Chapter 2480 - MS 29

"What?" he asked, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"Did you see the mole above her pussy?" I asked calmly.

The words landed like a slap. Fabian froze, his face going from red to pale in an instant. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out at first. The two goons behind me shifted uncomfortably, clearly caught off guard by the intimate, vulgar detail.

"Yeah... a cute little beauty mark, right above her clit. I kissed it the day I took her virginity," I said with a smug smile.

Fabian's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body shaking with barely contained fury.

The public humiliation, combined with this deeply personal revelation, was breaking him in real time. His goons glanced at each other, unsure whether to step in or wait for orders.

"You... you're lying," he finally hissed, but his voice lacked conviction. The look in his eyes told me he knew I was telling the truth.

"She came so hard, moaning my name while I fucked her raw in our principal's office," I said, my voice calm and dominating, each word dripping with deliberate cruelty. "You don't know how tight she was when I stretched her open for the first time."

The words hit him like a gut punch. Fabian's eyes widened, his face turning a deep shade of red as the humiliation sank in. For a second, he looked like he might actually break down in front of me.

Then, in a fit of rage, he threw another punch, this time aimed at my face again.

The blow was weak. His fist connected with my cheek, but there was no real power behind it. It barely stung compared to the first one. I didn't even flinch.

I just smiled wider, blood still dripping from my split lip. "No wonder why she chose me and dumped your sorry ass," I laughed, my voice low and mocking. "You're just a weak bitch who can only play pretend tough with your paid goons and beat someone with their hands tied. She saw right through your small dick energy. Hahahaha."

"You motherfucker!" Fabian yelled, lunging straight at me, his face contorted with pure rage. But then he stopped himself mid-step, breathing heavily, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

I had hit his ego right where it hurt the most, his pride, his manhood, and the illusion that Aria had ever truly belonged to him.

He stood there for a long second, trembling with fury, before finally spitting out the order to his goons.

"Release him."

The two bodyguards immediately let go of my arms, stepping back with reluctant obedience.

"You think I need them to beat you?" he snarled, stepping forward aggressively. "I'll show you who I am!"

He threw another wild punch at my face, this time relying on his own strength.

I caught his fist mid-air with my left hand, stopping it cold. For a split second, shock flashed across his face. Then I drove my right fist hard across his jaw with a sharp, powerful hook.

The punch connected cleanly. Fabian's head snapped to the side with a loud crack, and he stumbled back, nearly losing his balance. Blood immediately started dripping from his split lower lip, staining his crisp white shirt.

"Sir!" one of his bodyguards stepped forward, ready to intervene, but Fabian raised his hand sharply.

"No," he growled, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. He straightened up, breathing heavily, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity even as his ego crumbled.

I stepped closer, towering over him with a cold smile. "Do you think you could beat me without your little support team, huh?" I asked, grabbing a fistful of his perfectly styled hair and yanking his head back roughly. "Without your paid dogs holding me down?"

Before he could respond, I punched him again, harder this time. The blow landed square on his cheek, sending him stumbling backward.

He lost his footing completely and fell hard onto the grass, landing on his back with a dull thud.

As he fell, his shoulder knocked against one of the decorative marble statues in the garden. The heavy piece wobbled for a second before crashing to the ground with a loud, echoing crack that shattered the quiet of the night.

Inside the main hall, the murmurs of conversation suddenly died down. Guests started turning toward the windows, peering out into the dimly lit garden to see what had caused the commotion.

A few people even opened the tall glass doors, stepping onto the terrace with curious and concerned expressions.

Fabian lay on the ground for a moment, breathing heavily, blood trickling from his mouth and a fresh bruise already forming on his cheek. His two bodyguards stood frozen, unsure whether to help him up or wait for orders.

I walked over to Fabian slowly, my footsteps deliberate on the manicured grass. He was still on the ground, trying to push himself up, but I didn't give him the chance.

I dropped down, straddling his waist and pinning him beneath me with my weight. Before he could react, I started punching him, hard, controlled blows that landed with sickening thuds against his face and jaw.

"Say it now, bitch," I growled, my voice low and venomous as I rained down another punch. "You think you're some big shot? You still think you deserve Aria?"

Each hit landed heavier than the last. His head snapped side to side, blood spraying from his split lip and nose.

More guests had started pouring out onto the terrace and into the garden, drawn by the commotion. Elegant women in designer gowns gasped and covered their mouths with their hands, their eyes wide with shock.

Men in tailored suits whispered urgently to each other, some looking excited by the scandal, others visibly uncomfortable. The once-civilized royal banquet had turned into a spectacle, and I was at the center of it, beating the shit out of Aria's ex-fiancé in front of everyone.

Fabian's face was a bloody mess now, his right eye swollen shut, his lip split open, fresh bruises blooming across his cheeks and jaw.

"Alex!" Aria's voice cut through the night as she came running out of the main hall, her pink dress flowing behind her.

She stopped at the edge of the garden, her eyes widening in shock as she saw me on top of Fabian, my fist raised for another punch.

I paused for a second, my chest heaving, blood dripping from my own split lip as I looked at her.

Aria came running toward me the moment she saw what was happening, her pink dress flowing behind her as she pushed through the small crowd that had gathered.

"Alex!" she cried, her voice filled with worry. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up off Fabian, forcing me to stand. Without hesitation, she cupped my face with both hands, her thumbs gently brushing over my split lower lip, which was still bleeding. "What happened? You're bleeding..."

Before I could answer.

"Fabian!" an older man shouted as he rushed over. "What happened, son?" he asked, dropping to his knees to check on him. A woman in an elegant dress hurried behind him, her face filled with shock at the sight of Fabian lying there.

They were probably his parents.

"Who did this to my son?" he spoke up, looking furious, and glared at me as Aria and I stood close to Fabian.

The woman, Fabian's mother, stood frozen for a moment, one hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took in the scene.

Aria stepped forward immediately, positioning herself slightly in front of me.

"I'm sure your son started everything," Aria said, stepping in to defend me. "Let's go, Alex."

Fabian's father stood up, his face red with anger as he turned to the bodyguards. "Why didn't you do anything?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "You're supposed to protect him!"

The bodyguards remained silent, shifting uncomfortably. They couldn't say anything — they had been following Fabian's own orders not to intervene.

Aria grabbed my hand firmly and started pulling me away from the scene, leading me back toward the main hall. We walked past the growing crowd of guests who had come outside to see what the commotion was about.

Many of them whispered among themselves, their eyes following us with a mix of shock, curiosity, and judgment. Some older guests looked disapproving, while a few younger ones seemed almost impressed by the drama.

Aria led me through the main hall and up a grand staircase to the upper floor of the mansion, where a long corridor lined with elegant rooms stretched out before us.

Soon we reached a door at the end of the hallway. Aria opened it and gently led me inside.

"Sit, Alex," she said softly, guiding me to sit on the edge of a large, luxurious bed. It was clearly her room.

The air smelled faintly of her signature perfume, elegant and intoxicating. The lighting was warm and intimate, coming from a bedside lamp and a few soft wall lights, casting a cozy glow over the space.

The bedding was plush and expensive, with personal touches like a few framed photos, a small bookshelf, and fresh flowers on the vanity.

She immediately started rummaging through the drawers of her vanity table, searching for something with focused determination.

"What are you doing?" I asked, reaching out and pulling her back toward me.

She looked incredibly hot tonight in her pink dress, the fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her elegant curves, while the thin straps highlighted her shoulders and collarbone.

I pulled her onto my lap, my hands settling on her waist as I held her close. Even after all the drama downstairs, her presence alone was enough to arouse me again.

"I'm finding the first aid kit, silly. You're bleeding," she replied, her fingers gently touching my split lower lip. The contact stung a little, and I winced.

"Ahhh," I acted like it hurt more than it did, just to see her reaction.

"Sorry," she whispered, her eyes getting a little teary as she looked at me with genuine concern.

She looked so caring and beautiful in that moment, her long black hair slightly tousled, her pink dress slightly disheveled from the earlier commotion, and her cheeks still flushed.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt that much," I said softly, my hands sliding down to feel her curves, squeezing her waist and hips as she sat on my lap.

The warmth of her body, the softness of her thighs pressing against mine, and the way the dress rode up slightly made it hard to focus on anything else.

"I think my mom has a first aid kit in her room. I'll be back," Aria said, standing up from my lap with clear determination.

She was so focused on taking care of me that even when I tried to hold her back for a moment, she gently slipped out of my grasp.

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, leaving me alone in her room.

I stood up from the bed and slowly looked around, taking in the space. Aria's room was beautiful, elegant yet personal, with a feminine touch that perfectly suited her. The walls were a soft cream color, adorned with tasteful artwork and a few framed photographs.

A large canopy bed with luxurious white linens dominated the center, and a vanity table sat against one wall, covered with neatly arranged cosmetics and jewelry. Tall windows overlooked the illuminated gardens, and a small seating area with a plush armchair and bookshelf gave the room a cozy feel.

The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, mixing with the fresh smell of flowers from a vase on the nightstand.

I walked around slowly, admiring the details. I picked up one of the photo frames on her dresser, a picture of a younger Aria smiling brightly with her family.

Suddenly, the lights went out with a sharp electrical pop somewhere in the distance. The entire mansion plunged into darkness.

Downstairs, I heard gasps and surprised murmurs from the guests. The soft classical music that had been playing stopped abruptly, leaving only the low hum of confused voices and shuffling feet. People were whispering urgently, trying to figure out what had happened.

