Also her breasts was now heavily drenched in his cum. The creamy liquid clung to her soft flesh, forming a sticky, white puddle in the valley of her cleavage.
*Damn, mom looks so hot with my cum all over her huge tits*Kuro thought, a smirk spreading across his face.
Nanami gazed up at Kuro with a warm, loving smile, her eyes shining with joy and adoration. She could see the satisfaction and relief etched on his face, knowing that she had provided exactly what he needed.
"My sweet son, you did so well, giving in to your needs and letting Mommy take care of your erection."Nanami cooed, her voice warm with maternal affection.
"Yeah, thanks mom. I don't think I've ever felt so relieved."Kuro said, his voice tinged with amusement.
He gently pulled his softening cock free from between her breasts, watching as a string of cum connected the tip to her cleavage for a moment before breaking. The sight of his seed glistening on her skin sent a fresh wave of desire through him.
"I guess we should clean up"Nanami muttered as she looked at the mess.
As Nanami stood up, Kuro couldn't help but admire the sight of her cum-splattered breasts, the creamy liquid clinging to her soft flesh in a way that made his cock twitch with renewed interest.
Kuro's eyes gleamed with mischief as he gazed at his cum-splattered mother, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"I'm sorry, but you won't be cleaning those breasts covered in my cum for the rest of the day. I want you to leave it all there, just put your clothes back on and walk around the house like that."Kuro declared with a mischievous smirk, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the sticky, cum-covered expanse of his mother's chest.
"Ok, son"Nanami said after nodding.
Kuro's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched Nanami nod in agreement. He knew with his great power he had complete control over her, able to manipulate her however he pleased.
With a sly grin, Kuro reached for Nanami's discarded clothes, picking up the blouse and bra. He wiped his cum-covered cock clean with the fabric, taking his time to savor the sensation.
Once finished, he handed the cum-stained fabric to his mother, who accepted it with a demure nod. Kuro watched intently as she draped the garment over her breasts, effectively preserving the messy state he desired.
Kuro chuckled darkly as he watched his mother carefully arrange the blouse and bra over her cum-soaked breasts, making sure to keep them in their sticky, saucy condition.
Kuro pulled up his pants, tucking his still semi-hard cock away before turning to face Nanami once more.
"Mom, where is my breakfast?"Kuro asked.
Nanami already dressed up properly looked at him.
"Breakfast is ready, son. You go and sit at the table."Nanami replied, her tone calm like nothing happened.
Kuro nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked past his mother towards the dining area.
At the table, Kuro took a seat and waited for Nanami to serve him. As he sat there, he couldn't shake the image of his mother's cum-drenched breasts from his mind. The memory of the warmth of her cleavage, the texture of her soft skin, and the taste of his cum on her lips sent shivers down his spine.
Nanami returned to the kitchen counter, her movements efficient and unhurried. She plated Kuro's breakfast with the same care she would have shown under normal circumstances, not a hint of the depraved act they had just engaged in visible on her face.
After few moments, she carried the tray to the dining table.
"Here you are, son. Enjoy your meal"Nanami said, setting the plate in front of Kuro with a gentle smile.
As Kuro dug into his food, Nanami busied herself with tidying up the kitchen, humming softly to herself.
After finishing his breakfast, Kuro pushed the empty plate away and stood up from the table. He stretched lazily, his mind still replaying the events of the morning.
Kuro headed upstairs to his bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. As he entered his room, he closed the door behind him and flopped onto his bed.
Kuro glanced at the clock on his wall, realizing he had some time before he needed to head to university. He decided to take advantage of the extra time to pamper himself a bit.
Getting up from the bed, Kuro stripped off his casual clothes and tossed them aside. He stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the light and admiring his reflection in the mirror.
At 22 years old, Kuro had developed a lean, athletic physique that he took pride in maintaining. Standing at 183cm tall, he cut an impressive figure, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline accentuating his handsome features.
After his refreshing shower, Kuro emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped loosely around his waist. He surveyed his neatly laid-out wardrobe, considering which outfit to choose for the day.
Settling on a crisp, black button-down shirt and a pair of fitted jeans, Kuro got dressed with precision, ensuring every article of clothing hung perfectly on his toned frame. He slipped on a pair of sleek black loafers, completing his stylish ensemble.
As he admired his reflection in the mirror one last time, Kuro couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence and allure.
With a satisfied nod, Kuro grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs, ready to use his power at university.
Kuro descended the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the quiet house. He paused briefly at the bottom, catching a glimpse of his mother in the living room. Her back was turned to him, and she seemed engrossed in reading a book.
A smirk played on Kuro's lips as he recalled the sticky, cum-splattered state of her breasts earlier that morning. The knowledge that his mother would be walking around the house all day with his seed coating her soft flesh sent a thrill through him.
With a final glance at his mother, Kuro opened the front door and stepped out into the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air as he prepared to unleash his newfound powers on unsuspecting victims at university.
As he walked down the street, he suddenly heard a familiar voice inside his mind—his own voice.
The voice explained that when he used his power on someone who had strong willpower, his control over them may be diminished. Their mind would push back, making it harder for him to influence them.