Kael took his erection in his hand and slowly placed the tip into her mouth, the head of his member resting firmly against her tongue.

"I’m going to push it inside now, Mom," he murmured.

He watched Amber, who answered him with a soft, steadying gaze, her eyes wide and trusting.

With a firm grip on her head, he began to slowly push his erection deeper toward her throat.

Amber’s eyes watered slightly as she suppressed her gag reflex time and again, forcing herself to accommodate him.

She was determined not to falter; she refused to do anything that might scare her baby boy away.

Furthermore, her mind flashed back to the promise he had made her just the day before—"I believe you, Mom. I will support you all the way"—delivered with that wide, sincere smile that had melted her heart.

That memory became her anchor, driving her to endure the discomfort to ensure he felt loved and satisfied.

Amber was filled with a sense of courage and dedication, viewing this as a task she simply had to complete for her son.

Kael had asked her for a favor, and she was determined to fulfill it completely. With a concerted effort, she managed to take a full six inches inside, though she felt as if she were rapidly approaching her physical limit.

Kael watched her closely, observing the palpable eagerness with which she tried to adjust and accommodate him.

He realized she was likely creating her own internal narrative to justify such an act, perhaps framing it as a necessary act of maternal devotion or a way to bond with him.

She must have invented her own sense of justification to do this, he mused, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he witnessed the depth of her commitment to his desires.

Kael reveled in the intense, constricting heat of Amber’s throat. He felt as though he could remain there for an eternity, lost in the sensation of her submission.

However, the spell broke when he noticed tears pricking at the corners of Amber’s eyes. Realizing he had pushed his advantage to the brink, Kael slowly pulled back.

As his long, throbbing member finally slid free from her mouth, Amber let out a shaky, desperate gasp for air.

Her emotions were a tangled, conflicting mess: she felt an immediate wave of relief at being able to breathe freely once more, yet it was shadowed by a sharp pang of disappointment.

She felt a strange, lingering sense of failure because she had only managed to accommodate a little more than third of his total length.

"Hey, Mother, I think we don’t need to continue this for now," Kael said softly.

Even though he offered the suggestion with a warm, placating smile, Amber was far from satisfied.

Her doting nature and newly found sense of dedication had hardened into a quiet, burning resolve.

She wasn’t ready to stop; she was already internally calculating how she could improve, silently determined that the next time they engaged in this, she would find a way to take his entire length inside her.

"No, Kael, let us try it one more time," Amber insisted, her voice muffled but firm. Before he could protest, she reached out, took hold of his penis, and guided it back into her mouth.

Kael began to push again, but just as before, he hit the same wall at the six-inch mark. He could feel the desperate, frantic movements of her throat muscles as she tried to force the extra inches down, but it was physically impossible.

Deep-throating was a skill that required significant practice, and Amber, despite her overwhelming devotion, was a complete novice.

He could feel her starting to panic as her gag reflex began to fire more aggressively, her eyes wide and watering with the strain. He knew he had to break her focus before she hurt herself or pushed the situation into a truly uncomfortable territory.

"Mom, stop," Kael said softly, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders to pull her back just enough to create space.

"Listen to me—you’re doing amazing, but you’re trying to force it too fast. If you keep straining like this, you’re only going to bruise your throat."

He wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb, maintaining a gentle, soothing demeanor.

"We have all the time in the world for this, okay? Let’s just breathe for a moment. You’ve already done more than enough to prove how much you care for me."

Kael pulled back, wiping his dick out of her mouth with a slow, deliberate motion. He watched her for a moment, sensing that she was still fixated on her perceived failure, and decided to pivot.

"Okay, Mom," he said, his voice dropping to a smooth, coaxing register.

"Actually, that was the exact depth that Aunt Suna took in with her butthole, and she was clearly satisfied with that. So, instead of us both struggling to reach some impossible depth, why don’t you let me just pump your mouth, just like I did with her ass? How does that sound?"

Amber paused, the lingering disappointment of the last few minutes still clouding her expression.

She had been so determined to master his entire length, but the logic of his suggestion—and the intensity of her desire to please him—slowly took hold.

She looked up at him, her gaze soft and submissive.

"Okay, Kael. Let’s do it like you said," she whispered, shifting her position on the floor to make herself more accessible to him.

Kael felt a surge of triumph.

He had initially wanted to force her to push the boundaries of her throat, but the prospect of pumping her mouth was an excellent trade-off. He could see the hunger in her eyes, a doting, desperate need to be used by him in whatever way he saw fit.

He stood before her, positioning himself between her knees, and began to thrust his rhythm into her, fully content to settle for the friction and the sight of her taking him at her own pace.

"Mom, can I hold on to your hair while I do this?" Kael asked, his eyes glinting with a calculated intensity.

He knew this was the perfect moment to press his advantage; Amber’s guilty conscience over the "failure " of her deep-throating attempt made her desperate to appease him, leaving her vulnerable to any demand he chose to make.

"Hmm," she murmured, an affirmative sound of surrender. She nodded her head, signaling her total compliance.

Kael didn’t hesitate.

He reached out and wrapped his hands firmly around two large fistfuls of her vibrant red hair, using them to anchor himself. He began to thrust his hips, driving his length in and out of her mouth with a steady, rhythmic pace.

Amber braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs for balance as she surrendered to the motion. With her hair pulled taut in his grip, the dynamic shifted completely, and thus began Amber’s first experience with being face-fucked by her own son.

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