Mika gazed down at Fauna's trembling, exposed form, her pussy spread wide by her own hesitant fingers, glistening under the soft light.
A few more bead of arousal welled at her entrance and trickled down toward her ass.
And seeing this, he instantly knew she was on the edge.
One touch—just one—and she'd shatter.
But he didn't want a quiet climax.
He didn't want her to be able to brush it off as simple massage or because of the oil or any other excuse her innocent mind could cling to.
He wanted her to explode.
To squirt so hard she couldn't deny what her body was feeling.
To burn the truth into her: he wasn't just her son anymore.
He was a man.
And she wanted him in ways no mother ever should.
So, he went over to her side, gently brushing back her hair.
"It's about the time we end this massage, Fauna." He said, his voice deep. "And I'm going to end it like I do for all women."
