CHAPTER 37: KK

"Alright..." Liend said quietly, still unsure if it had truly only been forty seconds—but he accepted his mother’s word.

Kiana smiled softly, lifting herself slowly from the floor, exhaling as she brushed her skirt down.

It would’ve been worse, she thought,

if we’d counted by the clock.

She glanced at Liend again, a warm but knowing smile on her face as she stood fully upright.

"Still want to get in with me?" she asked, voice low—breath still slightly uneven.

Liend nodded.

"Alright," he said, rising from the floor. His own breathing was heavy, his body pulsing with lingering tension. He sighed, trying to collect himself.

"I guess... the pill really is kicking in," he muttered. "It’s getting me way too worked up."

Kiana stepped closer, her hand reaching for his—fingers threading gently between his.

"Don’t worry," she said, voice calm, tender.

"That’s why Mama’s here," Kiana said with a soft, knowing smile.

She opened the bathroom door, leading Liend inside.

The space had two sections—first, a compact area meant for washing up: a sink, towel racks, and just enough room to prepare. A bit further in, separated by a translucent sliding door, was the main bathing area—complete with a deep-set tub and shower.

Between them was a narrow middle zone, where a small washing machine sat tucked beside folded laundry shelves. This was where clothes were meant to be left behind.

Kiana stopped there, guiding Liend into the middle space. The light from the bathing area shone faintly through the translucent door, casting soft patterns across the floor and onto their skin.

She turned to face him, hand still gently in his—then slowly let go.

Her eyes met his with something deeper behind her smile. Intentional. Warm. Dangerous.

"Now," she whispered, her fingers falling to her own side, pulling back toward herself.

"Your little training..." her voice low, teasing, and breathy,

"...starts now."

Kiana brought her hands behind her back, fingers clasping together, locked. Her chest pressed forward—full and heavy—the straining buttons of her shirt barely holding under the tension. She arched slightly, deliberately outlining the curves of her body, emphasizing the swell of her figure.

"Undress Mommy," she said softly.

"But of course..." her voice dipped, her eyes drifting lower—to him.

Her gaze settled on Liend’s cock—trembling, slick, twitching with desperation, struggling to reach her. The hunger in it was obvious. Her eyes lingered for a breath, and then her voice returned, low and measured.

"...without touching any of the important parts."

Her words hung in the silence, delicate and commanding.

Liend gulped, uncertain how to even begin, how to navigate the request without giving in to everything screaming inside him. His breath hitched.

Kiana leaned forward just a bit more. The fabric stretched tight—too tight.

Click.

A single button popped free, bouncing lightly onto the tile floor.

And then, Kiana’s voice came again—smooth, playful, unwavering.

"Before the clothes take themselves off," Kiana murmured with a smile.

Liend swallowed, his gaze locked onto her—his breath shallow, chest rising and falling. His cock throbbed, trembling with need, but he held himself back, barely.

Kiana said nothing more—only waited, her expression calm, almost amused, as she gave the faintest nod toward her body.

Step by step, Liend moved closer.

His hand lifted—slow, hesitant—fingers trembling as they finally reached her shirt. He touched the fabric delicately, the warmth of her body radiating through it. Then, carefully, he slid his fingers to the top button, fumbling slightly before twisting—unfastening it.

One by one, he worked down the line, undoing each button with cautious control, trying not to brush her skin, trying not to give in.

Kiana watched him throughout, saying nothing—only smiling.

And then, when the last button fell loose and the blouse opened to reveal the soft curves beneath, her voice broke the silence again.

"Now," she said gently, leaning forward just enough to bring her breasts closer—dangerously close.

"The bra."

She tilted her chest forward, the swell of her breasts nearly touching him.

Liend froze, gulping hard—his restraint stretched thin.He wasn’t sure how he’d get through this...

"Go on," Kiana urged, nudging him gently.

"The hook’s in the back," she added, locking eyes with his—playful certainty flickering in her gaze.

"We don’t have all night, Liend," she teased, voice soft but firm.

Liend swallowed hard, breath ragged. "Alright," he muttered, almost a grunt, as he reached behind her, hands trembling.

As his arms slid around her back, Kiana leaned forward—mischief in her smile—as her bra-clad breasts nudged firmly against his chest. The pressure was too much. His cock twitched violently, already struggling for control.

"Kiana..." Liend gasped, his voice breaking.

He pushed—pressing her back against the wall with urgency, his chest against hers, breath heaving.

Kiana exhaled softly, her composure slipping just a moment, then returned—eyes locked on him with calm control.

"Remember, Liend," she whispered, voice low.

"Control."

Her thigh brushed his shaft—slick, twitching, leaking upon the fabric of her clothe. Liend’s breath hitched.

"Mommy’s always here for it," she whispered, hand rising to touch his cheek, steadying him.

"But prove to Mommy you can get through this first."

Liend grunted softly, jaw tight, his eyes flicking up toward Kiana—uncertain.

He didn’t know if he could pull through this without giving in.

Before his drive could tip him over the edge, Kiana’s voice slipped in—calm, composed, yet laced with quiet authority.

"While you’re working the hooks," she said, nudging him gently,

"You can press against Mommy as much as you want."

She tilted her head, eyes glinting.

"But just that much. No more."

It was a small allowance—just enough to keep him from breaking, without letting the desire win. Liend slowly stepped back, giving her space as instructed. Kiana adjusted her form, watching her chest settle again as her breath rose. The flare of her curves made it no easier.

Liend stared, barely holding himself in check, eyes laced with hunger.

Kiana noticed—and with a faint, challenging smile, tilted her neck slightly.

"Go on."

He moved in, slower this time, sliding his hands around her back again. As her breasts pressed up against his chest, soft and full beneath the loosened fabric, his breath caught.

He focused—or tried to.

Fingers trembling, he fumbled with the hook. Whether it was his nerves or his restraint—or something more intentional—he wasn’t making much progress.

Kiana noticed the delay. Her voice came again, low and knowing.

"The sooner we do this," Kiana murmured,

"...the sooner we get to the bath..."

She paused, leaning in just slightly, her voice lowering to a near whisper.

"...and the sooner Mommy lets you go—"

She smiled, eyes narrowing playfully.

"—all the way. Again."

Liend swallowed hard, his breath catching as he pressed the hooks—fingers suddenly steady with urgency. In one smooth motion, he undid them, his body pressing into hers one last time.

Kiana exhaled, her own breath shaky from the tension—caught between control and sensation. But she held her ground, letting him have that moment... before he finally sighed and pulled back.

"See?" Kiana said gently, her voice calm but edged with warmth.

"It was that easy."

She stepped back slightly, letting her bra hang loose.

"Now—"

Her eyes met his again.

"Pull it off."