Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

As Hannah's footsteps retreated down the hallway, I could sense her emotional turmoil through our telepathic connection. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps as she processed the complex web of emotions swirling through her mind.

[No...] Hannah's mental voice was thick with growing conflict. Her thoughts spiraled with dark fascination as she processed what she had witnessed.

[I shouldn't think like that...] The understanding made her pussy clench painfully. [What Jack and Mom are doing...] Her mental voice dripped with reluctant arousal. [It's wrong...]

Hannah's thoughts grew darker as she processed the implications. [And I have to save Mom...] The realization made her pussy throb violently. [From Jack's grasp...] Her mental voice was thick with growing frustration.

[But how can I...] The understanding made her pussy clench painfully. [When part of me...] Her thoughts grew darker as she processed the implications. [Wants this too?]

I turned my attention back to Julie, who was still blushing from our intimate shower. The water cascaded down her body, highlighting every curve and contour.

I grabbed the shower gel and began to lather my hands, my eyes locked on her glistening skin. "Turn around," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

Julie hesitated for a moment before complying, her breath hitching as she turned to face the wall. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her body trembled slightly as she anticipated my touch.

I stepped closer, my hands sliding down her back before settling on her ass cheeks. I spread them apart, exposing her well-used asshole to my gaze.

"Relax," I murmured, my voice low and soothing as I began to clean her. My fingers traced the sensitive skin around her asshole, feeling the warmth and softness of her flesh. Julie let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing as I spread the lather gently around her tight entrance.

"You're so dirty here," I teased, my voice carrying a note of dark amusement. "I need to make sure you're properly cleaned." My fingers continued their intimate exploration, circling her asshole before pressing gently against the sensitive skin. Julie's breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling with the force of her emotions.

As I finished cleaning her, Julie turned around, her eyes locked on my cock. She grabbed it firmly, her hands sliding up and down the length as she began to clean me. The sensation was intense, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

"You're so dirty here too," she teased, her voice carrying a note of dark amusement. "I need to make sure you're properly cleaned." Her hands continued their intimate exploration, circling my cock before pressing gently against the sensitive skin. My breath came in sharp gasps, my body trembling with the force of my emotions.

" Hmmm, Julie, please..." I groaned, my voice thick with desire. My hands came up to grip the wall, my fingers trembling slightly as I tried to process the intimacy of the moment.

As we finished washing ourselves, I dried Julie's body with a towel. She wore the robe she had come in with, and I was just wearing a towel around my waist.

Julie said, "What are you doing? Why don't you wear any clothes?"

I replied, "My clothes are in your room..."

Julie said, "Hmm... what about your Space Storage? It must have some spare clothes, right..."

I nodded, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Yeah, it does... but I want to go into your room and take a look at your gay husband, see how he is doing..."

Julie's eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching as she processed my words. "Jack, you can't just barge in there like that," she protested weakly, though her voice lacked real conviction.

I chuckled darkly, enjoying her reaction. "And what if your daughter saw my clothes on your room floor..." I let the implication hang in the air, my eyes locked on Julie's flushed face. "Don't forget, your clothes are also there on the floor."

Julie's face flushed a deeper shade of red, her hands gripping the fabric of her robe slightly. "You're impossible," she muttered, though there was a hint of reluctant arousal in her voice. "You can't just say things like that."

I stepped closer to her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her close. "But I can, can't I?" I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "I think Hannah would be very interested in seeing her mother's clothes on the floor, wouldn't you?"

Julie's breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling slightly as she felt my hands on her. "Jack, please..." she whispered, her voice thick with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "You can't just tease like this... not about Hannah."

I pulled back slightly, my hands sliding down to take hers. "Fine, my dear," I agreed, my voice low and soothing. "For now, let's go see how your husband is doing... and then we'll see about getting dressed, shall we?"

Julie responded, "You are so bad... What if Hannah sees you like this?"

I grinned wickedly, "Wouldn't that be interesting? Seeing her stepdad almost naked, knowing what we just did in the shower?"

Julie's face flushed a deeper shade of red, "Jack, stop it. That's not funny."

I pulled her close, my hands roaming over her body, "But it is a bit, isn't it? The thought of her knowing, of her seeing us like this..."

Julie squirmed in my arms, her breath hitching, "You're terrible. She's our daughter."

I chuckled, my lips brushing against her neck, "And she's not as innocent as you think, Julie. She's curious, just like you."

Julie's breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling, "You can't say things like that. It's not right."

I whispered in her ear, "But it's true, isn't it? You know it as well as I do. She's growing up, discovering things..."

Julie's hands gripped my arms, her voice a mix of frustration and arousal, "Jack, please... not now."

I kissed her deeply, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, "But you love this, don't you? The thrill, the danger of being caught..."

Julie moaned into the kiss, her body melting against mine. "You're impossible... but yes, I do," she admitted, her voice thick with a mix of frustration and arousal.

I grinned, pulling back slightly, my hands still cupping her ass. "That's my girl," I said, my voice low and teasing. "Now, let's go see how your gay husband is doing, shall we?"

Julie nodded, her breath still ragged from our intense encounter. "Yes, let's go," she agreed, though her voice wavered slightly. "But please, put some clothes on."

I chuckled, releasing her from my embrace. "Spoilsport," I teased, though I knew she was right. "Fine, I'll get dressed. For now."

I used my System Storage to retrieve one of my suits—a complete black suit that made me look like an English gentleman. As I put it on, I could feel Julie's eyes on me, her gaze lingering on my form.

"What, are you charmed by my looks?" I asked, a playful smirk on my lips as I adjusted my cuffs.

Julie nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You look very handsome," she admitted, her voice soft.