Sitting on her own son's lap while he was hard would cross a line that she wasn't ready to face yet. So, she slowly lowered herself to her knees on the thick carpet between his legs. The position put her face dangerously close to his crotch. Her nightgown pooled around her thighs as she settled, her hands resting nervously on her lap.
From this angle, she could see the bulge even more prominently.
Julian looked down at her with dark, half-lidded eyes. His hand continued to lazily stroke himself through his trousers for a few more seconds before he finally spoke again.
"Let's start, Mother."
The simple words sent another wave of shameful heat through Olivia's body. My son… my own flesh and blood is telling me to start pleasuring him. The thought made her dizzy with guilt, yet her hands moved anyway.
