Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 547: Hannah’s Video Call 2

I chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, stretching Julie open as her daughter watched. "She is begging, Hannah. Listen." I pulled my fingers free with a lewd pop, and Julie’s choked sob filled the car.

Hannah’s eyes darkened, her lips parting. "Prove it."

Julie’s breath came in sharp gasps, but I didn’t give her time to protest. I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet the phone’s camera. "Tell her, Julie. Tell your daughter how bad you want my cock."

Her lips trembled. "H-Hannah..."

"Say it," Hannah demanded, her voice trembling with something raw—anger, arousal, need. "Or I swear to God, you’ll never get his cock again."

Julie’s resistance shattered. A broken sound tore from her throat as I pinched her clit, hard. "I... I want it," she gasped, her voice cracking. "I want him to fuck me, Hannah—I want him everywhere—"

Hannah’s breath hitched, her fingers stuttering between her legs. "Mom... you are cheating... with my boyfriend?" The words came out strained, like she was fighting them.

Julie’s face burned crimson, her thighs pressing together in a desperate, futile attempt to hide the slick heat between them. The air in the car was thick with the scent of her arousal, musky and intoxicating, and I could see the way her pulse fluttered at her throat, betraying her. "Hannah, it’s not—"

I didn’t let her finish. With a slow, deliberate motion, I turned the phone toward her, the screen framing her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.

"Not what?" Hannah’s voice cut through the speaker, sharp as a blade, but there was something else beneath it—something dark and hungry.

"Not true that you spread your legs for him in a public parking lot, Mom?" A pause, heavy with unspoken accusation. Then, softer—deadlier—her voice dropping to a velvet whisper. "Not true that you let him fuck you raw behind my back?"

Julie’s breath hitched, her body trembling as my fingers traced a slow, teasing path up her inner thigh, brushing against the damp lace of her panties.

She squirmed, but there was no escape—not from me, not from the truth, not from the way her own body was betraying her. "I—I wasn’t trying to—"

"You were," Hannah snapped, her voice dripping with venom, but there was a tremor in it too, something that betrayed her own arousal. "You wanted him all to yourself, didn’t you? You wanted to feel him inside you, stretching you, making you scream while I was left alone, imagining it."

Another pause, sweeter this time, more poisonous. "Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t smell you on him when he came home?"

Julie’s hips jerked involuntarily as my fingers finally found her clit, circling the swollen nub with just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Hannah, please—"

"Please what?" Hannah’s tone shifted, her voice turning sultry, almost playful, but with an edge that promised retribution. "Please let you keep fucking him without me? Or are you begging him to stop because you know I’m watching?" She let out a low, throaty laugh. "I can see how wet you are, Mom. I can hear how much you love it."

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of Julie’s ear as I spoke, my voice a dark promise. "Hannah..." I let the word linger, savoring the way Julie’s breath hitched.

"You don’t know the half of it." My fingers stilled, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp, her nails digging into the leather seat beneath her.

"Julie’s been begging for my cock in her ass. She’s been fantasizing about it—about how tight she’d be, how much it would hurt, how good it would feel when she finally took every inch."

Hannah’s breath caught, the sound sharp and needy over the speaker. "Jack..." Her voice was barely a whisper now, thick with challenge and something darker—desire.

"If you don’t fuck Mom’s asshole right now..." A pause, heavy with implication. "You can take mine tonight. However, you want it."

Julie’s eyes flashed with defiance, but her body told a different story. She shifted, straddling me, her ass grinding against my lap in slow, deliberate circles. Her hand slipped between us, her fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding it to the tight, forbidden ring of muscle.

"Hannah..." Her voice was raw, possessive, trembling with the weight of her own lust.

"That’s enough." She leaned closer to the phone, her lips parted, her breath ragged. "Jack is my husband. And I can take his cock wherever the hell I want."

Then Julie sank down—hard—her ass swallowing my cock in one brutal, exquisite motion. The camera captured everything: the way her back arched, the way her lips parted in a silent scream, the way her pussy clenched around nothing, weeping with need.

The wet, obscene squelch of her ass stretching around me filled the car, mingling with her ragged gasps.

"Fuck—!" Julie’s nails raked down my chest, her hips already rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her ass milking me with every movement.

Hannah’s face twisted on the screen—jealousy, lust, and betrayal warring in her expression. "Mom—!" Her voice cracked, her fingers twisting in her skirt.

"You—you bitch! You said you wouldn’t—!" Her breath hitched as Julie’s ass took me deeper, the camera angle giving her a perfect view of how stretched she was. "You’re ruining him for me!" Her voice rose, shrill with frustration. "He’s mine—!"

Julie let out a dark, throaty laugh, her hips swirling in a slow, torturous grind. "Aaaah..." She moaned, her voice dripping with triumph. "Look, Hannah..." She adjusted the phone, tilting it just right so Hannah could see everything—the way my cock disappeared inside her, the way her ass clung to me as she pulled back, only to slam down again.

"Look how deep your boyfriend’s cock goes in my ass..." She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto the screen. "Do you really think your tight little hole can take this?" Another slow, deliberate grind. "You’d scream before he even got halfway in."

Hannah’s face flushed crimson, her fingers digging into her own thighs. "Shut up!" she snapped, but her voice trembled, her eyes glued to the screen.

"You’re just—you’re trying to make me jealous!" Her breath hitched as Julie’s ass squeezed around me, the wet sounds of her taking me filling the call. "It won’t work!"

"Oh?" Julie purred, her hips rolling faster now, her ass slapping against my lap with every downward thrust. "Then why are you touching yourself, baby?" She leaned closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Why are you soaking your panties watching your mom take what you can’t?"