I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 798: Olivia accepts her loss – r18

She was trapped.

And deep down, she understood the truth she didn’t want to face. If she wanted this to end… she had no choice but to play along with this filthy, degrading game he had forced her into.

“Yes…” she finally answered, her voice coming out small and broken. “Yours is bigger. Way bigger. Thicker… longer… so much harder than his ever was.”

The confession seemed to rip something open inside her. Her shoulders shook, but once the words were out, a strange, dangerous acceptance settled over her. The shame didn’t vanish — it burned hotter than ever — but now it mixed with something else. Heat. Surrender.

If she had to play this depraved game… then she would play it properly.

“It’s true,” she breathed, her voice gaining a strange strength. “Your father’s cock was never like this. I could wrap my hand all the way around him. But you… you’re so huge, Kraven. I feel like a dirty mother for admitting it, but your cock is stretching my hands wide open. It’s making me so wet just holding it…”

Julian let out a deep, satisfied groan at that. She was finally coming undone.

“Good girl. Keep talking. Tell me how it makes you feel to be your son’s personal cocksucker.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in pure shock.

Personal cocksucker?

The crude, degrading words hit her like a slap. Her mind went completely blank for a moment, unable to process that her own son had just called her that. However, unexpectedly… a fresh, humiliating rush of unwanted arousal flooded between her thighs, soaking her panties even more. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around nothing, aching with this sudden, shameful need.

Her strokes became faster, sloppier. Both hands worked his massive cock with increasing desperation, twisting and pumping as precum coated her fingers and dripped down onto her wrists.

“D-Don’t say such things, Kraven…” she gasped. “I’m your mother… you can’t call me that. It’s too filthy.”

Julian only smiled down at her, his expression dark with lust and control. He reached down and gently stroked her hair, almost tenderly, even as his hips rocked forward into her eager hands.

“Why not, Mother? Look at you… how desperate you are to make me cum.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Be honest. Tell me how it really feels.”

“Mmmhhh…” Olivia whimpered loudly. She tried to look away, but his hand on her cheek kept her gaze locked on his.

“I… I feel disgusting,” she whispered, even as her hands kept pumping him faster. “But… I cannot stop.”

“Yes…” Julian groaned in pleasure. “Keep going. Did Father ever fulfill your sexual needs, Mother? Was he enough for you?”

The question made her freeze for half a second.

“Kraven… please don’t ask me that,” she begged softly, but her voice lacked conviction.

After a long, trembling moment, she answered.

“No… He wasn’t. Your father was a good man, but in bed… he was quick. Gentle. He never made me feel… full. Never made me lose control like this.”

Julian’s eyes gleamed with triumph. “So all those years, you were secretly craving something bigger? Something thicker? Something that could actually satisfy that hungry little pussy of yours?”

Olivia moaned shamefully at his vulgar words. Her hands squeezed him tighter, stroking from base to swollen head in long, wet glides.

“Yes… Gods forgive me, yes. I used to touch myself after he fell asleep, imagining something more. But I never thought… I never imagined it would be you.”

Julian’s breathing grew heavier. He pushed her further, his voice turning low and commanding.

“What would you do if I weren’t your son, Mother? If I was just a young stranger who needed relief? Would you still be on your knees like this? Or would you go even further?”

Olivia’s mind was spiraling out of control. The already overwhelming situation enveloping them had grown impossibly hotter, and now Kraven was weaving twisted fantasy into their forbidden reality. Her pulse thundered in her ears, matching the wild, frantic rhythm of her hands.

“I… I don’t know,” she lied breathlessly.

Then, after another shameful pause, the truth spilled out.

“I think… I would suck it. I would open my mouth and take as much of this huge cock as I could. I’d let you fuck my throat if you wanted. I’d be such a slut for it… just to feel wanted. Just to feel full.”

“Fuck, Mother…” Julian growled, his hips starting to thrust more noticeably into her fists. “You’re so much dirtier than I imagined. Keep talking. Tell me how much you love your son’s cock. Tell me you’d rather worship this cock than your husband’s.”

Olivia was breaking. The dam had cracked wide open. Tears of shame and overwhelming arousal slipped down her flushed cheeks as she pumped him harder, faster, both hands working in perfect, desperate rhythm.

“I love it…” she confessed in a broken moan. “I love your cock, Kraven. It’s so much bigger than your father’s. So much thicker. It makes my hands look tiny. I’m your mother and I’m jerking you off like a whore… and part of me doesn’t want it to end. I’d rather worship this cock than anything else right now. I’m so wet… I’m dripping down my thighs just from stroking you.”

Julian’s thighs tensed. His cock swelled even thicker in her grip, the veins pulsing wildly.

“Mother… I’m close,” he groaned. “Don’t stop. Look at me while you make me cum.”

Olivia looked up at him with glassy, lust-drunk eyes, her hands flying along his shaft. “Cum for me, Kraven,” she whispered, the words coming easier now. “Cum for your sinful mother. Cover my hands… my face… please. I need to feel it.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Julian finally exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering across Olivia’s hands, wrists, and the tops of her breasts. Some landed on her chin and lower lip. He kept pulsing, jet after jet, as her hands milked every last drop from him, stroking him through the intense orgasm until he was spent and shuddering.