A shower with his hot mom

Hypnotic Corruption – A Mother's Shower Baptism

The bathroom steamed like a jungle grotto, thick vapors curling around Reya's naked form as she adjusted the shower knobs. Beads of condensation slid down the fogged glass enclosure, mirroring the sweat already forming between her heavy breasts. She hummed some forgotten pop song as she tested the water temperature—completely unaware of the predator lurking just beyond the door.

Aslan watched through the cracked doorway, his golden eyes tracking every movement. The way her toned back muscles flexed as she reached up to tie her auburn hair. The hypnotic sway of her heart-shaped ass—still miraculously firm for a woman in her early forties. The way her thick thighs rubbed together slightly when she stepped under the spray, her soft moan of pleasure at the hot water hitting her skin.

Perfect.

He let the towel around his waist drop with deliberate slowness.

"Mom?" Aslan called, feigning innocence as he pushed the door open fully. "Mind if I join you? Dad's always saying we should conserve water."

Reya's head snapped around, her emerald eyes widening as they raked over his naked form. Her mouth opened—to protest, to scream, to something—but the words died in her throat as she got an eyeful of his thick, already-half-hard cock swaying between his legs.

"Aslan!" she gasped, hastily covering her breasts with one arm while the other hand dropped between her thighs in a futile attempt at modesty. "What are you—we can't—this isn't—"

A low, guttural hum vibrated in Aslan's chest—the first trigger.

Reya's pupils dilated instantly, her breath hitching as the pink haze of his influence washed through her mind. Her arms dropped limply to her sides, her ripe body fully on display under the shower spray. Water cascaded over her heavy breasts, her pink nipples pebbling instantly from more than just the temperature change.

"Of course we can, Mom," Aslan murmured, stepping into the shower behind her. The glass door clicked shut with finality. "We're just being eco-conscious."

His hard throbbing boner pressed against the swell of the redhead milf's fat ass as he reached around her for the body wash. Reya shuddered but didn't pull away—couldn't pull away, not with his hypnotic hold sinking its claws deeper into her psyche with every passing second.

Aslan squeezed a generous amount of jasmine-scented gel into his palms. "Let me wash your back," he offered, his voice layered with compulsion.

Reya's breath came in shallow pants as his soapy hands slid over her shoulders. "A-Aslan, this isn't..." Her protest trailed off into a moan as his thumbs dug into the knots along her spine.

"Shhh," he soothed, his erection bobbing against the cleft of her ass with every movement. "Just relax."

His hands drifted lower, massaging the gel into every inch of her skin. Down the elegant slope of her back. Over the swell of her hips. Up the sides of her ribcage until his thumbs just barely grazed the undersides of her breasts.

Reya gasped, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "We...we shouldn't..."

Another hum—deeper this time, vibrating through her body where they touched.

The last of her resistance melted away like the soap suds sliding down her stomach.

Aslan's hands finally cupped her heavy breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as water sluiced between them. "So beautiful," he murmured against her ear, rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

Reya moaned, her hips pushing back instinctively, seeking friction against his throbbing length. The hypnotic triggers had her floating in a pleasurable haze, but her body remembered the morning's activities even if her mind didn't.

Aslan smirked, one hand drifting lower, past her quivering stomach, through the auburn curls at the apex of her thighs—

Knock knock.

The sudden rapping at the bathroom door shattered the moment like glass.

"Aslan? Reya?" His father's voice called through the wood. "You guys almost done in there? I need to shave."

Reya jerked as if electrocuted, the shock of reality breaking through Aslan's hold. Her eyes widened in horror as she took in their position—her son's hands all over her naked body, his rock-hard cock pressed against her ass.

"O-Oh god—" she gasped, scrambling forward until the voluptuous milf's back hit the tiled wall. The water had gone lukewarm, doing nothing to cool the feverish blush spreading across her chest.

Aslan clicked his tongue.

So close.

Another low hum started in his chest—but Reya clapped her hands over her ears, her eyes wild.

"No! No more of your—your witchcraft!" she hissed, her voice trembling. "Get out! Get out right now!"

For a moment, they stood frozen—mother and son locked in a silent battle of wills, steam curling around them like spectral witnesses.

Then Aslan smiled.

"Sure thing, Mom," he said easily, reaching past her to turn the water off. "But remember..." His hand brushed her hip as he stepped out, his voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear. "You wanted this too."

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving Reya alone with her racing thoughts and traitorous body. Her fingers trembled as they drifted between her thighs, coming away slick with more than just shower water.

Outside, Aslan toweled off with deliberate slowness, his golden eyes glowing with predatory satisfaction.

Round one to me.