CHAPTER 39: BB

Liend leaned in, hands rising to cup the underside of Kiana’s breasts. She looked down at him, eyes glittering with playful mischief.

"Remember..." she murmured, her voice laced with heat.

"I know," Liend huffed, trying to stay focused—trying to breathe.

Kiana smiled softly, tilting her head.

"Go on."

He obeyed.

His hands rubbed slowly, carefully—palming the full weight of her breasts from underneath, both at once. His touch was firm, reverent.

Kiana let out a soft moan—barely audible, but it made something inside him tighten.

"Kiana..." Liend voiced, reacting at the sound of her.

But Kiana raised a hand, stilling him gently.

"Remember," she said again, voice steady.

"We’re doing this for..."

Her eyes dropped—glancing toward his trembling, twitching cock below, slick and aching, barely holding back.

"...control," she finished, her voice just above a breath.

Then her eyes met his again—sharp, searching, waiting to see how well he was still holding on.

"A few of Mom’s moans," Kiana said softly, tilting her head,

"shouldn’t be enough to distract you... right?"

Her voice held both playfulness and challenge.

Liend, still rubbing her slowly, heard her through the haze. He exhaled hard, trying to focus—trying to breathe through it. His eyes dropped, his cock twitching, aching, but he clenched down on the urge, forcing restraint to hold.

"Yes..." he muttered.

His fingers trembled slightly as they moved—cupping the fullness of her breasts, molding the underside and along the sides. He didn’t press too hard, but every time he did, her soft skin gave way under his touch.

And with each careful press came another subtle sound—Kiana’s moans, soft and drawn out, clearly intentional. Designed to break him.

Liend drew in a deep breath, slow and steady, lungs straining to calm the heat building in his body.

Then—

"No..." Kiana whispered, stopping him just as his hand drifted lower—dangerously close.

Her eyes flicked down toward his fingers, hovering near the start of her areola.

"Even that part," she warned, voice low, sweet, and unwavering.

Liend grunted, jaw tight, barely pulling back.

"I know..." he said through clenched teeth.

His fingers moved carefully along the side of her breast—never touching the part. Kiana let out a soft moan, eyes half-lidded as she watched him.

"Too frustrated...?" she asked knowingly, her gaze drifting downward to his cock—twitching, nudging helplessly at the air, desperate for friction.

She smirked.

"If you don’t hurry up..." Kiana teased, her voice light but dangerous,

"You might just finish while rubbing Mommy."

The playfulness in her tone tested his edge, poked at his restraint.

Liend exhaled sharply, pulling his hand away, trying to breathe, to center himself again.He muttered, half in haze, half in control—

"It’s just the back now..."

Kiana nodded, stepping slightly to the side. She lifted one leg, pointing toward it.

"These too," she said, referring to her thighs.

Liend looked, his breaths rough, uneven.

"We can do that... from the back too," he replied, voice strained but steady.

Kiana smiled, amused and approving.

"That’s a great idea."

Her tone was calm, guiding—yet underneath it, still laced with control.

She turned gracefully, placing one hand on the tub’s edge for support. Slowly, deliberately, she bent forward—her movements intentional, precise—designed to test him.

Her hips arched upward, full and bare, the curve of her flesh on full display. Bouncy, soft, and flushed, it hung just before him—taunting. Her eyes stayed forward, fixed on the tub, calm and composed as ever.

"Would this..." Kiana murmured, her voice low, sultry,

"...do?"

She didn’t turn to look—her eyes stayed forward, fixed on the tub—but the question hung thick in the air.

Liend stood behind her, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, his gaze locked on the shape of her bent body.

"Y... yes," he breathed, barely audible.

Kiana smiled.

"Go on then."

He stepped closer, hands trembling slightly. As he moved in, his bare cock brushed lightly against her thigh—nudging, slick with need.

