She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 495: Family or Power?(1)

Natalia took a deep breath and walked toward Alex with slow, deliberate steps, her elegant gown flowing around her mature, voluptuous body.

She stopped right in front of him, her eyes giving him a long, lingering look. Her gaze traveled shamelessly down his powerful, naked frame... from his broad shoulders and defined abs to his still-hard, thick cock standing proudly between his legs, glistening with a mix of cum and Sophia’s juices.

For a moment, she couldn’t look away.

Then she snapped out of it, forcing her eyes back to his face.

"Why did you do that to my son?" she demanded, her voice sharp but slightly strained, trying to maintain her authority.

Alex remained completely calm, staring straight into her eyes without saying a word at first. His gaze was intense, piercing, as if he could see right through her carefully constructed mask... past the anger, past the matriarchal composure, straight into the conflicted desire she was trying so hard to hide.

Natalia felt exposed under that stare. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as heat spread through her body.

Finally, Alex spoke, his voice low and teasing.

"Why do you think I did it?"

He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his fingers, forcing her to keep looking at him. His touch was light but commanding. Then his hand slowly lowered, tracing down her neck, over the plunging neckline of her gown, feeling the soft swell of her breasts through the fabric, before stopping just above her navel.

Natalia trembled visibly as his finger traced her skin through the thin material. A wave of unwanted desire rushed through her body.

She cursed herself internally for being so weak before him... his mere touch was enough to make her legs feel unsteady and her core throb with need.

"Don’t you know the history between your dear son and me?" Alex asked softly, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. "You must have known, right?"

Natalia unconsciously nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Then Alex’s hand slid lower, slipping under the hem of her elegant gown, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her thigh.

"What do you think... didn’t he deserve this?" he murmured, voice low and teasing as his hand moved higher.

"What are you doing—?!" Natalia suddenly regained her composure. She grabbed his wrist and threw his hand away with surprising strength, glaring at him with a mix of fury and embarrassment.

She knew about their history, of course she did. She had done thorough research long ago. Her son deserved everything he had endured today... and more... for the atrocities he had committed during his college years.

But how could she admit that so openly?

Marcus, who had finally felt a wave of relief that his mother would punish that bastard, was already imagining all the ways he would take revenge for the torment he had gone through today.

But suddenly, he became suspicious.

His swollen eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction between his mother and Alex.

Something felt... wrong.

’Why is Mother wasting time talking instead of killing that bastard...?’ Marcus thought to himself, his swollen eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Alex looked toward Marcus, noticing the fading hope of revenge in his eyes, then turned his gaze back to Natalia Steele... angry, powerful, and damn beautiful.

In one smooth, dominant motion, he gripped her waist firmly and turned her around, forcing her to sit on his lap.

Natalia’s eyes widened in shock as she felt his thick, still-hard cock press directly against her through the thin fabric of her gown. The heat and hardness of it made her body tense instantly.

"What the fuck are you doing...?"

Two voices rang out at the same time... one meek and trembling, the other filled with pure shock and disbelief.

Marcus stared in utter disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of him. His mother... the powerful, commanding Natalia Steele... was now sitting on Alex’s lap, her elegant gown hiked up as his thick, hard cock pressed against her.

He tried to stand up, but his broken body refused to obey. His arms shook violently as he collapsed back to the floor, blood still dripping from his wounds.

"Mother... what’s going on...?" Marcus rasped, his voice cracking with confusion, pain, and betrayal. "Why... why are you letting him...?"

’How is this possible...?’

He couldn’t believe his eyes. If his mother truly wanted to, she could kill that bastard in one blow. So why... why was this happening?

Seeing the shocked face of her son, Natalia tried to resist, attempting to push herself up from Alex’s lap.

But before she could use force, Alex’s hand was already sliding between the folds of her gown. His strong fingers grabbed her smooth thigh possessively.