The room was now almost completely dark. I could barely make out the shapes of the furniture around me, the faint moonlight from the windows providing the only illumination.

Then the door to her room opened slowly, and I could make out a feminine figure stepping inside.

I was glad Aria came back, as I really wanted to hold her in my arms. I was getting turned on just by being in her room.

Without saying a word, I moved toward her quickly, turned her around in the darkness, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

Her curvy body pressed flush against mine as I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other slid up to cup her breasts from behind, squeezing them firmly through her dress she.

They felt full and soft in my hands, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch.

"Baby, don't you leave me in the dark like that," I whispered teasingly against her ear, my voice low and rough. "You know I was scared."

"Ahhh..." she moaned softly, the sound low and throaty in the darkness. Her voice sounded incredibly hot like this, breathy, surprised, and laced with sudden arousal.

I slid my hands down to feel her thighs, gripping the soft, thick flesh as I pulled her ass back against my hardening cock. She arched into me instinctively, her body responding even before her mind could catch up.

"Feel how hard I am, baby," I said, placing her hand over my bulge.

"Ahh... please no," she said.

I buried my face in her neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin as my hands explored her curves more boldly, squeezing her breasts again, then sliding down to grip her hips and pull her tighter against me.

The darkness made everything feel more intense, more intimate. I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of her skin, and the way her body molded against mine was driving me crazy.

I pulled her closer in the darkness, my hands roaming over her body with urgent need. "Please listen—" she tried to speak, but her words came out breathy and broken as I felt her curves pressing against me.

"Nothing to listen to," I growled, turning her around roughly so her chest was pressed against mine. I pushed myself firmly against her from the front, my hard cock pressing into her lower belly through her dress, as I slapped her ass with a firm, possessive smack. "You don't know how hot you look tonight."

"Ahhh!" she moaned, the sound sharp and needy as my hand connected with her soft flesh. I could feel her body jolt from the impact, her ass jiggling under my palm.

"Damn... you've gotten thicker than the last time," I said, my voice low and hungry as I grabbed both of her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing the thick, juicy flesh roughly.

My fingers dug deep into the soft curves, spreading them apart as I ground my hard cock against her lower belly, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her.

I could feel her hot breath against my neck as she hid her face in my chest, clearly overwhelmed but not resisting. Her body was trembling slightly, reacting to every rough touch as I continued playing with her ass, kneading and slapping the plump cheeks while my cock throbbed against her.

I slid one hand under the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up slowly until I could reach her panties.

I slipped two fingers beneath the thin fabric and felt how incredibly wet she was, her pussy lips were swollen and slick, dripping with arousal as I ran my fingers along her slit.

"You are so wet, Aria," I whispered, my voice thick with lust as I pushed my fingers deeper, sliding them into her warm, soft pussy.

She was soaking, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I slowly pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet sound, her slick juices coating them as I quickly opened my pants.

I unbuttoned them and yanked the zipper down just enough to free my cock, letting the heavy, throbbing shaft spring out into the darkness.

I couldn't see how much precum was leaking from the swollen head, but I could feel it, the warm, sticky fluid already dripping down the underside of my cock from how turned on I was.

"Feel it, babe," I said, my voice rough with lust as I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my thick cock.

Her touch was different at first, hesitant, almost careful, like she was scared to handle something so big and hard. Her palm was warm and soft, trembling slightly as she gripped me, exploring the girth and heat with tentative strokes.

Then, as if gaining confidence, she started feeling it with more care, her fingers sliding slowly up and down the veiny length, tracing every ridge and pulsing vein.

Her breathing grew ragged in the darkness, quick and shallow, as she took her time to handle my cock like it was something precious and dangerous at the same time.

"Oh, baby... your hand feels so good," I groaned, my head tilting back slightly as her touch sent waves of pleasure through me.

I moved my hands up to her shoulders, my fingers playing with the thin straps of her dress, slowly sliding them down her smooth skin, teasing the fabric lower as I felt her body tremble under my touch.

"I shouldn't be doing this..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, shaky with hesitation and guilt. She slowly moved her hand away from my cock, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary before pulling back completely.

I pulled her hand back firmly and placed it on my cock again, wrapping her fingers around my thick, throbbing shaft. "What's wrong, Aria?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I pressed her palm against my hardness.

Suddenly, the lights came back on with a soft electrical hum.

And it wasn't Aria standing in front of me.

It was her mother — Lady Emilia.

The same elegant, voluptuous woman who had caught me earlier that day in the fitting room of her boutique, buried deep inside one of her employees.

She was holding my cock when the lights came on. Her elegant red dress had its thin straps lowered slightly down her shoulders, not quite revealing her breasts but showing a dangerous amount of deep, creamy cleavage.

Her long black hair was slightly tousled, and her beautiful, mature face was frozen in complete shock. Her hand was still wrapped around my thick, veiny cock, warm, soft, and trembling as she realized what she was touching.

For a long second, neither of us moved. Lady Emilia's eyes widened in horror and disbelief as she recognized me.

The same young man she had seen ruthlessly fucking one of her boutique employees just hours earlier was now standing in her daughter's bedroom, half-naked, with his massive, throbbing cock in her hand.

Her fingers stayed wrapped around my girth for another heartbeat, as if her body hadn't caught up with her mind yet. My cock twitched visibly in her palm, still rock-hard and leaking precum from the earlier teasing.

I didn't move either. I just stood there, looking down at her, this stunning, powerful older woman, Aria's mother, her hourglass figure even more impressive up close.

Damn, she's hot, I thought as I stared at her voluptuous figure.

The red dress clung to her curves like it was painted on, highlighting her narrow waist, wide hips, and those massive, heaving breasts. The thin straps had slipped dangerously low, barely holding on as her chest rose and fell.

Lady Emilia finally snapped out of her shock. She yanked her hand back as if she had touched fire, her palm still tingling from the heat and thickness of my cock.

She took a small, stumbling step backward, her eyes darting from my exposed, throbbing erection up to my face, then back down again in disbelief.

"You..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with disbelief. "It's you."

I thought you were Aria," I said, my voice low and stunned as I stood there with my pants still open.

Lady Emilia's eyes widened further as recognition hit her fully. "You were in the boutique today," she said, her tone sharp with disbelief.

Her gaze flicked down to my exposed cock once more — thick, veiny, and still rock-hard — before snapping back up to my face. She couldn't seem to look away for long, her cheeks burning with a deep, humiliated flush.

I couldn't say anything. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

"How are you here?" she demanded, her voice a mix of shock and growing anger. "How do you know Aria?" Her eyes kept darting back to my cock, unable to fully ignore the massive, throbbing erection just inches from her body, before forcing themselves back to my face.

Before I could even begin to answer, we both heard footsteps outside the room, someone walking down the hallway toward us.

I moved quickly, stuffing my still-hard cock back into my pants and zipping up as fast as I could. Lady Emilia adjusted her dress straps with hurried hands, pulling them back up over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her massive cleavage, trying to regain some composure.

Her face was still flushed, her breathing uneven.

This time, the door opened, and Aria stepped inside.

"Alex, I found the—" she started, holding up a small first aid kit, but she stopped mid-sentence the moment she saw her mother standing in her bedroom with me.

"Mom... what are you doing here?" Aria asked, her eyes darting between us in confusion. She pushed a strand of her long black hair behind her ear, clearly trying to process the scene.

Her gaze lingered on my slightly disheveled appearance, then on her mother's flushed face and hastily adjusted dress.

Aria's eyes narrowed slightly as she took another step inside, closing the door behind her. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice cautious.

The royal banquet was still going on downstairs, but up here, the real drama was unfolding in her own bedroom.

Lady Emilia finally spoke, her voice tight and controlled, though her cheeks were still burning. "I came to check on you after the lights went out," she said.

"Oh, and I went to your room to find the first aid kit. Alex hurt himself," Aria said as she walked back into the room, holding the small kit in her hands.

She gently guided me to sit on the edge of her bed, her touch soft and caring, completely unaware of what had just happened in the darkness moments ago.

"So this is Alex?" Lady Emilia said, her voice carefully controlled, though there was a slight edge to it. She spoke as if she knew the name but not the man standing in front of her, or at least, not fully.

"Yeah, Mom. I was going to introduce you both properly, not like this, but... anyway," Aria said with a small, awkward smile. "Alex, this is my mom. And Mom, you know—Alex and I are dating."

So she had told her mom already that we were dating.

"Nice to meet you, Ma'am," I said politely, keeping my tone steady as Aria opened the first aid kit and began tending to the cut on my lower lip.

She dabbed it gently with an antiseptic wipe, her face close to mine, focused entirely on taking care of me.

Lady Emilia simply nodded, her expression composed on the surface, but I could see the storm behind her eyes.

She was still trying to process what had just happened only minutes earlier in the dark, how I had played with her thick curves, how her hand had been wrapped around my thick, hard cock, and how my fingers had slid inside her wet, aroused pussy.

The memory was clearly burning in her mind. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and the way she shifted her weight slightly told me her body hadn't fully calmed down from the unexpected arousal.

Her elegant red dress was still slightly disheveled, the thin straps sitting a little lower on her shoulders than they should have been.

Aria remained completely oblivious, gently blowing on the cut on my lip to soothe the sting. "There... that should help," she murmured, her fingers lingering on my jaw for a second longer than necessary.

