Cold air brushed against Kiana's bare legs as she straddled Liend—her skin tingling under the chill, in contrast to the heat blooming between them.
She rolled her hips slowly, grinding against the firm bulge beneath his pants, her thighs spreading wider around him, taking up space.
Then, with a quiet breath, she leaned forward, reaching for his hand.
"Mom…" she whispered, bringing his trembling hand higher, higher—from her waist up—to her chest—guiding it. Her voice—low, dripping with intent.
Liend lay beneath her—stunned, breathless, his mind spinning in a haze of disbelief and rising heat.
He didn't resist.
"…could show you things…"
Her hand wrapped around his, moving it up—reaching her chest.
She pressed it in.
His fingers sank into the soft swell of her breast, melting into the warmth through the thin layers of her fitted shirt and bra. The contact—intimate, yet paralyzing.
Kiana's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile, with eyes locked on his, she mouthed words—heavy, deliberate, and soaked in meaning:
"…your little, underdeveloped girlfriend could never even dream of."
Kiana's voice dripped with wicked satisfaction.
As the final word left her lips, she rolled her hips once more—grinding down against the thick bulge in his pants. The friction was smooth, controlled, and devastating.
Liend lay beneath her, unmoving.
His mouth hung slightly open, breath stuck somewhere in his throat. No words came—no resistance, no consent—only the wide, glassy look in his eyes and the heat radiating off his skin.
His thoughts were a blur. His body, overwhelmed.
As Kiana smiled.
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Cold air crept in through the open door, brushing against Kiana's bare legs as she straddled Liend.
Kiana hissed low, almost a purr laced with threat.
She exhaled slowly, then reached down, grabbing one of Liend's fingers.
"You're such a bad child," she murmured—teasing, sharp.
She pulled his finger upward—from where it had been resting on her breast—guiding it toward her slightly parted mouth.
"Not even closing the door."
His hand slid up along her neck, coaxing his hand forward.
Her tongue slipped out—wet and slow—greeting the pad of his finger with a teasing roll.
Her hand guided his—sliding it from the soft slope of her neck, up toward her waiting mouth, lips parted just enough, tongue already extended in quiet anticipation.
Her eyes stayed fixed on his finger—hungry, patient—savoring every inch it closed in.
Liend's finger brushed along the silky smoothness of her skin, gliding past her chin—sharp, yet feminine—until it met the cushiony heat of her tongue, slick and glistening with saliva.
His body jolted.Hair rose along his arms and neck, breath caught in his throat.
Kiana didn't break eye contact.
"Mommy needs to teach you," she whispered.
Then, slowly, deliberately—she drew his finger past her lips.
Warmth enveloped him. Her tongue curled around the finger, swirling with slow precision, coating it in slick trails of saliva. The inside of her mouth was soft, wet, and controlled—every motion, to tease, overwhelm his senses.
She pulled back inch by inch, lips dragging along the length of his finger—refusing to let go.
Her mouth clung, as if protesting the release.
Then, with one final suctioning pull, she let the finger slip free—wet, glistening, as she smiled.
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The finger slipped from her mouth with a soft, wet plop.
It was coated—slick and glistening—with a thick sheen of saliva. Strings of it clung between her lips and the knuckle as she finally let go.
Kiana lifted her gaze to meet his.
Liend's eyes were wide, locked onto hers, frozen in place as his breath came ragged.
She slowly held up his finger in front of him, letting him see it. Long, slim strands of saliva stretched and dangled down from it—descending in shimmering trails that caught the light, gluing one part of him to her in the most obscene way.
Then, without a word, Kiana reached for his other finger.
She took the finger—gently—and pressed it against the wet, coated one.
The moment they touched, the saliva transferred—sticky, warm, stringing between the two fingers.
She began to pull them apart… slowly.
More threads formed, connecting fingertip to fingertip in delicate, wet strands. They shimmered as she moved, stretching thin before breaking.
Liend swallowed hard.
Still beneath her. Stunned.
Still unsure how to process the fact that the woman above him—his own mother—wore a smile so mischievously hungry… dangerously needy.
