"Alright, my silver knight…" Kiana whispered with a grin, "Take the lead."
Liend steadied his breath—ragged, uneven—from his mother's teasing touch.He began to slide downward, eyes fixed on the fabric between her thighs, ready to move toward her.
"Oh, Liend…"Kiana's voice stopping him—gentle, yet unreadable.
She reached for his hair, fingers threading through softly as she held him still.
"Not from there."
Liend paused, gulping—eyes lifting toward her, unsure what she meant.
Kiana slowly guided him upward, closer to her face, her expression calm but glinting with intent.
"Didn't Mom teach you…"Her hand slid down, cupping his tip—firm, yet tender—through the fabric of his briefs.
"…to start from the top?"
Liend grunted, his body shuddering slightly as Kiana massaged him—firm and steady through the fabric.
"Don't worry," she whispered, gently guiding him toward her ear,"Mommy will take control of that for you."
His body leaned in—trembling, breath shallow—his mouth drawing closer to the sweat-slick skin near her ear.
His breath landed warm against her.
"That's right…" Kiana murmured, her hand continuing to work his tip—tense beneath her touch, but still fully under her control.
"Nibble on it," she breathed, voice low and sure,"Just like Mommy does."
Liend grunted—the movement of her palm, the firm press of her fingers—pulsing through him.He felt everything, every nerve alight under her touch, yet he couldn't stop it… couldn't fight it.He could only groan—lips parting wide—as he leaned in, taking her ear between his teeth.
He pulled, teasing it—biting gently, then sucking—wet, warm, firm against his lips.
Beneath him, his step-mom, Kiana, exhaled sharply—hissing through her breath.She responded instantly—amplifying the pressure, rubbing harder against the swollen tip through the fabric. Her fingers moved with precision, the friction tight, deliberate.
Above her, Liend let out another groan, finally releasing her ear—breathing heavy, chest rising and falling as he hovered, panting, overwhelmed by the sensations she refused to let him escape.
"M–Mom…" he groaned, voice low and strained.
Kiana didn't stop.She kept rubbing—steady, deliberate—as she replied with calm amusement,"What is it, Liend?"Her tone was knowing, gentle—but unyielding.
Liend's hips trembled, breath catching.He tried to speak, but the words cracked under the weight of sensation.
"I—I won't be able to do you… if you keep rubbing like that."His voice broke across the syllables—uneven, pleading.
Kiana exhaled softly, her lips curling as she let out a slow,"Oh?"Her fingers never paused.
"Eager to take control…" she whispered, teasingly,"…yet you can't even make it past the first step?"
Kiana's voice came firm, her expression dripping with sultry amusement.Liend groaned in response, breath heaving as he managed to speak—barely.
"B-But… didn't you say you wanted it?"
His voice was low, strained, almost pleading.
Kiana scoffed, eyes narrowing with playful mockery.
"Oh? So now you're saying Mama wanted it?"
Without warning, she increased the pressure—cupping his tip tighter, squeezing just enough to make him jolt.
"Ugh…"Liend groaned louder, his body twitching under her hand as she continued rubbing, slow and merciless.
"And tell me, Liend…" she murmured, voice close to his ear,"What do you think will happen if you can't even handle a few strokes for a few minutes—yet expect to enter Mama, hmm?"
"Ah—Mom..." Liend grunted, breath catching as Kiana watched him squirm beneath her touch.
Then, with a thoughtful murmur, Kiana's voice slid out—smooth, calculated, still lost in the trail of her own thoughts.
"Or…"Her eyes gleamed as the idea fully formed."…you'd have to take control from Mommy.Forcefully.If that's what you really want."
Her expression shifted—slowly, dangerously.A mischievous smile curved her lips, laced with something darker—enticing, yet threatening.
Liend groaned again, barely able to keep his eyes open, staring at her in disbelief.
"Overpower you…?"The words slipped out—low, uncertain—his voice almost swallowed by her rhythm.
He watched as his stepmom played, flashing that wicked grin.
"Won't that—"His voice cracked mid-rub, body twitching.
"Won't that... upset you?"He finally finished, the question trembling on his breath.
His voice trembled—soft, humble, breaking in her presence.Kiana leaned in, pulling him closer, her lips near his ear as she whispered:
"Mommy likes leading men… the kind who take control." Her tone was low, smooth—threaded with heat and intent. "Men who know how to lead Mommy… and make it fun."
Her breath spilled against his ear—warm, inviting, laced with something deeper.She coaxed him in, guiding him closer still.
"But most of all…" Her voice dipped, softer now—dangerously manipulative.
"…if it's her son… Mommy likes it… rough" The words came in a husk—low, delicate, barely a whisper.
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The last word hit him like a shatter.
Kiana's voice still lingered in his head as she gradually slowed her massage.Liend gulped—his breath shallow—as he brushed against her hair, heart skipping, then pounding again in uneven rhythm.
Without thinking, he grabbed her—hands clutching her shoulders, firm, almost desperate.
Kiana looked up at him, eyes glinting with mischief, that same sly, dangerous smile stretching across her lips.
She was ready to be ravaged.
But beneath that smirk… a trace of something else lingered.
A nervous smile.
A subtle gulp.
Her body quivered beneath him—her pussy tightening with need, trembling, aching for what was about to come.