I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Olivia’s breath hitched at the contact, and it was only fueled by his words that followed.

”Kraven… what are you saying?” she whispered, though she did not make any effort to pull away.

Julian’s smile deepened. He stepped even closer to her until his chest nearly brushed her back.

”That’s the truth, Mother. That’s how I have always felt.” He paused for a moment, then added with a low voice. ”How does it feel? The new power inside you.”

Olivia took a deep breath as if calming herself. She knew he was provoking her, but her traitorous body was easily falling into his trap.

”Strange… and wonderful,” she finally whispered. ”It feels like my whole body is humming. Like I could reach out and touch the mana in the air without effort. But it also feels… sensitive. Everything feels more intense since this morning.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper. ”Even the silk against my skin feels different tonight.”

Julian’s hands remained firm on her shoulder. ”That’s normal in the early stages of a breakthrough. Your vessels are wider now. More receptive to the mana and surroundings.”

His hand slid slowly from her shoulder, caressing her arms with a teasing touch.

”Your body is still adjusting. It craves… guidance.”

Olivia swallowed hard. She turned to face him fully now, their eyes locking with one another. Hers were dark with a mixture of nervousness, lingering shame, and something hotter, while his was pure hunger. The neckline of her nightgown had shifted slightly from her movements, offering a tempting glimpse of the soft valley between her breasts.

”Kraven… about what we talked about earlier,” she said. ”I haven’t forgotten. But standing here with you now, knowing your father could return at any moment…” She bit her lip. ”I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.”

Julian lifted his hand and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up toward him.

”Then breathe, Mother. We have time tonight. No one will disturb us.”

Olivia’s breath had turned into ragged pants.

For a few more seconds, a complete silence filled the room. The only sounds were the faint crackle of the mana lamps and the rapid beating of her own heart echoing in her ears. Olivia stood frozen against him, the thin silk of her nightgown doing nothing to hide how her nipples had stiffened into tight peaks.

Then, as if gathering every last shred of her courage, Olivia spoke.

”What… what do you want me to do?”

Julian pinched her lower lip gently between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down just enough to make her flinch.

Ahhh!!

The small, surprised sound that escaped her sent a thrill through him.

”Please me.”

Olivia’s heart raced wildly at that.

”But… how?” she breathed, the word trembling on her lips.

Julian gave a small, hungry smile. He released her lip and let his hand slide down to cup her jaw, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his intense gaze.

”I leave that to you, Mother,” he murmured. ”You can use your hands… or perhaps your mouth.”

The words hung heavy in the air between them. Olivia’s face flushed a deep, mortified crimson that spread all the way down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. She looked away for a moment, biting her lip hard enough that it turned white.

”That… mouth’s... too much Kraven. Hand is fine.”

Julian smiled victoriously, though he kept his expression soft and understanding on the surface.

”Whatever you are comfortable with,” he said gently. ”I just need you… that much is enough for me.”

Olivia’s flush deepened at that. Although his words were gentle and loving, they did not fit in their current situation… when they were about to do something so sinful. The contrast only made her heart pound harder.

As if sensing her turmoil, Julian stepped back from her slowly. He walked toward the massive bed and lowered himself onto the edge of it, sitting with his legs slightly parted. The silk shirt stretched across his broad chest as he leaned back on one arm, watching her with dark, hungry eyes that still held that strange, comforting warmth.

”Come here, Mother,” he said softly, patting his thigh lightly. ”You don’t have to kneel on the cold floor.”

Olivia stood there for a long moment, just watching him with nervous eyes. Her hands clutched at the sides of her nightgown as if it could somehow anchor her to sanity. This was her son. The boy she had carried, raised, and scolded. And now she was about to touch him intimately with her own hands while her husband was out on some work.

Yet her feet moved anyway.

She stepped closer until she stood between his spread legs. She then looked down at him, and maybe it was because of his sitting position; the bulge of his cock was completely visible. A violent shiver ran down her spine as her eyes refused to move away from the prominent outline straining against his trousers.

It looked so heavy, so obscenely large even while still contained.

As her mind was doing mental gymnastics, Julian’s hand reached for the very same bulge, and he began playing with it slowly as if teasing her gaze.

Olivia’s body heated in an instant. Her throat felt dry, and she swallowed visibly, unable to tear her eyes away from the way his fingers stroked and squeezed the growing hardness.

”Would you like to sit on my lap or kneel, Mother?” Julian asked, his voice deceptively innocent and almost boyish—the same tone Kraven might have used years ago when asking for sweets or stories before bed.

However, the innocence in his tone combined with the word ”Mother” only made everything feel even more twisted and wrong.

Olivia’s heart hammered wildly in her chest.

”I’ll… kneel,” she murmured. If I sit on his lap, that would be too much, she tried to convince herself.

Sitting on her own son’s lap while he was hard would cross a line she wasn’t ready to face yet.

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.