Chapter 55 — Mom Choking On Her Son Dick.

Amber wanted to grant Kael complete freedom with her body, yet a shred of motherly caution remained; she could not let him stray entirely from the right path.

Setting that boundary was her way of trying to maintain some semblance of order in their increasingly distorted relationship.

"I understand, Mom," Kael said, pulling away from the embrace.

His expression shifted instantly, his eyes darkening as he looked down at her. "But for now, Mom, I need to get this taken care of—so please."

He gestured toward his stiff, throbbing erection, his hands moving to the back of her head to gently but firmly guide her down. Amber did not resist.

She opened her mouth, her lips parting to accommodate him as she took his length inside. As she began to work on him, she felt the familiar weight of his cock, silently acknowledging that their dynamic had irrevocably changed.

Kael pushed Amber down onto his throbbing erection. Applying steady pressure to the back of her head, he forced his length to slide deep into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

"Relax your neck, Mom," Kael commanded, his voice soft and smooth. "And let me move your head freely."

Feeling her neck muscles loosen in obedience, he grabbed her hair firmly at the roots and pulled her face up. Staring down at her open mouth, he spat into it before shoving her head back down onto his hardness.

He began to use her like a disposable toy, gripping her head firmly on both sides and rhythmically bobbing it up and down to drive his cock deep into her throat.

"Glug-glug, gugg, guuugggg, glugg, glugg." Those were the only sounds Amber could manage as Kael used her head as his personal masturbator.

Kael’s precum began to coat her throat, making every thrust slicker and more intense for them both.

Some time later, Amber’s face was covered in a thick layer of his fluid. The most intoxicating sight for Kael was watching his thick cum drip down into her nostrils.

Amber didn’t protest, even as the substance began to clog her nasal passages. Soon, the accumulation made it difficult for her to breathe, and she began to choke.

"Get it out of your nose, Mother," Kael said, his voice gentle as he watched her struggle for air.

"Nghh, nghh." Amber returned to him after quickly blowing her nose to clear her airways. Kael resumed, rhythmically pumping into her mouth.

He had intended to keep this going longer, but his body reached its limit; the intense excitement of the morning proved too much, and he gave up, releasing a thick, hot torrent of his seed directly into her throat.

Drawing on her previous experience, Amber instinctively gulped, swallowing every drop he forced into her.

"Did you drink all of it, Mom?" Kael asked, his breathing still heavy.

"Yes, Kael. See?" She opened her mouth wide for him, tilting her head back to give him a clear view inside.

Her tongue and the back of her throat were slickly coated in a layer of his fresh fluids, but there was no pool of excess left behind.

"Good, Mother." Kael reached out and patted her head, his movements affectionate and gentle, much like someone petting a dog after a trick well-performed.

Amber felt a wave of relief, happy that the session was finally coming to an end. Despite the humiliation of losing control of her bladder in front of him again, a dark part of her couldn’t deny that she had actually enjoyed the intensity of the encounter.

Still on her hands and knees, she moved to push herself up, desperate to stretch her aching limbs.

Before she could rise, Kael’s voice cut through the air. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I’m getting up, Kael," she replied, freezing in a hunched, kneeling position. "Aren’t you done playing around with me?"

"No, Mom. I’m not done yet," Kael said, his tone gentle but demanding. "From now on, can you please ask me if I’m finished with you before you try to move?"

Amber paused, considering his request. She felt it was only logical to defer to him, especially since she had already agreed to let him explore these urges.

She gave a submissive nod and immediately lowered herself back onto all fours, waiting in the dirt for his next command.

"Come, Mom. I’m taking you to the bathroom," Kael directed, gripping her long, vibrant red hair to pull her along.

He had been fascinated by her silky locks from the very moment he first opened his eyes in this world, but using them as a leash now provided a new, twisted thrill.

He felt his blood stir, his erection beginning to pulse with renewed life at the sight of her crawling behind him.

However, he forced himself to hold back. He decided to save the rest of his stamina for his visit to Suna later that day; his mother had certainly had her fill for the morning.

Kael walked ahead, his posture confident and detached, while Amber followed on all fours, obedient and silent. Once they reached the small bathroom, he released his grip on her hair.

"We’re done for today, Mom," he said, his voice gentle. "You can rise now."

"Kael, I’ve wasted so much time with you already, so we need to finish this bath as quickly as possible. Come, now."

Kael felt a flicker of satisfaction seeing his mother trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy, her voice regaining a bit of its usual composure. "Sure, Mom."

They washed each other in relative silence, the tension of the morning slowly giving way to the mundane reality of household tasks. Once clean, Kael finally turned his attention to his breakfast, which he had completely ignored in the heat of his urges.

He wolfed down the meal, his appetite returning in full force now that the physical strain had passed.

With his strength restored, he stood up and headed toward the door. "Mom, if you don’t need me here for anything else, I’m going to pay Kyro a visit," he called out, his voice echoing through the small house.

"You can leave, Kael," came her muffled reply, her voice drifting from the direction of the closet where she was tending to their laundry.

He didn’t linger for a goodbye. With his mind already set on his plans for the day, he stepped out into the crisp air, leaving the cozy atmosphere of the house behind.

Kael left his house and walked for ten minutes until he reached his aunt’s home.

It had been two days since he had last been with his aunt, and he was eager to see her. As he approached, he spotted movement in her garden.

From a distance, he saw a woman—Elara, a woman from their neighborhood who was the same age as his Mother—being rammed on the ground.

What made Kael freeze was the sight of who was on top of her: his friend, Kyro.

Kael crept closer, his eyes narrowing to verify his findings. It was definitely Kyro, moving with a rhythmic, forceful intensity. What was even more bewildering was the position.

As Kael had taught him—both in theory and through his own recent experiments—he had expected Kyro to be using Elara’s ass.

Instead, Kyro was fucking her pussy, his hips driving into her with a raw, frantic pace that showed he was ignoring the very techniques Kael had been coaching him on.

Kael stood in the shadows, his lips curling, watching his friend bypass his instructions for a more traditional, yet no less intense, method of pleasure.