Just tucking her son in...

The Hypnotist’s Gambit

The air in Aslan’s bedroom was thick with the scent of sex, musk, and something darker—something primal. Reya stood at the foot of his bed, her voluptuous body trembling, her K-cup breasts straining against the sheer silk robe that barely contained them.

"W-What the hell is wrong with you?"

The fabric clung to the voluptuous milf's sweat-slicked skin, the rosy peaks of her nipples visibly hardened beneath the delicate material.

Her emerald eyes, once clouded with lust, now burned with fury—but even her rage couldn’t disguise the way her gaze kept flickering downward, drawn like a moth to flame toward the thick, veined length of her son’s cock.

Aslan reclined against his pillows, completely at ease, his fingers lazily stroking his shaft, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. A single bead of precum welled at his slit, glistening in the dim light before trailing down his glans in a slow, tantalizing drip.

"You—you disgusting little—" Reya’s voice shook, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "How dare you?! After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you—"

Aslan smirked.

"Mom."

One word.

One command.

Reya’s tirade faltered.

His voice was velvet wrapped around steel—deep, hypnotic, inescapable. The Osiris ring pulsed against his finger, its dark energy coiling around her mind, sinking into her thoughts like ink in water.

"Kiss me goodnight."

Reya’s breath hitched.

Her pulse roared in her ears.

No.

No, she wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

But her body was already moving.

The Fall

Her silk robe whispered against her skin as she stepped forward, her hips swaying unconsciously, her full lips parting. The scent of him—musky, intoxicating—filled her lungs, making her head spin.

She told herself she would kiss his cheek.

Just his cheek.

Just a mother’s goodnight kiss.

But the moment she leaned in, Aslan’s hand tangled in her hair, his grip firm, commanding.

"Not there," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips.

And then—

He guided her.

Down.

Down.

Until her face hovered mere inches from his cock, her son’s thick, throbbing length twitching before her, the head glistening with precum, the scent of his arousal flooding her senses.

Reya whimpered.

Her resolve crumbled.

Her tongue darted out, swiping across her lips in a nervous, hungry gesture.

"No," her mind screamed.

"YES," her body begged.

And then—

Aslan’s fingers tightened in her hair.

"Open."

The Submission

Her lips parted.

"N-No way I'm gonna do this... H-He is your son, for fuck's sake."

Why did thought that make her even more wet?

A soft, shuddering exhale escaped her as the first touch of his cockhead brushed against her mouth—hot, velvety, leaking.

She should pull away.

She should slap him.

But instead, her tongue crept forward, lapping at the bead of precum clinging to his slit.

The taste exploded across her senses—salty, addictive, perfect—and a moan vibrated in her throat.

Aslan’s smirk deepened.

"Good girl," he purred, his fingers stroking through her hair. "Now suck."

Reya’s eyes fluttered shut.

And then—

She obeyed.

Her luscious redlips sealed around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.

God, he was huge.

The sinful mom's jaw ached.

Her throat burned.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

But she didn’t stop.

"O-Ohmygod, he is so fucking big..."

Couldn’t stop.

Because with every suck, every lick, every whimper, she felt it—

The last remnants of her resistance melting away.

The Aftermath

When Aslan finally pulled her off, a string of saliva and precum connected her lips to his cock, glistening in the dim light.

Reya panted, her lips swollen, her eyes dazed.

Aslan cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

"Now that," he murmured, thumb brushing across her lower lip, "was a proper goodnight kiss."

Reya didn’t argue.

Couldn’t argue.

Because deep down, she already knew—

This was only the beginning.