CH 79: A Milf

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I intentionally didn't cast a charm to alert Appoline, curious how she would react to catching her daughter being taken from her forbidden hole.

When Appoline made herself known, I could always claim that I miscasted the spell because of my excitement.

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{[Now]}

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It's not every day I took a sexy veela from backdoor in the hearing range of her mother.

I couldn't help but feel excited as I rammed deep into Fleur's tight hole, enjoying the sensation itself and the probabilities the moment contained equally, her cries echoing in the room, reaching Appoline's ears without the silencing charm I assured Fleur about its existence.

"You're so delicious," I moaned even as I spanked her bottom hard, adding another layer of painful pleasure to Fleur, who was crying and moaning without the slightest effort to contain her voice.

However, despite my words, the excitement that was booming in my heart was only partly about Fleur.

The other part was because of the footsteps closing in…

I was curious about how Appoline would react. From what I had observed during their talk, Appoline was much closer to the idea of Veela that most people had in their mind, hedonist and selfish, more than willing to use her natural abilities to attain a comfortable life, unlike her daughter who had done her best to make her mark through her own abilities.

Appoline's lack of respect toward the institution of marriage had been clear in her reaction when she realized Fleur had a wealthy lover on the side, so I didn't expect her to react too negatively.

What I expected was a vindictive intrusion, gleeful in her apparent superiority over her daughter.

So, when she stayed at the doorway, trying to stay inconspicuous rather than barging inside, I was surprised.

We weren't directly facing the doorway and the corridor was dim, allowing Fleur to stay unaware. Even I could only see Appoline from the corner of my eye, though I had to keep it short to avoid her attention.

A pity, considering she was still wearing that revealing lingerie that hid only the bare minimum, revealing her mature curves to my eye.

Luckily, my alternative was to pay attention to Fleur, Appoline's younger version, who was busy tightening around my shaft. Her tits bounced with each push, her moans and whimpers filling the room.

When I pulled her hair back, her moans only intensified, her pouty lips curling attractively with each cry.

I couldn't help but grunt as she tightened around my presence even further, filling my heart with desire.

Seeing that Appoline had no intention of bursting in, I sent another fleeting gaze toward the door, but failed to notice her presence.

A pity that she had left so early, I thought with a disappointed sigh, and was about to turn my attention back to Fleur when I realized I was still being affected by two different sources of allure, both of them close. A more careful look around the room revealed the source.

Appoline was sitting in front of me, relying on a weak notice-me-not charm on the couch to avoid my gaze. Clever, I thought even as I examined her perfect MILF body, her amazing breasts barely hidden by her transparent nightie, her long legs providing me with an amazing view… Though seeing that she still had a wine glass in her hand made it clear that her tipsy state influenced the decision quite a bit.

Appoline calmly watching her daughter having sex was a surprise. Even though she had given a rather liberal impression, I was at most expecting a playful barge.

Having learned that she was a voyeur was a surprise, though not as much as when she parted her legs to reveal her glistening lips, slowly caressing herself even as she enjoyed the wine.

That was one naughty minx, I thought, using the full range of my Occlumency to hide my shock. Appoline wasn't really careful since she clearly overestimated her spellcasting ability, too used to bewitching weaklings.

She was lucky that Fleur was in no condition to actually pay attention to the situation.

With that, I turned my attention back to Fleur once more. If Appoline wanted to have a show, it would be rude for me to ignore that need under the circumstances.

And the first show I wanted to provide her with was just how naughty her daughter had become.

I pulled out of Fleur without a warning and stood up, leaving a gaping hole and a disappointed gasp in my absence.

"What happened?" Fleur asked pitifully. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, honey," I said even as I leaned to give a not-so-gentle pat on her bottom before walking toward the other couch, one that would provide Appoline with the best view of the situation.

I sat down, my legs parted before starting to talk. "I just wanted to do things a bit differently. Why don't you come to me and we can continue."

"Of course," Fleur said enthusiastically, but when she tried to stand up, she realized that her legs weren't obeying her.

"You can always crawl," I said helpfully, to which Fleur nodded enthusiastically and followed my directions. It was a good image, a supernaturally-sexy blonde crawling on all fours obediently just to continue tasting my shaft despite the small wince that appeared whenever she moved her bottom. However, as much as I liked the scene, the sudden frown that appeared on Appoline's face was even more arousing, especially since she hadn't stopped fingering herself.

Someone was clearly unhappy about her daughter taking the submissive position. "Stay on your knees," I warned her even as I drew my wand and cast a cleaning spell on my shaft. Combined, my request from her was clear.

Fleur didn't delay for a second before capturing my shaft between her lips, her lips moving back and forth as she tried to take me as deep as possible with a limited range of success.

Initially, I was planning to allow her to set the pace, but Appoline's sudden frown changed my mind. I pushed Fleur's head down without a warning, lodging my length in her throat in a moment despite her tightness.

She gagged and wheezed, but I only allowed her to pull out when the lack of breath started to get overwhelming.