Chirp~ Chirp~
The night gave way to morning, soft sunlight spilling in through the curtains. Birds chirped outside, filling the quiet with their melody.
The sharp buzz of an alarm cut through the calm. Aria groaned as she reached over to silence her phone.
"Agh—morning already?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
She squinted at the time. "What time—AAH! I'm late!"
Click!
The door swung open just as she screamed. Kiana stepped in, a bright smile on her face.
"Lie—oh! Aria, you're already up?" her mother changed mid-sentence, pausing as she saw Aria pushing aside the sheets.
"Yeah, Mom," Aria said quickly, tossing her legs off the bed. "I'm late for work, I've got to get going—fast."
"Oh. Alright," Kiana nodded with a gentle smile.
"I made some pancakes—they're on the table. Take as many as you like."
Her voice was calm, composed—motherly.
"Thanks, Mom," Aria replied as she slipped on her slippers and headed toward the door. She stepped out and quietly shut it behind her.
Click.
"Haa…" Kiana sighed once the room was quiet again.
"I guess I still have time to—" she began to murmur, her eyes already drifting toward the tent forming in Liend's crotch.
But just as her temples twitched with the thought of reaching for him—
"Ughh… my head…"
Liend stirred.
He groaned, his face contorting as he brought a hand to his temple, wincing from the dull ache pounding inside.
Shifting weakly, he reached out blindly, his palm pressing against the cold, damp wall beside the bed. The chill bit into his skin, sending a shiver through him.
His eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the filtered light spilling into the room.
"Mom…" Liend muttered, his eyes snapping open.
The first thing his gaze landed on—Kiana—standing near the bedside in a pink apron. Her bare shoulders glistened faintly in the morning light, sideboobs teasingly visible through the loose armholes. Her thighs, smooth and long, peeked out from the split sides of the apron, the hem swaying just above her knees.
Liend's eyes lingered—unable to look away.
Kiana... Mom... She looks—
"Liend…" Kiana's voice brought him back, soft and syrupy. "Your head's hurting again, child?" she asked, a hint of concern laced in her tone.
"Ah—yeah." He blinked, pulling his eyes away as he clutched his temple again. "Aghh… I think it's the pills. That's probably why…"
Kiana simply hummed at his reply, nodding gently. "But if you don't take them, you won't be able to sleep well, will you?" she cooed.
She walked toward him, slow and graceful, and sat beside him. Her hand reached up to stroke his head—delicate fingers threading into his hair—then slid gently around his neck, pulling him in close.
With a soft press of her lips, she kissed his forehead.
"You'll feel better soon… You just need to leave it all to mama," Kiana said gently, her voice smooth like silk. "As long as you follow what I say… keep taking your pills for those sleep problems… you'll get used to them soon enough. It'll all be fine."
She gave him a reassuring smile.
Then her hand drifted lower—her fingers gliding down to the tent forming in his pants. With slow, deliberate motion, she traced small circles over the stiff bulge.
"And this…" she whispered, "would you like to leave this to mama too?"
Liend jolted back instinctively, a shiver running through his spine.
"Mom…" he murmured—half alarmed, half confused.
But Kiana leaned in closer, placing a finger gently over his lips to hush him. Her breath tickled his skin as she whispered into his ear—warm, intoxicating.
"Don't worry," she purred, nibbling lightly on his earlobe, "just depend on Mama… it'll feel good."
A shudder ran through him as her words ghosted against his ear, her breath hot. His cheeks flushed deep red, and goosebumps prickled across his arms and neck.
"Ugh…" Liend groaned faintly.
I have a girlfriend… he thought.But then his eyes dropped—drawn helplessly to the deep cleavage just inches from his face, framed by the loose, gaping apron.
Kiana stood there—wearing nothing underneath but a delicate, pink apron. Faint floral patterns were etched into the fabric, some of them cut out just enough to reveal glimpses of the pale, silky skin beneath.
Few small holes rested right over her side—exposing the curve of her ribcage, smooth and flawless.
Liend's throat tightened.
Gulp.
His eyes locked on her as she stepped closer, her finger pressing down—firm, yet teasing—onto the tented tip of his dick. A faint pulse of heat twitched through him, and a small drop of precum soaked through the fabric.
Kiana hissed softly, her voice low and throaty—more growl than whisper—as she leaned in, pressing Liend down onto the bed.
He fell back, breath catching in his throat, her finger still pressing with intent against the sensitive tip beneath his waistband.
Gentle. But impossible to ignore.
"What do you say…?" she whispered, her tone hot against his cheek.
"Do we…"
Her voice trailed off as she reached behind her back—fingers catching one of the apron's knots. She gave it a tug.
The fabric loosened.
Her waist brushed against the cold air as the apron slipped from her chest—falling forward, the fabric landing softly on Liend's tensed body.
Only the knot around her neck kept it from falling completely.
Her breasts—now free—remained partially hidden behind the draped fabric, but glimpses of them peeked through the floral cutouts and the open sides. The soft weight of them pressed down against his chest, nipples stiff and unmistakable beneath the fabric, their presence undeniable.
They dragged her forward—gravity pulling her down—until she leaned in completely, her breasts flattening against him, as she moaned—low, guttural—far too deliberate.
"Haaa…"Her breath escaped against his ear—hot, humid, and intentional.
Liend's ears flushed red. His cheeks burned. His entire body was alight with heat.
Beneath his waistband, his cock strained higher—fully tented, aching.
Kiana's hips rolled forward—slightly, her pussy grazing the tip through his pants, as she inhaled sharply.
"You…" she whispered—slow, deliberate—her breath hot against his ear, each word sliding smoothly toward him. "...need to choose. Fast."
Her hand crept up, tracing along the side of his face—fingers delicate but firm. She let her thumb brush across his cheek, then tugged at the corner of his mouth, gently pulling his lips apart.
"Choose," she hissed again, her tone a low growl.
She leaned in closer.
Her breath brushed against his—thick and heavy. Tongue slipping out, slow and wet, rolling just inches from his lips.
"Me… or…"