"Come on, Liend…" Kiana whispered, her voice smooth—almost coaxing—as her strokes quickened.
"Come for mommy—again."
Liend's entire body trembled, hips jerking uncontrollably. His cock, still overly sensitive from just minutes ago, pulsed under her relentless grip. He screamed out, breath shattering.
"Stop—!"
But Kiana didn't listen.
Her strokes only grew faster, more merciless, dragging every last bit from him. Liend cried out again, hips buckling as his body gave in—his cock twitching, spilling once more despite the pain, the sensitivity, the overload.
"Ah—Agh!"
Liend grunted—his body jolting as streaks of cum shot across Kiana's thigh. She simply watched, her smile dark… obsessive.
"Liend," she mouthed, slowly releasing his cock—still twitching, trembling from overstimulation. Even the faint touch of the cold floor sent a violent shiver through him.
Liend shifted, trying to keep the tip from brushing against anything—lifting his hips just enough. Even the passing air against it stung like fire.
"How are you feeling?" Kiana asked, voice low and calm.
She watched him—his chest rising in ragged gasps, face flushed, body limp in the haze. Behind his cock, a deep, pulsing ache throbbed—painful, overwhelming.
"Mom…" he grunted, the word barely escaping his throat, voice broken into fragments by each breath of cold air. He gritted his teeth, eyes locked on her as he mouthed the question—
"Why…"
It was almost soundless—just the shape of pain and confusion on his lips.
His gaze clung to her, filled with only one thing: uncertainty. Puzzlement. The unknowing. His body trembled, overwhelmed and exhausted, but beneath the haze—beneath the dazed vulnerability—something deeper had begun to rise.
Something sharper.
Anger.
Liend stared at her, stunned. This woman—his mother—had so much experience, surely had lived through countless encounters… So why? Why would she do this to him?
His expression shifted. The confusion twisted, darkening into frustration. Resentment.
His eyes began to harden—holding the first flickers of hate.
But before the emotions could settle—before he could make sense of what he was feeling—Kiana moved again, returning to him, her voice breaking the silence.
"Liend…" Her hand rose gently, gliding through his hair, then down to his cheek—softly caressing him as she spoke, voice low, steady.
"I… Mom thought you'd like it."
Liend's eyes stayed locked on hers—trembling, wounded. A deep, gnawing pain twisted inside him, and his voice cracked as he spoke.
"Didn't I… Didn't I tell you to stop?" he stammered, the ache flaring violently within him.
"I… Liend…" Kiana whispered, her eyes filled with love, with care—too much care. Too calm. Too certain.
"I thought you'd like it…" she repeated—softly, as if it was enough. The same words. Again.
"Mom—!" Liend suddenly yelled, desperation surging in his voice. But it was like she didn't hear him—like his pain hadn't reached her.
"I told you—" his voice broke, rising, shaking, raw.
"—I TOLD YOU TO STOP! Why didn't you? Why did you NOT?"
He raised his voice again—desperate, demanding an answer.
Kiana's expression shifted. There was still care in her eyes… but now, something else crept in—sadness, flickering faintly across her cheeks.
"Liend…" she whispered, her hand continuing to caress his face.
"Mommy loves you…"
Her voice lifted—just a little—gentle, but trembling with something deeper.
"When…" she murmured, drawing her hand down, fingers gliding softly over his chest,
"When will you understand—"
Her hand dipped lower—fingertips brushing over the exposed, sensitive tip of his cock. Liend jerked violently, a sharp hiss escaping his throat.
"Mommy. Loves. You."
Her voice rose with each word—insistent, burning.
"Understand it, Liend!" she shouted now, voice hitting its peak.
Liend screamed—his whole body trembling, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.
"Mom—No…"
Kiana clutched his tip—tight—as she pulled him closer.
"I—Love you."
Her voice rang with raw, dangerous intensity.
She lifted his cock—its sensitive head trembling—bringing it terrifyingly close to her entrance.
"Liend…" she whispered.
His expression twisted—eyes wide, trembling, burning with pain and confusion.
Kiana's tone softened again. One hand rose to caress his lower cheek, slow and tender—like nothing was wrong.
Her voice dropped, barely more than a breath.
"Shhh…"
She exhaled shakily, checking his breath.
"Liend…" she whispered—again, voice low, barely audible.
She gently lifted his face—his eyes clenched shut, lips trembling, his expression twitching with pain and dread. Her breath hovered close—so close her lips nearly brushed his skin—as she dragged her mouth to his ear.
Then came her voice—barely a breath.
Her hand stroked his cock once—slow, deliberate—preparing him again. A third time. This time… to take him inside.
Her voice slipped into something darker. Obsessive. Controlling. Possessive.
Liend—Know This—
Mommy—She loves you