I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

The friction intensified. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his body as he shifted closer. Her breath hitched, trapped in her throat.

The darkness amplified everything—the scent of him, the faint sound of his breathing growing heavier. She bit her lip hard, imagining his hand sliding beneath the fabric, fingers wrapping around his cock.

The image was vivid, intoxicating, and she felt a slick wetness gathering between her legs.

He shifted again and the mattress dipped further. A low, barely audible groan escaped his lips—a sound that sent a jolt straight to her core. Her nipples hardened painfully against the thin fabric of her top.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the darkness only made it worse. Was he thinking of her? Was that hand moving faster now, palm gliding over the tip, cum slicking his strokes? Her own body betrayed her. She pressed her thighs together tighter, trying to relieve the sudden, desperate ache.

But then, she paused, her mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Wasn’t that—Rael? Her own son? The thought made her froze, sending a shiver down her spine.

Yet, another, more rebellious voice within her whispered insistently: No. This is not Rael. This is Julian. He is someone more… commanding, more powerful. He is not the child you raised; he is something else entirely.

The idea tempted her, urging her to linger, to explore the thrill of the unknown.

But the maternal instinct, the part of her that had nurtured and protected Rael all these years, surged back with equal force.

No, Annie. No matter who he is now, no matter the power he wields or the control he commands, the body is still Rael. Your own son.

But then, Julian’s voice cut through the thick silence: “Annie.”

Her mind blanked in an instant. Every rebellious thought, every forbidden curiosity, every conflicted desire—it all froze, replaced by a sudden panic. Her heart raced, pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it, and her breath hitched as if the very air had thickened around her.

Instinctively, she tucked herself slightly under the blanket, pulling it closer to her body. Don’t… don’t look, don’t move, act normal…

Her eyes snapped shut, and she forced her body to go limp. She even released a soft, unconvincing sigh, pretending to be asleep.

Julian continued stroking himself as if fully convinced that Annie was asleep. The rhythmic sound of his hand moving over his cock filled the quiet room, each stroke faster than the previous.

Annie, sensing that he truly believed she was asleep, exhaled a shaky breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her body relaxed slightly under the blanket, though her heart continued to hammer against her ribs.

She dared not to move and allowed herself to simply listen.

Just then, Julian’s moan slipped out, raw and low, and her name was on his lips.

“Annie…”

Her eyes widened in the dark, her body tensing violently under the blanket. The shock almost made her jolt, but she gave her all to stay still.

I can’t let him know I’m awake, she thought desperately, biting down hard on her lip.

In that instant, Julian’s hand moved faster, his strokes gaining a hungry rhythm. The slick sound of wet skin on skin filled the silence and Annie’s whole body burned at the noise.

“Annie…” he groaned again, louder this time, as though her name itself pushed him closer to the edge.

Annie’s stomach twisted into knots. He’s thinking of me. While stroking himself… he’s thinking of me.

The realization sent both terror and a forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.

Julian’s breathing turned rougher, more ragged until suddenly his hand left his cock. Annie almost sighed in relief at the silence—only to freeze the next instant.

His palm landed firmly on her ass through the blanket.

Annie’s heart slammed against her ribs. She nearly cried out from the shock, her whole body jerking before she forced it still.

Don’t move, don’t move… she begged herself, her breath trembling as his fingers relaxed over her curve.

The heat of his touch burned through the fabric, impossible to ignore. He squeezed slowly, deliberately, as if testing her softness, feeling the shape of her beneath the sheets. Her thighs pressed even tighter together, her pussy throbbing with a wet ache she could no longer deny.

“Annie…” Julian groaned again, his voice thick, right above her ear now. His hand massaged her ass possessively, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.

She bit down on the blanket to stop any sound escaping. Her sanity screamed at her to roll away, to resist—but the harder he squeezed, the deeper her body betrayed her.

Julian’s other hand slid under the blanket again and he began stroking himself with renewed urgency. The lewd rhythm was louder now, fueled by the steady grip he had on her ass. Each squeeze seemed to sync with the strokes of his cock, a filthy rhythm that wrapped around her senses and drowned her in forbidden heat.

He’s using me, she thought wildly. He’s stroking himself to me. To my body. To my ass in his hand.

Her eyes shut tight, her lips trembling against the fabric. And though terror clamped down on her mind, her body arched almost imperceptibly back into his palm, betraying her with a subtle, shameful shiver of desire.

Julian shifted on the mattress, the sheets rustling as his body closed the distance. Annie’s breath hitched when she felt the sudden contact of his hips against her side.

Her pulse spiked wildly. No, no.

But then he turned to face her, his chest suddenly brushing her back, his breath hot against her neck. And she felt it — hard, thick, and burning — his cock pressing firmly against her lower back.

Annie almost whimpered, biting the inside of her cheek to keep the sound trapped. The warmth of him seared into her skin, each subtle shift grinding the tip against her back.

He’s… pressing it against me…