Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 839: A Mother’s Shame: Fucked in Front of Her Son

Gabriela glanced at him, her dark eyes softening with concern. ”D-Diaz...?” she whispered, her voice breaking, her fingers reaching out to brush his forehead. ”He’s finally resting...” she murmured, more to herself than to us, her body still trembling from the aftermath of arousal and shame.

Sarah winked at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and malice. ”Jack, you take care of Auntie here...” she purred, her voice smooth as silk, but her gaze burning with something far darker. ”I’ll go to the police station to check on the situation with Diaz’s attacker...” She paused, her lips curving into a smirk. ”See if there’s any progress...”

As she turned to leave, I caught the flicker of her lips moving—just for a second— ”Fuck her...”

The door clicked shut behind her.

I glanced at Gabriela—her body still trembling, her dark eyes glazed with confusion, shame, and lust. The memory of my touch still burned on her skin, her pussy aching with unfulfilled desire.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

I activated my Fiery Eyes, and instantly, red dots flared across Gabriela’s body—pulsing, demanding, begging to be touched. One on her earlobes, another on her neck, her upper lip—so close to her mouth—and more dotting her thighs, teasing the edges of her robe.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her thigh, tracing the red dot gently. Gabriela’s breath hitched, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips— ”Aaahh... J-Jack...”

I leaned in, my voice a dark, velvet whisper, just for her. ”Auntie...” I murmured, my fingers circling the red dot on her thigh, watching as her breath quickened, her body arching into my touch.

”Don’t worry about Brother Diaz...” My gaze flicked to him—still pretending to be asleep, but his mind screaming in silence. ”He’ll be fine...” My fingers pressed deeper, my voice dropping to a growl. ”He’s a strong man... Just like his mother.”

Gabriela’s thighs clenched together, her pussy dripping onto her thighs, the heat between them unbearable. The Hand of Arousal pulsed through her, amplified by the Fiery Eyes, doubling the sensation—every touch, every whisper, every glance driving her wilder.

[N-No...] Gabriela’s thought was a whimper, but her body betrayed her, her hips rolling slightly, her moans muffled behind her hand.

[H-He’s right there—!] Her dark eyes flickered to Diaz, guilt warring with the filthy desire coursing through her veins. The red dots from my Fiery Eyes pulsed hotter, demanding her attention, driving her mad with need.

My cock throbbed, hard and aching, straining against my pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, I opened my zipper, pulling my cock out freely, the veins pulsing, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Gabriela’s dark eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, her fingers instantly covering my cock, trying to hide it from view. ”W-What are you doing?!” she hissed, her voice shaky, her gaze darting between Diaz—still pretending to be asleep—and me, her mind racing with shame and lust.

I looked at her with feigned innocence, my voice soft, pleading—deceptively vulnerable. ”Auntie...” I murmured, my cock twitching in her hand, throbbing with need. ”It started to hurt...” I let my voice crack, my expression twisting into something pitiful.

”Being so hard like this...” My fingers brushed against hers, guiding her grip tighter around my cock. ”P-Please, Auntie... Help me...”

Gabriela’s cheeks flamed, her dark eyes flickering between my cock—thick, veiny, demanding—and Diaz, still lying helpless just feet away. [O-Oh God...] Her thought was a whimper, her fingers tightening around my cock despite herself. [H-He’s right there—! W-What if he wakes up—?!]

But the red dots flared brighter, the Hand of Arousal pulsing through her, drowning her guilt in a wave of lust. Her pussy dripped, her thighs trembling as she stroked me slowly, her mind spiraling with shame—and desire.

”A-Auntie...” I whispered, my voice breaking, my hips rolling slightly into her touch. ”It hurts so much...” My fingers trailed up her thigh, brushing against the red dot, igniting a whimper from her. ”P-Please... Make it stop...”

Gabriela’s breath hitched, her dark eyes glazing over as the Fiery Eyes intensified the sensation, her body aching for more. [I—I can’t—!] Her thought was desperate, but her hand stroked me faster, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum. [B-But he needs me—...]

And then—

I heard Diaz’s thought, panicked and confused: [W-What are they talking about...?] His mind raced, terrified. [What hurts...?]

A dark grimace spread across my face.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

I pulled Gabriela closer, guiding her to sit on my lap, her back facing Diaz. She let out a soft, needy moan, her body trembling as I opened her robe, exposing her naked skin to the cool air of the room. My cock touched her pussy, pulsing, hard, demanding.

”Aaah... Don’t—...” Gabriela moaned, her voice shaky, her fingers clutching my shoulders, her mind torn between shame and lust.

I gripped her hips, my voice a dark whisper in her ear: ”Auntie, please be quiet...” My lips brushed her neck, my cock pressing against her entrance. ”Otherwise... Brother Diaz... might wake up...”

With a slow, deliberate push, I slid the tip of my cock inside her pussy. Gabriela moaned, ”Aaaaaaaaaah...,” her body arching into me, her fingers digging into my skin. Quickly, she hugged me tightly, biting my lip to cover her moan.

And then—

I slammed my cock inside her pussy—to the base.

”Aaaaaaaaaah—!” Gabriela moaned into my mouth, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me, soaked and tight. Her thighs shaking, her mind drowning in pleasure and shame.

And Diaz—

Opened his eyes.

[W-What the fuck—?!] His thoughts exploded in horror, his mind screaming. [M-Mom... and that Devil—Jack—...] His gaze locked onto Gabriela—his mother—riding me, her back arched, her moans muffled against my lips. [A-Are they having sex...? Right in front of me—?!]

[M-My mother is sitting on top of him—?!] His mind shattered, disgust and rage warring with the sick, twisted arousal I had planted in him. [M-Motherfucker—!]

I grinned internally, my hips rolling up into Gabriela, driving my cock deeper inside her. [Oh, Diaz...] My thought was a purr, dark and possessive. [You wish you could stop this... Don’t you?]

Gabriela’s moans filled the room, muffled against my lips, her body rocking on my cock, her pussy dripping with need. [N-No—!] Her thought was a plea, but her hips rolled harder, her mind drowning in the filthy pleasure of being fucked—right in front of her son.

And Diaz—trapped, broken, helpless—could only watch.