After the passionate encounter, Tina realized her underwear and skirt were too soaked to wear. Glancing at the innocent-looking little Demon King beside her, she couldn't bring herself to scold him. She stripped off her wet clothes to change into fresh ones. I watched, wide-eyed, as Tina slowly removed each piece, revealing a sight beyond compare. Her bare, voluptuous breasts and the lush garden partially veiled by dark curls, with delicate petals peeking out, were breathtaking. I glanced at my shrunken body, frustrated. When will I grow up to claim this goddess?
Tina, noticing my gaze, said shyly, "Baby, you can't keep staring at Mommy. It's embarrassing." I replied innocently, "Mom, I don't want to, but your body's like a magnet—I can't look away." Her heart fluttered. No woman dislikes being admired, especially by such an adorable child. She sighed, "Fine, look all you want. Mommy's changing now." I nodded eagerly, watching as she bent to rummage through her bag. Her full, enticing hips faced me, swaying as she searched, revealing her garden's subtle movements and the tight bud of her rear. It was pure temptation.
I quietly approached, wrapping my arms around her hips and gently kneading. Tina gasped, "Baby, no more playing. Mommy needs to dress. We can't keep doing this." Yet she didn't push me away, her resolve wavering. Her body's willing; it's her mind I need to conquer. For my future happiness, I'll push harder. While caressing, I said, "But Mom, you enjoyed it earlier. You felt so good, squirting all that tangy, salty liquid, just like your sweet milk. Why can't we now?" Tina's thoughts spiraled: He's right. I did it once, and it felt incredible—better than anything with that man. Three peaks with my new son in less than a day. Am I depraved? Seeing her expression shift, I knew it was time to press further. I slid my hands to her rear, licking around her tight bud. Tina shuddered, "Baby, don't lick there! It's dirty—where waste comes from. We're mother and son; we can't keep making this mistake."
She covered her mouth to stifle her moans. Licking her rear while teasing her petals, I said, "Mom, your liquid's flowing again. You say no, but your body wants it. I'm doing this to make you feel good. Let's enjoy this together, Mom. I love you!" Tina's mind raced: He's doing this for me. If I reject him, it'll hurt him. And I love this feeling. My man's off with the revolution, neglecting me. Why can't I find my own joy? Convinced, she turned with a shy smile. "Alright, baby. Mommy will be with you, but only in private, okay? No telling anyone."
My heart soared at her words. "I'll make you happy forever, Mom!" She beamed, "When you grow up, Mommy will make you happy too." I dug into her garden with one hand, my tongue slithering like a snake, circling inside. "Baby, you're so good at this. My body's tingling, and the liquid's flowing more." I teased her sensitive bud with my other hand. She gasped, "Baby, that's too much. I'm going to—" I bit her bud gently, sucking hard, and squeezed her breasts, milk spraying around us. At the same moment, Tina screamed, "Mommy's going! I can't take it!" Her climax drenched my face. I swallowed some, holding the rest in my mouth. Pulling her up, I kissed her fiercely, letting the liquid flow into her mouth. At first, she thought it was dirty, but through my kiss, it became nectar. Our tongues danced, hers enveloping mine, drawing it deep.
When our lips parted, a silver thread lingered between us. I gazed at her seductive expression. "Was that good, Mom?" Tina sighed, "So good, baby. I've never felt this before. I don't know what I'd do without you." Earnestly, I said, "I'll never leave you, Mom. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll chase you down." She hugged me tightly. "Mommy won't run. I'll stay with you forever."
Tina glanced at the sky. "Baby, it's getting late. We need to sleep. We've got a long journey tomorrow." She released me to find clothes, pulling out various undergarments. Unsure which to wear, she asked, "Baby, which one?" I pointed to the sexiest—a rose-patterned, sheer thong. She laughed, "You little pervert." I pouted, "You asked me to choose, and now you call me a pervert? You're bullying me!" She flicked my forehead. "Little pervert, stop pretending. Those tricks you used—are those a child's?" She turned away, feigning anger. Thinking she was upset, I tugged her arm. When she didn't respond, I hugged her, "Mom, I'm sorry. I lied because I love you too much. I was wrong." She turned, smiling, "What luck in my past life to meet a rascal like you. Promise Mommy you won't lie again." I nodded, "Never again." She hummed in approval, then began dressing, deliberately slow, as if teasing me. When I moved to hug her, she said, "No touching, only looking. That's your punishment."
I muttered, "Women are so fickle. Screaming in pleasure one moment, cold the next." Tina, catching it, snapped, "What did you say?" I shook my head, "Nothing!" She finished dressing, twirling to show off. The black, sheer thong barely covered her breasts, the red buds peeking through. The fabric below just veiled her garden, with curls spilling out, revealing its shape. A thin string ran through her hips, exposing her curves. I took deep breaths, captivated. Tina, seeing my reaction, was thrilled—no woman dislikes her beloved's admiration.
As she put on her skirt and top, I sulked. She laughed, "Come, Mommy will hold you to sleep." I dove into her arms, resting my head on her soft peaks. Unable to sleep, I looked up. "Mom, I can't sleep. I want the red bud." She chuckled, "You little pervert, even scheming while sleeping." She lifted her top, her breasts springing free. I latched onto a bud, hugging the other, and drifted off. Tina gazed at me, feeling fulfilled.
Staring at the dark sky, she murmured, "Monkey D. Dragon, our time is over. Today, I've found my other half. I'm content. Ace, Luffy, forgive your unworthy mother. With Grandpa looking after you, I'm at ease."
Hearing her words, I knew I'd won. Tina was mine completely. Under the dark sky, we fell asleep with smiles.