Michele switches with his father, Jessica is oblivious, the milf is under the ring's charm

The Illusion of Taboo

The master bedroom was bathed in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets where Jessica lay, her body still thrumming from the forbidden pleasure Michele had given her. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air—musky, primal, intoxicating. Her thighs were sticky with the evidence of their sin, her mind clouded with the lingering haze of lust.

Michele knelt between his mom's voluptuous legs, the young man's cock still glistening with her arousal, his breathing ragged. His fingers traced lazy circles on her inner thigh, his touch possessive, reverent.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he murmured, his low baritone rough with satisfaction.

Jessica’s lashes fluttered, her curvy body responding instinctively to his praise. She should have felt shame. She should have pushed him away. But the ring’s influence pulsed through her veins, whispering, coaxing, making her crave more.

Then—

A shift in the air.

A subtle change in the energy of the room.

Stefano stood in the doorway, watching, his dark eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than anger. The Osiris Ring pulsed against his finger, its power humming through him, amplifying his abilities. He could feel Jessica’s arousal, Michele’s exhaustion, Rebecca’s lingering hunger from down the hall.

Perfect.

With a thought, he reached into Jessica’s mind, weaving an illusion so seamless she wouldn’t even question it.

To her, Michele would still be above her.

To her, it would still be her son’s cock inside her.

Stefano smirked.

The Switch

Michele exhaled sharply as his father’s hypnotic command brushed against the young man's consciousness.

"Go to bed," Stefano’s deep baritone echoed in his mind, laced with unspoken authority. "Rebecca will clean you up."

Michele hesitated, his cock twitching at the thought of his sister’s luscious red lips wrapped around him. He had been dreaming about this ever since he walked in on Rebecca's family duties... Besides the compulsion was too strong to resist.

"Dammit, just when things were getting fun..."

With one last lingering touch against Jessica’s thigh, he pulled away, leaving her sprawled across the bed, her body flushed, her mind lost in Stefano’s illusion.

Down the hall, Rebecca waited, perched on the edge of her bed, the slender beauty's red hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid fire. Her green eyes gleamed with anticipation as Michele stepped inside, his cock still hard, dripping wet from their sinful mother's pussy.

"Daddy’s orders?" His sister's soft contralto made the young man's cock throb even harder, the pale vixen's lithe fingers already reaching for him.

Michele groaned as her hand wrapped around his length, her thumb swiping over the swollen head.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Clean me up."

Rebecca’s luscious red lips curled into a wicked smile before she leaned forward, her tongue flicking against his slit, tasting the mingled flavors of Jessica and Michele.

"Mmm," she hummed, her mouth sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.

Michele’s head fell back, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked him over, his sister lips tight around the young man's pulsing shaft, her tongue teasing the still sensitive glans.

"F-Fuck, Becca—"

She pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him.

"Don’t get used to it," she whispered. "This is just maintenance."

Then she swallowed him back down, the slender vixen's throat-pussy working around her brother's fat cock until he was nothing but a trembling, panting mess in her hands.

Rebecca's sweet moans filled the young woman's bedroom, her lithe fingers wrapping around his shaft as she swirled her tongue around his head, teasing the sensitive slit. "You taste ****, Michele," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.

Michele growled, his fingers tangling in her damp hair. "Just suck me already—"

Rebecca laughed, the sound dark and taunting. "Oh, lil bro," she purred, the slender beauty's luscious red lips brushing his cock. "You're not in charge here."

And then she swallowed him whole.

*GLOCK*

*GLOCK!!*

*GLOCK!*

Michele shouted, his hips jerking forward as Rebecca's velvet throat massaged his length. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with vicious precision, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock as she bobbed her head with relentless rhythm.

"Rebecca—! I-I'm gonna—!"

Rebecca ignored his warning, her lithe fingers digging into his thighs as she gagged on her brother's fat cock, the young man's prick was balls deep inside the slender beauty's throat-pussy, her nose pressed to his pelvis as she took him to the hilt.