"You still haven’t answered my question," he whispered into her ear, his voice low and mocking. "And since you knew everything your dear son was up to... and you still didn’t stop him... you deserve to be punished more than him, don’t you think?"

Natalia’s breathing became rapid and shallow, her mind struggling to process anything as Alex’s hand continued its journey. His fingers finally reached her dripping, pantyless pussy, brushing against her wet folds.

"You already came prepared, huh?" Alex whispered teasingly into her ear, his voice low and mocking. "No panties... what a pervert."

Natalia’s body jolted as his finger brushed against her wet folds. Before she could react, he pushed one thick finger inside her, making her almost jump in his lap. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as her walls clenched around the invading digit.

Alex chuckled softly, slowly curling his finger inside her while his thumb brushed against her swollen clit.

"Look at you... already soaking wet for me," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "You came here dressed like this, hoping I’d fuck you thoroughly, didn’t you?"

Natalia’s mind was in chaos.

She had come prepared... pantyless, wearing her most seductive gown, ready to seduce or confront Alex and take control. She had fantasized about getting fucked by him so thoroughly that she would forget everything else. But she never expected to see her son in this broken, bloodied state.

And now... she was sitting helplessly on his lap, his thick finger buried deep inside her leaking pussy, slowly pumping in and out while her own son watched in horror.

She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape, but her body betrayed her... hips twitching slightly against his hand as unwanted pleasure surged through her.

Marcus’s eyes widened in pure horror as he saw Alex’s hand disappear under his mother’s gown.

He saw the way Natalia’s body jolted, the way her face flushed with a mix of shock and unwanted pleasure. The realization hit him like a hammer.

"Mother—!!" Marcus screamed, his voice raw and broken with disbelief and rage. "What the fuck is he doing to you?! Get away from him—!!"

His scream echoed through the room, filled with pain and desperation as he tried once again to push himself up, only to collapse helplessly.

Natalia felt a wave of deep shame wash over her. Her cheeks burned as she realized her own son was witnessing this... her body reacting to Alex’s touch while she sat on his lap like some common whore.

But there was something else there too.

A strange, forbidden thrill passed through her body before she could stop it. Being watched by her battered, broken, and humiliated son while being handled and dominated so helplessly... it sent an unwanted spark of heat straight to her core.

She shook her head sharply, trying to throw those dark thoughts away. But once they had entered her mind, they refused to leave. Her eyes started shining with a dangerous, unwilling lust as the twisted idea took root deeper.

She had done it with her husband watching a few times and always loved those moments... but this was the first time she was in front of her son, and the thrill was on another level.

’Do it, Natalia... Give up... Enjoy...’

The thought came from nowhere, filthy and wrong, yet it refused to fade.

’Can I back out from here without offending Alex?’ she thought to herself. The answer came immediately: ’No.’

And if he was gone, so would her chance to attain the unattainable heights she had been yearning for so long. For that, she had to sacrifice a few things.

’But your son is already broken... what would happen to him if you commit such a taboo? What would happen to his state of mind? Can he ever recover after this...?’

She glanced at Marcus’s battered form and rationalized it coldly.

’Well... he will not die.’

And can’t you make him forget whatever happens here today?

’Yes... I can manipulate him. I can do this...’

Alex noticed the changing expression on Natalia’s face... the conflict, the unwilling lust, the way her eyes were starting to glaze over with desire.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.

He turned his head toward Marcus, who was desperately trying to crawl toward the bed, using every last bit of strength to separate them, but his broken body refused to obey. He could only drag himself a few inches before collapsing again, breathing heavily.

"Marcus," Alex said calmly, his voice carrying across the room with dark amusement, "your punishment hasn’t ended yet."

He laughed shamelessly, his hand still inside Natalia.

"Why don’t you take it easy and stop struggling uselessly? Just sit back and watch how I eat your mother up..."

Alex’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he added the final blow.

"And one more thing... you should start calling me father from now on."