Kiana grabbed hold of Liend's dick, guiding it toward her with firm intent. His body trembled—aching all over. A deep-seated throb pulsed just behind the base of his shaft, muscles twitching with overstimulation, craving to be let go… yet helpless.
"You know Mommy loves you..."
Her voice came low—quiet, but thick with heat. It coiled around him, warm and suffocating. There was no tenderness in it, only a dark, possessive obsession.
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Kiana pulled him forward—his tip clenched tightly between her fingers—just enough pressure to make him wince, the pain sharp and deliberate. Liend pushed toward her, unable to resist. The deep, gnawing ache behind his cock made it nearly impossible to think, let alone pull back. It took everything he had just to stay conscious.
Her fingers pressed again—coaxing, cruel—pushing him right to the edge of his limit.
"I… Mommy loves you, Liend."
Her voice was soft—sweet even—but laced with something far darker beneath.
She tugged him closer, aligning his soft, spent length to her entrance. It hung only half as full as before, but she didn't care. Kiana shifted her hips forward—closing the space between them with slow, predatory purpose.
"Now…" she hissed, her breath hot against his face.
Liend trembled, eyes squeezed shut, silently begging for it to end.
And then—her words came again, each one striking like lava against ice—hard, burning through him.
"Mommy will truly show you… just how much," Kiana whispered, her lips brushing dangerously close to his ear, her words like ice tipped in poison.
"Show you how much Mommy loves you."
Her voice was barely more than a breath, laced with heat and madness. Then she slowly pulled her head back, her smile growing—satisfied, burning with obsession.
Liend lay beside her, trembling—his eyes clenched shut, body unresponsive. Kiana shifted, face aglow with heat as she pushed against him again—his cock still aching, the pain throbbing like a bruise in every nerve.
He winced as she grabbed him—rough, unrelenting—his hips buckling beneath her grip. His back hit the floor with a dull thud, body twitching under the sheer intensity of her touch.
Kiana hissed softly.
With one hand still clutched firmly around his sensitive shaft, she reached up and brushed her hair to one side—calm, collected.
Kiana pushed herself forward, thighs trembling as she straddled him. Her hips dropped with a wet smack—a heavy collision between her soft, molded curves and Liend's waist. She shifted again, settling fully with a dull thud atop him.
Liend hissed sharply.
The movement of her hands—subtle, unrelenting—sent a jolt of white-hot pain surging through him, pulsing behind his eyes. He blinked, eyes snapping open wide.
"Mo—ugh!"
The sound left him half-scream, half-groan—low, guttural, broken.
Kiana looked down at him, eyes gleaming. Seeing his gaze open, wide and raw, a quiet satisfaction curled at the corners of her lips. There was relief in her expression—but not mercy.
She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his.
And whispered—low, certain, unwavering:
"Enjoying this, Liend?"
Her eyes stayed locked on his—fully expecting his reply to be a nod, an obedient yes—as she rubbed him again, tighter, firmer.
"Mom—" Liend choked out, his voice cracking. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, driven by unbearable sensitivity and lingering ache.
"Don't… worry," Kiana whispered, her tone low, soothing—too soft for what she was doing. She watched him twitch beneath her, his body jerking helplessly as the tears streamed.
"Today…" she hissed, leaning in closer—her chest falling against his. Her breasts pressed against him, the stiff peaks clearly felt against his skin as she whispered darkly:
"Mom's going to show you… what real sex is."
She leaned in further, her mouth now hovering near his neck. Her breath was warm, slow.
Kiana smiled, eyes tracing the tension in his throat—the way the muscles clenched, the veins standing out. She lowered herself, lips grazing the skin gently…
And gave him a soft, deliberate kiss.
"Show you—"
She hissed softly, bringing her hand up—slow and deliberate—as her fingers glided toward his neck.
"Make you hers…"
Her touch moved with eerie precision, tracing along the side of his neck, then his jaw, before gently sliding down his chest. She lifted her hips—hovering just above his trembling thighs—as her hand continued downward, trailing lower… and lower.
Her fingers reached down, guiding her pussy, slowly—sliding over Liend's skin—lower—and lower—until it reached his cock. She paused there.
Her hand reached down, meeting the other one already holding his tip. Then, with a hiss, she adjusted—one hand lifting him, the other moving to the base, wrapping around it.
Liend jerked—his body writhing beneath her, breath ragged, sharp, barely able to draw in air. His eyes widened as he watched—
His mother, gripping his cock with both hands. Pulling. Tight. Trying to bring him back—force him erect again.
Liend gasped—eyes wide—tears already welling inside his eyes, once, twice, trailing silently.
Then his gaze lit up—not in passion, but in horror.
Kiana, lost in the heat of her own thoughts, didn't seem to notice. Her body moved on instinct, driven by obsession, unaware—or unwilling to see—what was unraveling in him.
But Liend saw it all. Felt every second of it.
His mouth opened—barely—lips trembling. A few broken words escaped, quiet, stammered...
Anything.
Anything to make her stop.
Kiana slowly lowered herself, her pussy—already dripping with heat and the remnants of cum—glistened in the air. Wet, gaping, quivering—it pulsed with need, aching for more.
Her fingers clutched tightly around Liend's cock… and then, slowly, one by one, she began to uncurl them.
Her mouth opened into a deep, satisfied smile—hungry, breathless—her eyes locked onto the swollen tip she held upright with one hand, curled gently around its middle, keeping it steady.
And through the heavy stillness between them—thick with heat, thick with tension—her voice fell low.
A whisper.
"Enjoy it… baby."