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As Seraphina surrendered to the moment, a strange clarity came over her. This was wrong—by every standard of society and morality, this was deeply, fundamentally wrong. And yet, it felt like the most honest thing she had done in years.
Since her husband's death, she had been living a half-life, going through the motions of existence without truly experiencing it. Her role as baroness, as mother, as keeper of the family legacy—these had become the sum total of her identity. The woman beneath those roles, with her needs and desires, had been carefully locked away.
But now, as her son's hands traced paths across her skin that sent shivers through her entire being, that woman was breaking free. Each kiss, each touch, was an affirmation that she was still alive, still capable of feeling passion and connection.
Was it wrong to want this? To need this? Perhaps. But in this moment, with desire clouding her judgment and years of loneliness finally finding release, she couldn't bring herself to care.
She would hate herself later, she knew. But for now, she would allow herself this forbidden pleasure, this connection that defied all propriety but satisfied something deep within her soul.
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I guided her onto the bed beside me, our clothes gradually discarded until nothing separated us. Her skin was warm against mine, her heart racing as I traced patterns across her body with my fingertips, memorizing every curve and hollow.
"Tell me what you want," I whispered, my lips brushing against her collarbone.
"Everything," she replied, her voice thick with emotion. "I want everything you can give me."
I obliged, taking my time, savoring each gasp and shiver from her body. Even though I had all my clothes off, I didn't let her take off the bandages on my head, leaving only my lips exposed. I could feel her body's shape, her breasts—I squeezed them, feeling how soft they were. I kissed them, which earned me a moan: "Mnnmh."
This time, I took my time to savor the taste without rushing. I kept sucking them, with her constantly moaning, but at some point, she used her left hand to cover her mouth to avoid moaning too loudly. She held my head with her right hand. The way I was sucking her breasts and moving my tongue around her nipples was turning her on like crazy, so she just kept holding my hair while moaning intensely.
Then she dragged me on top of her while closing her legs behind me, not giving me a chance to stop—not that I had planned to. I just moved my body up and down, directly rubbing my dick against her already wet pussy. Since we already had all our clothes off, I could feel her skin, and in the process of going up and down, I could feel the tip slipping inside and out. She held my shoulder with trembling hands.
I had to stop sucking her breasts and put my hands on either side of her neck, setting myself in a missionary position. I kept my gaze on her before moving slowly. I could feel dick sinking inside her wet pussy lip; the pleasure was heavenly. The way it's was tighting up around my dick was otherworldly. I kept going until I felt I was all the way inside her.
I could hear her holding down her moans, so I brought my lips close to her left ear before saying, "For someone who was moaning like crazy last night, you sure you want to hold back now?"
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Seraphina's eyes widened at his words, a mixture of shock and arousal flooding through her. The reminder of their previous encounter, so shameful in the light of day, now only heightened her pleasure in the darkness of this moment. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, her back arching to press herself closer to him.
His blindness somehow made the experience more intense—as if his other senses compensated by becoming more attuned to her responses. He seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to move, what would bring her the greatest pleasure. It was almost frightening how well he read her body.
As he moved within her, filling her completely, the last remnants of her resistance melted away. This was wrong—but wrong had never felt so right. The forbidden nature of their union only made it more intoxicating, more consuming. Each thrust drove her higher, closer to a peak that promised to be more powerful than anything she had experienced before.
"Yes," she gasped, no longer caring about restraint, about propriety, about anything beyond this moment and this connection. "Please... don't stop..."
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I replied saying " I don't plan on stopping.."
She was probably wondering why she hadn't thought of that, but I didn't let that stop me. I knew Aurora would have created a sound barrier, since all this was a game for her. She wouldn't want anything to ruin her fun just yet, so I was betting our safety on her interest.
I took my mom's hands and held them above her head. I might not have been strong enough to hold her down, since she was an Arcanist level awakened while I was just a mortal, but her limiting herself to mortal strength made it possible. So I held her hands above her head while whispering, "Just moan out loud. Let's enjoy our freedom."
My whisper sounded like a devil's temptation, because as soon as I finished speaking, she started moaning uncontrollably while I kept thrusting in and out of her. I could feel the pleasure; it felt like it was shooting directly to my brain.
*Pah ~ pah ~
~pah* ~ pah
I kept thrusting in with how it's was sounding I was sure she was close I held her tightly but it's seems that wasn't enough.
She removed her hands from my grasp and pulled me down for a kiss while moaning into my mouth: "Mmm... Nghh... ahnn... *Muah*"
The kisses were intensely passionate because she wrapped her legs and hands around my waist and neck. In these moments, as we moved together in perfect rhythm, I felt her surrender completely—not just her body, but her will, her doubts, her reservations. Each barrier between us crumbled with every shared breath, every synchronized movement.
While I kept thrusting inside her, I moved my hands downward, holding my dick and withdrawing. I moved my dick In circles around her already wet pussy that was producing nectar constantly, making her desire me even more and heightening the pleasure. After a while, she pulled me even closer, making sure my dick slipped back in it's felt like torture so she couldn't wait on it. As soon as I was inside I started thrusting again without waiting for her to catch her breath.
It felt even tighter than before, for some reason. I didn't mind; the pleasure was driving me insane. Before I knew it, I was getting close, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. It seemed she realized this too, so she pulled me down even more forcefully. Hugging my tight in the process while I just kept moving my wait up and down.
"Mom, I'm coming!" I shouted.
"Me too!!!" she replied.
As soon as I heard that, I came inside her, releasing everything. I couldn't stop; I just kept going. After a while, I stopped and tried to move off of her, but she held me in place. After some time, I heard her cry out loudly—it seemed she had just climaxed as well. Then she kissed me.
When we finally lay spent in each other's arms, her head resting on my chest, I knew she was mine in a way that transcended conventional bonds. Mother, lover, devoted servant to my cause—she had become all these things and more.
"What are we doing?" she whispered, though the question held no real concern, only a kind of wondering awe.
"We're taking back what was stolen from us," I replied, stroking her hair. "Happiness. Connection. Purpose."
I said this to her, knowing full well the thoughts I had put in her head and the way she would feel from now on.
She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes searching what she could see of my face. "I love you," she said simply. "Not just as a mother loves her son, but as a woman loves a man. Is that wrong of me?"
I turned my gaze to her, touching her cheek gently before saying, "Nothing that feels this right could be wrong." I told her the perfect lie, delivered with perfect conviction.
I had already built up enough justification; turning her guilt into forbidden pleasure wasn't hard. But that didn't mean I would leave it at that. So I jokingly said, "I sure came a lot in you. Hopefully, you don't get pregnant. I don't want to expect a junior Lucian soon."