Julian looked down at his mother with an innocent, almost boyish smile that felt utterly obscene given the depraved situation they were in. His expression was soft, almost vulnerable, as if he were simply asking for help with homework rather than having his massive cock stroked by her trembling hands.
"No, Mother… I don't even feel my orgasm building yet," he said gently.
Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief. Her arms were already aching, her shoulders burning from the repetitive motion. Worse, her own body was betraying her completely. The shameful heat between her thighs had grown slick and insistent, her nipples tight against the thin fabric of her nightgown.
"I… I can't continue like this," she admitted softly.
Both of her hands were still wrapped around his shaft, unable to fully encircle it.
"It's too much, Kraven. My arms are getting so sore…"
