The red dress clung to her curves like it was painted on, highlighting her narrow waist, wide hips, and those massive, heaving breasts. The thin straps had slipped dangerously low, barely holding on as her chest rose and fell.

Lady Emilia finally snapped out of her shock. She yanked her hand back as if she had touched fire, her palm still tingling from the heat and thickness of my cock.

She took a small, stumbling step backward, her eyes darting from my exposed, throbbing erection up to my face, then back down again in disbelief.

"You..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with disbelief. "It’s you."

I thought you were Aria," I said, my voice low and stunned as I stood there with my pants still open.

Lady Emilia’s eyes widened further as recognition hit her fully. "You were in the boutique today," she said, her tone sharp with disbelief.

Her gaze flicked down to my exposed cock once more — thick, veiny, and still rock-hard — before snapping back up to my face. She couldn’t seem to look away for long, her cheeks burning with a deep, humiliated flush.

I couldn’t say anything. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

"How are you here?" she demanded, her voice a mix of shock and growing anger. "How do you know Aria?" Her eyes kept darting back to my cock, unable to fully ignore the massive, throbbing erection just inches from her body, before forcing themselves back to my face.

Before I could even begin to answer, we both heard footsteps outside the room, someone walking down the hallway toward us.

I moved quickly, stuffing my still-hard cock back into my pants and zipping up as fast as I could. Lady Emilia adjusted her dress straps with hurried hands, pulling them back up over her shoulders and smoothing the fabric over her massive cleavage, trying to regain some composure.

Her face was still flushed, her breathing uneven.

This time, the door opened, and Aria stepped inside.

"Alex, I found the—" she started, holding up a small first aid kit, but she stopped mid-sentence the moment she saw her mother standing in her bedroom with me.

"Mom... what are you doing here?" Aria asked, her eyes darting between us in confusion. She pushed a strand of her long black hair behind her ear, clearly trying to process the scene.

Her gaze lingered on my slightly disheveled appearance, then on her mother’s flushed face and hastily adjusted dress.

Aria’s eyes narrowed slightly as she took another step inside, closing the door behind her. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice cautious.

The royal banquet was still going on downstairs, but up here, the real drama was unfolding in her own bedroom.

Lady Emilia finally spoke, her voice tight and controlled, though her cheeks were still burning. "I came to check on you after the lights went out," she said.

"Oh, and I went to your room to find the first aid kit. Alex hurt himself," Aria said as she walked back into the room, holding the small kit in her hands.

She gently guided me to sit on the edge of her bed, her touch soft and caring, completely unaware of what had just happened in the darkness moments ago.

"So this is Alex?" Lady Emilia said, her voice carefully controlled, though there was a slight edge to it. She spoke as if she knew the name but not the man standing in front of her, or at least, not fully.

"Yeah, Mom. I was going to introduce you both properly, not like this, but... anyway," Aria said with a small, awkward smile. "Alex, this is my mom. And Mom, you know—Alex and I are dating."

So she had told her mom already that we were dating.

"Nice to meet you, Ma’am," I said politely, keeping my tone steady as Aria opened the first aid kit and began tending to the cut on my lower lip.

She dabbed it gently with an antiseptic wipe, her face close to mine, focused entirely on taking care of me.

Lady Emilia simply nodded, her expression composed on the surface, but I could see the storm behind her eyes.

She was still trying to process what had just happened only minutes earlier in the dark, how I had played with her thick curves, how her hand had been wrapped around my thick, hard cock, and how my fingers had slid inside her wet, aroused pussy.

The memory was clearly burning in her mind. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and the way she shifted her weight slightly told me her body hadn’t fully calmed down from the unexpected arousal.

Her elegant red dress was still slightly disheveled, the thin straps sitting a little lower on her shoulders than they should have been.

Aria remained completely oblivious, gently blowing on the cut on my lip to soothe the sting. "There... that should help," she murmured, her fingers lingering on my jaw for a second longer than necessary.

I didn’t know if Emilia would tell her daughter that I was a horny young man who she had found fucking her employee earlier that day, and if she would tell her that I was ready to fuck her mother in the dark if the lights hadn’t come on.

"How did you hurt yourself?" Lady Emilia asked me, her voice calm but with a sharp undertone as she stood a few feet away, her arms crossed under her heavy breasts.

"Well—" I tried to speak, but Aria cut in smoothly.

"He got into a fight with Fabian," Aria said, her tone matter-of-fact, though there was a hint of pride in her voice.

"Why?" Emilia asked, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looked at me more closely.

"I think it was just some male ego thing, right, Alex?" Aria said with a small smile, she loved how ruthless I was, the way I had beaten the shit out of Fabian without hesitation. It clearly turned her on.

She slid her hand up my thigh, caressing it slowly and possessively, not caring in the slightest that her mother was standing right there in the room with them.

Emilia noticed immediately how her daughter was getting aroused around me, the way Aria’s fingers traced my thigh, the flush on her cheeks, the way she leaned into me.

Emilia’s gaze flicked down to her daughter’s hand, then back up to my face, her expression unreadable but her body language tense.

She took a slow step closer, her elegant red dress swaying with her movement, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous figure as she approached the bed where I was sitting.

"Are you okay?" Emilia asked, her voice softer now, almost concerned. "Should we call our family doctor?"

The way she walked, graceful yet sensual, her wide hips swaying and her massive ass moving with each step, made my cock twitch again in my pants.

Even after everything that had just happened in the dark, the sight of Aria’s mother, this powerful, curvaceous older woman, made me want to bury my cock deep inside her.