I didn't know if Emilia would tell her daughter that I was a horny young man who she had found fucking her employee earlier that day, and if she would tell her that I was ready to fuck her mother in the dark if the lights hadn't come on.

"How did you hurt yourself?" Lady Emilia asked me, her voice calm but with a sharp undertone as she stood a few feet away, her arms crossed under her heavy breasts.

"Well—" I tried to speak, but Aria cut in smoothly.

"He got into a fight with Fabian," Aria said, her tone matter-of-fact, though there was a hint of pride in her voice.

"Why?" Emilia asked, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at me more closely.

"I think it was just some male ego thing, right, Alex?" Aria said with a small smile, she loved how ruthless I was, the way I had beaten the shit out of Fabian without hesitation. It clearly turned her on.

She slid her hand up my thigh, caressing it slowly and possessively, not caring in the slightest that her mother was standing right there in the room with them.

Emilia noticed immediately how her daughter was getting aroused around me, the way Aria's fingers traced my thigh, the flush on her cheeks, the way she leaned into me.

Emilia's gaze flicked down to her daughter's hand, then back up to my face, her expression unreadable but her body language tense.

She took a slow step closer, her elegant red dress swaying with her movement, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous figure as she approached the bed where I was sitting.

"Are you okay?" Emilia asked, her voice softer now, almost concerned. "Should we call our family doctor?"

The way she walked, graceful yet sensual, her wide hips swaying and her massive ass moving with each step, made my cock twitch again in my pants.

Even after everything that had just happened in the dark, the sight of Aria's mother, this powerful, curvaceous older woman, made me want to bury my cock deep inside her.

"My God, that looks like it hurts," Emilia said as she looked at my lower lip.

Aria continued moving her fingers on my thighs, completely unaware of the charged tension between her mother and me.

Emilia stood close now, her eyes flicking between my face and the obvious bulge in my pants that she had been holding just minutes ago.

The memory of her soft hand wrapped around my cock, and my fingers sliding into her wet pussy in the darkness, hung heavy in the air between us.

I reached out and placed my hand over Aria's, the one that was resting on my thigh, gently interlacing our fingers. "It's okay," I said, my voice calm and reassuring. "Aria really made the pain go away."

"Yeah, Mom, it's okay now," Aria added quickly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she smiled up at me. "No need to call the doctor."

Lady Emilia stood a few feet away, her posture still composed but her eyes betraying her. "If you say so," she replied, her tone measured and polite.

Yet her gaze kept drifting downward, lingering for a brief second on the obvious bulge in my pants before she forced it back up to my face.

She was clearly still processing everything that had happened in the darkness just minutes ago, how her hand had been wrapped around my thick, hard cock, how my fingers had slid into her wet pussy, and how close we had come to crossing a dangerous line.

She was scared to hold my massive cock at first in the dark, of course she would be.

Lady Emilia was the picture of a prim and proper MILF, elegant, sophisticated, and refined in every way, with the poised demeanor of a woman who had spent her life in high society, surrounded by luxury and decorum.

She didn't look like the kind of woman who had ever experienced any roughness on her juicy, thick body, her figure was full and voluptuous, with heavy breasts, a soft waist, and wide, fertile hips that spoke of hidden sensuality, but her appearance suggested she had always been handled with care, never truly ravished or claimed in a raw, animalistic way.

The more I looked at her curves, the harder it became to think about anything else. My cock twitched visibly in my pants, still hard from the earlier encounter in the dark.

"Let's go, Alex. We should enjoy the party," Aria said, standing up from bed with a bright smile. She straightened her pink dress.

"Yeah, let's go," I replied, standing up beside her and adjusting my suit jacket to hide the lingering bulge. I gave Lady Emilia a polite nod, trying to act normal despite the charged tension between us.

Emilia didn't say anything more. She simply watched us leave, her eyes following me with a complex mix of shock, lingering arousal, and quiet disapproval.

Aria and I walked out of the room and back toward the grand staircase that led down to the main hall. She slipped her arm through mine with effortless grace, holding onto me like we were the alpha couple of the night.

Many guests turned their heads as we made our way down. Whispers rippled through the crowd like a wave. We looked perfect together, me in my sharp charcoal grey suit, tall and composed, and Aria in her stunning pink dress, elegant and glowing like a princess.

Some rich guys, entitled types who had probably been hoping to marry into her family, stared at us with open envy, their jaws tight and eyes narrowed.

Others whispered behind their champagne flutes, the rumors from the garden fight with Fabian already spreading like wildfire through the elite circle.

"Let's drink something, Alex," Aria said with a bright smile, gently tugging me toward the luxurious bar set up in one corner of the grand hall.

She moved ahead slightly to speak with the bartender, ordering some special drink for us.

I stood back for a moment, taking in the opulent scene around me. The mansion's main hall was alive with soft music, glittering chandeliers, and elegantly dressed guests laughing and mingling.

But I could feel the eyes on me.

Then my gaze landed on a guy lounging on a luxurious sofa near the bar, a low glass table set at the center of the seating area, surrounded by couches on all sides.

He was being too loud, barking his opinions with exaggerated confidence, clearly drunk on both alcohol and his own ego. A group of attractive girls surrounded him on every side, laughing exaggeratedly at everything he said, stroking his ego like it was their full-time job.

I moved to take a proper look at his face, and I realized it was the same douchebag from the beach, the arrogant prick who had tried to buy Brittany and Gloria with his money and flashy attitude. It was the same motherfucker.

As I was looking at him, he looked back at me and stood up immediately, his face twisting with instant recognition and rage.

"What the hell are you doing here, peasant?" he said loudly, walking straight toward me with his paid harem, just like on the beach.

Aria came to my side at that exact moment, holding two elegant glasses of drinks. She stepped in smoothly, her voice calm but carrying a clear edge of authority. "Reggie, is that a way to talk to a guest? Just take your girls to the other bar."

"Wait... you know this motherfucker?" I asked Aria, genuinely surprised. It seemed like they knew each other very well.

Aria looked at me, clearly confused as to why I had asked that question. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was about to say something when —

"Alex?"

The voice cut through the noise of the banquet hall. I was genuinely surprised, someone here actually knew my name. I turned toward the source of the voice.

It was Olivia.

She stood a short distance away, looking stunning in a grey dress with thin straps that matched her hair, hugging her mature, curvaceous figure.

Olivia approached us with a surprised expression, her eyes widening as she recognized me.

"Alex? What are you doing here?" Olivia asked, her voice a mix of genuine surprise and something warmer, more intimate.

"Olivia?" I asked, surprised to see her after so long. Yeah, it was a royal party, and Olivia was a royal GILF, but I hadn't expected her to be here. I never thought I'd run into her like this.

"Alex, you know my grandma?" Aria asked, looking between the two of us with clear confusion. She noticed how we were staring at each other, the familiarity obvious in our expressions.

"She's your grandma?" I asked, the pieces clicking together in my head. The night had already been full of surprises—first the fight between Fabian and me over Aria, then me groping Emilia's curves in the dark, but this one hit different.

I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Aria, baby, you know Alex?" Olivia asked, her tone genuinely curious as she looked at us. She noticed how Aria was holding two glasses from the bar and how closely we were standing together.

"Yes, Grandma," Aria explained with a bright, proud smile. "I wanted to tell everyone today — only Mom knew — that Alex and I have been dating."

"You what?" Olivia asked, her voice barely hiding her shock. She couldn't believe her own granddaughter was dating the same guy who had fucked her every hole at the beach like an animal.

The memory of the beach clearly flashed through her mind, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tried to maintain her composure in front of her granddaughter.

The tension between the three of us was immediate and thick. Aria stood there innocently, holding two glasses, completely unaware of the history between Olivia and me. Olivia, on the other hand, was struggling to process the situation, her eyes flicking between her granddaughter and me with a mix of disbelief, jealousy, and lingering arousal.

Aria looked at both of us, sensing something was off but not quite understanding what. "Grandma... you two know each other?" she asked.

Before Olivia could answer, I turned to Reggie with a shocked expression and asked, "So this means this motherfucker is your brother?"

Aria let out a small, awkward laugh and shook her head. "Yes—I mean, he's my cousin. He's my uncle's son—my father's elder brother's child. He's younger than me."

That was kind of a relief, though. I didn't want this stupid fucker to be my brother-in-law if I ever got married Aria. The thought of having to deal with Reggie at family gatherings made my skin crawl.

"But how do you two know each other?" Aria asked, still confused, her eyes darting between Olivia and me. She clearly didn't understand how I could possibly know her grandmother.

"Well, you know that beach trip I went on with the residents from my building?" I asked Aria, keeping my tone casual.

"Yeah," she replied, nodding slowly.

"We met on the beach," I said simply, leaving it at that for now.

"So you're dating my granddaughter?" Olivia said, her voice laced with genuine surprise and disbelief.

She couldn't quite believe it. She knew my tastes well, she had seen firsthand how I was drawn to mature, thick, older, experienced women with full, fertile bodies and soft, motherly curves.

She knew all the MILFs from my harem, except Brittany and Olivia, who were older.

The idea that I was seriously involved with a younger woman like Aria seemed to throw her off balance, as if it went against everything she thought she knew about me.

"Yeah," I replied calmly. "We started dating before I went to the beach."

