Kiana hissed as Liend's cock, still inside her, began to stiffen again—growing harder against her inner walls. Slowly, she pulled her fingers back—sliding them out of his mouth.
Liend gulped, lips parted, tasting the faint trace of her still on his tongue. Kiana didn't pause—she slurped softly, savoring the taste his fingers inside her mouth.
"Mmm…" she moaned around the wetness, her voice thick through the slurping sound. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she trailed her fingers upward—guiding them toward Liend's own fingers, still buried inside her.
His mouth remained agape—watching his mother with wide, trembling eyes.
Kiana's hand found his, her fingers curling around his as she slowly drew them back—inch by inch.
Liend just stared, frozen in place, as her lips finally slid off his length with a soft, wet pop. She gulped, chest rising as she took in a deep breath.
Liend gulped as Kiana slowly slid her fingers downward—between the parted folds of her unbuttoned shirt. The saliva-slick trail traced over her neck, glistening as it moved—wetting every inch it touched. Liend watched, entranced.
Kiana pushed lower, the damp fingertip gliding over the base of her neck, following the rhythm of her breath.
As her fingers trailed past her collarbone, they reached the edge of her bunched-up bra—resting just above the deep line between her breasts. Kiana hissed softly, the open sides of her shirt still draped over her chest, unable to hide the swell of her breasts beneath.
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Liend watched her—eyes dazed, mind reeling.A deep-seated ache pulsed behind his cock—every twitch, every surge of blood through him sent sharp flashes of white-hot pain streaking up his spine, invading his thoughts.
And yet—there she was.His mother.Seated atop him.Her panties unlatched, her bra bunched up beneath his fingers.
He couldn't move.He couldn't speak.He could only endure it—helpless, breath caught, body trembling.He was ready to suffer again.
Kiana exhaled, slow and heavy, as she lowered her gaze.Her eyes landed on Liend's fingers—still caught in the folds of her bra.Then she looked up again, back at him.His gaze never left her—not for a moment.
Kiana smiled—slow, deliberate—as she leaned down, and Liend watched, breath held.
Her breasts descended—gravity tugging them gently—as she moved closer, closer still, until they brushed against his chest.Liend gasped.His eyes locked on her—unable to look away—as her warmth pressed into him, her breasts flattening and pooling softly along his skin.
Their nipples collided—bare, trembling—in the space between them.
Kiana leaned further, until her lips hovered at his ear.
A breath.A whisper.
"Take it… off."
Liend shivered, the words sinking into him.
Again—her voice, softer this time."Take it off… Liend."
Liend—this time—heard through the pain, through the haze clouding his mind.
His fingers—just moments ago upon her chest, already left behind by Kiana—rose, trembling. His other hand, too, lifted—shaking from the pain that still burned inside him.
But he couldn't stop.Not now.Not against his stepmom.
Slowly, Liend's hand passed over her skin—warm, damp—his fingers tracing along her sides… upward, behind her.
Kiana remained still.Calm.Their heartbeats—syncing—beating as one, as if echoing through the shared silence.
Liend's fingers reached higher, until—just below her neck—he felt it.The tight hook.Still latched.Still holding on.
Liend gasped—fingers trembling—as he pushed against the hook, trying to unlatch it.But it wouldn't budge.
His hands shook—desperate, clumsy.Still, no success.
Kiana exhaled—her warm breath grazing past his ear, as she leaned in, whispering low:
"Calm down, Liend…"
She felt it—his repeated attempts—each one more frantic than the last.The hook remained stuck—lodged somewhere, refusing to let go.
Kiana slowly exhaled again—gently pulling herself back.
"It's alright… You're too worked up right now…" she whispered, her voice soft, understanding.
Liend blinked—watching her pull away.
Kiana only smiled.
"Don't worry…" she breathed, as she reached down—placing her hand gently over his.
"Mommy understands."
She smiled—soft, slow—as she lifted her hand.
Tilting her face slightly, she gathered her saliva into her palm—letting it pool… until it was enough.
Then, turning—head shifting, smooth—she brought her cupped hand down.
