Liend lay sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling with labored breaths.
His heart pounded violently—drumming against his ribs as if trying to break free. One hand clutched at his chest, the other covered his eyes, as if shielding himself from the reality burning into his thoughts.
He exhaled—long, shaky, and deep.
"Oh... oh Mother..." he breathed, voice barely holding together.
"Why... why did you have to ask me that?"
Another heavy breath left him, the morning haze still clinging to his mind. Everything had happened too fast. Too intense.
He blinked beneath his hand, thoughts spiraling.
"Her... or... my girlfriend?"
The words sat heavy in his mouth. He didn’t understand.
His sister’s strange reaction...His mother—straddling him, her tongue inches from his, her breath heavy, her eyes burning with intent. The way she nearly pressed her mouth against his to trade saliva...
Liend couldn’t make sense of any of it. Not a single thing that had happened this morning.
"Why...?" he exhaled, voice trembling.
He clutched his chest tighter, the thudding of his heartbeat relentless beneath his palm. The soft morning light crept in through a narrow crack in the window curtain, casting slanted beams across the bed.
His mind raced, but his body felt too heavy to move.
"Liend."
His mother’s voice—gentle, almost careful—broke the silence.
He was still catching his breath as she stepped quietly into the room, uncertain.
"The breakfast... it’s ready," Kiana said, eyes not meeting his. Her voice was low, hesitant.
"I... I’d like to talk about something. Come downstairs..." Her final words trailed into a murmur, barely audible as she exhaled softly and slowly pulled the door shut again.
Just before it clicked closed, Liend managed a breathy, dazed reply through the ache in his lungs.
"...Alright..."
"I—I’ll be right there, Mom," Liend called out, his voice still unsteady.
From the other side of the door, Kiana replied with a soft hum. "Alright."He could hear the faint sound of her footsteps retreating as the door clicked shut.
Liend remained still for a moment, sitting at the edge of the bed, hand resting over his chest as he tried to settle the wild rhythm of his heart.
"I... I don’t even know what to say anymore..." he murmured to himself.
His head throbbed—not just from the remnants of sleep or the pill, but from the confusion, the heat, the lingering pleasure that refused to leave his body.
He sighed and slowly got to his feet.
Dragging himself into the bathroom, he washed up in silence, letting the cold water splash across his face. It did little to settle the thoughts spinning through his mind.
Afterward, he dressed quietly.
White shirt.Black pants.His school coat—neatly folded—slid over his shoulders.
Liend stood before the mirror for a moment. Then he inhaled deeply, bracing himself.
Just... breathe.One step at a time.
He made his way down the stairs.
Sliding the door to the side, he spoke—firm but soft.
"Mom."
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"Liend," his mother called gently.
She sat by the table, dressed in a fitted top and a skirt that hugged her hips just enough to draw the eye—but her expression was soft, motherly. A warm, calming smile spread across her lips as she gestured toward the bench beside her.
"Sit," she said, patting the spot.
The tension in Liend’s shoulders eased almost instantly. The mood from earlier... the heat, the confusion—it all seemed to fade as he met her smile. Familiar. Safe.
"Yes," he murmured, nodding with a faint smile of his own.
He stepped over and sat beside her.
Kiana watched him closely, pleased. Then, just as he started to speak—raising his hand slightly towards the fork—
"I—"
She cut him off, placing a single finger gently over his lips.
"Shh..." she whispered, her smile never faltering.
Then, lifting a fork from her plate, she brought it toward him.
"Today, Mommy’s going to feed you," she said sweetly, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Liend opened his mouth to object—just a little—but she silenced him again with a soft "Shh... No fuss today."
She slid the slice of pancake into his mouth.
Liend choked slightly at the sudden motion, caught off guard.
"Oh—sorry," Kiana murmured, picking up the nearby jar of water.
She took a deep gulp, then turned to Liend, who was still coughing, caught off guard by the sudden bite of the pancake.
"Here."
Without warning, she leaned in close—mouth still full of fresh water—and pressed her lips to his.
Liend’s eyes widened in shock, completely frozen.
The cool water slipped from her mouth into his, uninvited but steady, making its way down his throat as he instinctively swallowed.
His body tensed.
Kiana’s frame pressed against his as she leaned further in, overbalancing—
Thud!
They crashed to the floor.
Liend landed flat on his back, stunned. Kiana remained atop him, her lips still sealing his, delivering the last of the water.
He gulped again. Swallowed. Breath caught.
Wide-eyed, he stared up at the woman he still called "Mom"—the one who was supposed to make everything feel safe, and right.
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Liend lay motionless beneath her, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Above him, Kiana pulled back slowly—chewing with satisfaction before gulping it down. Her tongue slid across her lips, catching the last taste.
He blinked. Inside his mouth, the familiar texture was gone.
The piece of cake... missing.
Straddling him, Kiana exhaled deeply, her breath soft and warm. Her tongue traced the corner of her lips as she looked down at him, eyes glinting with dangerous mischief.
Liend stared up at her, frozen. He didn’t know what to say. What to think. What to feel.
Kiana, watching the confusion flicker across his face, leaned down—closer—until her lips hovered beside his ear.
Her breath whispered:
"Mom... or..."
She pressed in harder, her breasts flattening against his chest, firm beneath the fabric of his coat.
"...that girlfriend you’ve been playing with for quite some time?"
The words dripped into his ear like warm poison.
She moved even closer now—licking along the shell of his ear with slow, deliberate heat before continuing in a breathy murmur:
"Mom..."
Her hand reached for his, guiding it upward.
"...could show you things," she whispered,
She pressed his palm against her breast, dragging it slowly across the soft swell as she pulled back. Her fingers curled over his, pressing it harder into her flesh.
"your little underdeveloped girlfriend could never even dream of."
She ground herself down against the bulge in his pants, slow and deliberate.
Her skirt—tight like a pencil wrap—twisted slightly around her hips as her movements deepened, riding him with slow rhythm. It edged up higher, bunching at her waist, revealing the pale skin of her thighs as they spread wide, shivering slightly under the brush of cold air.
Goosebumps rose.
Her pink lace panties came into view—soaked, clinging to her folds, glistening.
Kiana loomed over him, her breasts pressing tightly against his hand. Fingers curling in the soft mound. Lips curled into a feral smile, eyes locked on his—hungry, waiting.
The drip from her arousal lightly touched the fabric of his pants—Demanding.
Liend lay beneath her—frozen. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly agape.
No words came out of his mouth.