CHAPTER 40: TEASE

"Red..." Liend repeated softly,

"...should be fine, right?"

Kiana blinked, puzzled.

"Red?"

She turned her head slightly, confused.

"W–what are you talking about, Liend?"

"A wound?" she murmured, brows furrowing.

"I... don’t remember having any wound there."

Liend slowly shook his head, eyes still lowered—gaze fixed on the spot just beneath her.

"Not a wound," he whispered,

"...a much better place."

Kiana stilled slightly, unsure.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Liend..." she said, voice cautious now. There was something in his tone, in the way he said, that made her pause—uncertain if he was about to stretch her rule... or slide through some loophole.

She took a breath, thinking it through, then clarified, voice steady but slightly breathless:

"As long as it’s not this—"

Her fingers moved gently, gliding lower until they pointed to the quivering entrance beneath her—the glistening hole between her thighs.

Kiana drew her hand back, then lifted it—pointing upward.

"And these," she said, gesturing toward her nipples—perched atop her heavy, swaying breasts, pulled low and together in her bent-over form.

"It should be fine."

Liend paused, making sure he understood. He nodded faintly, lifting the body wash bottle and coating his finger thoroughly.

"It should be alright, then... right?" he asked, voice low, testing.

Kiana exhaled softly.

"Yes," she said.

That was all he needed.

Liend smiled to himself—quiet, satisfied. She had given it, even if unknowingly. A slip. And now... he moved.

"This won’t be any of those," he muttered under his breath,

"...then, Mom."

His finger—slick with body wash—pressed forward.

It found soft, supple skin first. Then lower—the other entrance.

The tight, quivering ring of muscle gave way slightly under his push—resisting, then yielding as he slid forward, slow and steady.

Kiana moaned—loud, raw—the sound echoing through the steamy room, the first real break in her voice.

"There’s no rule being broken... this way," Liend said, voice low, steady.

His finger pressed inward—pushing slowly into her tight entrance. The sudden intrusion sent a shock through Kiana’s body. She cried out—sharp, involuntary—as the jolt overwhelmed her. Her body clenched—hard—peeing uncontrollably onto the floor, her legs trembling beneath her.

"Liend!" she screamed, voice caught between confusion and release.

But Liend didn’t stop. He had found his loophole—and he wasn’t letting go.

"Mom," he said, breath ragged, eyes focused.

"It’s still within the rules."

Another finger pushed in—then a third, stretching her further, deliberately, as he moved with intent.

"How’s it feel, Mom?" he asked, voice cracking with heat—half breathless, half triumphant.

His fingers thrust inside her, working deep as Kiana moaned helplessly. Her hips jerked, legs unsteady—until they finally gave out beneath her.

She collapsed with a cry, body falling hard, hips smacking wetly against the floor with a loud—

Splash.

Supple flesh met the soaked tiles, water and skin clapping together, as Liend’s fingers slipped free from the sudden collapse.

"Liend!" Kiana shouted, her legs trembling as she pushed herself to the side, back pressing hard against the wall.

Liend stepped toward her.

"Wait—!" she gasped.

He paused, eyes locked on her, breath heavy with want.

"Now you want more rules?" he asked, his voice uncertain—wary, like something had shifted. His eyes flicked with doubt.

Was she going to pull away?

Kiana met his gaze—her mind fogged, her breath short. She knew it. If she backed off now... if she added new rules, it would all slip. She wouldn’t be able to pull either of them out of it.

Liend stepped forward again.

His cock—twitching, flushed, glistening—hovered in front of her, jerking slightly in the air. Kiana sat frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, ears ringing with it. The heat from him was close, too close. The scent hit her—raw, musky, dizzying—and her body tensed, breath caught.

"Mom..." Liend murmured.

His shaft was right in front of her face now. Her mind reeled—spinning from sensation, from choice, from everything that had built to this moment.

She wasn’t sure—how to lead it...or how to stop it anymore.

"Liend," she said, her voice low, eyes locked on his—hungry, and cautious. One wrong move, and things could spiral out of control. There was no one here to stop him. Not in this state—his body still overwhelmed by the pill’s effect. If she misstepped now, it could end badly for her.

She inhaled deeply, steadying her breath as she reached for support—one hand pressing against the tub’s edge. Slowly, she rose to stand in front of him.

Liend stared, uncertain, his breath ragged.

One more rule, he told himself. Just one more... and I’ll go in.

Kiana watched him carefully. She knew him, her son—too well—not just his eyes, but the way his thoughts moved behind them. She could sense exactly what he was thinking.

Silently, she shifted, creating a small space between them. Her trembling hands pressed to the cool tub for balance as she began to lower herself, bending slightly—deliberately.

"Go on..." she whispered, barely audible. "Go on, Liend..."

Her hand slid from the front, moving slowly over the soft curve of her ass. She guided her fingers across the flesh, sinking gently into the mound near the sensitive entrance of her hips. Then, she pressed inward—fingers parting—before she pulled them back again.

Her well-manicured fingers pressed in—nails catching the light as she pulled, exposing herself fully now that her plush mound no longer concealed the view. The ring of her ass, soft and quivering, twitched in anticipation—vulnerable, open.

She held herself there, breathing low, giving in to the moment. The resistance was gone. The battle, lost.

"Go on, Liend," she said—quiet, resigned.

The trembling ring sat bare before his eyes—inviting, and yet marked by the weight of her surrender. Her voice came again, softer now, touched with reluctance.

"You’ve earned it..."

Liend swallowed hard, throat dry. He stepped forward, breath unsteady, his cock brushing against the heat of her skin—pressing.

"Mom..." he whispered, his voice barely holding together.

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His fingers slid over Kiana’s—meeting hers where they pressed into her soft flesh. Gently but firmly, he eased in, his touch deepening, tracing the warmth she had opened for him. He nestled closer, poised, ready to enter.