**AUTHORS NOTE: THE SCHEDULE REMAINS 3/WEEK
"Fuck—take it all, Grandma," Julian groaned, his hands tightening in her hair.
Gregoria knew what was coming—she could feel it—and she knew what she had to do. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip of his cock before swirling slowly around it.
That was all Julian needed.
"Fuck!" he shouted, his orgasm crashing through him, hot and unrelenting. His cock throbbed, unloading thick ropes of cum into her mouth, flooding her with his heat.
Gregoria's eyes widened, a shocked gasp escaping her lips as the first spurt hit her tongue—salty, thick and overwhelming. She flinched but didn't pull away. Her lips stayed locked around him, her throat working to swallow as much as she could.
His cum spilled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her jiggling breasts.
"Nngh!" she gasped, half-gagging, half-moaning. Her hands trembled on his thighs, her pussy wet and aching, caught in the filthy thrill of her grandson's release.
"Grandma…" Julian whispered breathless, his tone almost tender as he pulled out of her mouth.
Gregoria's lips parted, her chest rising and falling heavily as she swallowed the last of him. He stroked himself slow, his eyes locked on her flushed, ssy face.
Her eyes widened again, disbelief cutting through the intensity of the mont.
"What, again?" she whispered, her voice thick and shaky. Before she could speak further, another wave hit.
Julian groaned, stroking faster as he exploded for a second ti. Thick spurts of cum blasted out, splattering across her face—her cheeks, her nose and finally her lips—coating her in a sticky ss.
"Mmh!" she moaned, flinching as it struck, the heat dripping down her neck and mixing with the cum already staining her breasts.
Her eyes squeezed shut, then snapped open, locking onto his with a weak mix of shock and fury. Yet, beneath it all, her pussy soaked the floor, the taboo of their act spiking her arousal with each passing mont.
Julian shuddered, stroking himself empty as the last drops of cum painted her face. Her hands moved up, hovering near her face, caught between wiping it off and letting it stay.
He caught her wrists and pulled them down. "Don't wipe it, Grandma," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Let it stay there."
"Mmh~ ," she gasped, a shaky moan slipping out as his words sank in. The cum clung to her skin, warm and wet, like a mark she couldn't erase. Her face burned hotter, his scent overwhelming her senses, her thighs clenching tight.
She didn't fight his grip, didn't pull away—just stared.
His grin softened as he released her wrists and slid his hands to her face. His fingers pressed into the ss, saring the cum across her cheeks, slow and deliberate.
"You're mine, Grandma," he murmured, his voice rough yet intimate.
Gregoria's breath hitched as his fingers worked, spreading the cum across her skin. Her eyes flared with rage, then dulled, swallowed by a mix of sha and desire.
"You're… a bastard, Julian," she whispered weakly, his scent growing thicker. "Marking like so… so bitch—" Her voice cracked, lips trembling as his thumb traced them, slick with his cum.
He smirked, leaning in closer. "All mine," he whispered, his voice surprisingly tender. "Say it back, Grandma—say you're mine."
"Ahh…" she moaned, then hissed, "Never… you don't own , you twisted boy." Her voice fought, but her body didn't—panting, trembling with unmistakable desire.
"You think… this makes yours?" she shot back, defiant but weak, still daring him even as she drowned.
Julian chuckled. "It does," he said, sliding one cum-slick finger into her mouth, pressing it past her lips.
Gregoria's eyes widened but then her tongue moved. She licked slowly, tasting him, before her lips closed around it, sucking softly, hungrily.
"Mmh," she moaned, her defiance lting as she worked his finger, caught in the filthy, romantic pull of his claim.
Julian laughed, watching her pride crumble. "See? You are mine," he murmured.
Gregoria kept sucking, her tongue swirling around his finger, lost in the mont. Her mind raced—Augustus, her husband was sick in bed, wasting away, and here she was, sucking their grandson's cock, his cum painted across her face.
What am I doing? she thought, but the heat—his taste, his dominance—felt so good, too good to stop. God help , it feels so right, she admitted silently, her pussy aching, her sha twisting into a dark, unstoppable desire as she sucked harder.
Without warning, he pulled his hand away and scooped her up, lifting her off the floor in one swift move.
"What?!" Gregoria gasped, startled, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, clinging tight. "Julian—what are you doing?!" she asked, her voice shaky.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as her body pressed against his silk robe, his cock still hard and brushing her.
He smirked, carrying her effortlessly toward the bed. "What's the point of asking, Grandma?" he teased, his grip tightening on her thighs. "You're already mine—legs around like you can't let go."
Her nightgown hung loose, her breasts bouncing with each step. He reached the bed and tossed her down, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
He climbed over her, his hands fixed beside her head, his eyes burning into hers.
"Why are you fighting so much, Grandma?" he said, low and mocking. "You've already sucked my cock—what excuse can you give yourself now?"
Gregoria's breath hitched, her legs still trembling from the sudden lift. Lifting herself on one elbow, she t his gaze. "Julian, you're just lust reincarnate," she spat. "You'll ruin our family—you're tearing us apart with this… this sickness!"
Julian's expression flickered for a mont and then softened. His hand reached up slow, brushing her hair from her face with a tenderness that clashed with the ss.
"Look at ," he whispered softly, "Look at my eyes, Grandma—is lust all you can see?" He leaned in closer, his gaze oddly assuring.
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