"Hmmph!!"

Michele exploded, his release pulsing down his sister's throat in hot, thick spurts. Rebecca milked him dry, the young woman's lips sealed tight around his shaft as she sucked every last drop from him.

"F-Fuck..."

When she finally pulled back, Michele collapsed against the door-frame, his legs shaking.

Rebecca licked her luscious lips, the redhead vixen's smirk triumphant. "Two minutes and forty-seven seconds," she mused, rising to her feet. "I timed you."

Michele groaned, the young man's face burning with humiliation.

Rebecca patted his cheek, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Don't worry, little brother," she purred. "Maybe one day you'll last as long as daddy."

And with that, she sauntered past him, the charming beauty's wide hips swaying with sinful grace.

Michele watched her go, his cock twitching pathetically at the taunt.

"Damn... Just wait and I'll wipe that smirk off your face."

Somewhere in the house, Stefano smiled.

The Osiris Ring pulsed with dark satisfaction.

The Illusion Deepens

Back in the master bedroom, Stefano stepped forward, his movements silent, predatory.

To Jessica, he was Michele.

To Jessica, it was still her son’s hands on her hips, her son’s cock pressing against her entrance.

How many years had it been since she first denied him? Was it when her husband got fired from his teaching position at Reinaudi university?

She moaned as he settled between her thighs, the redhead milf's voluptuous body arching instinctively toward him.

"Michele—"

Stefano’s lips curled.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice pitched just slightly higher, just enough to mimic his son’s. "Just relax, Mom."

Jessica whimpered as he pushed inside her, her cunt still stretched from earlier, still dripping with Michele’s release.

"Oh God—"

Stefano groaned, his hips rolling forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

Fuck.

She was so tight.

So warm.

"I've missed this so much..."

So perfectly ruined.

Jessica’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust dragging against her walls, each movement coaxing another broken sound from her lips.

"You feel so good," Stefano whispered, his voice still disguised, his hands roaming her body—cupping her perky breasts, pinching the redhead milf's nipples, tracing the curve of her waist.

Jessica whimpered, her hips rocking against him, her body burning with the illusion of taboo.

"Michele, please—"

Stefano’s grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing harder, faster.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you love your son’s cock inside you."

Jessica sobbed, her body tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm.

"I—I love it—"

Stefano growled, his own release coiling tight in his gut.

"Cum for me, Mom," he ordered, his deep baritone dark, commanding.

Jessica screamed, her body shattering around him, his sinful wife's cunt clenching, milking his fat cock as her pleasure peaked.

Stefano followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he filled her, his cum mixing with Michele’s inside her womb.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.

Then—

Stefano pulled back, his illusion still firmly in place as he watched Jessica’s blissful expression.

His wife's luscious red lips were parted, the mature woman's lashes fluttering, her curvy body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Michele…" she whispered, her voice dazed, wrecked.

Stefano smirked.

"Sleep, baby," he murmured, brushing a kiss against her forehead. "We’ll do this again tomorrow."

Jessica’s eyelids grew heavy, her body sinking into the mattress as exhaustion—and the ring’s influence—pulled her under.

Stefano stood, adjusting his pants, his gaze lingering on his wife’s spent form.

The corruption was beautiful.

And it was only just beginning.

The Morning After

When Jessica woke, the first thing she noticed was the ache between her thighs.

"F-Fuck..."

The second was the stickiness coating her skin.

She blinked, her mind still foggy, her body still humming with the ghost of pleasure.

Michele.

Her cheeks burned at the memory.

At the sin.

But beneath the shame, there was something else.

Something hot.

"O-Ohmygod... Did we really just... Shit!"

Something hungry.

The sinful mother's lithe fingers dipped between her legs, tracing the mess left behind.

Theirs.

A shudder ran through her.

The ring purred in the back of her mind.

"More."

And Jessica knew—

This was only the beginning.