I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Sitting on her own son’s lap while he was hard would cross a line that she wasn’t ready to face yet. So, she slowly lowered herself to her knees on the thick carpet between his legs. The position put her face dangerously close to his crotch. Her nightgown pooled around her thighs as she settled, her hands resting nervously on her lap.

From this angle, she could see the bulge even more prominently.

Julian looked down at her with dark, half-lidded eyes. His hand continued to lazily stroke himself through his trousers for a few more seconds before he finally spoke again.

”Let’s start, Mother.”

The simple words sent another wave of shameful heat through Olivia’s body. My son… my own flesh and blood is telling me to start pleasuring him. The thought made her dizzy with guilt, yet her hands moved anyway.

With trembling fingers, she reached for the waistband of his trousers. She hesitated for several long heartbeats and just stared at the bulge right in front of her face. Then, slowly, she tugged the fabric down. The button came undone with a soft pop. The zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room as she pulled it down inch by inch.

As the trousers loosened, his cock finally sprang free.

Olivia’s eyes widened in genuine shock. Her gaze immediately locked onto the throbbing cock right in front of her face, unable to look away. It was thick, girthy, and veined, standing proudly with a slight upward curve. The flushed head glistened with a bead of precum that slowly dripped down the shaft.

For several long seconds, she simply stared... her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.

Then, shyly, her eyes reached up to meet his. Seeing the smug, satisfied smile on Julian’s face, she quickly averted her gaze again, her cheeks burning with fresh embarrassment.

Is this real? she asked herself inwardly.

The moment his cock was released, she had to suppress the urge to scream.

Though she had already gasped, it was far better than screaming—that would have been utterly embarrassing. But still… her shock could not be completely hidden. How was he this big?

The only cock she had ever seen intimately was her husband’s, and even then it had been years since the last time. She had heard vague talks from her married friends over the years, but nothing prepared her for this. Her son’s cock was massive, and visibly more powerful than anything she had imagined.

Gods… What am I doing? This is my child. My Kraven. How can I even think such things?

The fact that she was thinking of her husband and comparing her own son’s manhood to his made a fresh wave of guilt crash over her.

This internal monologue continued for two whole minutes. The whole time she remained frozen solid on her knees, her eyes helplessly fixed on Kraven’s cock. It twitched occasionally under her stare, as if it could feel her attention.

Another full minute passed as she felt her suppressed desires beginning to flare up dangerously. At the end of the day, she was still a woman. Seeing such a virile, imposing sight right in front of her was enough to light the fire hidden deep within her neglected body.

Her husband was a Duke. He rarely had time to spend with his wife, and even when he did, it seldom ended in intimacy anymore. Those moments had grown cold and mechanical long ago.

But she quickly suppressed all those thoughts and desires.

No. I am a mother first, and then a woman. I cannot afford to lose control and act like some woman in heat.

She calmed herself with several deep, shaky breaths. Just a deal, she convinced herself firmly. This is only to help him. Nothing more.

Finally, she looked up again and met his eyes. His smile was still there, and she could read his face even without exchanging any words.

He was clearly saying, ”Let’s get started.”

Olivia swallowed hard. Her hands trembled as they reached forward slowly... brushing against the hot, velvety shaft of her son’s cock. The first contact made her breath hitch sharply.

Julian himself groaned deeply at her touch, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment as pleasure rolled through him.

The sound — low, masculine, and unmistakably aroused — sent Olivia’s heart pounding rapidly in her chest. It was the sound of her own son reacting to her touch. As though encouraged by his reaction, her hands finally wrapped around the thick base.

She had to bite her lip hard to stifle the moan that nearly escaped her. Seeing it was one thing, but actually touching and feeling it was entirely different.

Julian opened his eyes again and looked down at her with dark intensity. His voice was husky when he spoke.

”Tell me, Mother… how does my cock feel in your hands? Describe it to me.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in mortification. She shook her head quickly... though her hands continued stroking him.

”Kraven… don’t speak like that,” she whispered, her voice laced with embarrassment. ”This is already wrong enough. Please don’t make me say such things…”

Julian’s hand gently stroked her hair, then cupped her flushed cheek.

”Come on, Mother. We are already doing it. You’re on your knees stroking your son’s cock with both hands... so let’s do it for real. No more hiding. Tell me how it feels, I want to hear it from your lips.”

”Mmhh…”

Olivia whimpered at that. Her face was burning with humiliation, but the way he spoke... calling it her son’s cock so openly... sent another forbidden thrill through her core. She looked up at him with glassy, conflicted eyes, biting her lip again.

”It’s… it’s so big,” she finally answered tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Thicker than I ever imagined… and so hot. I can also feel it pulsing… like it has a heartbeat of its own.”

She paused, breathing heavily as if continuing this was taking a big deal out of her. Julian waited patiently.