"Yeah, Grandma. Alex is so sweet," Aria said warmly, handing me one of the glasses she had brought from the bar while holding my hand with her free one. She leaned into me slightly, clearly proud to show me off.

"Grandma, kick this peasant out," Reggie suddenly spoke up, his voice loud and bitter. "He stole those two thick girls from me at the beach!"

"Shut up, Reggie," Olivia snapped, visibly annoyed by her grandson's outburst. She shot him a sharp, warning look that made him quiet down immediately.

"What is he talking about?" Aria asked me, her brow furrowed in confusion. She clearly couldn't comprehend what her cousin meant by that accusation.

"Nothing, babe. He's stupid," I said casually, squeezing her hand. "He was harassing two girls on the beach. I stepped in and stopped his shenanigans. That's why he's so salty. You can ask your grandma — she was there."

"Don't give importance to him, Aria," Olivia said calmly but firmly, her voice carrying the natural authority of someone used to being obeyed. She turned her sharp gaze toward her grandson. "And Reggie, if you don't behave, I'll have my butler lock you up in your room. So be good and go play with your girls somewhere else."

"But Grandma—" Reggie tried to protest, his face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

"Just go," Olivia said, her tone leaving no room for argument. It was the voice of a woman who had ruled her family with quiet but absolute power for decades.

Reggie stood there for a second longer, his jaw clenched and his fists tight at his sides, clearly unsure what to do.

Finally, with a frustrated huff, Reggie turned on his heel and stormed off, his paid harem of girls trailing after him like obedient accessories.

They grabbed their drinks and glasses from the table and quickly disappeared into the crowd, heading toward another part of the grand hall to avoid further humiliation.

The tension in our small group eased slightly as they left. Olivia let out a soft sigh, her elegant posture relaxing just a fraction as she turned back to us.

Olivia shifted her weight slightly.

The movement was small but deliberate, making her curves jiggle just enough to draw my eyes and remind me why I had been so tempted by her at the beach.

She wanted me to rethink my choices, even for a brief second, as the raw, mature allure of her voluptuous figure pulled at something primal inside me.

Olivia gave me a long, measured look, her expression unreadable. "Well then," she said smoothly, composing herself. "It seems we have a lot to talk about, don't we, Alex?"

"Grandma, don't you approve of Alex?" Aria asked, noticing how Olivia kept staring at me with an unreadable intensity.

"It's not that, honey," Olivia replied smoothly, though her voice carried a subtle edge. "I would have been glad if you had told me before."

She looked really jealous, the way her granddaughter was clinging to me so openly, pressing her body against mine with clear affection.

Both Olivia and I remembered the intimate night we had spent together at the beach house, how I had taken her raw all night long, how I had made her moan like a whore, and how I had played with her saggy, mature curves without mercy.

The memory hung between us like a heavy secret, thick with tension and unspoken desire.

I could see the possessiveness burning in Olivia's eyes, but she couldn't say anything. Not here. Not in front of her granddaughter.

"Alex, you remember I showed you my family pictures at my beach stilt house, right?" Olivia said, putting her arms under her heavy breasts and subtly pushing them up, making them look even more massive and inviting. "You didn't even tell me then that you were dating my granddaughter. She was in the pictures on the shelf."

"Yeah, I couldn't take a good look at the pictures," I said, taking a sip from my glass to hide my smirk.

I was too busy focusing on Olivia's ass when she was showing me those pictures, how could I have seen anyone else? And even if I had seen Aria in them, it wouldn't have mattered. I was lost in her grandmother's curves at the time.

The tension between the three of us was thick and electric. Aria stood there innocently, holding my arm and smiling, completely unaware of the history between Olivia and me.

Olivia, on the other hand, was struggling to maintain her composure, her cheeks faintly flushed, her eyes flicking between her granddaughter and me with a mix of jealousy, shock, and lingering arousal.

She knew exactly what I had done to her that night at the beach, and now here I was, standing beside her granddaughter as her chosen boyfriend.

Olivia looked at my lip with genuine concern. "Are you bleeding, Alex?" she asked, immediately stepping closer.

Without hesitation, she reached out and gently touched my lower lip with her thumb, her soft, warm fingers brushing against the cut. The intimate gesture felt surprisingly tender coming from her.

"It's okay, Grandma. I already tended to his wound," Aria said, her voice carrying a hint of discomfort.

She shifted slightly beside me, clearly unsettled by how openly her grandmother was touching me and showing such direct care. Aria's hand tightened on my arm, a subtle but possessive gesture.

"How did you get this?" Olivia asked, her fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary on my lip, her eyes searching mine with a mix of worry and something deeper.

"Oh, I had a fight with Aria's ex-fiancé," I replied casually, trying to keep my tone light.

The moment Olivia touched me, my cock twitched hard in my pants. The night was already getting hotter, first fondling Aria's mother in the dark earlier, and now her grandmother showing this kind of intimate attention.

The tension was building in ways I hadn't expected.

"Did you break up with Fabian, Aria?" Olivia asked, turning her gaze to her granddaughter, genuinely curious.

"Yeah, Grandma," Aria said, looking down for a moment. "I just didn't want to be with him anymore."

"I knew he wasn't perfect for you," Olivia said, nodding approvingly. "Anyway, I'll talk with his parents if they cause any trouble."

As we were all talking, a small group of elegantly dressed guests approached us and started engaging Olivia in conversation, clearly seeking her attention as one of the hosts of the evening.

"Excuse me," Olivia said politely to us, turning to attend to the guests. Even as she spoke with them, her eyes kept drifting back to me, lingering with a mix of shock, curiosity, and something darker she couldn't quite hide.

Her duties as the lady of the house demanded her attention tonight, but it was obvious her mind was elsewhere.

"Alex, let's go. I'll introduce you to some of my friends," Aria said, taking my hand and gently pulling me away from the group.

She led me across the grand hall toward a lively cluster of girls who were standing near one of the ornate bars, laughing and sipping colorful cocktails.

"Hey, girls," Aria greeted them with a bright smile as we approached.

The group immediately perked up. The four young women, all dressed in expensive, fashionable evening gowns, stood up and hugged Aria warmly, exchanging quick kisses on the cheeks. Then their eyes turned to me, scanning me with open curiosity and appreciation.

"Wouldn't you introduce us to this handsome fella?" one of them said, a tall brunette with sharp features and a teasing smile. She stepped closer, her eyes roaming over me boldly.

"Yeah, we all watched that ruckus outside," another added, a curvy redhead with a playful grin. "You showed no mercy to Fabian. It was kind of hot, honestly." She came even closer and casually touched my arm, her fingers lingering as she bit her lower lip suggestively.

"Hey, keep your hands off," Aria said quickly, her tone possessive as she pulled me closer to her side. "Alex and I are dating." She gave the girls a firm look before softening into a smile. "Alex, these are my friends."

Aria's friends giggled at the exchange, but the brunette wasn't done teasing. She leaned in with a mischievous grin and said, "Aria, won't you share him just like we used to share our toys since we were kids?"

"You wish," Aria replied with a bright, possessive smile, pulling me even closer to her side as if to make her claim crystal clear.

Her friends laughed, some of them shooting me appreciative glances, but none dared push further.

-x-X-x-

We stayed with the group for some time, chatting and drinking.

The conversation flowed easily, light gossip about other guests, jokes about the dramatic scene with Fabian earlier, and playful teasing directed at me. Aria kept me close the entire time, her arm linked with mine, her body subtly pressed against me as we sipped our drinks.

The alcohol and the elegant atmosphere loosened everyone up, but I could feel the eyes of the room still occasionally drifting toward us, the rumors about the garden fight and Aria's very public breakup spreading like wildfire.

Eventually, Aria and I slipped away from the group and settled on a luxurious couch in a slightly quieter corner of the grand hall, away from the thickest part of the crowd.

I stretched my arm along the backrest of the couch, letting out a tired sigh as Aria leaned into me, resting her head comfortably on my shoulder.

"I didn't know royal parties could be this tiring," I said, my fingers idly playing with a strand of her long black hair.

"If you're tired, we could always go back to my room," Aria whispered seductively, her finger tracing slow, lazy circles on my chest over the fabric of my shirt.

She gradually moved higher, brushing over my nipple, her touch light but clearly intentional.

Suddenly, Lady Emilia appeared, holding a glass of champagne in her hand. She gracefully sat down on the couch right next to us.

Her elegant red dress shifted as she settled in, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous figure and highlighting her massive breasts and wide hips.

"Why aren't you two dancing?" Emilia asked, taking a slow sip from her glass as she looked at us with a calm, almost probing expression.

"Nah, I'm not really the dancing type," I replied, leaning back slightly on the couch.

Emilia tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Aria, did you give Alex a proper tour of our house yet?"

"I will, Mom," Aria said quickly, glancing at me with a small, excited smile. She turned to me, her hand resting on my thigh. "Alex, if you're tired, we could go to our Jacuzzi. It's great for relieving tiredness, it's really big and private."

"Yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion.

"Yeah, why don't we go?" Aria said, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "It's so good... and big."

We were about to stand up and head there when a butler in a crisp black uniform approached us, moving with quiet urgency through the crowd.

"Miss Aria," he said politely, bowing slightly. "Your grandmother requested your presence in the main receiving hall. There are some guests she would like you to greet."

Aria let out a small, frustrated sigh, clearly disappointed at the interruption. She looked at me apologetically. "It's like every time we have a party, Grandma wants to introduce me."

