Julian leaned in closer and whispered into her ear, “I want to fuck your mother, too.” His voice was low, a declaration that made Isabel’s eyes widen in surprise.
Isabel pushed back against him with a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Julian,” she scolded playfully. “That’s not appropriate.” But even as she said it, she felt a rush of arousal as her body responded to the taboo idea.
Julian’s smirk grew. “Is it not?” he challenged, his cock still hard and deep inside her.
He pulled back slightly before slamming into her again, making her gasp. “I have always had a taste for mature women,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. “And I know your mother is quite the beauty.”
Isabel’s mind raced back to their days in the academy when Julian had confessed to sleep with every woman. She had been one of the first to fall into his bed.
Now, with his cock inside her and his sudden declaration in her ear, she couldn’t help but remember when she had jokingly agreed to help him in his quest—though she had never truly thought he would try with her own mother.
Her cheeks flushed a deep red at scandal of it all. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of her mother’s reaction, the way she might look at him with a mix of horror and fascination.
Julian pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He leaned back and watched Isabel’s face, his expression a mix of amusement and challenge. “But how can I get the chance?” he murmured, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Isabel’s breath was still ragged, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re insatiable,” she said.
Julian’s grin grew wider. “Insatiable for you, Isabel,” he corrected. He reached out as his hand cupped one of her breasts. His thumb brushed over the nipple until it hardened again.
“But you know what else I find insatiable?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Isabel’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched him, her eyes never leaving his face. “What?” she whispered, the word barely audible.
Julian leaned in closer, his hand sliding down her body to touch her pussy. His thumb stroked her clit lightly. “Your mother,” he repeated. “She’s quite the sexy woman. Have you ever noticed her big breasts?”
Isabel’s eyes widened in shock, and she slapped his hand away as she sat up. “Julian!” she scolded, though her voice was laced with arousal.
She couldn’t believe he would say such a thing about her mother, but the image of the Duchess of Hans with her big breasts bouncing as Julian fucked her filled her mind, making her cheeks burn with both embarrassment and excitement.
Julian chuckled, his cock still standing tall and proud between his legs. “Come now, Isabel,” he said, his voice playful. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”
Her eyes snapped to his, a mix of horror and fascination in their depths. “Of course not!” she lied, her voice a squeak. But the way her body responded to his touch, the way her breath caught in her throat, told a different story.
Julian leaned in closer, his lewd voice a caress in her ear. “Imagine it, Isabel. Your mother’s full breasts in my hands as I fuck her from behind, feeling her pussy tighten around me with each thrust.”
Isabel’s nipples immediately hardened at the lewd words, and Julian’s laugh was low and knowing as his hand found one of them, giving it a gentle squeeze.
She swatted his hand away again, her face flushing even more, but she couldn’t deny the rush of heat that spread through her body. The image was so vivid, so wrong, and yet…
Julian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched her. “Admit it, Isabel,” he taunted. “It turns you on.”
Isabel’s eyes flashed with something unreadable, and she opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out.
Julian took that as his cue to continue as his fingers found her clit once more. He began to rub it in slow circles. “I can see it in your eyes,” he murmured. “You want to watch me fuck your mother as much as you want me to fuck you.”
Isabel bit her bottom lip, trying to keep the moan that was threatening to escape. Julian’s words were like a drug, making her head spin with the taboo desire they stirred in her.
“It’s wrong,” she managed to say, though the protest was weak.
Julian leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers found her pussy once again. He slid one finger inside her as he felt her tighten around him. “Say it” he demanded.
Isabel’s eyes squeezed shut as she bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t believe that she was even considering his depraved proposal, but the thought of watching him claim her mother was overwhelming.
Without missing any time, Julian slid another finger inside her, making her pussy clench around him.
“Mmm…” Her breath hitched, and she moaned, unable to form coherent words. Julian’s smirk grew wider as he felt her resistance crumbling.
Isabel’s hand found its way to his cock, her grip tentative at first before tightening as she began to stroke him in time with his finger’s movements.
Julian groaned, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before snapping open to meet hers again. He watched her face, the way her eyes glazed over with pleasure, the way her lips parted as she breathed in shallow, ragged breaths.
Julian abruptly stopped his finger and he pulled it out of her quivering pussy. Isabel’s eyes snapped opened as a whine of annoyance escaped her.
“What?” she asked, her voice a mix of frustration and arousal. Julian leaned back while his eyes feasted over her flushed body.
“You know what I want to hear,” he said, his voice a seductive growl. “Say it, Isabel. Say you want me to fuck your mother.”
Her hand paused on his cock, the weight of his words heavy in the air between them. She resisted as the idea was too scandalous, too taboo for her to agree with.
