How wrong a milf could be...

Reya’s slender fingers trembled as she reached out, her fingertips brushing the warm metal—and the moment she made contact, a jolt of energy surged through her. Her pupils dilated, her lips parting in a silent gasp as the ring’s corruption slithered into her mind, unraveling her inhibitions one by one.

"You belong to him. You exist to serve him. His pleasure is your purpose. Your duty"

Aslan watched, enthralled, as her body swayed toward him, her nipples hardening beneath her thin blouse, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to stifle the growing wetness between them. It worked!

"D-Did you… feel that?" she whispered, her voice trembling, her mind struggling to comprehend the heat pooling in her core.

Aslan’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, smearing the faintest trace of his precum—already leaking from his swollen cock—against her skin. The aphrodisiac-laced seed seeped into the hungry milf's pores, accelerating his mother's corruption, making Reya whimper as her body burned for him.

"Dad was an idiot to neglect you," he growled, Aslan's other hand sliding around to grip the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their lips were a breath apart. "But I won’t make the same mistake."

Reya’s resistance crumbled. Her hands clutched at his shirt, her hips grinding forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. The ring’s power had her now—her mind fogged with lust, her body aching for his touch.

And Aslan?

He was just getting started.