Regina felt a strange mix of horror and desire coiling in her stomach. The words he spoke, the way he touched himself, it was all so wrong—and yet, she couldn't look away. Her heart raced as Julian's strokes grew faster.
"Don't make me wait, Mother," Julian whispered.
Regina's eyes met his, and she knew she had reached a point of no return. With trembling hands, she reached up to cup her breasts. She leaned in, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
Julian watched her as she guided one of her soft breasts to his throbbing erection. The softness of her skin brushed against the sensitive tip, and he groaned at the contact.
She pressed her breast more firmly against him, moving it slowly along his length. The wetness at his tip smeared against her softness, making her cheeks burn even hotter.
"You feel so good," Julian growled, his eyes closed shut in pleasure.