A Pervert's Dream Land.
Chapter 31 — A Son watched His Mother Getting Fucked.
Kyro returned home after finishing the errand his mother had given him to do, his mind drifting until he heard the sound of loud, rhythmic moaning drifting from the main living area.
He immediately assumed Suna had brought home a customer—Though very rare for her as she didn’t need to do that because of her work that is very much needed in the village and also there grandmother.
it was common enough in their village to exchange fruits, labor, or supplies for favors—so he didn’t think much of it at first.
But as he pushed open the front gate and walked into the hall, his heart stopped. He wasn’t looking at a stranger; he was looking at Kael, fully engaged in a frantic, primal rhythm with his mother.
Kyro stood there, absolutely frozen, his eyes wide. He wasn’t reeling from the shock of seeing his mother having sex; in this world, such things were far less taboo, and he’d witnessed Suna with men before.
What truly astounded him was the sheer logistics of it. He stared at Kael, his mind racing with one burning question: How on earth did he manage to pay her to agree to this?
His mother was known for being selective and demanding when it came to her "customers," yet here she was, hair pulled back, arched in total submission to her own nephew.
He couldn’t wrap his head around what Kael could have possibly offered to make her throw away all her usual rules.
Kyro felt the familiar, heavy ache of his own arousal straining against his pants. It was a daily battle, one that made every morning a struggle of discipline and pent-up frustration.
He was desperate for a release, a way to channel the restless energy that seemed to pulse through him constantly.
There was at least some grim comfort in knowing he wasn’t alone in this. He and his two closest friends were in the same boat, all of them trapped in the cycle of middle-income limitations.
Their Mother’s could but they wouldn’t cover the cost of the experiences they craved, leaving them to navigate their blooming urges on their own.
They had reached a silent agreement among themselves: the farms were their only path to freedom.
Their shared goal was a simple, driving motivation—work hard enough to scrape together some income, and then, when the time was right, they could stop dreaming and finally start squandering their earnings on the women they had spent so long fantasizing about.
But as he stood there, watching Kael effortlessly ramming his mother’s hole, Kyro felt a sharp sting of betrayal. He was genuinely angry with Kael.
Why didn’t that guy say anything if he had a secret way to generate this kind of wealth?he thought, his jaw tightening.
He knew he couldn’t confront him yet, though.
The golden rule in Korua was absolute: you never, under any circumstances, disturb a client when they were actively availing the services of your mother.
It was an unspoken law of the town that every child was raised to respect, no matter how much they were burning with curiosity or resentment.
Kyro forced himself to swallow his frustration. He couldn’t let his own needs or his pride interfere with the family business.
With a final, lingering look at the scene—the sight of his mother’s exposed skin and Kael’s rhythm—he bit his lip, stepped quietly to the side, and navigated around them toward the back of the house, heading straight for his room to wait it out.
"Hey, brother? Where are you going? You could at least greet me," Kael called out, his voice strained by the exertion.
He didn’t break his rhythm; his hand stayed locked in Suna’s white–pink colour hair, and his hips kept driving deep into her, relentless and steady.
"Yeah, Kyro... hmm, hah... at least say hello to your brother?" Suna added, her voice breathy and fragmented.
She was doing her best to suppress the intensity of her moans, trying to maintain some semblance of decorum despite the way Kael was rattling her frame.
"You... mhhhm, ahhmm... look like you’re in a bad mood? Did something... humm, ahhum... happen on your way here?"
Kyro stopped in his tracks, his hand gripping the doorframe of his room. He turned back, his gaze flickering between his mother’s flushed, submissive face and Kael’s locked-in expression.
"No, Mother, I’m not in a bad mood, and nothing happened on my way," Kyro replied, his voice flat.
He turned his attention fully to Kael, his curiosity finally overriding his respect for the "customer" rule.
Since Kael was still acting friendly, he decided to cut the pleasantries and get to the point.
"Hello, brother. Pardon me for asking, but can you share with me how you managed to get hold of your ’fruits’—or whatever wealth you used to exchange with Mother for this service?"
Kael and Suna exchanged a amused, knowing look, and Kael finally brought his rhythmic pumping to a halt.
The air in the room seemed to shift as they both realized exactly why Kyro had been sulking.
Seeing the spark of understanding ignite in Kael’s green eyes, Suna let out a breathless, bubbly laugh that turned into a giggle as she shook her head.
Kael joined in, his laughter deep and hearty, filling the room.
The sight of both of them laughing in unison only left Kyro more bewildered and agitated. He stood there, gripping the doorframe, feeling like the butt of a joke he hadn’t been let in on.
Kael, finally comprehending the ridiculousness of the situation, leaned back slightly, though he remained firmly lodged inside his aunt.
A smirk played on his lips as he asked, "Haha, brother, what exactly do you think I am doing here?"
Kyro narrowed his eyes, his confusion deepening into a mix of suspicion and defensive pride.
He gestured vaguely at the scene in front of him, his voice tight. "You’re having sex with Mother. What else could this possibly be?"
Kael laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. With a fluid movement, he pulled his cock back until only the head remained trapped in the tight, insistent grip of his aunt’s sphincter.
He shifted his hips, showing Kyro exactly where he was positioned. "How about you tell me what I’m doing now?"
Kyro stared, his eyes widening as he finally looked past the position and focused on the point of contact.
He was well-versed in the mechanics of sex, but he had been so caught up in his own assumptions that he hadn’t bothered to look closely at where they were actually connected.
"Aren’t you... like... *mm*... in the wrong hole?" Kyro stammered, his face flushing.
"Yes," Kael replied, a teasing smirk on his face. "I wasn’t ’having sex’ with Aunt in the way you mean. I was just working on inserting my penis into her bum, and Aunt here was kind enough to allow me to practice."
Suna remained in her position on the floor, listening to the boys’ banter with a mixture of amusement and relief.
She felt no need to intervene; the misunderstanding was clearing up on its own, and she was more than content to let the boys navigate this awkward moment without her help.
She stayed still, waiting to see how Kyro would react to the revelation that her "business" was, for the moment, purely personal.