Reya, the voluptuous milf's corruption deepens

The Corruption Deepens – Yoga and Laundry

—Wednesday, 6:15 AM. Reya’s Bedroom—

Reya woke with a gasp, her body slick with sweat, the mature woman's curvy thighs pressed tightly together. The remnants of a dream clung to her like cobwebs—strong hands, a deep soothing baritone drowning her very reason, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"Shit..."

She shuddered.

What the hell was that?

Reya's fingers drifted between her legs, brushing against damp fabric. She yanked them back as if burned.

No. No, no, no.

This wasn’t happening.

She hadn’t just dreamt of—

A knock at her door made her jump.

"Mom?" Aslan’s voice, rough with sleep, sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. "You up? You’ve got yoga in twenty."

Reya swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah. I’m up."

She waited until his footsteps retreated before letting out a shaky breath.

Get it together, Reya.

—6:32 AM. Kitchen—

Aslan leaned against the counter, sipping black coffee, his gaze tracking Reya as she moved around the kitchen. She was nervous—avoiding his eyes, her fingers fumbling with the coffee machine.

The ring pulsed against his finger, smug.

"She remembers…" it whispered. "Not the details… but the feeling…"

Aslan smirked into his mug.

Good.

Reya finally got her coffee brewing and turned, only to freeze when she found him staring.

"What?" she snapped, too sharp.

Aslan tilted his head. "You okay? You seem… tense."

Her grip on the counter tightened. "I’m fine."

The lie was obvious.

Aslan set his mug down and stepped closer. "You sure? You were really wound up yesterday. Maybe you should take it easy today."

Reya’s cheeks flushed.

She knew.

She knew he wasn’t just talking about her shoulders.

"I’m fine," she repeated, but her voice wavered.

Aslan let his gaze drag over her—the way her tank top clung to her full breasts, the way her yoga pants hugged every curve of her hips and ass.

"She’s fighting it…" Osiris fallen divinity mused. "Time to push…"

Aslan reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You’re so beautiful when you’re flustered, Mom," he murmured.

Reya’s breath hitched.

Then she slapped his hand away.

"S-Stop it," she hissed.

Aslan’s smirk widened.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

—7:05 AM. Home Yoga Studio—

Reya unrolled her mat with more **** than necessary, her body still thrumming with unresolved tension. She hated this—hated the way her skin prickled under Aslan’s gaze, hated the way her body betrayed her whenever he got too close.

She needed to focus.

Yoga. Just yoga.

She moved into her first pose—downward dog—the voluptuous milf's huge ass high in the air, her leggings stretching taut over her round cheeks.

"H-Holy shit..."

Behind her, Aslan let out a slow breath.

Perfect.

He stepped closer, the young stud's bare feet silent on the hardwood.

"You’re still tense," he murmured, his hands settling on her hips.

Reya stiffened. "Aslan—"

"Shhh," he soothed, his thumbs digging into the muscles of her lower back. "Just breathe."

His touch was firm, commanding—the same way it had been yesterday.

Reya’s protest died in her throat.

His hands slid lower, kneading the plush flesh of her ass.

Reya whimpered.

"Aslan—"

"Relax," he ordered, his low baritone laced with the ring’s power.

And just like that, her body obeyed, melting under his touch.

Aslan grinned.

"Good girl…"

His fingers traced the seam of her leggings, teasing the damp fabric between her cheeks.

Reya’s breath came faster.

"You’re so tight here," he murmured, pressing against her asshole through the fabric. "All locked up…"

Reya’s fingers clawed at the mat.

"N-No—"

"Yes," Aslan growled, his other hand sliding around to her front, cupping her pussy through her leggings.

She was soaked.

"Fuck," he groaned, grinding his hardening cock against her ass. "You’re dripping, Mom."

Reya’s head dropped, a broken moan escaping her lips.

Aslan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings.

"Let’s get these off," he murmured—and ripped them down, the fabric tearing at the seams.

Reya gasped as cool air hit her bare skin, her ass exposed, her pussy glistening.

Aslan’s hands gripped her hips, yanking her back against him.

"Better," he purred, his cock grinding against her bare cheeks.

Reya’s mind spun.

This was wrong.

So wrong.

But her sinful body arched, pressing back against him, begging for more.

Aslan’s fingers trailed down her spine, his voice a dark promise.

"Time to stretch you properly, Mom…"

—7:28 AM. Yoga Mat—

Reya’s face was pressed into the mat, the mature woman's fat ass high in the air, Aslan’s thick cock sliding between her cheeks in slow, filthy strokes.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping her wide childbearing hips, his tainted precum smearing over her pale skin. "Your ass is perfect for this…"

Reya moaned, her fingers twisting in the fabric beneath her.

It was too much—the heat of him, the size, the way his cock throbbed against her.

"Aslan—please—"

"Please what?" he taunted, grinding harder. "Use your words, Mom."

Reya’s nails dug into the mat.

"P-Please… fuck me…"

Aslan growled, his hand coming down hard on her ass.

SMACK.

Reya yelped, her curvy body jerking forward.

"Again," he demanded.

"P-Please fuck me!" she sobbed, her smoky contralto breaking.

Aslan’s fingers dug into her hips as he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her dripping entrance.

"Good girl…"

Then he pushed inside.

—7:42 AM. Yoga Mat—

Reya was ruined.

*PLAP!*

*PLAP!!*

*PLAP!*

Aslan’s fat throbbing cock stretched her brutally, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his balls slapping against her clit.

"T-Take it," he grunted, his voice ragged. "Take your son’s cock like a good mom…"

Reya wailed, her body convulsing around him, her orgasm ripping through her.

Aslan’s rhythm faltered, his own release building.

"Gonna cum," he warned, his fingers bruising her hips. "Gonna fill you up—"

Reya’s back arched.

"OHMYGOD!! YESS—!"

Aslan roared, his cock pulsing inside her, the young man's creamy hot cum flooding his mother's hungry womb in thick, endless spurts.

"F-Fuck, take it all, bitch!"

Reya collapsed onto the mat, the voluptuous milf's body twitching as she squirted again and again, thoroughly soiling the floor, her mind shattered.

"Damn... I can't believe we have finally done it."

Aslan pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her gaping pussy.

"Mine…" the ring glowed, the fallen divinity's corruption deepening.

—8:15 AM. Laundry Room—

Reya moved on autopilot, her sinful body still humming from Aslan’s thorough attention. She barely registered tossing her torn leggings into the hamper—or the other item already inside.

Aslan’s boxers.

Crusty with dried cum.

"W-What am I doing... Am I that ****? F-Fuck!"

Her fingers brushed against them—and stopped.

A pulse of heat shot through her.

The sinful mom's nostrils flared.

His scent.

Musky. Male. Addictive.

Before she could stop herself, she lifted the fabric to her face—and inhaled.

Oh God.

Her knees buckled, her hungry pussy throbbing with unquenched lust.

"Damn it... W-Why can't I control myself!"

The antediluvian relic’s power surged, Osiris' corruption sinking its claws deeper in Reya's lustful soul.

"She’s yours…" it whispered.

Aslan leaned in the doorway, smirking.

"And she doesn’t even know it yet…"