Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs

Chapter 1050: Her Mother’s House

"Good evening," Eros said, straightening from the small bow, his voice low and velvet-rough, laced with Whisper of Sin that felt like it was stroking her clit like a slow, wet tongue... making her imagine things she did not dare think twice but each second made her imagine something even more sinful thanks to his abilities and her own hunger.

The MILF at the door had forgotten how to use her voice. Her full, kiss-swollen lips parted. Closed. Parted again, trembling helplessly. The book at her hip slipped down half an inch, its edge pressing into the soft, heavy underside of her very very generous breasts before her fingers tightened around it, knuckles whitening.

He let her have the moment and didn’t rush her.

He just stood in the soft golden circle of her porch light with his hands folded behind his back, radiating dark, claiming dominance while he watched her nervous system short-circuit and her ripe body prepare itself to be fucked while his passive Lust Presence and Taboo Aura wrecked her.

In moments like these, these reactions were so intoxicating to him and he forgot to try and tone down his passive abilities.

He smiled as he watched her swallowed hard, the movement making her throat flutter and her heavy breasts rise and fall. Her free hand drifted up without thinking and touched the pendant at her throat, fingers brushing the warm, deep valley of her cleavage where he could only want his tongue to be not some pendant... but hey, patience, right?

"I—yes. Good evening." Her voice came out breathy and thick, already husky with shameful need.

"I’m looking for Ashley... I was wondering if I am at a right house?" The sentence landed in a low voice which might as well be like a filthy secret dropped into still water. Her ripples spread slowly — confusion first, then surprise, then a hot, guilty flash of lust as the taboo sank its teeth in.

"Ashley?" she repeated, voice noticeably softer, wetter. "My Ashley?"

"If you’re her mother, then yes." He wanted to add something flirty or maybe compliment her beauty but he stopped.

"I—I am. I’m her mother." A beat. She tilted her head, reading glasses glinting in her messy honey-blonde hair, that loose silky strand brushing her flushed cheek. "How do you know my daughter?"

"I am her boyfriend."

The word boyfriend hit her like a slow, dirty thrust between her thighs. He watched every sinful detail: her plush lips parting on a silent gasp of surprise, her nipples throbbing visibly into painfully stiff peaks beneath the thin cream silk blouse, her thick thighs clenching hard as a fresh, hot gush of slick flooded her pussy and soaked into her navy lounge pants... this was the in-between of her own fantasies and his Taboo Abilities.

Her brain scrambled for the usual boys Ashley should be capable to bring home to her mother and came up completely blank against the god-shaped reality bendinf being like him standing on her welcome mat.

’How did Ashley score someone like this even I her mother would beg to fuck, huh?’

"Oh." The sound was small, broken, dripping with unintended lust that he’d kept in her thoughts... lucky for her he’d toggled off the thoughts reading ability days ago.

"Oh?" Eros’s voice echoed, his tone darker, richer and full of amusement for her reaction. Being undone, are we?

"I—forgive me, I just—" She laughed softly, a dazed, throaty sound that made her full, heavy tits jiggle enticingly under the silk, to the hungry taste of his eyes, nipples straining harder. "Ashley didn’t mention—I mean, she mentioned someone, but she didn’t say—"

"She’s being discreet. I asked her to, for now."

The laugh turned breathier, almost a moan. Something dark and hungry flickered behind her soft gray eyes. "Did you."

"Mm."

She studied him openly now, her gaze dragging slowly upward—from his polished shoes, over the powerful thighs hugged by tailored khaki, across the crisp linen shirt clinging to his chest, and finally locking onto that impossibly beautiful face.

He let his Pheromones target her and wrap around her in a warm embrace of lust and desires.

Her breathing grew shallow and fast.

Her nipples ached.

Her pussy throbbed visibly against the soft fabric of her low-slung navy lounge pants as Taboo Aura and Forbidden Appeal poured gasoline on the fire, turning the simple fact that he was her daughter’s boyfriend into something deliciously, shamefully forbidden.

He could’ve seen her pussy out line if he dared to look down between her thighs.

Lust Presence wrapped around her like warm, possessive hands groping her from the inside, making her feel owned and claimed while her cunt leaked helplessly for her daughter’s man.

Then she stepped back and pulled the door wider. The movement made her navy lounge pants slip even lower on her wide hips, exposing a tempting strip of soft, bare skin just above her mound and pulling the cream silk blouse tighter across her swollen, heaving breasts.

"She’s out, actually. She and Emma are grabbing dinner. You know Emma Reeves, right?— her best friend. They should be back in twenty minutes, maybe thirty." Her voice had gone low and husky, almost pleading.

She tilted her head again, another loose honey-blonde strand falling across her cheek as her thighs rubbed together shamelessly.

"Would you like to wait?"

"It would be an honor." Why wouldn’t be when it presented him a chance to seduce Ashley, his little slave’s mother. Okay she wasn’t there yet to the fully committed slave, but they would, right?

Her eyes fluttered with raw, filthy heat at the word honor. She smiled—small, private and very shaky and the smile of a respectable mother whose soaked pussy was already screaming for her daughter’s boyfriend to destroy her.

"Please," she whispered, the word thick with desperate need. "Come in."

He stepped across the threshold.

The door clicked shut behind him with quiet, final finality. The air inside instantly thickened, heavy with the sweet, musky scent of her growing arousal. She stood close—too close—barefoot, silk-clad, flushed, breathing fast, her heavy breasts heaving, nipples diamond-hard, thighs trembling as slick heat continued to leak from her desperate cunt.

Sin Resonance burned hotter now that they were alone in her house — the taboo of the situation making every ability throb with raw power.

Eros turned to face her fully, his dark, claiming presence filling the hallway like smoke and sex.

And in that heartbeat, with her daughter’s boyfriend standing barely two feet away in her quiet home, her mother’s instincts shattered against the overwhelming, shameful urge to drop to her knees, pull those navy pants down, and beg him to fuck her senseless right there on the floor.

The night had only just begun... and her body was already losing the war.