Chapter 799: This cannot happen again
With a deep, guttural groan, Julian finally exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering filthily across Olivia’s hands, wrists, and the tops of her breasts. Some even landed on her chin and lower lip.
Olivia’s hands continued to milk him gently through every powerful spasm, squeezing and stroking until the final weak pulse faded and his massive shaft began to soften slightly in her grip.
Her eyes were locked onto the obscene mess that now covered her hands. The masculine, musky scent of his release was far more intense and intoxicating than anything she had ever imagined. It filled her nostrils with every shaky breath, making everything even more real.
But for a brief second, a pure disgust washed over her.
What kind of mother lets her son cum all over her hands? What kind of woman sits there on her knees, still holding his spent cock while his seed drips from her skin?
The shame hit her like a powerful slap, snapping her harshly back to reality. For a moment, everything inside her seemed to freeze, as if her thoughts had been scattered and then forced back into place all at once.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, her gaze began to rise. It felt heavy, as though even the simple act of looking up took effort. But eventually, her eyes found Julian’s face.
The sight of him made her heart jolt violently against her ribs.
His eyes were completely shut, his lashes trembling faintly against cheeks that were still flushed with lingering warmth. Each breath he took came out uneven and strained, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm that refused to calm. His thighs still trembled... the aftershocks running through him in small, uncontrollable movements that he didn’t seem able to stop.
A thin layer of sweat covered his skin, catching the light along his forehead and collarbone. It made him look almost fragile in that moment... despite the strength she knew he carried. There was no guard left in his expression, no restraint, no control. Everything about him was laid bare.
He looked completely undone.
And as she kneeled there, caught between shame and something she didn’t want to name, she couldn’t look away.
I did this, she thought, a strange mix of horror and forbidden pride twisting in her chest. I pleasured my own son. I made him feel this good... I made him fall apart like that.
The weight of what had just happened settled heavily over her. Her hands finally stopped, and after a few long, silent moments, she gently pulled back. Strings of cum stretched between her fingers and his cock before breaking. She stared at her messy palms for another heartbeat, then wiped them absently on the front of her already-stained nightgown.
Meanwhile,
Julian remained lost in his own world. The sensation had been overwhelming... far beyond anything he had expected when he first made this twisted deal. Before tonight, he had almost forgotten about Kraven’s lingering pattern. That presence inside him had grown quiet over time, nearly fading into the background as long as it was given small moments of satisfaction every now and then.
But this... this was something else entirely.
As Olivia’s reluctant dirty talk had spilled from her lips and her soft, trembling hands had worked his cock with increasing desperation, something inside him had roared back to life. The pattern flared violently awake, flooding his veins with euphoric energy unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Every filthy confession from his mother’s mouth, every guilty stroke of her palms, every whimper of shame had fed the entity inside him like rich, forbidden nectar. Pleasure had crashed through his body in waves so intense that they bordered on painful.
His eyes remained closed for several long minutes as he savored the lingering pleasure. When he finally opened them, he looked down at Olivia, who was still kneeling obediently before him.
"Mother..."
Olivia flinched slightly at the sound but didn’t look away. Her breathing was still unsteady.
"Kraven... this... this can’t happen again," she whispered, even though a treacherous part of her already doubted her own words.
Julian managed a weak, satisfied smile.
"This was a one-time deal, Mother," he said softly. "You’re free to do whatever you want now. I’m not going to force you. I gave you my word."
Olivia lowered her gaze slowly, unable to meet his eyes anymore. A strange feeling began to form deep inside her chest... something she couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t just embarrassment or regret—it was something more uncomfortable than that. It felt like a deep dissatisfaction, like something was missing.
One time? Just like that?
The idea bothered her more than she expected. It shouldn’t have mattered. It should have been a relief that it was over so quickly. But instead, the sudden ending left her feeling oddly hollow.
After everything she had just done, there was a small, shameful part of her that didn’t want it to end so abruptly. That part of her wanted... more. And the moment she recognized that feeling, a wave of horror washed over her.
What is wrong with me?
She quickly pushed the feeling down, trying to bury it before it could grow any stronger.
But before she could fully form any coherent thoughts or steel herself to stand up and leave, she was caught completely off guard again.
A warm, large hand cupped one of her full breasts through the thin, cum-stained nightgown. The sudden heat of his palm made her nipple tighten instantly against his touch.
"What!" Her body jolted.
She lowered her eyes in shock and saw Julian’s hand gently squeezing and kneading her soft breast. His thumb brushed slowly over the hardened peak, sending an unwanted spark of pleasure straight down to her aching core.
"Kraven... what... what are you doing?"
She stammered, her voice a breathless mix of surprise and rising panic. She flinched and instinctively tried to pull back, but his other hand settled on her shoulder, holding her in place without force.
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