Chapter 60 — Mom Became A Bitch.

Kael woke up late the next morning, as was his habit.

After freshening up, he went downstairs to find his mother. Giving her a tight, lingering hug, Kael asked, "Mom, what happened to Aunt Lyla? I haven’t seen her in days."

He hadn’t seen her since the time he had milked her right there on the floor of their house, leaving her in a state of total release.

"I’m just as confused as you are," Amber replied, shaking her head. "I haven’t seen her either. Someone else has been bringing our daily quota of milk instead."

Kael felt a distinct hunch that her disappearance was directly tied to the intense, overwhelming "milking" technique he had used on her. However, he decided not to dwell on it for the moment; he had more important things to focus on.

"Come on, Mom, let’s have breakfast together," Kael said, taking the fruit platter from her hands.

"Haha, Kael, I would have loved that, but I already had mine while you were asleep," Amber replied warmly. "I don’t wake you up early because I’ve seen how hard you work; I decided to let you finish your sleep as always."

Kael smiled. "Sure, then can you just sit with me while I eat?"

"Of course, sweetie, I can do that."

They sat down together. As Kael was eating his meal, Amber looked at him, her expression turning slightly serious.

"Kael, about what you told me regarding your memory loss... are you still unable to access your memories completely?"

Kael remembered using that excuse back when Amber had tried to drag him to the healers at the medicinal hall.

He offered a reassuring smile and replied, "Yes, Mother, everything is fine with me. If there were really something wrong, wouldn’t you have noticed some discrepancies in my behavior by now?"

Amber considered this and decided he was right. She ignored the way her son’s demands had become increasingly strange and bold day after day, choosing instead to cling to the convoluted explanation he had fed her.

He had claimed that his own memories had merged with those of a person from another world, which allegedly accounted for all his peculiar and obsessive interests.

It was a bizarre story, but it was the only way she could make sense of the new, dominant, and demanding boy standing before her.

Kael finished his meal, and the familiar, hungry urge began to settle deep in his gut. It was time. As Amber sat lost in her own thoughts, Kael leaned in, his voice low and smooth.

"Hey, Mom. Like you said, I’ve been working incredibly hard these days. Shouldn’t you reward me for all my effort?"

Pulled from her reverie, Amber looked at him with a gentle, unsuspecting smile. "Okay then, Kael. Tell me, what is it that you want?"

She sat there naively, fully expecting him to ask for a small monetary prize or a favor regarding his training.

Kael smiled devilishly to himself. He had recently tasted defeat at the hands of the Chief—a thing he had never expected from anyone in this naive world.

The mere memory of it sent a jolt of aggression and arousal through him; he could still vividly picture the scene where the neighborhood lady had been crying out, utterly vulnerable, as the Chief rammed her pussy while pulling her nose to control her.

The memory acted like a physical trigger, and his body responded instantly, his blood rushing downward as his cock began to harden in anticipation of his own turn to dominate his mother like that.

Kael was determined to recreate that scene, but he needed a way to frame it so she would accept it as natural.

He took a breath and leaned in closer. "I want to do what the Chief did to that neighbour lady with you," he said, watching her expression carefully.

"But don’t worry, I won’t put it in your vagina; I want to use your bumhole instead."

Amber’s brow furrowed with immediate concern. "Kael, don’t take on the habits of the bastard Chief," she scolded gently.

Seeing her son’s face fall with disappointment, she softened, reaching out to stroke his hair.

"There is nothing inherently wrong with those acts, but you have to realize that the Chief can indulge in such things only because he has the immense wealth to afford that lifestyle. We have to be careful with our resources; we simply can’t afford to spend like he does. Can you understand why I’m saying this, Kael?"

Kael saw his opening. "But Mother, I don’t want to slap your ass so violently," he said, his voice smooth and persuasive. "I just want to do the other, more natural things. So, would that really be so bad?"

Amber thought it over, her initial caution beginning to fade. She realized she had judged her son’s intentions too quickly.

If he wasn’t asking for the rough, aggressive treatment that the Chief insisted on, then what could possibly be wrong with a little intimacy?

She knew the gossip well: the Chief had to spend exorbitant amounts of money only because he demanded such extreme, violent behavior from his partners.

It was the cost of his specific fetishes, not the act of sex itself. After all, what woman in town wouldn’t be interested in the Chief if he were a gentle customer?

Well except some women like her, suna and other some special women. If Kael was only looking for the basic, standard pleasure without the violence, she reasoned there was no logical reason to forbid it.

"You’re right," Amber conceded, a soft, apologetic look crossing her face. "I’m sorry, Kael. I misjudged your intentions. If it’s just the natural act you’re looking for, we can start whenever you want."

As the words left her lips, Kael’s resolve solidified. His cock surged, standing rigid and straining against his pants, as if it were ready to reach for the heavens themselves.

The permission had been granted, and the hunger he had been suppressing finally roared to the surface.

"You know exactly what to do, Mom," Kael said, his voice dropping to a low, eager register.

They shared a knowing, intimate smile. Amber didn’t hesitate; she stripped off her clothes and dropped to her hands and knees in the center of the room, exposing her bare back and inviting posture.

"Wait, Mom. I have an idea. Stay just like that," Kael said. He hurried into the kitchen and rummaged through the basket until he found a long, firm, dildo-shaped fruit.

He returned, standing before her, and commanded, "Open your mouth, Mom."

Amber was as clueless as ever, but her blind trust in her son kept her compliant. She parted her lips, and Kael slid the long fruit into her mouth.

He rolled it around her tongue and cheeks, coating the entire length in her warm, thick saliva until it was slick and wet. Amber watched him curiously, her eyes wide as she felt the fruit being primed.

Kael pulled the wet, glistening fruit from her mouth, satisfied with the slick coating of her saliva.

He moved behind her, positioning himself at her rear, and spat a glob of spit onto her tight anal hole. He began to work his fingers into her, massaging the surrounding muscles with firm, rhythmic circles.

As her body went slack and the tension bled out, he took the long, lubricated fruit and slowly pushed it into her.

Amelia seemed more fascinated than embarrassed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of intrigue and arousal.

She craned her neck to look back at him, her voice breathy. "Why did you put it in there, Kael?"

Kael didn’t miss a beat. "It’s so your hole stays stretched, Mom," he replied, his eyes dark with intent.

"It makes it much easier for me to slide my cock in once I pull that out."

Amber’s expression shifted to one of genuine wonder. She was amazed by her son’s natural understanding of these methods and his growing confidence in handling her body.

She shivered as the fruit filled her, her muscles beginning to pulse around the sensation, silently encouraging him to move to the next step.

Amber’s tight hole swallowed the entire length of the fruit, devouring it greedily. Kael watched in fascination, impressed by the incredible elasticity of his mother’s rectum.

His cock throbbed in his pants, clearly protesting that a piece of fruit was currently occupying its rightful territory. He reached down and gave himself a few firm strokes, pacifying his erection while he readied himself.

Just like the day before, he reached out and took a firm grip of her hair, tugging gently to lead her.

He was giddy with a sense of pure, unchecked power; in this world, he could pull off outrageous, twisted things that he wouldn’t have even dared to dream of in his previous life.

The most intoxicating part of it all was the way these women—these people he treated like cheap whores—remained completely oblivious to the reality of their situation.

Furthermore, they were actually happy to be treated this way. His mother was the perfect example; she clearly loved being used and humiliated in various ways, yet she remained utterly clueless that she possessed such a deep-seated fetish.

She thought this was just affection, never realizing she was being systematically broken down and exploited by her own son.