Chapter 89: — Afternoon Mom.

“Mom, can you take your breasts out and use them on my cock?”

Amber blinked, looking completely clueless. “How am I supposed to do that?” she asked, glancing down at her chest with a doubtful expression.

While it was a chore to explain the mechanics of every move, Kael actually enjoyed her naive, oblivious nature. Since she had no prior experience, he could mold her and train her exactly however he pleased.

“I’ll show you, Mom. Don’t worry, just get your clothes off.”

Amber trusted him implicitly. She quickly shed her upper garments, leaving her breasts exposed.

“Now, put my cock in between them and start massaging it just like you would with your hands.”

Amber, acting like a complete dunce, just pressed his hard, throbbing length between her breasts and began sliding them up and down, but there was no friction, just loose contact.

Kael face-palmed, unable to help himself. “Haha, Mom! You need to squeeze your boobs together from both sides so they envelope it completely,” he corrected, laughing at her innocence.

“Well, you should have told me that earlier!” Amber giggled, realizing her mistake.

She adjusted her grip, pressing her breasts firmly against his shaft, creating a tight, squelching friction.

As he received his first Boob job from his mother, Kael felt like he had ascended to heaven.

In a way, this was even more intense than the sex with Nana—perhaps because his previous encounter had been so full of raw pain and struggle. He intended to enjoy every second of this.

“Mom, try to keep the head in your mouth while you stroke it with your breasts,” Kael directed.

“Mmm,” Amber hummed in agreement. She leaned forward, taking the slick, pulsing head of his cock into her warm mouth while her breasts continued to rhythmically slide up and down his shaft.

The dual sensation of her hot, wet tongue and the firm, squishy pressure of her breasts was an entirely new, mind-melting experience for Kael.

He barely lasted a few more strokes before his control shattered. He groaned, his hips bucking as he busted his hot, thick nut directly into her mouth.

“Don’t waste any of it,” he said with intensity, his voice raspy. “Eat it all, Mom.”

Amber swallowed every last drop, her throat working rhythmically to ensure nothing went to waste.

Once she had finished cleaning herself, her expression shifted back to one of maternal authority. “Okay, Kael, time to get up now,” she said, her voice firm.

Kael knew the moment of indulgence was over and he couldn’t stay in bed any longer.

He sat up, leaned forward, and planted a light kiss on her forehead.

“Thanks for the help, Mom,” he said, gesturing with a grin to his member, which was finally beginning to lose its rigid, painful hardness.

He slid out of the bed and made his way toward the door, leaving her alone in the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, a soft, satisfied smile returned to Amber’s face.

She reached up to her lips, daintily collecting the stray traces of his seed that had smeared there, and swiped them back into her mouth.

With a final, lingering swallow, she savored the last of her son’s essence, feeling a strange, deep sense of completion before she stood up to start her day.

Kael stood in the center of the garden, his heart pounding in anticipation. Having finished his morning routine, it was time to test the limits of the seal on his mana reserves.

He knew the risks, but the drive to see how much his condition had improved was too strong to ignore.

He stood perfectly still and began to chant the secret mantra passed down by the dragon.

He had already tested the incantation before, so he braced himself as the atmosphere shifted. Suddenly, the ambient mana in the air surged, swirling violently toward him.

It was pulled into his core like a powerful vacuum, and the sheer rush of energy was intoxicating.

Every bit of residual fatigue from his previous exertions evaporated, his body humming with raw, rejuvenated power.

With his connection to his reserves fully open, Kael felt an overwhelming surge of control—or so he thought.

He focused his gaze on a patch of grass at his feet, circulating his internal energy through his limbs and pushing it outward.

The response was immediate and terrifying. The grass beneath his boots began to surge upward, spiraling toward the sky.

It hit five inches, then ten, and kept climbing until it stood a full two feet tall, thick and vibrant.

Kael felt his grip on the flow start to fray; the sheer volume of mana was too much to leash. If he pushed any harder, he risked losing control entirely.

I’m still not ready to handle this much, he realized, his pulse quickening. It’s too volatile.

He quickly muttered the closing syllables of the mantra, and the heavy, restrictive seal clicked back into place over his reserves.

The overwhelming pressure subsided, replaced by a manageable, steady flow. He tested his power again, focusing on the surrounding grass.

This time, he was able to guide the growth with precision, the blades rising in a controlled, elegant wave.

He spent the next few hours lost in the exercise, laughing to himself as he manipulated the flora.

Soon, he stood in a dense, knee-high thicket of his own creation.

He loved the way the plants reacted to his mana—it felt as if they were alive, responding to his energy as if it were a direct, external stimulus.

It was more fun and more exhilarating than he had ever assumed it would be.

Kael wandered into the shed, the warm, earthy smell of wet clay greeting him.

He found Amber hunched over her potter’s wheel, her brow glistening with sweat as she focused on the spinning form.

She looked exhausted, but seeing her bent over like that, exposed and vulnerable, sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin.

The moment he had unsealed his reserves in the garden, his natural urges had surged back with a vengeance.

His cock was already straining against his trousers, heavy and insistent.

He knew he shouldn’t have been this hungry again so soon, but his body was demanding relief, and he knew exactly who would provide it.

“Mother, it’s time for you to take a walk in the garden with me,” Kael said, a lazy, confident grin spreading across his face.

Amber paused, her hands still coated in gray slip. She glanced up at him, and her eyes flickered toward his crotch, immediately noticing the tell-tale bulge in his pants.

She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “But Kael, we already took care of your needs this morning. Don’t you think that’s enough for today?”

She was trying to hold a boundary, hoping to keep his wilder impulses from consuming their entire day.

Kael simply stepped closer.

“I know, Mom,” he replied, his voice dropping to a smooth, persuasive tone.

“But I pushed myself so hard at the ceremony yesterday, and I’m still feeling the strain. Can’t you let me indulge just one more time?”