Aslan and Reya go to Comic-Con together

Comic Con Corruption – A Mother’s Public Descent

The Costume Reveal

The convention center buzzed with the chaotic energy of thousands of fans, a sea of spandex and body paint stretching as far as the eye could see. But Aslan only had eyes for one woman.

Reya stood before him, her voluptuous body poured into Chun Li’s iconic blue qipao, the fabric straining against her K-cup breasts, the high slit revealing miles of toned thigh wrapped in fishnet stockings. Her ass—God, her ass—was a masterpiece barely contained by the snug shorts beneath the dress, each step making the supple flesh jiggle hypnotically.

Aslan’s cock twitched in his Namor briefs, the scaled green trunks doing nothing to hide the monstrous outline of his erection.

"Mom," he growled, stepping closer, his voice thick with lust. "You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind."

Reya flushed, her emerald eyes darting away as she adjusted her thigh-highs. "Aslan, behave," she hissed, though the way her teeth dug into her lower lip betrayed her.

He grinned.

She loved this.

Loved the way heads turned as she walked, loved the hungry stares of men—and women—drinking in her curves.

But none of them could touch her.

None of them owned her.

He did.

The Tease – A Mother’s Public Humiliation

The crowd pressed around them, a suffocating mass of bodies, but Aslan didn’t care. His hands found Reya’s wide hips, pulling the voluptuous milf back against him as they waited in line for a panel.

"Aslan," she gasped, her breath hitching as his hard throbbing cock grinded against her fat ass.

"Relax, Mom," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "No one’s looking."

A lie.

A challenge.

His fingers dug into her fishnet-clad thighs, hiking the slit of her dress higher, exposing the soft swell of her ass to the warm convention air.

Reya whimpered, her body arching into his touch, her pussy dripping despite herself.

"You like this," he taunted, his fingers dipping beneath her shorts, teasing the damp fabric of her thong. "Like knowing everyone can see how much of a slut you are for your son."

Her moan was stifled, her nails digging into his forearm as his fingers pressed harder.

"Please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper.

Aslan chuckled.

"Please what, Mom?"

Her answer was cut off by the roar of the crowd as the panel doors opened.

The Backroom Breeding – A Mother’s Ultimate Submission

The moment they were alone in a secluded hallway, Aslan pinned Reya against the wall, his mouth crashing into hers, his hands tearing at her costume.

"Mine," he growled between kisses, his fingers hooking into her fishnets, ripping them apart to expose her bare, glistening pussy.

Reya cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist as he lifted her effortlessly, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Wait—" she panted, her eyes wide with fear and lust. "Someone could—"

"Let them watch," Aslan snarled, slamming into her to the hilt.

Reya screamed, her walls clenching around his girth, her body betraying her as she met every thrust with a **** roll of her hips.

The slap of flesh echoed through the hallway, their moans muffled by the distant roar of the convention.

"You feel that, Mom?" Aslan grunted, his hips pounding into her with brutal ****. "Feel how good your son fucks you?"

Reya nodded frantically, her nails scoring his back as her orgasm crested, her pussy flooding his cock with her nectar.

Aslan followed, his release pumping into her womb, his seed marking her irrevocably.

The Aftermath – A Mother’s New Role

When he finally pulled out, Reya collapsed against him, her legs shaking, her costume ruined, her body claimed.

Aslan kissed her forehead, his hands gentle now, worshiping her curves.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

Reya looked up at him, her eyes glassy, her lips swollen.

Then—

She kissed him.

Deep.

****.

Hungry.

Aslan grinned against her luscious lips.

This was just the beginning.