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Anne Gilligan felt like she had simply been going through the motions the past few days. Ever since the incident within the Lochxen Forest, she hadn't really known how to act. Her entire routine had been thrown into disarray. All because of one young man she had 'been with' a single time.

Don't get her wrong, she worried for the students who were in danger during that incident. But when she sat watching the screens that projected it all, watching what should have been an entertaining viewing turn into something terrible, what she felt wasn't just sympathy for the students' plights. She felt a pang in her heart. A pang that caused it to ache harder than it ever had in her decades of living.

Anne was married and she liked to think she cared for her husband. Whatever their circumstances were now, at some point, maybe the first few years after they had Lea, they had been happy.

So it was especially jarring when the memory of the short time she spent with Caius, swept all that away as easily as a pile of sand on a windy day.

Anne had rationalized it in many ways since that day. She had considered it was precisely because it was a single day. A one-time thing. At least thus far.

Because, as happy as she had been in her marriage, it hadn't been a single day of rutting, delicious pleasure. Hell, pleasure had hardly been existent. No, it had been many years of long suffering. Of taking the bit of good with a lot of bad.

And as far as Lea was concerned, that was real life.

Real life is mostly sad. It's mostly discontent. It's mostly pain. It's what makes the little moments of true, pure happiness all the more impactful.

A situation where all that one experiences is only joy and pleasure over and over again isn't real. It's nothing more than a fantasy. Something you build up in your head to an insane degree to where nothing—especially real life—can match up to. It's a made-up ideal that you compare to actual real experiences.

It's unhealthy and must be curbed with self-control. At least, that was what Anne believed.

She didn't know who Caius was. She didn't know what his convictions were or what he was capable of besides making her orgasm multiple times. There was so much that was still a mystery about him.

The image in her head of him—A pleasure lord whose entire body could get her lost in desire—was not ideal. Because if she got to know him better, who could say what she would find?

The thing was though, it didn't matter how good her points were and it didn't matter that Caius wasn't 'ideal'. What mattered was how he had made her feel. The glorious pleasure she could still feel coursing through her body, causing it to tingle whenever she thought of him.

And yet, frustratingly, as vivid as the memory was, she could not use it to bring herself to climax. Caius had robbed her of that ability. He had set the bar so high in her own body that not even she could match up to it.

He had made her an addict. And two days ago, the thought that she would be denied her next fix was what was most prevalent in Anne's mind as she watched Caius get struck down.

And then she felt ashamed.

An eighteen-year-old—with his life still stretched far before him—was fighting for his life and all she could think about was herself and her pleasure.

That shame was part of the reason Anne never sought Caius out. And when he didn't seek her out himself, she couldn't even find it in herself to be upset. She just accepted it as punishment for her terrible thoughts and tried to keep her mind busy with other things.

She had always been someone who threw herself into her work. It helped her avoid troubles in her life and marriage but it didn't really help her here.

When she worked from home, over the weekend, it had been better. However, when she went to her office this morning, she realized she had made an oversight; This place actually reminded her of Caius even more.

Forget taking her mind off him, she was sure she could still smell his wonderful scent. Of course, she couldn't. But it certainly felt like she could.

So she left her office and returned home, hoping for some solace.

And that was when she heard the sound. The unmistakable sound of groaning. Sounds of pleasure.

Naturally, she followed the sound to its source. And it was Lea's room. This was an oddity. For as long as they had shared this private residence, this had never happened before so it especially caught Anne's attention.

She was going to ignore it—as it was none of her business—but stopped when she caught that wonderful scent that just chased her from her office. Only she was sure this wasn't in her head. So rather than knock, Anne grabbed the doorknob and twisted so the door opened a crack that she could use to peer in.

And sure enough, right there on the bed at the center of the room, was Anne on her back. Well, technically not actually on her back as she wasn't actually lying on the bed but instead arching toward the ceiling while pulling at her bedsheets.

Lea's sumptuous thighs blocked the person between her legs but Anne knew exactly who it was. His scent was all the more prevalent now. So prevalent that Anne's brain didn't at first register that she was seeing her daughter in a way she never had before.

Of course, she had seen Lea naked before. There were things they kept from one another but their nude bodies were not one of those things. However, Anne had never seen Lea's body like this. She had never seen those large breasts—only slightly smaller than hers—tremble as Lea spasmed in orgasmic throes.

Anne watched as Caius rose from in-between Lea's legs and worked his way up her body so they could kiss. She watched Caius grab hold of Lea's breasts and despite their size, he somehow appeared capable of handling the mass.

He fondled the beautiful funbags and Lea moaned into their kiss while thrusting her chest forward to press her breasts even harder into his hands.

Anne could just imagine how that felt. Unconsciously, she raised one of her hands and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it through her shirt and the cup of her bra.

For the first time since she and Caius were together, she was able to somewhat replicate how good she remembered Caius's touch on her body was. The view she had her eyes locked on got her so hot that replicating the feel of Caius's touch didn't seem totally impossible.

A particularly hard squeeze, during which Anne pressed down particularly hard on her nipple, caused her to feel so good, that she nearly moaned out loud. She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound while stopping it before it could really build up in her throat.

Anne had no idea why she hadn't been spotted yet but she wished to keep it that way. Due to her shame, this might just be the most she got to see of Caius, so she was determined to savor the moment.

She took her hand off her mouth and trailed it down, bending over ever so slightly so she could reach and grab the hem of her pencil skirt and begin to pull it up her body.

The view she was being treated also evolved.

At some point, Lea reached down and quickly undid the buckles of Caius's pants, placing her hand against his chest to push him until he hit the bed. And then she grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them off, tossing them aside with her eyes on the large rod that was his cock. And after a period of admiration, she grabbed it and stroked it.

The way Lea's fingers flexed around the girthy member told Anne just how hard her daughter was gripping it and the way Caius groaned and jerked his hip upward to thrust his cock even deeper into Lea's hand told Anne just how good it must have felt.

The stroking went on for a while and Anne, as though in a trance, continued to lift her skirt. As tight and snug as it was against her lower half, the material allowed some maneuvering. For example, it didn't force Lea's legs close when she had it around her thighs. And it also didn't force her thighs close as Anne finally pulled it up to her crotch.

There, the Magi-History Professor, pulled her panties to the side with her eyes locked onto the scene before her. She watched her daughter bow her head and take the large head of the cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed to showcase just how intensely she was sucking on it.

'Oh, gods!' Anne groaned in her head.

And, never taking her eyes off that view of her daughter pleasuring their technically shared lover, Anne Gilligan plunged two fingers as deep inside her pussy as she possibly could.

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