"Why does she want to introduce you to guests?" I asked, genuinely curious about the sudden interruption.

"You know I'm the oldest heir of our family," Aria explained, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance. "Grandma says I need to be known by our guests and our clients. It's gonna be so tiring and take a long time. I just wanted to dip in the Jacuzzi right now with you."

"Hey, I'll wait for you there," I said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You go. If it wasn't important, Olivia wouldn't ask you to."

"You sure?" Aria asked, searching my eyes with a small, hopeful smile.

"Yeah, I'll be at the Jacuzzi waiting for you," I replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly.

Aria glanced at the butler who had delivered the message and asked politely, "Can you please show Alex to the jacuzzi?"

"Of course, Miss," the butler replied with a respectful bow.

Aria gave me one last lingering look, her hand squeezing mine gently before she turned and disappeared back into the crowd, heading toward whatever family obligations her grandmother had arranged.

The moment she left, the atmosphere around the couch shifted noticeably.

Now it was just me, the butler, and Lady Emilia. She sat there elegantly, her legs crossed, the red dress hugging her voluptuous figure as she held her champagne glass with poise.

We hadn't resolved the misunderstanding from earlier, the charged, forbidden moment in the dark when her hand had been wrapped around my cock and my fingers had been deep inside her.

Neither of us brought it up.

"I'll be going then," I said, standing up and adjusting my suit jacket.

Emilia simply nodded, her sharp, beautiful eyes following me as I turned to leave with the butler. There was something unreadable in her gaze.

The butler led me through the grand hall and up the wide, sweeping marble staircase to the upper floors.

The mansion was even more impressive up close, crystal chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, intricate gold leaf detailing on the walls, and priceless artwork lining the corridors.

We walked down a long hallway until we reached a corner room. The butler opened the heavy wooden door with a quiet click and stepped aside.

It was a truly luxurious space. The room was large and opulent, with soft ambient lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the illuminated gardens, and a massive jacuzzi built into a raised platform in the center.

The jacuzzi itself was enormous, easily big enough for several people, with bubbling water already heated and ready, surrounded by smooth marble and comfortable seating.

Plush towels, robes, and chilled bottles of champagne were arranged neatly on a side table, completing the private, indulgent atmosphere.

The butler gave a small bow.

He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the lavish room.

I quickly removed my clothes and stepped into the jacuzzi completely naked. The warm, bubbling water felt luxurious against my skin as I sank in, spreading my arms along the wide marble edge and leaning my head back with a deep, satisfied sigh.

The jets massaged my tired muscles, and for a few peaceful minutes, I let the tension of the chaotic night melt away.

I looked down. My cock was still half-hard, twitching occasionally in the water as memories of the evening flashed through my mind, the raw encounters with Tiffany and Autumn and the charged tension with Lady Emilia in the dark.

"Calm down, buddy," I muttered to myself with a small smirk. "Aria will join us soon."

Then, suddenly, the door to the room opened.

I assumed Aria had come early to surprise me.

But it wasn't Aria.

It was her mother — Lady Emilia.

Emilia opened the door and stopped for a second before entering slowly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

She was no longer wearing her elegant red dress. Instead, she stood in the doorway wearing only a luxurious white bathrobe that clung to her voluptuous figure.

The robe was tied loosely at the waist, the fabric slightly parted at the top to reveal a generous amount of deep, creamy cleavage. Her long black hair was let down, cascading over one shoulder, and her beautiful, mature face carried a mix of hesitation and something darker, the same conflicted look she had after the lights came on earlier.

Emilia closed the door behind her with a soft click and stood there for a moment, her eyes slowly traveling over my naked body in the jacuzzi.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Emilia said, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she stood in the doorway. She was clearly acting, putting on an exaggerated look of surprise and embarrassment, even though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I thought you and Aria would be... done by now."

She bit her lower lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other, pretending to be flustered.

The way she clutched the front of her bathrobe and avoided direct eye contact was almost theatrical, like she was playing the part of the shy girl who had accidentally walked in.

"I was still waiting for Aria," I replied calmly, my eyes slowly tracing over her figure. "She hasn't come yet."

"Oh..." Emilia murmured, still acting hesitant. She slid one arm underneath her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly as she adjusted her robe, making her cleavage even more prominent. "I was so tired after today... I really wanted to use the jacuzzi. Maybe I should come back later?"

She said the words, but her body language betrayed her. Her eyes kept flicking between my face and the churning water, clearly tempted.

I leaned back comfortably against the smooth marble edge of the jacuzzi, the warm water swirling around me, and gave her a knowing smile.

"If you don't mind sharing, you can join me. There's plenty of room."

Emilia bit her lower lip, hesitating for just a second. The blush on her cheeks deepened, but after a brief internal struggle, she stepped further into the room. Her bare feet padded softly against the tiled floor as she approached the edge of the jacuzzi.

"Are you sure?" she asked sweetly, her fingers toying with the belt of her robe. "I wouldn't want to intrude if you're still waiting for Aria..."

"I don't know when Aria will come," I said, my eyes never leaving her. "To be honest, I was getting bored sitting here all alone."

The way her milky body looked in that loosely tied bathrobe was driving me crazy. Her full breasts strained against the soft fabric, and the hem barely reached the top of her smooth thighs. There was no way in hell I was letting her leave now.

"Please join me," I added, my voice low and inviting as I gestured with my hand toward the bubbling jacuzzi.

Emilia's lips curved into a shy little smile. "If you say so..." she whispered, still pretending to be hesitant, though the playful glint in her eyes told a different story.

She slowly reached down and untied the belt of her bathrobe. The knot slipped open easily, and she made no effort to catch the falling fabric. With a graceful shrug of her shoulders, she let the white robe slide down her arms. It glided over her smooth skin and pooled silently around her feet on the tiled floor.

She stood completely naked in front of me.

The royal banquet was still going on downstairs, full of music, laughter, and high-society guests, but up here in this private room, the atmosphere had become dangerously intimate.

Lady Emilia — Aria's mother, the same powerful, elegant woman who had caught me in a compromising position earlier that day, was now standing in front of me wearing nothing, her eyes unable to fully look away from my exposed body.

Her large, milky breasts were fully revealed, heavy, round, and perfectly shaped, with soft pink nipples already slightly hardened from the warm, steamy air.

Her waist curved beautifully into wide, feminine hips, and between her thighs sat a neatly trimmed little bush of dark hair above her smooth, puffy pussy lips. The sight of her bare body made my breath catch.

I was genuinely shocked. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even panties. She had come to the jacuzzi fully prepared, clearly hoping this exact situation would happen.

The realization sent a rush of heat through me.

Emilia stood there for a moment, letting me drink in the sight of her naked body.

I sat there openly admiring her naked body, my eyes roaming without shame, from her heavy, milky breasts down to the soft curve of her belly and the neatly trimmed little bush above her pussy. The warm steam from the jacuzzi swirled around us as I drank in every inch of her.

Emilia blushed furiously under my intense gaze. She quickly brought one arm up to cover her breasts, hiding her stiff pink nipples, while her other hand shyly dropped between her thighs to cover her pussy.

She stood there, pretending to be embarrassed, even though her body was clearly reacting with arousal.

"I'm sorry... you have to look at an older woman's body like this," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of shyness and playful self-consciousness.

She shifted slightly, as if she wanted to hide herself more, but the way her fingers pressed against her soft flesh only made the sight more enticing.

"Don't think like that," I said, my voice low and hungry. "You look incredible, Emilia. Seriously... you're stunning. Please, come in."

Emilia's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at my direct compliment, but I could see the pleased sparkle in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, still pretending to be shy as she kept one arm over her breasts and one hand between her thighs.

I shifted to the side in the jacuzzi and reached my hand out toward her. "Come on," I encouraged softly.

Emilia hesitated for a moment longer, still covering herself with her arms, the blush on her cheeks spreading down to her chest. Then she gave a small, shy smile and stepped closer.

Emilia took my hand, her fingers warm and slightly trembling with excitement.

As she lifted one leg over the edge of the jacuzzi, her thigh flexed beautifully, giving me a clear view of her pussy for a brief second before she carefully lowered her foot into the hot, bubbling water.

Her breasts jiggled slightly with the movement, the arm covering them struggling to contain their fullness.

She gasped softly as the warm water touched her skin. "It's so hot..." she whispered, slowly bringing her other leg in. With my help, she lowered herself into the jacuzzi, the water rising up around her thighs, then her hips, and finally caressing her breasts as she settled in.

Once she was fully inside the jacuzzi, Emilia moved closer and settled directly in front of me, facing me. Her body was barely a foot away, the bubbling water lapping just below her heavy breasts.

"It's nice, right?" I asked, looking straight at her with a relaxed smile.

"Yeah..." Emilia replied with a soft, genuine smile. The warm water seemed to relax her quickly. She started to open up, her posture becoming less guarded as she leaned back slightly, letting her arms rest on the edges of the jacuzzi.

"I shouldn't stay long," she said after a moment, glancing toward the door with a hint of nervousness. "Aria could come any moment now..."

"Don't worry about it," I said calmly, my eyes locked on her. "Stay and enjoy as long as you want. Aria will understand."

Emilia smiled softly, looking relieved. She cupped some hot water in her hands and slowly poured it over her chest.

