Chapter 115: Mother of the Year

Amon carefully lifted Ambrosia out of the car in a princess carry.

Her body was soft and warm against his chest.

The scent of wine and her perfume clung to her skin, stronger now that she was this close.

Every step made the full weight of her breast press into him through the thin fabric of her dress.

Sidney quickly adjusted the hem so it wouldn’t ride up, her fingers brushing her mother’s thigh, then glanced at Amon.

Their eyes met for a second too long, Amon could tell that his foster sister wanted something from him.

She looked away first. "I’ll open the apartment door."

Amon nodded. "Go ahead."

Sidney walked ahead of him on the staircase.

Amon followed, climbing the stairs while still holding Ambrosia.

The heat of her body soaked into his arms.

Every few steps he glanced down at her face.

Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, lips slightly parted and a little swollen from the kiss.

’...Why the fuck would she kiss me?’ Amon wondered to himself. ’...Did she really liked me that way all this time?’

Amon kept wondering why she had done it. The more he looked at her, the harder he got.

She was so beautiful and defenseless that Amon was having a hard time keeping himself in check.

The soft weight of her in his arms, the way her breast shifted against his chest with every step.

it all fuel his urge to do something to her.

He wanted to put her down right there on the stairs, push her dress up, and fuck her.

The thought was clear and he really wanted to act on it but they were still in the open.

’...Why would you put in such a difficult position, Ambrosia.’

There had always been a firm metal barrier in his mind when it came to Ambrosia.

Amon always wanted to see her as his mother dispite the complicated past between them.

But that kiss had cracked it.

He felt the difference immediately. The old restraint that used to stop him cold was thinner and almost gone now.

’I wouldn’t have touched you...but you had to make the first move.’

When Amon reached the apartment, the door was already open.

Inside, Sidney stood in the hallway with her dress half opened and loosely placed over her body.

The dress was just large enough to cover her from the tops of her breasts to her upper thighs.

Her black-and-orange hair stuck to her neck and bare shoulders.

The light from the hallway made her skin look warm and smooth. She looked soft, tried but ready to do anything.

"I’m going to take a bath," she said, looking at him.

"Go ahead."

Sidney tilted her head toward the bathroom door.

The movement made the dress slip a little showing her upper part of her breast.

She gave him a small, knowing look like asking if he wanted to join.

Amon stayed silent for a few seconds, eyes briefly dropping at her dress, then walked past her toward Ambrosia’s room.

"....Just wait." He said softly leaving her frozen in place.

Amon carried Ambrosia inside and laid her down on the bed.

The mattress dipped under her weight. He adjusted her head on the pillow and straightened her legs.

While he was fixing her posture she groaned softly, the sound low in her throat, and she mumbled. "It’s so hot..."

Ambrosia hands moved clumsily. She pulled the sleeves of her dress down her shoulders and tugged the top lower.

The fabric slid until the soft upper curves of her breasts were fully exposed.

Dark lace barely contained her breasts; the warm, pale skin above the cups rose and fell with her breathing.

A faint sheen of sweat made her cleavage glisten in the low light.

Amon’s cock hardened fully at the sight.

The urge to fuck her sat heavy and insistent low in his stomach.

For a brief moment he considered using Emotion Amplification to push her lust higher while she was still half-conscious.

He knew it would work. ’...But it will also only create bigger problems later.’

Amon’s hand hovered over the soft swell of her breast, close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin. He forced it back down.

He crouched beside the bed, kissed her forehead once and spoke quietly against her ear. "One day you’ll beg me to fuck you properly."

Then he stood, walked out, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

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Ambrosia’s eyes opened the moment the door shut.

A deep, burning flush spread across her face and down her neck.

She stared at the ceiling, heart beating too fast. ’What did I just do...?’

She had kissed her son and on the mouth.

She had even bitten his lip and afterward she had only pretended to fall unconscious so she wouldn’t have to see his reaction.

She pressed both hands over her face and let out a soft groan.

There were lines that should never be crossed, and she had stepped over one.

The memory of how soft his lips had felt, how warm his breath had been only made the guilt worse.

And under the guilt something else fluttered that she refused to name.

’It’s the ovulation phase that made me do it.’ she told herself quickly. ’It’s just hormones. It wasn’t really me.’

She repeated it several times, trying to make the excuse believable to herself.

Her body had been more sensitive lately. Her skin had felt too warm all evening.

That had to be the reason she had leaned across the car and done something so stupid.

It couldn’t be anything else.

Ambrosia rolled onto her side.

The movement made the half-lowered dress slip a little further.

She pulled the blanket up anyway, even though the room still felt warm and her skin still tingled where he had held her.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to force herself to sleep.

"I’ll never beg you for anything," she muttered into the pillow.

The words came out quiet and weak, even to her own ears.

Her thighs shifted restlessly under the blanket.