"Mother… yes… just like that. You are going to make me—nnh—lose control."
Olivia did not slow. The embarrassment of the revealing position had not disappeared, but it had been joined by a fierce need to push him further. She kept riding him, while the mirrors around them reflected every shameless rise and fall of her body on her son's cock.
The last of Olivia's restraint dissolved.
Whatever careful rhythm she tried to maintain earlier broke apart completely. Her movements grew wilder, less controlled. She rose and dropped with increasing urgency, chasing the sharp, rising pressure low in her abdomen.
"Ahh… ahh… mhh… Kraven—"
Her hands gripped his shoulders hard. Her head tipped back. The wet sound of their joining grew louder in the enclosed wardrobe. Julian's breathing was a mess. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he met each of her downward strokes with a short upward thrust of his own.
"Mother—" His voice cracked. "I am about to cum."