The water cascaded down in shiny rivulets over her large, milky breasts, making them glisten under the soft lights. Her skin had taken on a beautiful rosy-pink shade from the heat, and her nipples were visibly hard, standing out proudly as the warm water trickled over them.

"Aria really has changed after meeting you, Alex," she said, her voice gentle but sincere as she continued pouring water over her curves. "I've never seen her like this before."

"Do you really think so?" I asked, genuinely pleased, while thoroughly enjoying the incredible view right in front of me.

"Yeah," Emilia nodded, now looking directly at me. Her eyes slowly traced over my chest and shoulders, clearly admiring what she saw. "She's talked about you nonstop for the past couple of days. It's actually really sweet how much she likes you."

I smiled, my gaze still drinking in every inch of her mature, voluptuous body. "Yeah... she's so cute. She definitely takes after you."

Emilia's eyes sparkled at the compliment. She was clearly an older, more mature version of Aria — the same beautiful face and soft features, but with thicker, fuller curves. Her breasts were noticeably larger and heavier, her hips wider, and her thighs plush and soft.

"Oh, you really know how to make a lady happy," she said, blushing deeply again.

A shy but flattered smile played on her lips as she looked down for a moment, the warm water still gently lapping against her glistening chest.

I kept my eyes on her, the warm water bubbling between us, and decided to address the elephant in the room.

"And what happened in the dark earlier..." I said, my voice low and intimate, "I really thought you were Aria."

I watched her reaction closely as I brought up how I had groped her heavy breasts and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy in the darkness, mistaking her for her daughter.

"Oh..." Emilia blushed intensely, looking down into the churning water. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink that spread all the way to her chest. "Yeah, I know... you even called me Aria," she murmured, clearly embarrassed but unable to hide the small, nervous smile tugging at her lips.

Even though she knew it was a mistake, I remembered how her body had reacted. She had been soaking wet the moment I touched her.

Her pussy had clenched around my fingers, hot and slippery, and her nipples had hardened instantly as I fondled her curves in the dark. She had been undeniably aroused.

Emilia shifted slightly in front of me. She poured another handful of water over her breasts, as if trying to cool herself down, but it only made her glistening milky skin look even more tempting.

"But I saw you with that employee of the boutique in the fitting room," she added suddenly, her voice dropping as the memory came back to her. Her eyes met mine again, a mix of jealousy, curiosity, and excitement flickering in them.

She clearly remembered walking in and seeing me fucking her employee hard, taking the woman's ass raw in one of the trial rooms of her own boutique.

"Yeah, I know you saw me," I admitted, leaning forward a little closer to her in the jacuzzi. The steam rose between our bodies as I continued, "But..."

"But what?" Emilia asked, her voice soft and curious. Her eyes flicked downward, unable to resist glancing at my cock beneath the bubbling water.

She had seen exactly how massive it was when she caught me fucking Tracy hard in the fitting room of her boutique, pounding her employee's tight ass without mercy.

And she had felt it herself in the dark earlier, when her hand had wrapped around my thick shaft while I fingered her.

She still couldn't forget how heavy and hot it felt in her palm. Even now, she struggled to control her gaze. Her eyes kept drifting back to it under the rippling surface.

My cock was already fully hard, standing thick and proud, pulsing slightly from having Emilia's voluptuous naked body right in front of me in the jacuzzi.

I let out a slow breath and leaned back against the marble edge.

"I don't know what gets over me sometimes..." I admitted, my voice low. "It feels like I'm sexually addicted. Like I can't get enough."

Emilia's cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't look away.

"I can understand, Alex..." she said gently, her tone surprisingly understanding and warm. "You're a healthy young man, full of energy and desire. It's completely natural."

She slowly poured more warm water over her heavy, milky breasts, letting it run down her pink nipples while her eyes continued stealing glances at my erection.

"I'm glad you understand me, Emilia," I said, my eyes following every movement of her body in the water. "I thought you were going to tell Aria."

Emilia slowly poured another handful of warm water over her heavy breasts, letting it cascade down her flushed skin before replying.

"At first, I really thought I should tell her," Emilia admitted, her voice soft and honest. "I was shocked when I saw you with Tracy in the fitting room... and even more when what happened between us in the dark."

She paused, gently biting her lower lip. "But Aria is so incredibly happy with you. I've never seen her smile like this before. I just couldn't bring myself to ruin it for her."

A heavy wave of relief washed over me. Knowing Emilia had decided to keep our secrets felt like a weight lifting off my chest.

Even if she had told Aria, I was confident I could handle it, Aria had become far too addicted to me to leave. Still, it was reassuring that her mother had chosen to stay silent.

"Thank you for understanding," I said sincerely, my voice low.

Emilia smiled warmly, but the blush on her cheeks only deepened, spreading down to the tops of her heavy breasts.

She was clearly trying her best to maintain her composure as a proper, responsible mother, yet she was failing miserably. Her eyes kept betraying her.

No matter how hard she tried to look at my face, her gaze continued drifting downward, repeatedly locking onto my fully erect cock beneath the bubbling water. My thick, hard shaft was standing tall, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat, impossible to hide in the clear, swirling water.

It was impossible not to be rock hard.

A literal MILF goddess was sitting right in front of me, completely naked in the bubbling jacuzzi. The warm water made her heavy, milky breasts float and sway gently with every ripple and jet, her soft pink nipples stiff and glistening.

Her skin had a beautiful rosy flush from the heat, and her thick, plush thighs were slightly parted under the water, giving me teasing glimpses of her pussy whenever the bubbles shifted.

She shifted slightly in the water, pressing her thighs together for a moment as if trying to control her own growing arousal. The steam rose between our bodies as another long, hungry glance dropped to my cock.

Emilia bit her lower lip, hesitating for a moment before finally asking, her voice quieter and laced with curiosity.

"Are you still hard from before...?"

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine for just a brief second, as if checking my reaction, before dropping straight back down to my massive cock.

The memory was obviously burning in her mind, the feeling of her soft hand wrapped tightly around my thick shaft in the darkness earlier, stroking me while I fingered her soaked pussy, thinking she was Aria.

"Yeah, I've been hard since then," I said openly, my voice calm and unashamed.

I glanced down at my own massive cock, then back up at her, letting her see exactly how I felt.

The thick, veiny shaft stood rigidly under the bubbling water, pulsing strongly with arousal, the swollen head clearly visible just beneath the surface.

Emilia's eyes widened slightly at my honest admission. She shifted in the water, her heavy breasts swaying and jiggling with the movement.

"You shouldn't keep it hard that long..." she murmured softly, trying to sound like a concerned mother. But her words came out breathy and low, betraying her completely.

Her gaze remained locked on my throbbing cock, unable to look away. The way her thighs pressed together under the water and how her nipples had grown even harder told me everything, her concern was laced with heavy lust.

I shrugged, not bothering to hide my desires anymore.

"What can I do?" I replied, my tone low and shameless. "Aria seems really busy right now."

The implication was crystal clear. If Aria were here, I wouldn't hesitate to spread her legs and bury every inch of this massive cock deep inside her tight little pussy.

Emilia's hand flew up to cover her mouth in shock. Her eyes went wide, staring at me in disbelief. The mature, elegant woman looked genuinely stunned by how boldly and shamelessly I spoke about wanting to fuck her own daughter.

For a few seconds, she was speechless, her cheeks burning bright red.

Finally, in a shaky, almost whispering voice, she managed to ask:

"Did you and Aria...?"

She couldn't even finish the sentence. The words died in her throat as if saying them out loud would make everything too real. Her hand remained over her mouth, but her wide, curious eyes begged for an answer.

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what she was trying to ask. I wanted to hear her say it out loud.

Emilia's eyes were still fixed on my thick, throbbing cock beneath the bubbling water. She swallowed hard, her hand still lightly covering her mouth. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Did my little Aria... grow so big?" she asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and reluctant arousal.

Her gaze remained glued to my massive erection as she tried to imagine her sweet, innocent, cute daughter taking something so huge and thick inside her body.

The thought clearly overwhelmed her.

I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head.

"I shouldn't say this in front of her mother," I replied, leaning back against the marble edge. "Aria wouldn't forgive me if she knew I was talking about this with you."

Her thighs pressed together under the water, and she bit her lower lip again, clearly affected by both my boldness and the dirty mental images I was planting in her head.

Emilia shifted closer in the water, her heavy milky breasts swaying gently. The pink flush on her chest had deepened. She studied my face carefully, as if testing me.

"Alex... are you serious about Aria?" she asked, her voice soft but serious. It was clear she was evaluating me now, seeing whether I was just using her daughter for sex or if I actually cared.

"Yeah," I answered without hesitation, looking her straight in the eyes. "I'm serious."

Emilia studied me for a long moment, searching for any sign of dishonesty. After a few seconds, her expression softened slightly. She seemed relieved by my answer, though still visibly affected by the situation.

"Have you thought about marriage?" she asked quietly, her eyes flicking once more to my hard cock before returning to my face.

The question carried weight. She wasn't just making conversation, she was testing whether I saw a real future with her daughter.

"I don't know... I never really thought about marriage," I replied honestly, leaning back against the smooth marble edge of the jacuzzi. "I'm still too young to be thinking about that right now."

Emilia nodded gently, a soft, understanding smile playing on her lips. The warm water lapped gently against her heavy breasts as she listened.

"Yeah, I was just asking," she said warmly, her voice gentle and motherly. "No pressure at all. But... if you ever do marry Aria someday, you'll have to start calling me 'Mother'."

