Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 828: Horny Gabriela

I chuckled inwardly, my expression carefully schoolboy-shy as I nodded, my cheeks flushed just enough to sell the act. Gabriela let out a soft, amused sigh, shaking her head. ”You kid...” she murmured, her voice warm, almost maternal.

She settled onto the bed, her bathrobe parting slightly as she lay down, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made my pulse spike.

I lay down beside her, both of us stretched out straight at first. But then I turned to face her, my gaze tracing the worry etched into her expression.

”Auntie,” I said softly, my voice gentle, comforting, ”don’t worry about Brother Diaz. He’ll be fine. He’s a strong man.”

Gabriela sighed, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears as she thought of her son. ”I’m worried,” she admitted, her voice trembling. ”When Diaz wakes up... he won’t be able to handle himself... seeing his condition... I... I...” Her voice cracked, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe.

I reached out, my hand brushing hers, my voice steady. ”Auntie... then we’ll both be there to help him,” I said, my tone reassuring. ”We won’t let him lose hope.”

Gabriela nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Yeah... we can’t let him lose hope...”

I chuckled darkly in my mind, the irony bitter and sweet. Hope. As if Diaz would have any left after what I had planned. He’d wish he were dead.

With a slow, deliberate breath, I activated my ability—Scent of Lust. The air around us shifted subtly, an invisible wave of pheromones flooding the room, wrapping around Gabriela like a second skin. Her breath hitched almost immediately, her pupils dilating slightly, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

The Scent of Lust had fully taken hold of Gabriela now, her body burning with a heat she couldn’t understand, couldn’t control.

She didn’t notice the unnatural influence—only the way her skin tingled, the way her breath came in short, desperate gasps, the way her mind spiraled into something dark, something filthy.

Her fingers clenched the bedsheets, her body trembling as the warmth pooled between her thighs, her pussy aching with a need she hadn’t felt in years. The worry for Diaz, the fear for her son—it was all still there, but it was drowning beneath the wave of lust crashing over her.

I used Telepathy to hear her thoughts and pretended to be asleep.

[Oh God...]Her thoughts were frantic, her mind racing.

[W-what is this...? Why do I feel so... so hot...?] Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bathrobe. [I-I can’t... I shouldn’t be feeling this way... Not now... Not ever...!]

But her body betrayed her.

[M-my pussy...] Her thoughts stuttered, her mind reeling.

[It’s... it’s throbbing... It’s so wet...!] She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but it only made it worse. [W-why...? Why is this happening to me...?]

Her mind flashed to me—to Jack—lying so close to her, his body warm, his presence overwhelming. The thought of him, of his hands on her, his mouth—it sent a jolt of shame and desire through her.

[Is this... is this because I’m with a man...?] Her thoughts were desperate, her mind spinning.

[A man the same age as my son...? Oh God... What kind of mother am I...?]She bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

[I’m disgusting... My son is in the hospital... He could be dying... And here I am... thinking about... about this...!]

But the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the stronger they became.

[I-I can’t stop...]Her mind was a whirlwind of shame and need.

[I keep imagining... imagining his hands on me... His mouth... Oh God... What if he touched me...?]Her breath came faster, her body arching slightly, her pussy dripping with need.

[N-no... I can’t... I can’t think like this...!]

She turned onto her other side, her back to me now, as if that would hide her thoughts, her desire. But it didn’t help. The heat only intensified, her mind betraying her with images of me—of my hands gripping her hips, my cock pushing inside her, filling her in ways she hadn’t been filled in years.

[Fuck...] The word slipped into her mind, unbidden, filthy.

[I’m soaking... I can feel it...!] Her fingers twitched, her mind screaming at her to stop, to think of Diaz, but her body wouldn’t listen.

[W-what if he woke up...? What if he saw me like this...? ]Her breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the thought. [Would he... would he want me...?]

The shame was crushing, but the need was stronger.

She tossed and turned, the sheets rustling beneath her, her body too wired to sleep.

[I can’t sleep...] Her thoughts were desperate now, her mind spinning.

[Is Jack asleep...?]

She turned again, her body facing mine, her eyes searching my face in the dim light. I kept my breathing steady, my expression relaxed, pretending to be asleep. But I felt her—her gaze on me, her desire radiating like heat.

[Looks like he fell asleep...] Her thoughts were softer now, almost disappointed.

The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the sound of Gabriela’s ragged breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets as she shifted again, her body restless with need. My Telekinesis was still locked onto her thoughts, and the moment her gaze flicked down—really looked—her mind exploded.

[Oh my God!!!] Her thought was a loud, shocked exclamation, her eyes widening as she stared at the bulge in my pants.

[W-what is that...? Is that... is that what I think it is...?] Her breath hitched, her heart pounding so hard I could almost hear it. The outline of my cock was unmistakable, straining against the fabric, thick and hard, the sheer size of it making her mind spin.

[H-he looks like he’s in pain...] Her thoughts stuttered, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

[I-I should help him... Yeah... That’s it! I’m just helping him... Like an elder...] She tried to justify it to herself, her mind racing, her body aching with a need she couldn’t deny.

[It’s not like I want it... No, no, no... I’m just... I’m just being kind...!]

But the way her breath quickened, the way her pussy clenched at the sight, the way her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out—she wasn’t fooling anyone. Least of all herself.