arya gave a small moan as he mother started to wash her with a soaped loofah, touching every part of her with a soapy caress.

Without prompting, Arya turned to the side, still pressed against the woman. Catelyn traced her pert breasts slowly, leaving a trail of suds. And then she went down farther.

Arya moaned as Catelyn rubbed at the lips of her pussy with soapy fingers. "Aahh!" she gasped at the attention, her knees shaky.

Her nose nuzzled her mother's nipple, making the nub harden. Catelyn gave a little gasp as the teen's tongue snaked out and curled around the pebbled flesh. She pushed the lathered loofah between the girl's cheeks and rubbing at her pucker.

"M-Mum!" she begged, trying to press back against the soft instrument.

Catelyn helped her to sit on the walled corner edge of the tub by the faucet, propping her injured leg along the edge and knelt in front of her.

Aray started to asked what happening, but her words turned into a gasp of shock and pleasure as Catelyn bent down between her spread thighs.

Arya's head fell back against the wall as each stroke of the woman's tongue made her skin tingle, her heart beat faster, made her moan. The red-haired head bobbing between her thighs was something to behold.

"Hah haah!" Arya couldn't stop from crying out as she reached her peak.

The taste of Arya and soap exploded on the woman's tongue. She nuzzled the girl's clit with her nose before she sat back. She smiled softly at her daughter, usually so hard, tough and stubborn, she was anything but that at the moment.

She cupped the teen's cheek and kissed her brow. "Feeling better, dear?"

"Hmmm," Arya moaned wordlessly at her smiling mother, leaning in her touch

Arya couldn't remember having a better shower.

(Ned had just come up the stairs when he heard the cry and could instantly tell it was Arya's voice. "Where's your sister?" he demanded at Sansa passing by. "Shower." The teen said. Ned burst into the bathroom, fearing she had slipped, but came to a sudden stop at the sight of his daughter and wife in the shower together. The former with her legs spread wide and the latter eating her out. Ned had never gone hard faster in his life.)

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That last bit was just a tidbit that I couldn't get out of my head, so there I put it.

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