Aslan can't take his mind off Reya's voluptuous sinful body

The Forbidden Intimacy: A Mother’s Submission

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant rustle of leaves outside. Reya sat on the couch, legs curled beneath her, clad in nothing but a silk robe that barely clung to her shoulders. The fabric was thin—too thin—and the swell of her breasts was visible with every breath she took. She pretended to read a book, but her attention was fixed on the hallway, waiting.

Then—footsteps.

Aslan emerged from his room, his bare chest glistening from a recent shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes immediately locked onto her, dark with hunger.

"You’re up late," he murmured, voice rough.

Reya bit her lip, letting the book slip slightly in her lap, the robe just parting enough to reveal the curve of one bare thigh. "Couldn’t sleep."

He didn’t hesitate. In three strides, he was beside her, his fingers brushing the loose tie of her robe. "Need help with that?"

She exhaled shakily, her pulse racing. "Maybe."

The First Touch

His hands were warm, firm, as they slid beneath the silk, tracing the slope of her shoulders, down to the swell of her breasts. Reya arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"You’ve been teasing me all day," Aslan growled, his thumbs circling her nipples, pinching just enough to make her gasp. "Wearing this fucking robe. Walking around half-naked."

She whimpered, her head falling back against the couch. "I-I didn’t think you’d notice."

A dark chuckle. "Liar."

His mouth descended on her neck, sucking, biting, marking her as his. Reya’s fingers tangled in his hair, her hips rolling instinctively.

"You love this," he murmured against her skin, one hand sliding down to grip her thigh, spreading her wider. "Love knowing your son gets hard just looking at you."

Her breath hitched. "A-Aslan—"

"Say it." His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her soaked. "Tell me how much you need this."

Reya shuddered, her body betraying her. "I… I need it."

The Boundaries (and the Breaking of Them)

Aslan yanked the robe open, exposing her fully—her heavy breasts, her trembling stomach, the slick evidence of her arousal.

"You set the rules, mommy," he mused, dragging a finger through her wetness. "No sex. Just touching."

She nodded frantically. "Y-Yes—"

"But look at you," he growled, pressing two fingers inside her, curling them just so. "So fucking wet. So ****."

Reya cried out, her walls clenching around him. "O-Oh God—!"

"You want me to fuck you," he accused, his voice rough with need. "Don’t you?"

Her eyes fluttered shut. "N-No, we—we can’t—"

"Look at me."

She obeyed.

His gaze was blazing, predatory. "Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you."

Reya whimpered, her hips rolling against his hand. "I… I can’t."

A triumphant smirk. "That’s what I thought."

The Release

Aslan withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock, pressing against her dripping entrance.

"One word," he breathed, his voice strained. "Just one, and I stop."

Reya trembled, her body begging for him.

"P-Please…"

He sank in slowly, agonizingly, his girth stretching her perfectly.

"F-Fuck—!" Reya arched, her nails digging into his shoulders. "A-Aslan—!"

"Mine," he snarled, pounding into her with reckless abandon. "All fucking mine."

The couch creaked beneath them, their moans mingling in the dim light. Reya clung to him, the voluptuous milf's orgasm building, her pussy seized, milking her son dry, until—

"C-Cumming—! Cumming—!"

Aslan roared, the young man's release flooding her womb, hot and thick, claiming his mother's sinful body in the most primal way.

The Aftermath

Later, as they lay tangled in the aftermath, Reya traced idle circles on his chest.

"We… we broke the rules," she whispered.

Aslan grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No. We just rewrote them."

And as his hand drifted lower, she knew—

This was only the beginning.