In the soft glow of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of Madolyna's bedroom, Jaynor and his adoptive mother lay sprawled across the massive four-poster bed. The sheets were twisted and tangled around their naked bodies, evidence of the wild night they'd just shared. Madolyna, a stunning woman in her early forties, wasn't Jaynor's birth mother—she'd taken him in as a baby after his real parents died in a dark magic attack. She'd raised him like her own, but lately, things had turned heated between them. Her long, dark hair fanned out over the pillows, her full breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Sweat still glistened on her curvy figure, her hips wide and inviting, her skin flushed from hours of passion. Jaynor, eighteen and built like a young athlete from all his wizard training, was draped half over her, one hand lazily cupping her breast, his head resting on her shoulder. His messy brown hair stuck to his forehead, and a satisfied smirk played on his lips even in his half-sleep. The air smelled of sex and magic—spells they'd whispered to heighten the pleasure, making every touch electric.
Madolyna's bedroom was luxurious, fit for the head of a powerful wizard family. The walls were lined with ancient bookshelves filled with spellbooks and glowing crystals. A massive fireplace crackled softly in the corner, though the fire had died down during their romp. The bed itself was enchanted to be extra soft, almost like floating on clouds, which had made their positions even more adventurous. They'd started slow, with Madolyna teasing him in her silky nightgown, but it escalated fast. Jaynor had pinned her down, thrusting deep while she moaned his name, her legs wrapped around his waist. Then she flipped him over, riding him hard, her breasts bouncing as she ground against him. They'd gone at it for hours—missionary, doggy, her on top, even using a levitation spell to try something mid-air. By the end, Jaynor had exploded inside her twice, and she'd come undone multiple times, her body shaking with release. Now, they were both spent, limbs entangled, her hand resting on his thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles near his spent cock.
A sharp bell rang from downstairs, echoing through the grand house like a warning. It was the family arrival bell, signaling that the rest of the relatives were at the door. Madolyna's eyes snapped open, her blue eyes wide with panic. "Oh no," she whispered, sitting up quickly. The sheets slid off her, revealing her naked form—pert nipples, smooth stomach, and the faint red marks where Jaynor's hands had gripped her hips too tight. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was nearly noon. "The family's here early! Jaynor, get up!"
Jaynor groaned, not moving an inch. He was still in that post-sex haze, his body heavy and relaxed. "Five more minutes, Mom," he mumbled, using the term that now carried a whole new layer of forbidden thrill. His hand reached out blindly, trying to pull her back down. "Come on, one more round..."
Madolyna swatted his hand away, her cheeks flushing—not from embarrassment, but from the rush of getting caught. She wasn't ashamed of what they did; it felt right in their twisted way, but the family couldn't know. Not yet. She hopped out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. "No time, you lazy boy! They'll be inside any second." She grabbed her robe from the chair, slipping it on hurriedly. It was thin silk, clinging to her curves, but she didn't have time for proper clothes. Her hair was a mess, sex-tousled, and she quickly ran her fingers through it.
Jaynor just rolled over, burying his face in the pillow that still smelled like her perfume and their mingled scents. "Let 'em wait. I'm comfy."
Madolyna huffed, waving her wand—which she'd snatched from the nightstand. A soft blue light glowed from the tip. "Fine, if you won't move, I'll make you." She muttered a quick teleportation spell, Araelinus Dramorti!"
In a swirl of sparkles, Jaynor vanished from her bed and reappeared in his own room down the hall. She heard a distant thud and a curse from him, but she didn't have time to laugh. The bell rang again, more insistent.
Downstairs, Madolyna rushed to the front door of their sprawling manor house. It was a magical estate on the outskirts of the wizarding village, hidden from non-magic folk by powerful wards. The door was massive oak, carved with protective runes. She took a deep breath, smoothed her robe one last time, and swung it open. There stood the rest of the family: her sister Eliza, Eliza's husband Tom, their two kids—a boy of sixteen named Finn and a girl of fourteen named Lila—and Madolyna's own brother, Uncle Harold, with his wife Aunt Greta.
"Maddy! There you are!" Eliza exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. Eliza was a few years younger, with similar dark hair but shorter, and a slimmer build. She wore practical wizard robes, carrying a basket of enchanted pies that smelled like apple and cinnamon. "We rang twice—thought maybe you were out casting spells or something."
Madolyna forced a smile, hoping her face wasn't too flushed. "Sorry, I was... napping. Late night brewing potions." She stepped aside, letting them in. The foyer was grand, with floating candles and a staircase that wound up to the bedrooms.
Tom clapped her on the shoulder, his beard bushy and graying. He was a burly man, a retired Arknight who now taught defense classes. "No worries, love. We're just glad to be here. Kids are excited for lunch."
Finn and Lila bounded in, Finn tall and lanky like his dad, Lila with pigtails and a mischievous grin. "Aunt Maddy, did you make your famous stew?" Lila asked, eyes wide.
"Of course, sweetie," Madolyna said, ruffling her hair. Uncle Harold and Aunt Greta followed, Harold carrying a bottle of firewhiskey, Greta with a tray of cookies.
"House looks great as always," Harold boomed, his voice loud like thunder. He was Madolyna's older brother, broad-shouldered with a mustache that twitched when he talked. Greta, plump and kind-faced, nodded agreement.
