High dominance skill check

The Reckoning: A Sinful Mother's Fall

The air between them crackled with tension as Aslan stood in the doorway of Reya's bedroom, the young man's broad shoulders filling the frame. Moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting silver streaks across his bare chest—taut muscles glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from the restraint he'd been exercising all evening.

"Shit... I can't do this anymore, tired of hiding, pretending... if she wants to play, then I'll teach her to never underestimate her son's libido"

His mother had been relentless tonight—the voluptuous milf's teasing touches had lingered far too long, the way her wide childbearing hips swayed just a little too much when she walked past him, fuck... the way her sheer robe conveniently slipped open every time she bent over.

But now?

Now it was his turn.

Reya lay sprawled across her bed, her voluptuous body barely contained by the silk nightgown she wore—the same one she'd purposely let ride up her thighs all evening. She smirked up at him, her fingers toying idly with the lace at her neckline.

"Come to tuck me in, sweetheart?" she purred, stretching like a satisfied cat.

Aslan didn't smile.

He stepped inside and locked the door behind him.

The click of the latch made Reya's breath hitch—just slightly—but she recovered quickly, her smirk widening. "Oh? Someone's feeling bold tonight."

"No," Aslan corrected, his voice low, dangerous. "Someone's done playing your games."

He crossed the room in three strides, his hand slamming down on the mattress beside her head, caging her in. Reya's eyes widened, her pulse fluttering visibly at her throat.

"A-Aslan—"

"Shhh." His free hand gripped her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You’ve had your fun, mommy. Now it’s my turn to play."

The First Lesson

His lips crashed down on hers, bruising, claiming, his tongue pushing its way past her startled gasp. Reya moaned into the kiss, her lithe hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders—whether to push him away or pull him closer, even she didn’t know.

Aslan didn’t give her time to decide.

He wrenched the nightgown down her shoulders, baring his mom's massive mommy milkers to the cool air—and his hungry mouth.

"F-Fuck—!" Reya arched off the bed as his teeth scraped over one peaked nipple, her son's ravenous tongue laving the sting away before he moved to the other.

"You like that?" he growled against her flushed skin, his hand sliding down to palm her through the damp lace of her panties. "Like your son sucking on your tits like a starving man?"

Reya whimpered, her wide hips rolling against his touch. "Y-Yes—!"

"Pathetic." He pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out. "All these weeks, teasing me, torturing me—and you fold the second I touch you?"

His fingers hooked into her panties, ripping them away with a single sharp tug.

"N-No—!" Reya gasped, her voluptuous thighs instinctively trying to close—but Aslan spread them apart with his knee, his hand slapping down on her inner thigh.

"Stay open."

The command sent a shiver down her spine.

"O-Ohmygod..."

She loved when he took charge.

The Slow Ruin

Aslan traced her slit with one finger, his eyes locked onto hers as he pushed inside—just to the first knuckle.

"So wet," he mused, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "All for me?"

Reya nodded frantically, her breath coming in shallow pants.

"Words, mommy."

"Y-Yes! All for you—only for you—!"

He curled his finger, scissoring her open, his thumb pressing ruthlessly against her clit.

"A-ASLAN—!"

"You begged for this," he reminded her, adding a second finger, stretching her wide. "Wore your little outfits, bent over just right—you wanted me to lose control."

His fingers pumped faster, deeper, his palm grinding against her with every thrust.

"W-Wait—! I’m gonna—!"

"No." He yanked his hand away, leaving her dripping, ****.

Reya whined, her body aching for release.

Aslan smirked.

"Not yet."

The Claiming

He shoved her onto her stomach, his hand fisting in her hair to arch her back.

"You’re mine now," he growled, his fat cock slapping against her huge ass—thick, heavy, dripping with need. "Every inch of you. Every moan. Every drop of cum."

Reya trembled, her fingers clutching the sheets.

"P-Please—!"

"Please what?" He rubbed his tip through her slick folds, teasing.

"Please fuck me—!"

"Good girl."

And he slammed home in one brutal thrust.

Reya screamed, her walls clenching around him, her body stretched to the limit.

"T-Tight—! So tight—!" Aslan groaned, his hips snapping forward, pounding into her with no mercy.

"Y-YES! HARDER—!"

He obeyed, his hands digging into her hips, his pace turning vicious.

"This what you needed?" he snarled, slapping her ass—hard. "Your son fucking you like a whore?"

"YES! FUCK YES—!"

Her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt milking him, begging for his cum.

Aslan roared, his release flooding her, hot and thick, marking her from the inside.

The Aftermath

Later, as Reya lay boneless beneath him, Aslan traced her swollen lips with his thumb.

"Still think you’re in charge?" he murmured.

Reya shivered, her body thrumming with satisfaction.

"No," she whispered. "I’m yours."

Aslan smirked.

Exactly where she belonged.