I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

She could not stop the soft, continuous sounds that left her. Her body had begun to chase the friction of its own accord, her hips meeting his thrusts with small, involuntary rolls. Pleasure coiled tighter in her abdomen.

Julian kept speaking in low, rough fragments between thrusts.

”You feel perfect around me. The way you squeeze when I go deep… yes, like that.”

Olivia’s embarrassment only deepened, yet her body responded more openly with every filthy, affectionate word.

Soft cries and slapping of skins filled the space between the cabinets. The leg he held open trembled harder and she could feel her own climax beginning to gather.

They continued like that for several long minutes, setting a deep and steady rhythm.

Julian’s breathing had grown harsher against her ear. His thrusts began to lose a fraction of their earlier control, growing just a little shorter and more urgent. Olivia felt the change and knew he was close. Her own peak was rising to meet his. The tension in her core wound tighter and tighter until she was certain she would break.

Then, without warning, Julian stopped.

He buried himself to the hilt and went completely still. The sudden loss of movement left Olivia gasping and her walls clenched around the thick length in helpless protest. The orgasm that had been only moments away hovered just out of reach, leaving her shaking and unsatisfied.

Her eyes opened in dazed surprise.

”Kraven…?”

He was breathing hard. He leaned in and brushed his mouth against her cheek.

”Not so fast, Mother.”

Before she could form a response, his hands shifted. One if his arm slid fully beneath her lifted thigh; the other wrapped around her back.

In a single smooth motion he lifted her clear of the cabinet she had been braced against. Olivia let out a startled sound and locked her arms around his neck as her weight left the floor. The change of position drove him even deeper for a moment and drew another broken moan from her throat.

He carried her to the low cushioned bench that stood on the far wall, never once slipping free of her body.

When he sat, he kept her on top of him, her knees forced to straddle his hips. Her full weight settled over the thick cock still buried inside her. The new angle made her take him even more completely.

Her face was scarlet.

”This is so embarrassing, Kraven,” she whispered, the words trembling with equal parts shame and residual need. ”Anyone could… the way we are sitting… it is too much.”

Julian’s hands settled on her waist, steadying her. His eyes remained dark and focused on her flushed face.

For a moment neither of them spoke. The new position left Olivia completely exposed. Every small breath she took made her feel him more clearly.

”Am I pleasuring you, Mother?” he asked. His voice was low and rough, yet the question itself carried a surprising note of sincerity.

Olivia’s eyes flicked away. The directness of the question made her heart flutter. She swallowed before she could answer.

”Yes,” she whispered. The single word came out thinner than she intended. ”You are.”

He watched her face carefully.

”Is my cock good enough for you?”

The bluntness of the follow-up sent another wave of heat across her skin. Olivia’s fingers curled against his chest. For a few seconds she seemed unable to find a reply. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely audible and thick with embarrassment.

”It is… more than enough. You fill me completely. It feels—” She stopped, searched for a safer word, and failed. ”It feels very good. Too good. I cannot think properly while you are this deep.”

Julian’s hands flexed on her waist. A quiet, satisfied breath left him at her admission. He leaned forward just enough to brush his mouth against the edge of her jaw.

”Then move, Mother.”

Olivia’s body tensed. She glanced down at the place where they were joined, at the shameless way her thighs were spread across his lap, and a fresh wave of shyness rose in her expression.

”Kraven… this position is so revealing,” she murmured. ”Anyone looking would see everything. It is too much.”

A small smile touched his mouth.

”We are already having sex, Mother. What could be more revealing than that?”

The simple truth of the statement left her without a ready answer.

For a long moment she only sat there, breathing unevenly, feeling the hard heat of him pulse inside her. Then, she placed her hands more firmly on his shoulders and began to move.

The first motion was hesitant. She lifted herself by a small degree and sank back down, testing the angle. The slow slide of his cock inside her drew a soft, broken sound from her throat.

”Ahh…”

She repeated the movement, a little more certain this time.

Up, then down.

The wet heat of her body accepted him easily now. Each careful descent made her take him to the hilt again. Soft moans began to fall from her lips in time with the rhythm she set.

”Ahh… mhh… ahh…”

Julian’s hands remained at her waist, holding himself still. His head tipped back against the wall behind the bench. The sight of her moving on him, the soft bounce of her marked breasts, the way her expression shifted between concentration and pleasure, pulled a rough sound from his chest.

Olivia’s movements gradually lost their initial shyness. The pleasure of controlling the depth and the pace overtook the embarrassment of the position. She began to rise higher and sink faster, letting her weight carry her down onto him with more purpose.

”YEsss… ahh… mhh… Kraven…”

Julian’s composure frayed openly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. His breathing turned harsh and uneven. Every time she took him fully, a low, involuntary sound left him.

”Mother… so good,” he managed between clenched teeth. ”You feel—ahh—too good. The way you move on me… I feel like I might lose it at any time.”

The raw honesty of his reaction struck something inside her. Seeing the usually controlled young man reduced to broken praise and barely held restraint sent a sharp, unexpected surge of determination through Olivia. She wanted to keep that look on his face. She wanted to feel him struggle against the pleasure she was giving him.

Her hands braced more firmly on his shoulders. Her rhythm grew stronger, more deliberate. She lifted almost to the tip before sinking down in a smooth, deep stroke that made both of them groan. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her with every movement.

Julian’s head fell forward until his forehead rested against her collarbone. His hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave faint marks. The words that left him were fractured and heated.

”Mother… yes… just like that. You are going to make me—nnh—lose control.”

Olivia did not slow. The embarrassment of the revealing position had not disappeared, but it had been joined by a fierce, focused need to push him further. She kept riding him, while the mirrors around them reflected every shameless rise and fall of her body on her son’s cock.