A few minutes passed—just beyond 11:15—when Liend shifted, uneasily, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked toward Kiana.
"…Is this what you meant," he muttered, his eyes fixed on her, searching, unsure, "when you said I'd know the effects soon…?"
His voice lingered with hesitation.
"…Mom?"
Kiana sighed softly, closing the laptop with deliberate calm. Her gaze met his, composed as ever, as she leaned slightly forward in her chair.
"Mm?" she hummed, prompting him to continue.
"Is this what you meant?" Liend asked again, uncertain, his voice thinner now.
Kiana's eyes followed him—curious, then narrowing as she scanned him.
"It's started?" she asked gently.
Liend nodded, reluctantly—his eyes dropping lower.
Down to where his cock stood upright, firm and unrelenting, despite the lingering pain behind it, though—less now.
"If this is what you meant…" he muttered, "…by a medicine for pain…"
His voice trailed, but he forced the words out.
"…Then yeah… it does reduce the pain."
A pause. A breath.
"…But… do I have to stay like this now?" he asked,
"…Hard? All the time?"
Kiana smiled softly, rising from her chair as her eyes drifted down.
She saw it—Liend's cock—rising more and more, twitching slightly with each breath. She exhaled, her gaze lingering with quiet recognition.
"It picked up the color," she said, voice light—almost affectionate.
"…Didn't it?"
Liend looked up at her, confused.
"Color?" he asked.
"Yes, color," Kiana repeated, gesturing toward him—toward the flushed head, now tinted deeper with blush and a soft sheen.
"I always liked that," she said, a smile playing on her lips.
"But…" Liend started, still unsure, caught somewhere between discomfort and helpless curiosity.
Kiana leaned in gently, her hand moving to caress his head—fingers soft in his hair.
"Don't worry," she whispered.
"Mommy will get you used to it… from here on out."
She slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers around his—warm, firm.
"You can walk now?" she asked, eyes meeting his, voice calm—steady.
Liend nodded, still unsure—unsure whether this was good or bad.
"Yeah… the pill worked," he said hesitantly, his voice low.
He wasn't certain if it was the right pill… but the effect was undeniable.
Kiana only smiled in response.
"Alright," she said gently. "Come with me."
She took his hand and led him in—into her bedroom.
"You know…" Kiana began as she looked back over her shoulder, her fingers reaching for the door.
She shut it softly behind them, the sound quiet but final.
"When was the last time you came into this room?" she asked, her eyes holding his.
She stepped toward him slowly.
"Back then… when you used to insist, 'I have to sleep with Mama,'" she said, her voice dipping with memory.
"So cute."
She gave him a light push—guiding him gently against the wall.
"I had such a hard time…" she gestured toward a side cupboard, her tone shifting, lingering.
"…Using those," she continued, eyes still on him.
"Because you were always here."
She looked down—at his fully erect cock, twitching, nudging against her on its own. A subtle smile touched her lips as she slid her hand over it, slow and deliberate.
"Now look," she said softly.
"I don't even need those anymore."
Her fingers wrapped around him gently, stroking with a quiet confidence.
"Since you've already proven yourself."
Liend swallowed hard. He wasn't sure if they were really starting here—but deep inside, the pill's effect surged through him. The flood of blood, the pressure building below—his thoughts blurred, emotions shifting, desire stirring uncontrollably.
"Mom," he breathed—voice high, trembling with urgency.
His hand rose instinctively, gripping her shoulder as he moved forward—pushing her back.
Kiana couldn't resist.
Her body hit the bed with a soft thump, her back meeting the mattress hard—but she chuckled, breath light, amused—eyes on Liend, smiling as she looked up at him, worked up and ready.
"Wait," Kiana said, her voice low as she pressed a hand between them.
"I have a better way."
She smiled, her gaze catching his—holding it—as she gently pushed him aside. Liend rolled to the side, confused but compliant, as Kiana slid back, lifting herself off him with a slow breath, still catching up from his sudden burst of energy.
"Let me bathe first… alright?" she said, her tone soft, a little breathless.
Liend pushed up, standing over her. His hand found her shoulder, steadying himself as his breath met hers—warm, charged—pressing her lightly against the wall.
"We could do that together too…" he murmured, voice low, suggestive.
His eyes dropped, drifting downward, searching—lingering near her lips.
Kiana watched him, still, the momentum shifting. Her confidence wavered for just a moment—unsure now how to lead it forward.
"Wait…" Kiana said softly, placing a hand between them, halting his movement.
"I don't think this is right."
Liend froze, looking at her—uncertain.
"What do you mean?"
Kiana exhaled slowly. "If this is how you'll behave every time…" she began, eyes drifting off to the side."…when you're on the pill…"
Her voice trailed off, and then she finished quietly:
"I don't think you'd be able to keep it… only for momma."
Liend stared at her, confusion tightening in his chest, his gaze searching hers.
"I don't want you thinking of every girl you see like this," Kiana continued, her voice steadier now, "Not when you're like this—I want it to stay with me. Just me."
Liend leaned in slightly, words pressing out of him.
"Isn't that why I'm trying to satisfy it—with you?" he said, sincere, almost pleading.
Kiana looked back at him, caught in the tension—between logic and longing—as she tried to explain.
"No, Liend," Kiana said firmly. "You need to have some control over it."
"I am in control," Liend replied, his voice steady.
"Then why are you pressing right now?" she asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
Liend looked at her, calm—unapologetic.
"Because you're here," he said simply. "And I love you, Mom."
Kiana exhaled, the weight of his words sinking in.
"No, Liend," she said again, softer now. "That's just your libido talking."
Liend's expression tightened. He leaned in, trying to hold her gaze.
"What would it take," he said, voice low, earnest, "for you to understand… I'm not being influenced by the pill."
He watched her closely, waiting for a crack in her resolve.
Kiana stared at him—silent—for a beat.
Then, finally, her composure returning, she spoke with calm clarity.
"One minute," she said.
"What?" Liend asked, blinking.
"If you can keep from removing the fabric—for just one minute," Kiana said calmly, "then I'll believe you."
Liend looked at her, confused.
"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" he asked.
"Just a kiss… I can kiss you though, right?" he added, his voice hopeful, eyes searching hers.
Kiana studied him—realizing he didn't quite understand what she meant.
Without a word, she slowly lowered her hand—fingertips brushing along the hem of her tight skirt. She lifted it, just slightly—enough to reveal more of her thigh, but not all the way.
"Get down," she said softly.
"If you can do it…" her eyes held his, testing him.
"Just through the fabric—for one minute."
She paused.
"I'd understand."
Liend looked at her, puzzled by the request.
"I could do it standing," he said, placing a hand on Kiana's shoulder.
But Kiana shook her head, gently placing her palm on the top of his head.
"That's not what I meant," she said softly.
With subtle pressure, she began to guide him downward.
"Follow the hand," she whispered.
Liend hesitated only a moment, then let himself be led, slowly lowering to his knees.
"Now…" Kiana's voice was calm, steady, as she leaned back against the wall.
"If you can suck—just through the fabric," she said, eyes steady on his,
"Not even trying to shift it… not even a little…"
She paused.
"Then I'll believe you."
Liend looked up at her, his breath already uneven, chest rising and falling—but he didn't argue. He leaned in slowly, focused, determined—not letting himself slip.