As soon as the word left her mouth, Emilia blushed deeply. A fresh wave of pink spread across her cheeks and down to the tops of her full, milky breasts.

She looked slightly embarrassed by her own words, as if she had let her imagination run a little too far. She raised one hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion causing her large breasts to lift and sway heavily in the bubbling water, her stiff pink nipples catching the light.

"Would you like it if I called you Mother?" I asked, my tone slightly teasing but curious.

Emilia's blush deepened. She looked down for a moment, then met my eyes again.

"Yeah... I would like that," she admitted softly, her voice almost shy.

There was a strange, intimate tension in the air after she said it. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

She was trying to act like the caring, responsible mother, but the sight of my throbbing erection so close to her was clearly affecting her.

The taboo nature of the moment hung thick between us, talking about marrying her daughter while sitting naked with her in a jacuzzi, my cock painfully hard right in front of her.

"Alex..." she said gently, her voice full of motherly concern mixed with something much more sinful, "you should relieve that."

Her eyes were locked onto my throbbing cock as she spoke. The words carried a double meaning, she wanted me to do something about my painful erection, but she didn't specify how.

"I'm sorry, Emilia, I don't masturbate," I said calmly and honestly, glancing down at my painfully hard cock. I couldn't make it go soft just by cumming on my own.

Emilia's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her eyebrows lifting as she processed what I had just said. For a moment, she looked almost innocent despite being completely naked in front of me.

"Oh... you never masturbate?" she asked, clearly taken aback by the admission.

"Yeah," I replied casually, leaning back against the marble edge. "I stopped a few years ago. When I get this hard... I usually have a partner to take care of it."

The bold words lingered in the steamy air. Emilia didn't reply immediately. Instead, she stared openly at my thick, throbbing cock, watching it pulse and twitch under the bubbling water.

Her breathing grew noticeably deeper. Her heavy, milky breasts rose and fell, the pink flush on her skin spreading further as she sat there thinking.

After a long, tense pause, Emilia finally spoke. Her voice was soft, hesitant, yet filled with a strange mix of motherly concern and hidden desire.

"Should I... help you in any way?" she asked, almost whispering.

She said it like a caring mother, the kind who would do anything to make sure her daughter's man was comfortable and satisfied. But the way her eyes stayed glued to my massive erection betrayed the deeper, more forbidden hunger growing inside her.

I looked at her for a moment, then glanced down at my own massive erection. It was rock hard and pulsing desperately, begging to be buried inside the juicy, voluptuous MILF sitting right in front of me.

"Would you?" I asked, my voice low and hungry. My cock twitched visibly under the water at the mere thought

Emilia took a slow, deep breath. She placed one delicate hand over her upper chest, just above her deep cleavage, in a modest, almost innocent gesture, like a devoted mother trying to stay composed.

"Yeah..." she whispered, her cheeks burning red. "Aria is not here right now... and I don't want you to be in any discomfort."

She said it like it was a simple act of kindness, like a devoted mother-in-law looking after her future son-in-law. But her cheeks were burning red, her nipples were rock hard, and her gaze kept returning to my throbbing cock with obvious lust.

The taboo tension between us was now almost unbearable, a naked Emilia offering to help relieve her daughter's boyfriend's massive erection while trying to maintain her motherly image.

"Yes, please... if you don't mind," I said, my voice thick with arousal.

I leaned back further against the smooth, cool marble edge of the jacuzzi, letting my arms rest on the sides. Slowly and deliberately, I spread my legs wider apart underwater, openly inviting her. My massive, throbbing cock stood proudly.

"Let Mom take care of you... okay?" she whispered, her voice sweet but dripping with forbidden desire. The way she referred to herself as "Mom" sent a fresh wave of heat through both of us.

The moment she called herself "Mom," a powerful wave of taboo excitement rushed through both of us. Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the undertone was undeniably sinful.

She said it like she was already preparing for her future role as my mother-in-law, someone who would look after all my needs.

"Please come here, Mom," I said, my tone low and needy as I gestured with my hand for her to move closer, right beside me.

Emilia bit her lower lip and began moving through the water without standing up. She stayed submerged as she shifted positions, her thick, soft thighs brushing teasingly against mine underwater.

The contact was electric.

She moved carefully until she was right next to me on my right side, both of us now leaning against the marble edge of the jacuzzi. Her heavy, milky breasts floated near my arm, and her wide hips pressed lightly against my thigh.

She was so close now that I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

The heat from her body was noticeable even in the hot jacuzzi. She leaned back against the marble edge beside me, her breathing slightly faster than before.

Emilia stayed quiet for a moment, her cheeks burning a deep crimson. She looked nervous, almost vulnerable, as she gathered the courage to speak.

"I have a confession to make, Alex..." she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. She blushed even harder, the pink flush spreading all the way down to her heaving breasts.

Her eyes flicked between my face and my rock-hard cock before she continued.

"What?" I asked softly, turning my head to look directly into her eyes.

Emilia's face was already flushed from the heat of the jacuzzi, but the moment I asked, her cheeks burned an even deeper shade of crimson.

She looked nervous, almost vulnerable. She bit her plump lower lip for a second, hesitating, before finally speaking in a shy, embarrassed whisper.

"I have never... held something as massive as that," she admitted, her voice barely louder than the bubbling water.

Her eyes immediately dropped back down to my cock. My thick, veiny erection was still standing tall, the swollen head glistening just above the surface of the water, pulsing with every heartbeat.

"Oh? Does that scare you?" I asked, my tone teasing but genuinely curious.

Emilia quickly shook her head, though the deep blush on her face and chest betrayed her.

"No... I mean..." she stammered, her voice soft and breathy. "When you suddenly made me hold it in the dark... I couldn't believe something this big was real."

Her gaze was completely locked onto my throbbing cock now. She stared at it with open fascination and arousal, studying the thickness, the prominent veins, and how heavily it stood.

"It felt so heavy in my hand... so thick," she continued, almost in a daze. "I was completely shocked. I kept thinking... how is something this size even possible?"

I smiled softly, my eyes never leaving her flushed face.

Slowly, I reached out and placed my hand on her bare shoulder. My palm made full contact with her smooth, heated skin, fingers gently curling around the curve of her shoulder in a light, comforting squeeze.

Her skin was incredibly soft and warm from the jacuzzi water.

"Yeah... you were really scared," I said gently, my voice low and intimate. "I could feel your hesitation. Your hand was trembling while you held my cock."

The moment my hand touched her naked shoulder, Emilia shivered hard. A visible tremor ran through her entire voluptuous body, making her heavy, milky breasts jiggle and sway in the water.

Her stiff pink nipples tightened even more, becoming painfully erect as another wave of arousal shot through her.

"Oh god..." she murmured, lowering her head as if trying to hide her face. Her cheeks were burning a deep crimson, almost matching the rosy flush across her chest. She looked incredibly embarrassed, yet undeniably turned on, unable to meet my eyes for a few seconds.

Even though it was just a hand on her shoulder, the simple contact seemed to electrify her.

Her breathing had become noticeably quicker, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body even more intensely now that I was touching her.

"Hey, what happened, Mom?" I asked softly, my voice gentle but laced with desire. I gave her naked shoulder another slow, deliberate squeeze, my strong fingers pressing into her warm, slippery skin.

Emilia stayed quiet for a second, clearly flustered. She slowly placed her hand over mine, resting it on top of my fingers where they lay on her shoulder, as if trying to steady herself.

"Nothing, Alex..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper and noticeably shaky. She tried to sound calm, but the breathy, unsteady tone completely betrayed her.

I studied her closely. Her face was bright red, almost glowing from embarrassment and arousal.

"You okay?" I asked, concern mixed with desire in my tone.

"Yeah... I'm fine," she replied, trying her best to maintain her composure. But her quick breathing and the way she kept avoiding my eyes made it obvious she was anything but fine.

I didn't say anything more. Instead, I slid my arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her closer to me.

Emilia let out a tiny gasp as I drew her in, pressing her soft, voluptuous body against my side. Her heavy, milky breast squished warmly against my chest, and her thick thigh pressed firmly against mine under the water.

She felt incredibly hot, her skin burning against mine despite the warm jacuzzi.

"Mom, you don't have to touch it if it's overwhelming for you," I whispered tenderly into her ear, keeping her held close with my strong arm wrapped securely around her shoulders.

My fingers gently stroked up and down her upper arm in slow, comforting motions.

Emilia stayed silent for a long moment, nestled against my body. I could feel her heart racing. Then she gave a small, shy shake of her head.

"No... it's okay," she said, her voice soft, breathy, and determined. "Let Mommy take care of you."

-x-X-x-

As she spoke those forbidden words, her left hand slowly moved under the water and came to rest on my right thigh. Her fingers landed high up, very close to my throbbing cock.

At first, her touch was gentle and hesitant, almost exploratory, but the warmth of her soft palm sent a powerful rush of excitement straight through me.

Emilia's hand slowly glided higher up my thigh under the warm, bubbling water. Her touch was hesitant, almost teasing, as her soft fingers inched closer and closer to my throbbing cock. She kept pausing, clearly nervous, but the slow, exploratory movement of her palm sliding along my skin was driving me insane with arousal.

"Oh god..." I groaned deeply, my voice thick with lust. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Emilia paused again, her hand now resting high on my inner thigh, so close that I could feel the heat of her fingers just inches away from my aching, rock-hard cock. The tip of my erection twitched desperately, begging for her touch.

