A Pervert's Dream Land.

Kael headed home, his mind replaying the afternoon. He had successfully filled two of his aunt’s holes today, leaving only one left to master.

However, that final challenge would be difficult for a young, broke man like him.

I can only work on that after I amass enough wealth in the form of fruits, he thought to himself.

Until then, I’ll have to settle for just the anal and deepthroat sessions from Aunt. Honestly, it’s not a bad deal for now.

He arrived home to find Mira helping his mother with her pottery. Seeing his mother drenched in sweat from the labor, he seized the opportunity and slipped up behind Amber, wrapping his arms around her.

Amber was stunned to feel someone’s hands gripping her waist from behind.

"Mom, let me dry you off," Kael murmured, his voice smooth and calculated. "You work so hard; you must be exhausted."

Without waiting for a reply, he reached for the knots of the clothing wrapped tightly around her chest and deftly pulled them loose.

Amber’s breasts spilled free, bouncing as they were finally released from their heavy, restrictive confinement.

Kael stared at the sight, momentarily struck by the sheer scale of them; he could suddenly understand the crushing sense of physical strain and despair She must have felt for years, burdened by such heavy, cumbersome assets.

He picked up a cloth and began to dry her skin, his movements slow and deliberate.

Itwould be even better if those jugs released milk, he thought to himself. Having grown accustomed to the daily taste of Lyla’s breast milk,

Kael couldn’t help but wonder if his own mother’s would be just as delicious, or perhaps even richer.

He exercised caution this time, carefully avoiding her nipples.

Amber had warned him during his last attempt that they were far too sensitive, and he wasn’t about to risk a confrontation by pushing her against the wall or overstepping his bounds.

He was determined to play the long game, extracting as much advantage as he could while Amber remained blissfully oblivious to his true intentions.

He moved with a practiced, gentle touch, ensuring she felt cared for rather than cornered, keeping his mask of the dutiful son firmly in place.

Although the nipples were strictly off-limits for now, he was certainly free to massage the heavy, soft mounds themselves.

They felt like warm jelly under his palms, supple and yielding. He spent his time kneading them, molding the weight of them between his fingers, reveling in the fact that he could manipulate them however he pleased.

"Idiot brother, she’s all dried off now! Leave her alone, she needs to work," Mira snapped, her voice sharp with irritation.

She watched Kael, her eyes tracking the way he was completely engrossed in their mother’s bosom.

A flicker of jealousy and danger went through her; she could sense all his attention on her mother tits, and she felt a wave of protectiveness—and envy—toward her own mother.

While Kael’s fixation on Amber’s breasts was a clear, Mira was secretly more troubled by the comparison she couldn’t help but make.

She looked down at her own chest, frustrated by the lack of any noticeable rack on her own frame, realizing she couldn’t compete with the lush, ripe target that had captured his attention.

Kael could feel the sharp, bitter tang of jealousy radiating from Mira, but he pointedly ignored her, his entire focus shifting toward his mother.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a wheedling, boyish tone. "Mom, can I lick your nipples? Don’t worry, I won’t chew on them."

He saw the hesitation in Amber’s expression, the clear lack of interest in such an unconventional request. Not missing a beat, he widened his eyes and added a touch of desperation. "Please, Mom?"

He knew the power of his own performance; puppy-dog eyes almost always worked on a mother’s soft heart.

As Amber sighed and relented, Kael didn’t waste a single second. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly while his hands squeezed and kneaded the heavy, soft mounds of her breasts.

He moved with practiced rhythm, ensuring he gave equal, hungry attention to both sides.

Mira stood by, watching the display, her jaw tight and her teeth gritting together in fury.

Unable to bear it a moment longer, she let out a huff of indignation, stomped her foot, and turned on her heel, storming out of the work shed and leaving them alone in their private intimacy.

Kael decided Mira could wait; right now, he had a mouthful to feast on.

He swirled his tongue around the large, dark areolas, dragging his teeth over the soft, heavy flesh of his mother’s tits. Amber didn’t even act shocked anymore.

She just chalked it all up to her son’s "recovery" from his head injury, finding some way to excuse the perversion.

When Kael finally grew bored of playing with her jugs, he muttered, "Mom, get on your knees. I want to put my cock in your mouth."

Amber knew exactly what he was after, but she wasn’t about to stop him. She was already half-gone, wanting to let him have his fun.

As she dropped to her knees, Kael yanked his dick out of his pants, letting it swing free. He pressed the thick, throbbing head right onto her tongue.

"Mom, since we couldn’t finish it last time, start by licking it until it’s soaking wet. Make it slick so you can take it inside your mouth more easily."

Amber felt a weird spark of pride that he was "thinking of her comfort," even while he was using her and having fun with her body.

She didn’t hesitate, diving in to slather his manhood with spit, working from the helmet down to the base.

"Yeah, just like that, keep moving it all over," Kael groaned.

Amber realized her mouth alone wasn’t enough to coat the sheer length of his hard-on, so she had an idea.

She spat a glob of saliva into her palms, grabbed his dick, and started jerking it up and down, rubbing the spit into every inch of the skin until it was glistening and ready for her throat.