I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

With a deep, guttural groan, Julian finally exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering filthily across Olivia's hands, wrists, and the tops of her breasts. Some even landed on her chin and lower lip.

Olivia's hands continued to milk him gently through every powerful spasm, squeezing and stroking until the final weak pulse faded and his massive shaft began to soften slightly in her grip.

Her eyes were locked onto the obscene mess that now covered her hands. The masculine, musky scent of his release was far more intense and intoxicating than anything she had ever imagined. It filled her nostrils with every shaky breath, making everything even more real.

But for a brief second, a pure disgust washed over her.

What kind of mother lets her son cum all over her hands? What kind of woman sits there on her knees, still holding his spent cock while his seed drips from her skin?

The shame hit her like a powerful slap, snapping her harshly back to reality. For a moment, everything inside her seemed to freeze, as if her thoughts had been scattered and then forced back into place all at once.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, her gaze began to rise. It felt heavy, as though even the simple act of looking up took effort. But eventually, her eyes found Julian's face.

The sight of him made her heart jolt violently against her ribs.

His eyes were completely shut, his lashes trembling faintly against cheeks that were still flushed with lingering warmth. Each breath he took came out uneven and strained, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm that refused to calm. His thighs still trembled... the aftershocks running through him in small, uncontrollable movements that he didn't seem able to stop.

A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, catching the light along his forehead and collarbone. It made him look almost fragile in that moment... despite the strength she knew he carried. There was no guard left in his expression, no restraint, no control. Everything about him was laid bare.

He looked completely undone.

And as she kneeled there, caught between shame and something she didn't want to name, she couldn't look away.

I did this, she thought, a strange mix of horror and forbidden pride twisting in her chest. I pleasured my own son. I made him feel this good… I made him fall apart like that.

The weight of what had just happened settled heavily over her. Her hands finally stopped, and after a few long, silent moments, she gently pulled back. Strings of cum stretched between her fingers and his cock before breaking. She stared at her messy palms for another heartbeat, then wiped them absently on the front of her already-stained nightgown.

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