Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1051

Chapter 1051: Ashley’s Mother (r-18, minor)

She closed the door behind him with a soft, deliberate click that sounded far too final in the suddenly thick silence of her house now with a criminally beautiful boy of her daughter.

"Let me just—" she gestured vaguely at the book still pressed against the heavy, swaying swell of her breast, at the half-empty wine glass on the hall table, at the general state of a soft, barefoot woman who had clearly been enjoying a quiet, private evening before pure temptation walked through her front door.

"I’ll set these down. Living room’s through there. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? I’d offer wine but I’m not sure if that’s—" Did not want to say she wasn’t sure if that was legal or illegal, she did not know his age but sure as hell he was teenager.

Who knew his actual age?

"Water is perfect. Thank you."

"Of course." Her voice had dropped into something breathier, almost husky relief.

She turned and walked ahead of him.

And sweet merciful fuck...

The cream silk blouse had already been lethal from the front, but from behind it was pure, dripping pure temptation of her back and her mature deep spine the thin fabric shifting and clinging to the elegant line of her spine before draping loosely over the dramatic flare of her wide hips.

But the real devastation came from the navy lounge pants.

Soft navy fabric sat dangerously low on her wide, womanly hips, cupping the full, juicy globes of her ass with casual, effortless perfection of the roundness and hot.

Every slow step sent a hypnotic, liquid ripple through that generous, mature ass of Ashley’s mother—heavy cheeks swaying and bouncing gently beneath the thin cotton, the kind of unselfconscious jiggle that only happened when a woman thought she was completely alone in her own home.

Or did she know exactly what was happening and the hungry eyes of teenager was exactly what the best night of her now boring life, could ever be.

With those thoughts, she pulled onto her pants where she thought he did not see to make it tighter and the fabric stretched and released with each sway, outlining the deep cleft between her plush cheeks and the thick, soft undersides that quivered deliciously with every movement.

An ass like that... sure had the best cleft he did not expect, even through the pants, he could tell how deep it was and how perfectly divided her ass globes.

There was a small, well-worn opening in the side seam of her left pant leg—right where the generous curve of her hip melted into the warm, pale inner thigh. With every step, the slit parted teasingly, flashing a forbidden, mouth-watering glimpse of smooth, bare skin and the plush, sensitive inner curve of her thigh.

A flash that lasted less than a heartbeat before the fabric kissed closed again. A glimpse no man was ever meant to see... which made it ten times more sinful.

The specific, natural sway of a ripe woman who had been padding around her house for hours in clothes that were far too comfortable to be modest—hips rolling seductively, ass rippling and bouncing with every step, thick thighs brushing together with quiet, needy friction, the low waistband riding just low enough to tease the top of her crack and the soft dimples above those lush cheeks.

[My, my, Master,] Taboo purred in the back of his skull. [Lucky boy.]

[You came here for Ashley,] Taboo continued, warm and amused and threaded through his thoughts like smoke. [The girl who’s been holding out for you since that time in the car. And now you’ve been gifted the mother too, before you’ve even had the daughter. Some men spend their whole lives hunting a family like this. You opened a door.]

I noticed, he replied silently, watching the mother move across the room to set her book down on a side table and her wine glass next to it. The blouse shifted as she bent. The chain disappeared deeper between her heavy breasts.

[I reckon,] Taboo mused, [the mother is as submissive as her daughter. Women carry these things in the same bones. And did I mention she’s a single mother? No husband. No ring. A woman raising a daughter alone reads her own life differently than women who aren’t. You know how hungry they are underneath all that taking-care-of-their-children composure.]

He could already imagine what Taboo was painting for him... Ashley and her mother all submissively on their knees calling him their Master and on his cock. It would surely be his first submissive dual.

She straightened, turned back toward him, and smiled—that small, flustered smile that made her full, kiss-swollen lips look even softer and more inviting, while her heavy breasts rose and fell with each quick breath— the low waistband of her lounge pants riding even lower, teasing more of that smooth skin and the top of her ass crack while her thick thighs rubbed together with slow, sensual friction.

I bet ARIA knew, he thought. Knew Ashley was out. Knew exactly what time she’d be out, and for how long, and with whom. I bet she dropped me in this specific neighborhood at this specific hour because she wanted me to meet the mother first.]

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