Chapter 54 — A Mother On her Fours.

As he watched her crawl toward the garden, the realization settled over him that he could—and likely would—be the one to satisfy that hidden, frantic need.

Kael pulled her out into the garden, setting his plate of food on the grass before resuming his walk, leading Amber by her hair as she crawled on all fours behind him.

"This feels exactly like walking a dog," he chuckled, a cold, dark amusement coloring his tone.

He felt a brief flash of surprise at how quickly his previous morality was dissolving, his principles being eroded by the harsh reality of this world.

Yet, the physical ache and the heavy tightness in his pants quickly cut his introspection short, refocusing his mind on the present.

As he continued to pace, he kicked his pants off, discarding them carelessly onto the grass.

After circling the yard for several minutes, he sat down in the center of the fenced garden.

He specifically chose this spot, craving the added thrill of being in the open air, where the risk of being seen heightened his desire to degrade her. Settling onto his haunches, he looked down at her.

Amber remained in the dirt, staring up at him with an innocent, expectant expression, patiently waiting for the next command to fall from his lips.

"Turn around, Mommy, and face your butt toward me," Kael said softly.

Amber obeyed without hesitation. Though a lingering fragment of her conscience urged her to warn her son about losing himself to his baser desires, her resolve was crumbling from within.

A deeper, more primal part of her psyche craved his commands, hungry for the submissive role he was forcing upon her. She didn’t want to stop him; she wanted to surrender.

Kael knelt before her, his eyes tracing the sight of her exposed labia and the tight, closed seal of her anus.

He reached forward, his fingers parting her folds to reveal the evidence of her arousal. He had suspected as much; she was slick and ready, her body betraying her outward silence.

She’s enjoying this far more than she’ll ever admit, he thought, a predatory smile tugging at his lips.

He pushed a finger deep into her, feeling the heat of her body clamp down around him. Maintaining a calm, composed expression, he brought his thumb up to stimulate her clitoris, his movements precise and deliberate.

He slid a second finger into her, expanding her slowly before picking up the pace. With his thumb circling and flicking against her sensitive bud, he began to rhythmically thrust his digits in and out, the sound of their friction mixing with the quiet rustle of the garden leaves.

Within a few minutes, Amber began to moan. Kael moved his hand furiously, adding a vibrating motion to the rhythm.

Her moans grew louder and sharper, and sensing that she was right on the edge, he pushed the fingers of his other hand into her ass.

Amber lost all mental control. She let go, her bladder emptying as she pissed all over the green grass.

Kael, having anticipated this, quickly shifted out of the way to keep himself dry. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed, dropping onto her chest with her butt raised high in the air.

She continued to twitch from the intensity of the orgasm, and her mind went blank as she blacked out for a moment.

When Amber’s mind finally cleared, she blinked and found Kael kneeling in front of her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey, Mom. You pissed yourself again," Kael laughed, his voice sharp with amusement.

Amber’s face burned a deep, hot red as she listened to him mock her lack of control. The first time it had happened, she had told herself it was just a coincidence, a fluke she could dismiss.

But this time was different. She had felt every single second of the buildup, the intense, overwhelming pleasure that had shattered her focus and forced her body to surrender.

"Please... keep this to yourself, Kael," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I would be so embarrassed if anyone else found out."

She spoke as if they were having a private conversation in her bedroom, completely ignoring the fact that they were still in the middle of their garden.

Her naked body was exposed to the world, and any passerby could easily see her from the street.

However, the authority that usually defined her tone was gone. She didn’t use her motherly voice to scold him or demand he stop; instead, her words came out as a weak, desperate request. She felt too broken and too satisfied to assert any real control.

"Of course I can’t tell anyone, Mom. This will remain something personal between us," Kael said, leaning down to press a kiss against her flushed cheek.

"But, Kael..." Amber hesitated, her eyes searching his. "I’m becoming suspicious, just like Lyla. Are you seeing someone in secret? Are you learning these tricks from someone behind my back?"

Kael didn’t answer with words. Instead, he brought the finger he had just pulled from her body up to her face. He used it to caress her lips, tracing the seam of her mouth for a few lingering moments before pushing it inside.

"Suck on it, Mother," he commanded.

Amber obeyed, her lips wrapping around his finger without a second thought.

As she did, Kael gave her the explanation he had carefully crafted the night before.

"Mother, when I was unconscious for those days after my injury, I had visions," he said, his voice low and steady.

"I saw so many people in my dreams, one after another, using different techniques. I watched them milking human females, and I saw all of these other ’odd’ things. I wanted to bury those visions, but I couldn’t. I have this overwhelming desire now—a need to perform the acts I saw in my dreams and see how they feel for myself."

"Please don’t reveal this to anyone, Mom. I have a gut feeling that I’m seeing someone else’s visions," Kael said, his voice thick as he looked into Amber’s eyes with a tearful expression. "I don’t want people to call me a freak."

Amber stared at him, a shiver running down her spine.

She had a strong hunch that he was telling the truth. It was possible that his soul or memories had merged with someone else’s—perhaps a person who had perished—during his brush with death.

While it was a far-fetched theory, she knew that in this world, rumors of soul and memory transference weren’t entirely unheard of in ancient lore.

Seeing Kael so distressed and vulnerable, her motherly instincts surged. She pulled him into a tight, comforting hug, stroking his hair.

"Don’t worry, Kael. I promise I won’t tell a soul," she whispered softly. "And isn’t it wonderful that we have our own little secrets to share now? Hehe."

She pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, her expression softening into something both protective and permissive.

"Regarding these dreams... you can try anything you want with me. No matter how absurd or strange those acts might feel, I’m here for you. But, you must promise me one thing: if I tell you to stop, you drop it immediately. Do you understand, Kael?"

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