I buried my face in her neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin as my hands explored her curves more boldly, squeezing her breasts again, then sliding down to grip her hips and pull her tighter against me.

The darkness made everything feel more intense, more intimate. I could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of her skin, and the way her body molded against mine was driving me crazy.

I pulled her closer in the darkness, my hands roaming over her body with urgent need. "Please listen—" she tried to speak, but her words came out breathy and broken as I felt her curves pressing against me.

"Nothing to listen to," I growled, turning her around roughly so her chest was pressed against mine. I pushed myself firmly against her from the front, my hard cock pressing into her lower belly through her dress, as I slapped her ass with a firm, possessive smack. "You don’t know how hot you look tonight."

"Ahhh!" she moaned, the sound sharp and needy as my hand connected with her soft flesh. I could feel her body jolt from the impact, her ass jiggling under my palm.

"Damn... you’ve gotten thicker than the last time," I said, my voice low and hungry as I grabbed both of her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing the thick, juicy flesh roughly.

My fingers dug deep into the soft curves, spreading them apart as I ground my hard cock against her lower belly, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her.

I could feel her hot breath against my neck as she hid her face in my chest, clearly overwhelmed but not resisting. Her body was trembling slightly, reacting to every rough touch as I continued playing with her ass, kneading and slapping the plump cheeks while my cock throbbed against her.

I slid one hand under the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up slowly until I could reach her panties.

I slipped two fingers beneath the thin fabric and felt how incredibly wet she was, her pussy lips were swollen and slick, dripping with arousal as I ran my fingers along her slit.

"You are so wet, Aria," I whispered, my voice thick with lust as I pushed my fingers deeper, sliding them into her warm, soft pussy.

She was soaking, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I slowly pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

I pulled my fingers out of her with a wet sound, her slick juices coating them as I quickly opened my pants.

I unbuttoned them and yanked the zipper down just enough to free my cock, letting the heavy, throbbing shaft spring out into the darkness.

I couldn’t see how much precum was leaking from the swollen head, but I could feel it, the warm, sticky fluid already dripping down the underside of my cock from how turned on I was.

"Feel it, babe," I said, my voice rough with lust as I took her hand and wrapped her fingers around my thick cock.

Her touch was different at first, hesitant, almost careful, like she was scared to handle something so big and hard. Her palm was warm and soft, trembling slightly as she gripped me, exploring the girth and heat with tentative strokes.

Then, as if gaining confidence, she started feeling it with more care, her fingers sliding slowly up and down the veiny length, tracing every ridge and pulsing vein.

Her breathing grew ragged in the darkness, quick and shallow, as she took her time to handle my cock like it was something precious and dangerous at the same time.

"Oh, baby... your hand feels so good," I groaned, my head tilting back slightly as her touch sent waves of pleasure through me.

I moved my hands up to her shoulders, my fingers playing with the thin straps of her dress, slowly sliding them down her smooth skin, teasing the fabric lower as I felt her body tremble under my touch.

"I shouldn’t be doing this..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, shaky with hesitation and guilt. She slowly moved her hand away from my cock, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary before pulling back completely.

I pulled her hand back firmly and placed it on my cock again, wrapping her fingers around my thick, throbbing shaft. "What’s wrong, Aria?" I asked, my voice low and teasing as I pressed her palm against my hardness.

Suddenly, the lights came back on with a soft electrical hum.

And it wasn’t Aria standing in front of me.

It was her mother — Lady Emilia.

The same elegant, voluptuous woman who had caught me earlier that day in the fitting room of her boutique, buried deep inside one of her employees.

She was holding my cock when the lights came on. Her elegant red dress had its thin straps lowered slightly down her shoulders, not quite revealing her breasts but showing a dangerous amount of deep, creamy cleavage.

Her long black hair was slightly tousled, and her beautiful, mature face was frozen in complete shock. Her hand was still wrapped around my thick, veiny cock, warm, soft, and trembling as she realized what she was touching.

For a long second, neither of us moved. Lady Emilia’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief as she recognized me.

The same young man she had seen ruthlessly fucking one of her boutique employees just hours earlier was now standing in her daughter’s bedroom, half-naked, with his massive, throbbing cock in her hand.

Her fingers stayed wrapped around my girth for another heartbeat, as if her body hadn’t caught up with her mind yet. My cock twitched visibly in her palm, still rock-hard and leaking precum from the earlier teasing.

I didn’t move either. I just stood there, looking down at her, this stunning, powerful older woman, Aria’s mother, her hourglass figure even more impressive up close.

Damn, she’s hot, I thought as I stared at her voluptuous figure.