"What happened, Alex?" she asked gently, her voice soft and caring, like a worried mother. Even now, she tried to maintain that caring tone, though her fingers were trembling slightly against my skin, betraying how affected she was.

"Your hand is so soft..." I groaned, my eyes half-closed in pleasure. I tightened my arm around her shoulders and pulled her even closer against me, forcing her voluptuous body to press harder into my side. "It feels incredible."

Her body was pure sin.

Every curve felt lush, soft, and dangerously tempting. Her massive, milky breasts were squished heavily against my chest, the warm, pillowy flesh molding and spilling against me with every breath she took. Her stiff pink nipples dragged teasingly across my skin, hard and sensitive.

Her wide, fertile hips and thick, plush thighs pressed firmly against my body, her smooth skin sliding wetly against mine under the water. The heat radiating from her was intense, she felt like she was burning up from the inside.

"Ahh," I moaned loudly.

My cock was getting restless. It throbbed painfully, twitching and jerking in the water, desperate to feel her. I wanted to grind it against her soft belly, slide it between those massive breasts, or push it between her thick thighs.

The urge was growing stronger by the second.

Emilia could clearly feel my increasing arousal. She could feel the tension in my body, the way my muscles tightened, and how my cock kept twitching so close to her hand. Her breathing quickened, becoming shallow and excited. In a soft, almost awed whisper, she murmured.

"You're getting so aroused..."

"Yeah..." I admitted breathlessly, my voice rough with lust. My arm stayed wrapped tightly around her shoulders, holding her possessively against me. I gave her shoulder a firm, hungry squeeze, my fingers digging gently into her soft, wet flesh. "I just can't control myself around you, Mom."

The words came out low and heavy.

Holding her like this, her naked, voluptuous MILF body pressed so tightly against mine while her hand hovered teasingly close to my throbbing cock, was pushing me dangerously close to the edge of my restraint.

My cock pulsed hard again, begging for her touch, as I fought the urge to grab her hand and wrap it around my shaft.

"Control yourself, Alex," Emilia said in a soft, caring tone, like a worried mother trying to soothe her child. "You're going to stress yourself out..."

Even as she spoke those gentle words, her hand kept moving slowly under the bubbling water. Her soft palm and delicate fingers glided up and down my inner thigh in what she likely intended as a soothing gesture.

However, it was having the exact opposite effect. Every slow, teasing stroke of her warm hand brought her fingers dangerously closer to my throbbing cock, making my arousal spike higher and higher.

The light scratches of her nails and the silky smoothness of her palm were driving me insane with need.

"Ahh, Mom... I can't hold myself," I groaned deeply, my voice rough and strained with raw lust.

Emilia's breathing hitched audibly.

For a brief moment, she seemed unsure, but then maternal instinct, mixed with something far more forbidden, took over. She lifted her right arm out of the water, droplets cascading down her skin, and gently but firmly pulled my head toward her chest.

"Come here," she whispered tenderly, her voice warm and soothing.

She pressed my face gently but firmly into the soft, warm swell of her upper chest, right above her massive breasts.

The heat radiating from her skin was intense, almost feverish, as if the jacuzzi's warmth had nothing to do with how hot she felt. Her skin was silky smooth and slick with water, incredibly inviting.

Emilia cradled the back of my head with one hand, her fingers slowly threading through my hair in slow, soothing strokes.

She patted me gently, like a mother comforting her child, even as her own breathing betrayed her growing excitement.

"Shh... just rest," she cooed softly, her voice sweet, affectionate, and dripping with forbidden tenderness. "Mommy will take care of you."

My face sank into the plush, pillowy warmth of her cleavage. Her heavy, milky breasts were so close, enveloping the sides of my cheeks, soft and heavy, rising and falling rapidly with her quickened breathing. The scent of her skin mixed with the steam was intoxicating.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I gently kissed the smooth, swollen curve of her breast, my lips pressing softly against the warm, wet flesh.

"Mom... you're so warm," I murmured against her breast, my voice muffled between the two massive mounds. I placed another slow, open-mouthed kiss on her soft flesh, dangerously close to her stiff nipple.

Emilia let out a shaky breath, her fingers still gently threading through my hair as she held me against her chest. Her heart was racing wildly.

Even as she tried to comfort me like a caring mother, her own body was reacting strongly, her nipples rock hard, her thighs pressed tightly together, and her hand still resting teasingly high on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my aching cock.

-x-X-x-

The combination of her gentle, motherly tone and the feeling of being buried between her massive, naked tits was overwhelmingly erotic. I could feel her heart pounding rapidly against my face, and every quick breath she took caused her heavy breasts to rise and fall around me.

"Ahh, Alex..." Emilia moaned softly, her voice trembling with pleasure as I pressed my lips to the full, heavy swell of her breasts.

They were so incredibly soft and warm, overflowing in my hands, the kind of plush fullness that made me lose myself completely.

I buried my face deeper between them, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, breathing in her sweet, intoxicating scent. It felt like I could sink into her forever, surrounded by that perfect, pillowy warmth.

Reluctantly, I finally pulled my face from her chest and looked up at her. Emilia's expression was pure arousal, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy red, her eyes half-lidded and glassy with lust, her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily.

The sight made my cock throb even harder. I wanted to rub my thick, aching shaft all over that beautiful face, to smear my precum across her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"Alex... you got even harder," she whispered, her gaze dropping to my rigid cock. Her voice was a mix of surprise and desire.

"Yeah, Mom," I breathed, glancing down at myself. My cock was rock-hard, veins pulsing, the head swollen and glistening with precum. It twitched visibly under her stare.

Emilia hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out. Her delicate hand moved closer, trembling slightly with nervous excitement. The moment her fingertips brushed against my throbbing length, my cock jerked hard in anticipation, aching painfully for her touch.

Gathering her courage, she wrapped her small, soft hand around my thick shaft. Her fingers looked tiny against my girth, she could barely close them fully around me.

The contrast made the moment even more intense.

"Oh god..." Emilia moaned breathlessly as she finally gripped me properly, feeling my heat and hardness pulsing in her palm. Her hand was silky and warm, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

"Ahhh, Mom..." I groaned deeply, my head falling back for a second. Her touch felt like heaven, soft, tentative, yet incredibly eager.

My hand tightened on her shoulder, fingers digging into her smooth skin as I pulled her body closer to mine, needing more of her.

"Let your mother take care of you, Alex... Just relax," Emilia whispered softly, her voice warm and soothing like a gentle lullaby.

Her deep, caring eyes locked onto mine as she said it, full of maternal affection even while her left hand slowly wrapped around my throbbing cock under the bubbling water.

I nodded weakly, surrendering completely. My breathing grew heavy as I let her take full control.

Her hand began to move, slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip, gliding smoothly through the warm water. Every gentle squeeze sent waves of pleasure surging up my spine.

My right hand slowly slid lower down her shoulder, savoring her juicy fleash until I reached her wide, fertile hip. I groaned deeply as my fingers sank into the thick, plush flesh there.

God, she was so soft. I squeezed and kneaded her generous hip, my palm greedily exploring the heavy, pillowy curve that spilled between my fingers.

Emilia's breathing hitched, but she didn't stop. Her massive breasts pressed even tighter against my chest, her hard nipples dragging across my skin with every small movement she made.

"It looks like you're going to cum so much, Alex..." she murmured, still staring into my eyes with that tender, almost worried expression. Her hand kept stroking me steadily now, twisting slightly around the swollen head on every upstroke. "So thick and hard because of Mommy..."

"Yes, Mom... ahh— fuck, you're so good," I moaned loudly, my voice breaking with pleasure.

My hips instinctively bucked into her soft hand as she pumped me. At the same time, my right hand grabbed a full handful of her thick, juicy flesh.

I squeezed hard, digging my fingers deep into the warm, yielding flesh, feeling it overflow in my grip while she continued jerking my aching cock with long, loving strokes.

The contrast was intoxicating, her gentle, caring voice mixed with the filthy wet sounds of her hand working my cock beneath the water.

Her voluptuous body pressed flush against mine, soft and burning hot, every curve molding perfectly into me as she took care of her son exactly like she promised.

I kept my right hand firmly kneading her thick flesh while my left hand slowly moved under the warm bubbling water until it found her left thigh.

The moment my palm made contact with her skin, I let out a deep groan. Fuck... her thigh was incredibly juicy and thick, burning hot under my touch. The soft, plush flesh felt so full and heavy that my fingers sank deep into it as I squeezed.

Emilia's stroking hand never stopped. She continued pumping my throbbing cock with slow, caring strokes, her soft fingers sliding up and down my shaft with just the right amount of pressure.

As my left hand glided higher up the inside of her thick thigh, inching dangerously close to her pussy, Emilia suddenly moaned.

"Ahhh..." A sweet, trembling whimper escaped her lips. Her voluptuous body shivered against me, her massive milky breasts jiggling softly against my chest as she reacted to my touch.

"You shouldn't touch your mother there..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with both shame and arousal. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, but she still looked at me with that same tender, motherly gaze.

My cock twitched hard in her hand at her words.

"Mom... you got so wet earlier in the dark," I whispered hotly against her ear, my voice low and teasing. When I slid two fingers deep inside her, I thought it was Aria, but it was her. It was her dripping pussy squeezing around my fingers the whole time.

-x-X-x-