Aslan undoes his hypnotic hold, Reya must now choose her fate

The Breaking Point – **** and Ruin

—Wednesday, 11:47 AM. Reya’s Bedroom—

The fog in Reya’s mind lifted like a curtain torn aside.

"Cock... M-More cum... Huu?"

One moment, she was lost in the haze of Aslan’s touch, her body pliant, her thoughts syrupy and slow. The next—

Clarity.

"C-Cock, I mean what the fuck!?"

Sharp. Painful.

She gasped, scrambling back on the bed, the mature woman's fingers digging into the rumpled sheets. Her voluptuous thighs were sticky, the sinful mom's luscious lips swollen from her son's fat throbbing cock, her throat raw from swallowing his cum.

"SHIT, THAT MOTHERFUCK... Damn it..."

Oh God.

Damn it, what had she done?

"No... What have we done? All these years, I've been oblivious of this... Ehm, side of him... F-Fuck, how can I even face..."

Speak of the devil.

Aslan stood at the foot of the bed, watching her with an evil, smugh smirk. His cock was still hard, jutting proudly from his hips, glistening with a mix of her spit and his own arousal.

"Welcome back, Mom," he murmured, his low baritone dripping with dark amusement.

Reya’s chest heaved.

"You—you monster," she choked out, her voice trembling with fury and shame. "What the hell have you done to me?"

Aslan tilted his head, his fingers idly stroking his length. "I gave you what you wanted."

Reya flinched.

No.

No, she hadn’t—

But the traitorous pulse between her legs throbbed, her curvy sinful body remembering the pleasure he’d wrung from her.

Aslan stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the carpet.

"The ring’s hold is weak right now," he admitted, his gaze locked onto hers. "So I’ll give you a choice."

Reya’s breath hitched.

Choice?

Since when did monsters offer choices?

"W-Wait, maybe somewhere deep down, the young man you raised is still..."

Aslan’s smirk widened, as if he could hear her thoughts.

"You can walk out that door right now," he said, nodding toward the hallway. "Go back to being the prim, proper Reya—the repressed housewife who pretends she doesn’t ache to be filled."

His fingers trailed up his shaft, his thumb swiping over the leaking head.

"Or…"

He stepped forward, his cock brushing against her bare knee.

"You can stay," he purred, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "And I’ll ruin you properly."

Reya’s cunt clenched.

God help her. There was no way back anymore.

"Never-mind, that sweet innocent boy was long gone apparently..."

She should run.

Besides she herself, Reya was no longer the homely sweet neighbourly mom of before... The hypnosis, the corruption had unleashed something inside her. An unquenched lustful fire, fueled by years of neglect from the hungry milf's broken marriage.

She should scream.

But her body burned, her nipples pebbling under his gaze, the sinful mother's curvy thighs trembling with need.

Aslan leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

"Choose, Mom."

—11:53 AM. The Edge of Ruin—

Reya’s fingers curled into fists.

"I-I hate you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Aslan chuckled, his breath hot against her neck.

"Liar."

His hand slid between her thighs, his fingers dipping into her slick folds.

Reya jolted, a broken moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck," Aslan groaned, his fingers working her with cruel precision. "You’re dripping, Mom. Is this how much you hate me?"

Reya’s hips bucked, her body betraying her.

"N-No—"

"Yes," he growled, his fingers curling, stroking that sweet spot inside her. "You love this. You love your son’s cock. Admit it."

Reya shook her head, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"I won’t—"

Aslan yanked his fingers free, leaving her empty, aching.

"Then leave," he challenged, his eyes blazing.

Reya stared at him, her large chest heaving, the voluptuous milf's sinful body screaming for more.

Run.

Stay.

Run.

Stay.

Her fingers twitched—then dug into his hips, pulling him closer.

Aslan’s grin was vicious.

"That’s what I thought, slut."

—12:08 PM. Breeding the Resistance Away—

"O-Ohmygod, you are so -AH!!- f-fucking deep!!"****

Reya arched beneath him, the mature woman's back bowing off the bed as Aslan slammed into her, his cock stretching her brutally, his hips pounding with relentless ****.

"T-Take it," he grunted, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider. "Take your son’s cock like the slut you are—"

Reya sobbed, her nails raking down his back, her body split between shame and bliss.

"A-Aslan—!"

"Louder," he ordered, his fingers digging into her hips. "Let the whole neighbourhood hear how good I fuck you—"

Reya’s cunt clenched, another orgasm ripped through her, the mature woman's walls fluttering around his cock.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Aslan groaned, his rhythm stuttering, the young man's release built up as he pounded hard against his mom's cervix.

"Gonna breed you," he panted, his voice rough with lust. "Gonna pump you full—"

Reya’s legs locked around his waist, her sinful body demanding his seed.

"YES—!"

Aslan roared, his fat cock pulsing, the young man's hot tainted cum flooded her hungry womb with thick, endless spurts.

"FUCK!! FILL ME UP!!"

Reya whimpered, her voluptuous body twitching as she squirted again and again, her gaping pussy overflowed with the young man's creamy, thick load.

Aslan collapsed atop her, his lips trailing wet, possessive kisses down her slender neck.

"Mine," he murmured, the ring humming against his finger.

Reya’s fingers tangled in his hair—pulling him closer.

God help her.

She was.