It's not as long as it doesn't slip inside his mom's pussy

The Redhead Milf's Voluptuous Thighs

The master bedroom was bathed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets where Jessica Bianchi lay, her breath shallow, her body thrumming with a forbidden heat she couldn't name. The Osiris Ring pulsed against Stefano’s finger from down the hall, its dark energy threading through the house like invisible strings, pulling, guiding.

Michele stood at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.

"Mom…"

The word was a plea, a prayer, a sin wrapped in reverence.

Jessica’s fingers curled into the sheets.

This is wrong.

But the ring hummed, its power coiling around her thoughts, whispering, softening.

"It’s okay," Michele murmured, stepping closer. "We don’t have to… you know."

Jessica’s throat tightened.

You know.

As if there was a word for this.

As if there could be.

"O-Ohmygod, I must be insane... But it feels so good." A mental echo, rife with the sexy, curvy milf's lustful corruption. The Osiris ring glowed as it fed off the depraved mother's desires.

Michele’s fingers brushed her ankle, his touch feather-light, testing.

Jessica flinched.

But she didn’t pull away.

The First Touch

Michele’s hands slid up her calves, his palms rough against her pale skin, the young man's thumbs pressing into the soft flesh behind her knees.

"You’re so tense," he whispered, his low baritone thick with false concern.

Jessica’s breath hitched as his fingers trailed higher, skimming the inside of her thighs.

"Michele—"

The mature redhead's protest died as his grip tightened, her son's fingers digging into the voluptuous woman's flesh just enough to make her pulse spike.

"Shhh," he soothed, his lips brushing her knee. "Just relax."

Jessica’s lashes fluttered, her curvy body betraying the sinful mom as her thick thighs parted—just a fraction, just enough.

"D-Damn, can't believe I'm finally doing this... Dad was right, it is only natural for a son to love his mother." Another soul fragment, it seemed Stefano's son was growing bolder under Osiris essence's lead.

Michele’s breath warmed her pale skin as he leaned in, his nose nudging the hem of the mature woman's nightgown higher.

"F-Fuck," he groaned, the young man's voice ragged with lustful desire. "You smell so good, mom."

Jessica’s cheeks burned, the voluptuous milf's cunt clenching around nothing.

This is my son.

But the ring drowned the thought, replacing it with something darker, hungrier.

Her wide child-bearing hips lifted, the seductive redhead's curvy body arching into his touch.

"Shitshitshit, ohmygod is he going to..." A spiritual resonance, Jessica's inhibitions were crumbling down with each lingering touch on her pale skin.

Michele’s fingers hooked into the lace of the mature woman's panties, his gaze locked on hers as he peeled them down her legs.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with awe. "So fucking perfect."

Jessica’s pulse hammered, her pale skin prickling beneath his stare.

"We shouldn’t—"

Michele’s thumb brushed her slit. Driving a knobbed finger deep inside his mom's hungry pussy, her smoky contralto whimpering against him,

"F-Fuck... Not so rough, shit!!"

Jessica cried out, the lustful redhead milf's back arching off the bed.

"Oh God—"

Michele’s lips curled into a smirk.

"You were saying?"

She was completely soaked, his mom's pussy-juice glistening on his hand under the nightstand lamp's hazy radiance.

Jessica's choked moans were the lingering proof of her forbidden desires.

She needed this.

They were just meeting each other's desires.

Nothing wrong with that, right?