It met her chest.
Kiana's smile deepened as she tilted her palm—saliva spilling.The wetness drenched her shirt—right at the tip.
The fabric darkened—transparent now—sticking to her skin.The nipple beneath, sharp—clearly visible through the soaked cloth—perking out, caught.
She rubbed slowly—spreading it further.The wetness expanded, clinging, outlining her breast beneath the thin, soaked fabric.
Liend stared—eyes locked, unmoving.Fixated.
She watched him watch her.
Then—with a gentle motion—her other hand, already resting on his wrist, tightened.
Kiana smiled again—slowly lifting his hand.
She watched him—his face tensed, strained by the pain, yet ragged with the rawness of what she was giving him. Kiana only responded with a soft, maternal smile, her lips parting as she whispered:
"You've got to get harder, Liend..."
Her hand moved, drawing his closer. Her mouth lingered—just a few breathless words—urging him again, firmer this time.
Liend gulped, breath catching, as Kiana drew his hand to her bust—her damp fingers curling around his, pressing them firmly into the curve of her breast. She guided him gently, nestling his fingers into place, until they rested just atop her stiffened tip.
Kiana let out a soft hiss, her body twitching as his touch—under her control—tightened into a cone, pinching her nipple through the soaked fabric of her shirt. She exhaled—deep, slow—as the sensation rolled through her.
"See…" Kiana whispered, her voice low, breathy—as her hips began to roll, grinding slowly against Liend's cock.
"You're finally…" she murmured again, fingers tightening—pinching his, pressing him harder against her nipple—dragging, pulling, shaping him.
She began to move—small, deliberate bobs—hips smacking softly against his waist.Liend twitched—his cock, tightening inside her.
"You're finally getting it…" she mouthed again, this time with a deeper grind—her breath growing ragged.
She bobbed harder—deliberate, punishing.Each smack—flesh to flesh—echoed with her breathless rhythm.
"Once you push through it…" she whispered, hips striking deeper, firmer, "—through that tiny thing you keep calling pain…"
Her body hit his again—harder."You'll understand…"Another thrust.
"You'll know what Mommy's been trying to do…"
She bounced harder—desperate now, chasing frantic thrusts as her hips slammed down again and again. Liend gasped.
Through the heat, the sweat, and the raw nakedness of his mother above him, he'd almost forgotten the pain. Almost. But then it surged again—sharper this time, lancing through him.
"Mom…" he heaved, trying to form words, barely holding on.
"Don't…" Kiana whispered, her breath catching as she rode him harder.
"Mommy's finally getting what she asked for… don't ask her to stop. Not again."
She ground down—hard—his fingers still pressed to her chest, tugging her nipples through the soaked fabric of her shirt. His other hand trembled on the floor, fingers curling inward, nails digging into his palm.
"Mom—" he choked out again, voice breaking, deep and guttural.
"I… I can't— The pain—" Liend stammered, his voice breaking. His words trailed off as fresh tears welled up in his eyes, shimmering beneath his lashes.
But Kiana didn't stop.
She kept bobbing—bouncing harder, deeper—each thrust slamming down with growing intensity.
"No…" she whispered, barely audible, breath heavy with effort.
"Don't… don't give up now, Liend…"
Her body moved relentlessly. One of her breasts, no longer held in check, arched high—then dropped, slapping wetly against her waist with each motion.
"Don't give up, Liend…" she murmured again, voice quivering as she rode him, sweat pooling, lips parted."Mom's finally getting what she wanted… Don't back out… Not now…"
And still, she bounced—desperate, commanding, unstoppable.
Liend only shut his eyes—face tightening—as tears slipped free, tracing down his cheeks.
Below him, the muscle that once held his release back—strained, clenched from Kiana's earlier forced climax—had already begun to falter…Loosening.Slipping.
And now—each time she smacked down, each thrust forcing deeper inside her—he convulsed.
Again.And again.
The tension in him unraveling—every movement weakening that muscle further.Every thrust making it harder to hold on.
He was slipping—losing control—and there was nothing he could do.