His fingers found her back, sliding gently across the damp, glistening skin. He began to rub in the solution—slow, deliberate strokes tracing down from the nape of her neck, over the slope of her spine.

Kiana let out a soft moan, breath escaping through parted lips.

"Liend..."

He didn’t answer this time. He simply kept going, his hands working her back, massaging, scrubbing, spreading the soap, while below—his cock pushed—nudging onto her thigh, pressing.

Kiana exhaled, the sound almost a purr.

"I told you..." she said, her voice soft but warning,

"...to follow the rules."

Liend continued, his warm hands slick with solution, gliding over Kiana’s skin. His fingers moved slowly—feeling the soft, smooth texture beneath them, the way her body yielded to his touch.

"Kiana..." he whispered, voice low.

"The rules..."

His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her back, fingertips pressing gently into the supple swell of her hips. She was warm—soft and giving beneath the weight of his hand.

"They were..." he continued, voice trembling with restraint,

"...not to touch—"

His hand slipped further, fingers moving with daring purpose, until he reached her.

The glistening folds of her pussy pulsed with heat, slick and drenched—not just from the water.

And then—just one finger, the back of it, grazing lightly over it—from the outside.

Kiana moaned—sharper this time, real, unexpected.

"Liend!"

He smiled against her.

"I didn’t touch the pink part," he murmured, voice laced with quiet defiance.

Then he pressed forward, just slightly—his cock brushing against her thigh, slick threads smearing across her skin.

"But..."

Another slow nudge, his body trembling now.

"...you didn’t say anything about this."

"A little nudge..." Liend murmured, voice hushed, teasing.

"That should be okay... right, Mom?"

He worked closer, his body drawn to her heat. Kiana didn’t answer right away—her thoughts scattered, composure slipping in the warmth and pressure building inside her.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

"...Okay," she whispered.

"But no ’inside’ today," she added quickly, voice firming slightly—trying to reestablish the line.

"If you somehow... end up spilling..."

"I won’t," Liend said with a quiet smile, a flicker of confidence returning to him.

He pushed forward again, his cock pressing more firmly against her soft skin. She shivered slightly at the contact—at the wet, slick heat smearing across her thigh.

"Not until I come," he murmured, grinding ever so gently, the tip leaving glossy trails along her skin.

"It should be okay... right?"

He nudged more—measured, slow.

Kiana didn’t reply this time.

She only stood there, braced, her breath shaky, her body—tense .

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Kiana didn’t respond, and that silence spoke volumes.

Liend smiled faintly—gaining a touch of a little more understanding—of his mom, sensing her restraint, her hesitation, her quiet permission. His own struggle lessened slightly now, with his cock rubbing softly against her—just enough friction to ease the ache, even if not enough for release.

He continued.

His fingers, having finished along her back, now slid slowly down—finding her hips. He took his time there, finally allowing himself to feel the full, supple curve beneath his palms. The bounce, the warmth, the give—her hips molded into his touch.

Then he noticed something.

His fingers drifted lower, brushing the underside, slipping just slightly—close to the pussy. They found the other entrance—near her smooth curve, quivering faintly under the tension between them.

"Mom..." he murmured, voice low.

He looked down, eyes fixed on the delicate, twitching ring beneath his fingers—spreading it gently, slowly.

"Weren’t the rules..." he continued,

"...not to touch the pink part?"

Kiana exhaled—sweet, but not steady. There was a softness to her breath, but also a slight edge to her voice when she finally replied—composure barely holding.

"And not to come, Liend," she said.

Her tone wavered—controlled, but tinged with something else.

"Yes."

Liend paused—just a little—to make sure.

"So..." he began, fingers halting their slow motion near the other entrance. The skin there was flushed—a deep red—dangerously inviting, quivering beneath his touch.

"Red... should be fine, right?" he asked, voice quiet, almost innocent.

He tilted his head, waiting for Kiana’s reply—but his eyes stayed low, fixed on that trembling place between her legs.