Caterina's mom needs some hypnosis too

THE DINNER GUEST – CORRUPTION COMES CALLING

The Invitation – A Mother’s Concern

Rita Marchioni’s apartment smelled of lemon cleaner and simmering ragù, the scent clinging to her crisp white blouse as she stirred the pot with quick, precise flicks of her wrist. The kitchen window framed Torino’s skyline, the glass reflecting her sharp features—high cheekbones, a pointed chin, lips pressed into a thin line.

Her phone buzzed for the third time that evening. Caterina’s name flashed on the screen.

"Mamma, you have to meet him," her daughter’s voice had pleaded earlier, the words too breathy, too eager. "Dr. Bianchi’s been amazing—he understands me."

Rita’s grip tightened on the wooden spoon.

Something was wrong.

The intercom buzzed.

She smoothed her pencil skirt, adjusted the pearl studs in her ears, and pressed the button.

"Signora Marchioni?" The voice that crackled through the speaker was velvet wrapped around steel. "I’m here for dinner."

Rita’s spine straightened.

"W-We will see..."

The hunter had arrived.

The First Course – A Feast of Tension

Stefano stepped into the apartment like smoke—silent, inevitable, his presence expanding to fill the space. The tailored navy suit hugged broad shoulders, the fabric straining subtly over the coiled power beneath. His smile was a knife’s edge, his Osiris Ring catching the light as he offered a bottle of Barolo.

"A small token," he murmured, his voice licking over her skin.

Rita accepted it with a nod, her fingers brushing his—warmth, static, a jolt that made her pull back too quickly.

"Caterina’s setting the table," she said, her tone cool, her gaze scanning him. "You’re not what I expected."

Stefano’s chuckle was a dark promise. "Few people are."

Caterina bounced into the room, her cheeks flushed, her movements jittery. The girl who once sprinted track meets now glided with a ****’s grace, her collarbone peeking from a deliberately unbuttoned blouse.

"Mamma, look!" She twirled, the skirt flaring to reveal thighs bare above stockings. "Dr. Bianchi loves my new style!"

Rita’s jaw tightened. "We’ll talk about that later."

Stefano smiled, his fingers drumming the tablecloth. "Such a protective mother." His knee brushed Rita’s under the table, lingering. "Admirable."

Rita shifted away, her knuckles whitening around her wineglass.

The game had begun.

The Hypnosis – A War of Wills

Dessert was tiramisu, the espresso-laced cream dripping from Rita’s fork as Stefano leaned closer, his voice dropping to a hypnotic purr.

"You work so hard, Signora Marchioni," he murmured, the Ring pulsing. "All those hours at the office... no one to ease the tension."

Rita’s eyelids fluttered, her pulse jumping. "I manage."

"Do you?" Stefano’s thumb stroked her wrist, the touch feathering over her veins. "When was the last time someone took care of you?"

The room warped, the candlelight stretching, the air thick with bergamot and male heat.

Rita swallowed, her throat dry. "I don’t—"

"Shhh." His fingers traced her jaw, his eyes darkening to violet pools. "No more lies."

Caterina giggled, her hand sliding up her mother’s arm. "Let him help, Mamma."

Rita jerked upright, her chair scraping. "Enough." Her gaze locked onto Stefano’s, her will clashing against his power. "Whatever game you’re playing—stop."

Stefano grinned, his fangs glimmering. "Oh, bella... I love a challenge."

The Breaking – A Mother’s Fall

The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, the sound final.

Rita panted, her back pressed to the wood, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal a lace bralette she hadn’t chosen to wear.

"H-How—?"

"The wine," Stefano shrugged, his suit melting into shadow, his true form unfolding—horns, wings, cock swelling to monstrous proportions. "Among other things."

Rita’s knees buckled, her mind screaming, the haughty woman's sinful body betraying her with heat, with wetness.

"Y-You **** me—"

"No." Stefano crowded her, his claws scraping her throat. "I awakened you."

The Ring flared, its light piercing her pupils, unraveling her resistance.

Rita moaned, the sexy milf's wide childbearing hips jerking with unquenched lust.

"That’s it," Stefano hissed, his fangs scraping her ear. "Fight it. Fight me. It only makes your submission sweeter."

Her skirt ripped away, her ass bared, the slap of his palm echoing through the room.

Rita wailed, her cunt dripping.

"P-Please—!"

"Please what?" Stefano spun her, his fat cock sliding between her toned thighs, smearing pre-cum over her clit. "Say it."

Rita shook, her pride shattering.

"P-Please... Master."

Stefano roared, his thrust splitting her in two.

The Feast – A Family United

Caterina watched from the doorway, the sinful daughter's lithe fingers working between her thighs, her moans matching her mother’s.

Rita sobbed, her body impaled on Stefano’s knot, her mind drowning in pleasure.

"Y-You ruined us," she whimpered.

Stefano laughed, his fangs sinking into her shoulder, his seed flooding her womb.

"No, bella," he purred, his hand reaching for Caterina. "I perfected you."

The Ring glowed, its power binding them—mother, daughter, Master.

And in the mirror, their reflections grinned back, their eyes glowing violet.