I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 797: Olivia accepts her loss – r18

Julian looked down at his mother with an innocent, almost boyish smile that felt utterly obscene given the depraved situation they were in. His expression was soft, almost vulnerable, as if he were simply asking for help with homework rather than having his massive cock stroked by her trembling hands.

“No, Mother… I don’t even feel my orgasm building yet,” he said gently.

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her arms were already aching, her shoulders burning from the repetitive motion. Worse, her own body was betraying her completely. The shameful heat between her thighs had grown slick and insistent, her nipples tight against the thin fabric of her nightgown.

“I… I can’t continue like this,” she admitted softly.

Both of her hands were still wrapped around his shaft, unable to fully encircle it.

“It’s too much, Kraven. My arms are getting so sore…”

Julian’s smile deepened. She was still trying to resist… still clinging to the last threads of her dignity, but he could see the cracks widening. It was only a matter of time before she broke.

“We can’t stop midway, Mother,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rugged tone that sent an unwilling shiver down her spine. He let the heavy silence stretch for a few seconds before continuing.

“There’s only one option left.”

Olivia’s gaze slowly lifted to meet his. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow.

“What…?” she asked, already dreading the answer. “Tell me.”

“Like I told you before,” he said calmly, “talking dirty helps me finish faster.”

Her eyes dropped immediately to the enormous cock pulsing in her grip. A violent war raged inside her chest.

This is too far. Too depraved. If I start speaking those words… there will be no going back. I’ll truly become a sinful mother.

The silence stretched painfully between them, broken only by the wet, obscene sound of her hands slowly gliding along his slick length.

Finally, her voice cracked. “Kraven… are you absolutely sure your… your release will come faster if I speak that way?”

Julian nodded, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. “Yes, mother. And as much you hate to admit it… the line has already been crossed. Dragging this out will only make it harder for both of us. Just help me finish.”

Olivia’s hands tightened instinctively around his throbbing cock at his words. The thick shaft pulsed strongly between her soft palms, as if agreeing with him. She could feel every vein, every throb, every bit of heat radiating from her own son’s manhood. The horrifying reality of what she was doing crashed over her again.

She let out a shaky breath.

“I… I don’t know if I can say those things,” she whispered, her voice thick with shame. “It feels so wrong, Kraven. I’m your mother. I should be scolding you, not… not jerking you off and talking filth to make you cum.”

Julian groaned softly. “Just try, Mother. Tell me what you’re thinking right now. Tell me how it feels to hold your own son’s cock in both hands.”

Olivia whimpered. Despite the storm of guilt inside her, her hands began moving a little faster, squeezing him tighter. Her fingers trembled as she forced the words past her lips.

“It feels… so big and heavy,” she began, her voice hoarse. “I can barely wrap both hands around it. It’s so thick… and it keeps twitching and jumping every time I stroke it. I keep thinking about how I carried you for nine months… how this cock grew inside my body… and now I’m on my knees milking it like some desperate woman.”

She paused, breathing hard.

“I feel like a terrible mother,” she continued, her voice dropping even lower. “A sinful, awful mother who’s stroking her son’s cock… My arms hurt, but I can’t let go. I can’t stop touching you.”

Julian’s cock throbbed violently in her grip. A thick bead of precum leaked from the tip before coating her fingers in a sinful mess.

“That’s it, Mother… Fuck, you’re making me feel so good. Keep going.”

Her face was on fire with humiliation, yet her strokes grew more purposeful, more confident. Something dark and forbidden was stirring inside her.

“Mother…” Julian’s voice turned teasing. “Is this the biggest cock you’ve ever seen in your life?”

Olivia bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. She continued stroking him in long, slow pumps, trying to hide herself behind the motion. For nearly half a minute she said nothing.

“Yes…” she finally whispered. “This is the biggest.”

Julian’s eyes gleamed with wicked triumph. “Bigger than Father’s?”

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. Gods… he’s really going to make me say it. My own son is forcing me to compare him to his father while I’m pumping his cock.

“Kraven… is this really right?” she pleaded softly, looking up at him with watery, desperate eyes. Even as she begged, her soft palms kept gliding up and down his massive length, twisting gently at the head.

He didn’t answer the plea. Instead, he cupped her chin, forcing her to keep looking at him. “Is my cock bigger than Father’s, Mother? Answer me.”

The silence was excruciating, stretching on until it felt almost suffocating. Every passing second pressed heavier against her chest, as if the very air around them had turned solid. He was pushing her to her absolute limit, stripping away every last layer of resistance, and they both knew it. There was no pretense left between them, no illusion she could hide behind.

Olivia’s shoulders trembled, the strain visible in every small movement she made. Her breath came unevenly, betraying the storm she was trying so desperately to contain. She searched for an escape, some way out of this suffocating moment, but there was none.

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.”