It wasn't a look befitting someone nearing her forties.
But Kiana didn't care.
She gazed down at him—eyes filled with unspoken meaning, lips parted as she breathed heavy, shallow breaths. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with heat, broken only by the sound of their hearts pounding—audibly loud in the stillness, as if trying to speak for them.
"You…"
Kiana exhaled the word slowly, like it took effort to form anything at all in the haze clouding both their minds.
She still held his hand—his fingers slick with saliva. Long, shimmering strands now dripped between them, warm and sticky, clinging to his skin. Some of it soaked in beneath the skin, the dampness making everything feel more intimate… more real.
And then, with a low, sultry breath—thick with heat and lingering sweetness—she whispered:
"You really need to be taught a lesson… by Mommy."
As she spoke, a warm, condensed breath left her lips, curling through the cold air.
Liend just stared up at her—eyes wide, lips parted.Kiana's pale skin had flushed to a deep red now, the heat rising through her chest, her neck, her face.
It engulfed her.
And she leaned in again.
Liend could barely breathe through the haze clouding his mind.
His body was hot—too hot—and Kiana only pushed deeper into that rising storm.
She brought his hand forward again, guiding it with care. Between his two fingers—still glistening with moisture—she aligned them with her lips, now parted, breath warm against his skin.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Then, slowly, her lips closed over them.
A soft, wet sound echoed in the stillness as she wrapped her mouth in between the offered digits. Her lips sealed tight, her tongue pressing between them as she began to suck—slowly, deliberately—nibbling gently along the sensitive skin.
The heat between them surged.
Liend gasped, his breath shallow and fast. His chest rose and fell in sharp rhythm as his heart thundered beneath it, each beat harder than the last.
Blood rushed through him—hot, insistent—amplifying everything. Every breath. Every sound. Every movement.
Kiana continued to suck on his fingers, coating them with saliva, wet and warm. Her tongue moved with care, almost reverent, savoring something forbidden.
And below—beneath the tight fabric of his pants—something else began to rise. His body, overwhelmed, responded to every grind of her hips.
She stayed atop him—grinding slowly, licking deeply—never breaking the rhythm. Never giving him space to think.
Liend held his breath.
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His Step-mom's movements were beyond anything Liend had imagined.
Her tongue moved in slow, decadent strokes—dragging thick trails of saliva along his fingers, curling into his palm, leaving behind warm, glistening traces.
Just as the moisture threatened to slip down toward his wrist, she leaned forward—tongue flicking out—and licked it back up, savoring every drop before it escaped. Then she repeated the process… unhurried, methodical, claiming every inch of him.
Liend could do nothing but lie there, taking it all in.
The way her hips ground against him.The warm wetness of her lips.The cushiony texture of her tongue as it played with his finger.
She slowly pulled back, huffing softly—her breath shaky, heated. Her cheeks flushed.
He breathed in—frozen. His fingers now carried her scent. Cold… yet floral, aromatic—dangerously her.
A scent that could only belong to his step-mom.
"You really are a bad child," she murmured with a wicked grin.
Then she rolled her hips again—grinding hard against the bulge in his pants. Her motion was smooth, deliberate, laced with control.
And the bulge beneath her answered—pressing back upward in a twitch, refusing to submit quietly.
Kiana's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile as she pressed her hips downward—grinding against the bulge that pushed stubbornly back against her.
She hissed softly, savoring the tension, before dropping his hands downward—right before her dripping cunt. Then, leaning over him, she looked down at Liend.
He was breathless. Panting. Overwhelmed.
"All this worked up," she whispered, voice laced with delight, "just from Mommy…?"
She leaned in closer, breasts flattening against his chest with each motion, the soft press of her body only fed the fire inside him.
Liend gasped beneath her, breathing hard with every descent of her body, every inch of contact.
And Kiana? She only smiled.
Her head brushed past his cheek—skin flushed, hot, his body trembling beneath her. The swelling beneath his pants pulsed hard between them.
She brought her lips to his ear, her voice low and commanding:
"Mommy's going to have to teach you a lesson…"