My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 42: It Is Time For Juice (II) (18+)

Jason lay next to Marinette beneath the blanket, contemplating the repercussions of his choice. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, sensing the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her nightdress, which had shifted slightly during her earlier movements.

Blushing slightly for the first time ever, he thought to himself:

’Wow... It’s even softer than the others.’

At first, she remained still, still under the influence of the alcohol they had shared earlier. His fingers traced upward along her leg as he lifted the hem of the dress higher to reveal more of her smooth skin. He moved closer to her and let his hand slide between her thighs, brushing against the soft cotton of her underwear.

A quiet sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes stayed closed. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, Jason hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and gently pulled them down, sliding them off her legs until they rested at her ankles.

He silently tossed them aside on the bed as his own arousal pressed against his trousers.

With careful intention, he parted her legs slightly and returned his hand to explore the warmth between them, finding her folds already somewhat moist. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles over her clitoris, applying just enough pressure to draw another soft moan from her, though she remained unaware of his actions.

Her body reacted instinctively as her hips twitched faintly under his touch, causing his arousal to intensify. He leaned in closer and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing his lips down to her collarbone while his fingers continued their exploration, briefly slipping inside to feel the increasing wetness.

Marinette mumbled something unintelligible as her head shifted slightly on the pillow, but she remained asleep, lost in a haze of intoxication and exhaustion. Taking this as a sign to continue, Jason used his free hand to undo his belt and lower his pants, freeing his erect penis. He stroked himself once to relieve the tension.

He then positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wider with his knees, and aligned himself with her entrance.

Slowly, he pushed inside her, inch by inch, feeling her muscles tighten around him in a way that sent waves of pleasure through his body. She was tight and wet, her body adjusting to him despite being unconscious, and he let out a quiet groan at the sensation, pausing briefly to savor it.

"...She’s not waking up? Interesting. How strong was that whiskey? It didn’t affect me at all?"

He began to move gently, pulling back and sliding in again, establishing a rhythm that barely caused any movement on the large king-sized bed beneath them. The blanket muffled the sounds of their bodies connecting, but Jason could hear the wet slapping of skin growing louder with each motion.

Marinette’s breathing became quicker, and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he increased his pace slightly, gripping her hips to guide her movements.

Leaning over her, he cupped one of her breasts through the fabric of her dress, sucking on the nipple until it hardened under his tongue, which drew another moan from her. Her body arched faintly in response to the stimulation, even in her sleep, and Jason felt her vagina tighten around him, urging him deeper.

Jason pushed harder now, unable to fully restrain himself as his testicles slapped against her with each forward movement, the friction creating an intense heat between them. Sweat formed on his forehead as he watched her face, searching for any sign that she was waking up, but she remained blissfully unaware for the moment.

Jason lost himself in the rhythm, thrusting into her with growing intensity, his mind focused solely on the pleasure of her body enveloping him.

Suddenly, Marinette’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze initially unfocused as the sensations pulled her from sleep.

He was shocked.

"Ah. About time..."

She blinked several times, trying to clear the fog in her mind, and then realization hit her as she felt the fullness inside her, the steady thrust of her stepson’s cock driving into her. Her hands instinctively moved to push against his chest, but the alcohol dulled her reflexes, making her movements weak and uncoordinated.

"Jason? What... what are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely, confused, but even as the words left her lips, a wave of unexpected pleasure swept through her, causing her to gasp instead of protest further.

He paused briefly as his eyes met hers, but the hunger in his expression remained, and he resumed his thrusts silently, now slower to gauge her reaction. Marinette’s mind spun as fragments of the evening flashed before her: the drinks, the laughter, the trust she had placed in him, but now this violation shattered that trust, yet her body betrayed her, tightening around him as if welcoming the intrusion.

She tried to find the strength to push him away as her fingers curled into his shirt, but the sensation of his thick cock stretching and filling her completely sent waves of ecstasy from her core, weakening her resolve. The room spun slightly from the lingering effects of the wine, blurring her thoughts, and she found herself unable to form a clear demand for him to stop.

A soft moan rose from her throat, escaping involuntarily as he adjusted his hips to reach a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. Jason noticed the change in her as her resistance faded into hesitant acceptance, and he leaned down to kiss her neck, his hands exploring her body to intensify the sensations.

"Shh, just feel it," he whispered against her skin.

Marinette’s head fell back onto the pillow, her eyes half-closed as conflicting emotions battled within her. Her core throbbed around him, slick with increasing wetness, and she moved her hips tentatively, testing the pleasure that came with matching his thrusts.

The friction grew stronger with each in-and-out motion, sending jolts through her nerves. She bit her lip to hold back another moan, but it escaped anyway, louder this time.

Jason took this as encouragement and quickened his pace, driving into her with forceful strokes that made the bed creak beneath them. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as their bodies moved in sync, as if they had done this countless times before.

The alcohol dulled her judgment, turning her rational protests into instinctive surrender. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. Pleasure built steadily, coiling tightly in her belly, and she lost focus on everything except the way he moved inside her, hitting every sensitive spot with precision.

"Oh god," she breathed, her voice trembling, then, caught in a haze of desire, she cried out, "Harder, Jason, harder!"

Her words surprised even her, bursting from a primal part of her mind craving more of the overwhelming sensations.

Jason’s eyes widened briefly at her command, but he immediately obeyed, gripping her hips firmly and thrusting into her with renewed energy. His deep, powerful strokes shook her entire body with each impact, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room alongside her rising cries of pleasure.