I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

”It’s… it’s so big,” she finally answered hesitantly, 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.

”And… it’s heavy,” she added shyly, her eyes dropping back to the massive organ in her hands. ”So heavy and hard. The veins… they’re bulging against my fingers. The head is so swollen and leaking… I can see it dripping because of me.”

A broken little sob escaped her as she admitted it.

”Kraven… this is so wrong. I’m your mother. I shouldn’t be saying these things while holding my own son’s cock…”

”Ahh...” Julian groaned again, clearly aroused by her hesitant, taboo-filled words. His hand tightened slightly in her hair.

”Is mine bigger than Father’s?”

Olivia froze completely. Her hands stopped moving around his shaft as fresh shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. She looked up at him with wide, horrified eyes, her lips parting in disbelief.

”Kraven!” she gasped. ”You can’t ask me that… that’s… that’s too much. He’s your father. I can’t compare—”

But Julian simply looked at her. His cock twitched strongly in her still hands, as if the question itself excited him more. The heavy silence pressed down on her, forcing her to confront the depravity of the moment.

”We agreed on only this, Kraven… you are taking it too far,” she finally said in a bit of a sharp voice, trying to reclaim some semblance of control.

Julian raised a brow at her response. He was impressed—she was maintaining her composure even in a situation like this. He tilted his head slightly and offered a small, almost boyish smile.

”I am sorry Mother... but the thing is... talking dirty makes me release faster.”

He paused and made a bit of a shy expression, as if he himself were embarrassed by the admission.

”Otherwise… I can go on for hours.”

Olivia’s mouth formed a perfect ’o’ at that. An hour? He must be kidding.

Her hands unconsciously gave his throbbing shaft a slow, distracted stroke as the shocking words sank in. The sheer stamina he was implying made her stomach flutter with a mix of disbelief and forbidden curiosity.

”You are playing with me right, Kraven?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and nervousness. Even as she spoke, her fingers continued their gentle movements around his massive length, unable to fully stop. ”Hours…? That… that can’t be true. No man can last that long.”

Julian chuckled softly. His hand remained gentle in her hair, stroking it as if comforting her rather than guiding her sinful actions.

”I’m not playing, Mother. Ever since the breakthrough… my body has changed too. Everything feels stronger. Harder to satisfy.”

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her kneeling form.

”Especially when it’s you touching me. My own beautiful mother on her knees like this… it makes it even harder to hold back.”

Olivia’s breath caught. The casual way he called her ”my own beautiful mother” while she was actively stroking his cock sent another wave of intense shame crashing through her.

Gods above… What have I become? I’m supposed to be guiding him, not… not worshipping his manhood with my hands.

Yet she didn’t pull away.

Her soft palms continued gliding up and down his thick shaft, spreading the leaking precum to make her strokes smoother and wetter. The obscene, slick sounds echoed quietly between them. Every throb of his cock against her fingers reminded her exactly whose manhood she was pleasuring.

”I… I don’t know if I can do this for that long,” she whispered. ”My hands are already starting to feel tired, Kraven. And if you really can last for hours…”

She trailed off, biting her lip hard as fresh arousal pooled between her thighs.

Julian’s smile turned gentle again, though the hunger in his eyes never faded.

”Then take your time, Mother. There’s no rush tonight.”

He paused, then added in that same deceptively innocent tone, ”You can even use both hands if you want. I like it when you squeeze a little… right here near the head.”

Olivia whimpered softly at the instruction. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever as she adjusted her grip, using both of her hands now to stroke him. One of her hands focused on the thick base while the other worked the upper half, her thumb brushing repeatedly over the sensitive slit at the tip.

Every stroke felt more taboo than the last.

”Like… like this?” she asked breathlessly, looking up at him with watery, ashamed eyes.

”Yes, Mother… just like that,” Julian groaned softly, his voice thick with pleasure. ”You are doing great. So perfect.”

Olivia blushed deeply at the compliment. Hearing her own son praise her like that made something twisted and warm bloom low in her belly. I shouldn’t feel happy hearing that… I’m his mother, not some young girl trying to please him.

Yet her hands didn’t stop.

She kept stroking him steadily, using both palms to glide up and down his massive length.

Minutes passed like this.

Olivia’s arms began to ache, but she continued, determined to fulfill her part of the deal.

Five full minutes went by.

Julian’s breathing was heavier, but he still hadn’t shown any real signs of getting close. His hips would occasionally rock gently into her hands, but his expression remained calm and controlled, almost relaxed.

Finally, Olivia lost her patience. Her hands slowed, though they didn’t fully stop.

”My hands are hurting, Kraven…” she whispered, her voice strained with embarrassment and exhaustion. ”Are you not close yet?”

Julian looked down at her with an innocent, almost boyish expression that felt completely out of place given the situation.

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

Olivia’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her hands were already tired and her own body was throbbing with unwanted arousal. The dampness between her thighs had grown even worse.

”I can’t continue like this…” she admitted softly, still holding his heavy cock in both hands. ”It’s too much… my arms are getting sore.”