"What?! There's no way I'm going to call you my son, as that's so weird on so many different levels, Kafka!" Camila exclaimed, even though deep down she wanted to try it out, but was scared that she would get addicted to the taboo feeling of calling me her child and wouldn't be able to escape it.
"...B-But even if I don't directly call you my son, is it fine if I treat you like one, like calling you my 'baby boy' or stroking your hair like this while I look down on your handsome face, like you said?"
Camila ran her fingers through my hair in a gentle manner, like she was helping me fix my hair for school, while looking down at me with a tender gaze in her blue eyes that looked seductive and also had the lovingness of a caring mother at the same time, which made my little brother react because of how provoking a scene it was.
"S-Sure...Like I said, you can do whatever your heart desires and don't have to ask my opinion." I said, stuttering, while trying to keep myself calm and composed.
"Really?...You wouldn't even mind if I treated you like a child who still sucks on his mother's breast for milk?~" She came closer to me and said with a smile on her face and a teasing look in her eyes, like she had found a toy that she wanted to play with, to which I nodded my head and said, "You can even call me Kafi if you want to, since that's what my mother calls me..."
"I see, Kafi~..." Camila immediately called me by my pet name the moment it was mentioned, as a certain possessive look appeared in her eyes, almost as if the more she looked at me, the more I resembled her as her son rather than a partner. "...Since you're willing to follow what I say, then why don't you first lick the splatters of curry that's on my neck first before you do anything else?"
"But shouldn't I first lick your chest clean first since I already started on it?" I said while eyeing her chest, which was now more pale white, then brown after I had drained most of the curry into my mouth; the mixture of light and dark colours and the greasy shine it gave off on her skin made her breasts even more enticing than they already were.
But the area beneath the top where it was full of fatty flesh that felt like a soft cushion was where it was really hard to get the curry off, since her skin was so soft that the second my lips touched her mounds of fat, they submerged downward into her body like jelly.
Slurp!~ Lick!~ Slurp!~
The upper surface of her breasts, which was basically the cleavage she had been showing me this whole while also spent quite the time in the curry, and the oil and grease from it had stuck onto her skin quite strongly, so I had to dig deep into her flesh and had to run my tongue over and over again against her skin to make her chest transparent again.
Lick!~ Lick!~ Lick!~
Both my lips were moving as if I were trying to devour a piece of her succulent chest, and my tongue was also hard at work by swishing it around her skin until her skin started turning red because of how rough my tongue felt on her delicate flesh.
"Yes, Kafi!♡~ Just like that!♡~....Hnnn!♡~...Slide your tongue all over my breasts and make sure that you don't leave a single spot!♡~" Camila whimpered out with her neck arched back from having her tits groped and sucked on at the time and pushed me into the mountain of fat she had on her chest, until both my nose and mouth were completely submerged into her plump chest that reeked of curry.
"...A-And know that I'll drag you back to my house and make you lick my breasts again tomorrow, if you don't do it properly now!♡~"
Camila threatened me to do a good job at wiping her breasts clean, which only made me want to leave some parts of her chest unattended so that I could have another go tomorrow...