They all moved to the dining room, a long hall with a massive table set for lunch. Madolyna had prepared most of it with magic earlier—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh bread, salads, and that stew Lila loved. As they settled in, Jaynor finally appeared, sauntering down the stairs in casual robes, his hair still messy but at least he was dressed. He shot Madolyna a wink when no one was looking, making her heart skip.
"Jaynor! My boy!" Uncle Harold stood and pulled him into a bear hug. "Look at you, third year at the academy already. Heard you're acing charms class."
Jaynor grinned, hugging back. "Yeah, Uncle H. Charms are easy. It's the potions that kick my ass."
"Language!" Aunt Greta scolded lightly, but she smiled as she passed him a cookie.
Everyone took seats around the table. Madolyna at the head, Jaynor to her right, Eliza and Tom across, kids next to their parents, Harold and Greta at the other end. Floating platters served the food, spoons dipping into bowls and piling plates high.
"So, Maddy, how's life treating you since... well, you know," Eliza asked gently, referring to Madolyna's late husband, who'd died five years ago in a duel.
Madolyna sipped her wine, nodding. "Better every day. The academy keeps me busy—I'm teaching advanced transfiguration now. And Jaynor's a handful, but he's turning into a fine wizard."
Jaynor smirked, forking into his chicken. "Aw, Mom, you're making me blush."
Finn leaned forward, excited. "Jaynor, tell us about the academy! I start next year. Is it true there's a dragon in the forbidden forest?"
Jaynor laughed, chewing. "Nah, that's just a rumor. But there are werewolves and ghosts. Last week, I snuck out and raced broomsticks with some seniors. Beat 'em all."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "Sneaking out? Sounds dangerous. You be careful, lad. Dark forces are stirring again—heard about that rogue wizard in the east?"
Harold nodded gravely. "Aye, Voldemort-types never stay gone. Greta and I warded our house extra strong last month."
Greta shuddered. "Don't scare the kids, dear. Let's talk happy things. Lila, how's school? Made any friends?"
Lila beamed. "Yeah! My best friend Sara can make flowers bloom with her wand already. We're practicing for the academy entrance test."
Eliza smiled proudly. "That's my girl. Finn's been studying non-stop too. He wants to be an Arknight like his dad."
Finn blushed. "Mom..."
The conversation flowed naturally, like any family lunch. They passed food around, clinking glasses. Madolyna refilled plates with a wave of her wand, making the mashed potatoes float over. "More stew, anyone? I added extra herbs this time—good for energy."
Tom took a big scoop. "Delicious as always, Maddy. You should open a restaurant."
Jaynor, under the table, stretched his leg and brushed his foot against Madolyna's calf. She shot him a warning glance, but he just grinned innocently.
"So, Jaynor," Uncle Harold said, wiping his mouth. "Any girls at the academy catching your eye? You're eighteen now—time to think about settling down someday."
Jaynor nearly choked on his bread. "Uh, yeah, a few. But I'm focused on studies." Lie—he was focused on bedding every hot witch he could, starting with his seniors and now... well, Madolyna.
Eliza laughed. "Don't rush him, Harold. Let the boy have fun. Remember when we were young? Maddy and I chased boys all over the village."
Madolyna rolled her eyes. "Speak for yourself. I was the good one."
Greta chuckled. "Oh, please. I remember that summer you two hexed that poor lad who stood you up."
The table erupted in laughter, stories flying back and forth. Lila and Finn listened wide-eyed, soaking up the family tales. Tom shared a war story from his Arknight days, keeping it light for the kids. "And that's how I caught the smuggler—with a simple stunning spell. Moral: always keep your wand ready."
As lunch went on, plates emptied, and they moved to dessert—those pies Eliza brought, warm and flaky. Madolyna stood to clear some dishes, waving her wand to send them floating to the kitchen. Jaynor saw his chance. While everyone was distracted chatting, he slipped behind her, pretending to help.
His hand brushed her lower back, then slid down to cup her ass through the robe. Madolyna stiffened, but didn't pull away. The family was just feet away, laughing about old times. Jaynor squeezed gently, his fingers tracing the curve, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric. "Missed this already," he whispered so only she could hear.
Madolyna whispered back, "Jaynor, stop! They'll see."
But he didn't. His other hand joined, both now groping her firmly, kneading her cheeks like dough. She bit her lip, trying not to react, as she stacked plates. The thrill made his heart race—Uncle Harold was mid-story about a fishing trip, Eliza adding details, no one noticing. Jaynor pressed closer, his body against hers from behind, letting her feel his growing hardness. One hand slipped under the robe's hem, fingers grazing her bare thigh, inching up toward her core, still sensitive from last night.
"Jaynor..." she hissed, but her voice had a hint of want. She shifted, pretending to reach for a glass, which only pushed her ass back into his hands.
He fondled bolder, thumb circling, feeling her get warm. "Just a quick feel, Mom. No one's looking."
Finn glanced over briefly, but Jaynor played it cool, stepping aside like he was just passing a fork. Once eyes were off, he was back, hands roaming. He pinched lightly, making her jump a little, but she covered with a cough.
Finally, as dessert was served, Madolyna sat down quickly, her face pink. Jaynor returned to his seat, smirking, his mind already plotting the next secret encounter.
Lunch wrapped up with more talks—plans for the holidays, academy tips for Finn, and promises to visit more. The family lingered, sipping tea, the kids playing with floating toys Madolyna conjured. It was a perfect, normal family day, but under it all, Jaynor's pervy thoughts bubbled, focused on Madolyna's body and how he'd have her again soon.
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