I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

”Kraven… what… what are you doing?”

She stammered, her voice a breathless mix of surprise and rising panic. She flinched and instinctively tried to pull back, but his other hand settled on her shoulder, holding her in place without force.

Julian smiled down at her with that same calm and almost boyish expression again, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

”Nothing, Mother,” he murmured. ”Since we won’t be doing this again… I was just touching them for the last time.”

Olivia’s breath hitched as he continued to explore her breast with the slow, teasing caresses.

”Kraven, please…” she whispered, but there was no real strength behind the plea. Her hands, still messy with his seed, hovered uncertainly in the air between them. ”This isn’t… we said one time. You just promised you wouldn’t force me.”

”I’m not forcing you,” he replied softly, his eyes locked on hers with that same innocent-yet-dangerous expression. ”I’m only touching. You can tell me to stop anytime, Mother.”

”Ammm.....” Olivia whimpered as shame flooded her cheeks with fresh heat.

What should I do? Her mind raced desperately for an escape. I should leave right now. Stand up, push his hands away, and walk out of this room before this goes any further.

But another voice, darker and more insistent, pushed back almost immediately. This is the last time. After tonight, it ends. If this is truly the final moment… why not let him touch you? You want it. Your body is aching for it.

The two sides of her mind warred fiercely. Guilt screamed at her to preserve what little remained of her role as a mother. Desire whispered that no one would ever know and that this forbidden pleasure was a secret indulgence she could allow herself just once more.

As the seconds stretched and Julian’s warm palms continued kneading her breasts, Olivia knew which side was winning.

Her breathing grew shallow and ragged - once again.

”Since… thi-this is the last time…” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible and trembling with humiliation, ”you can… ummm… continue.”

Julian’s smile widened.

”That’s my good mother,” he murmured tenderly, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her temple. ”Thank you for letting me enjoy you a little longer.”

Olivia shuddered at his words and another soft whimper escaped her lips. She stayed on her knees before him, her hands resting uncertainly on his thighs for support.

Julian watched her face closely, savoring every flicker of shame and pleasure that crossed it. After a moment, his voice dropped into a curious, almost nostalgic tone — one that made the question even more shocking.

”Mother… when I was a baby, was I addicted to your milk?” he asked softly, never stopping the gentle massage of her breasts. ”Did I suckle from you for a long time? Did I cry and fuss whenever you tried to pull me away?”

Olivia’s eyes widened in pure flabbergasted shock. Her mouth fell open, a fresh wave of mortification crashing over her.

”Kraven!” she gasped. ”What kind of question is that? That’s… that’s so inappropriate. Why would you even ask something like that right now?”

But he only smiled wider and pinched her nipples lightly in a way that made her gasp again.

”I’m just curious. This is our last time, remember? Tell me the truth. I want to know everything about how I was with you.”

Olivia’s mind reeled. The taboo nature of the question made her head spin, yet her body refused to pull away from his touch. After a long, trembling pause, she answered in a barely audible whisper.

”You… you were very attached,” she admitted, her cheeks burning hotter than ever. ”You nursed for longer than most babies. Sometimes you would fall asleep with my nipple still in your mouth. I had to gently rock you for hours… you seemed so content, so hungry for me. I used to feel so full and… needed.”

Julian groaned softly in pleasure at her words, his cock twitching back to life between them. His hands squeezed her breasts more possessively.

”I knew it. Even as a baby I couldn’t get enough of you. Did it feel good when I sucked on you, Mother? Did your body respond to your own son’s mouth?”

Olivia closed her eyes shut as another rush of arousal flooded her core.

”Kraven… this is too much. Yes… sometimes it did. My body would tingle. It was natural, I told myself. But now… hearing you ask these things while you’re touching me like this… it feels so wrong.”

He leaned in closer.

”I wish you were still lactating, Mother,” he confessed in a low, hungry voice. ”I wish these beautiful breasts were full and heavy with milk again. I would drink from you right now. I’d latch on like I did when I was little and suck until you were moaning and shaking. I’d swallow every drop of your warm milk while you held me against your chest.”

The explicit fantasy hit Olivia like a lightning bolt. Her eyes flew open in stunned disbelief, but her nipples tightened almost painfully under his fingers, and a fresh gush of wetness soaked between her thighs.

”You… you can’t say things like that,” she breathed, even as her back arched instinctively, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. ”I’m your mother, Kraven. The thought of you… drinking from me again… it’s completely depraved.”

”Depraved, maybe,” he murmured, ”but you’re not telling me to stop. Your body likes the idea, doesn’t it?”

He paused for a few seconds, letting her mind overtake the imagination.

”Would you let me do that if you could?”

”Ahh.... Kravenn...”

Olivia moaned brokenly. Her hands tightened on his thighs as she fought — and lost — the battle against her own desires.

”I… I don’t know,” she lied weakly. ”This is insane. You’re my son… but the thought of it… of feeding you again like that...”

She couldn’t bring herself to complete the sentence. It was too lewd, too taboo and too overwhelming than anything that preceded it.

Julian leaned forward again and his lips hovered close to her ear.

”But… you can still lactate, right, Mother?” he whispered. ”You are a mage. I’m sure you can control your body… make your breasts swell and fill with warm, sweet milk.”