Reya slips out of her son's hypnotic hold, the sinful mom is torn between lust and guilt

Shower Hypnosis & Cock Worship – Resistance and ****

—Wednesday, 9:03 AM. Master Bathroom—

The shower’s steam curled in thick, suffocating waves, clinging to Reya’s skin as she stood under the scalding spray. Her body still ached from the morning’s hypnotic stimulation—her thighs sticky with the dried evidence of her son’s conquest, the sinful mother's fat pussy throbbing with the ghost of his cock.

"What have we done..."

She scrubbed furiously at her skin, as if she could erase the memory of his hands, her son's tongue stealing her breath away, the way his fat throbbing prick had split her open on the yoga mat.

"Fuck," she whispered, her lithe fingers trembling as they dipped between her legs.

She shouldn’t be wet still.

She shouldn’t be craving it.

But her sinful body burned, the mature woman's nipples pebbled tight, her cunt clenching around nothing.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Reya froze.

No.

Not again.

"Aslan—" she started, voice cracking.

"Shhh," came his reply, smooth as silk, laced with something dark—something compelling. "Just cleaning up, Mom."

The shower curtain rattled as he pulled it aside, his naked body stepping into the stall behind her.

Reya’s breath hitched.

He was hard already.

"O-Ohmygod... It's so fucking big, he is twice his dad's... W-Wait, what the hell am I doing!? This can't go on Reya!!" A mental echo flared into his mind's eye, the soul fragment was dripping with lust and corruption. Knowing he was the first to pound his hot mom's cervix sent a dark thrill down Aslan's spine.

Of course he was.

His cock pressed against the small of her back, hot and heavy, his hands settling on her hips.

"You missed a spot," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

Reya shivered, her resolve crumbling under his touch.

His fingers trailed up her spine, slow, taunting.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Reya’s body twitched—wanting to obey, needing to obey—but her mind rebelled.

"N-No," she whispered.

Aslan chuckled, his grip tightening.

"Turn. Around."

The ring pulsed, its power slithering into her mind, coaxing, corrupting.

Reya’s body moved against her will, her feet shuffling on the slick tile until she faced him.

Her eyes dropped to his cock—thick, veined, dripping precum.

Her mouth watered.

No.

No, no, no—

Aslan cupped her chin, forcing her gaze up.

"Open," he commanded.

Reya’s lips parted—****, trembling—but open.

Aslan’s cock slid between them, the head resting on her tongue.

"Taste," he growled.

Reya flinched—then moaned as the flavor hit her.

Salt. Musky. Him.

Her tongue flicked instinctively, lapping at the precum beading at his slit.

Aslan’s groan was filthy.

"Fuck, Mom… you’re made for this…"

His hands fisted in her wet hair, yanking her forward.

"W-Wait, this isn't, hmmph!!"

Reya gagged as his fat cock hit the back of her throat, the hungry milf's emerald eyes watering, her nails digging into his thighs.

Aslan grinned, his hips rolling, feeding the cock-hungry slut what she really craved, inch by inch.

"Relax," he whispered, the ring’s power oozing into her. "Good girls swallow."

Reya’s throat fluttered, her voluptuous body submitting—yet her mind still fought his hypnotic leash.

She pushed at his hips, her gag reflex kicking in, the mature woman's sinful body rejecting the corruption.

Aslan tutted, pulling back just enough to let her breathe.

"Resisting?" he mused, his thumb swiping at her spit-slick lips. "We’ll have to fix that."

His throbbing cock slapped against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail.

"Again."

Reya whimpered—but opened her mouth.

"Shitshitshit... W-Why can't I do anything, it just feels so good to... Submit."

—9:27 AM. Shower Stall—

Reya had lost count of how many times Aslan had filled her throat, the mature woman's jaw hung loose after the rough face-fucking session, her lips swollen.

Each time, she choked.

"N-No more..."

Each time, he pulled back—teasing, taunting—before shoving back in.

"F-Fuck... Why am I getting off to this, he is just using me like a toy."

Reya's sinful body was betraying her, sinking deeper into the ring's corruption.

"Damn it!"

Her throat clenched around him, the mature woman's tongue lapping at his veins, her whimpers vibrating along his length.

Aslan’s fingers tightened in her hair.

"Almost got it," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "One more, Mom. Hold it, deep."

Reya’s green eyes rolled back as he pushed—harder, deeper—until his balls pressed against her chin.

"HMMMPH!!"

Her throat opened—finally—her gag reflex fading under the ring’s relentless pressure.

Aslan groaned, his hips jerking, her son's fat cock pulsing as he unloaded straight down the cockdrunk slut's gullet.

Reya swallowed—obedient, broken—her curvy body shaking with shame and need.

Aslan pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from her lips.

"Good girl," he panted, thumbing the mess across her mouth. "Now clean me."

Reya’s tongue darted out, licking him clean—her mind hazy, her resistance crumbling.

The ring hummed, satisfied.

"Deeper next time…"

—10:15 AM. Reya’s Bedroom—

Reya collapsed onto her bed, her body exhausted, her mind fogged.

What was happening to her?

Why couldn’t she stop?

Her fingers drifted between her legs—soaking, aching—before she snatched them back.

No.

She wouldn’t touch herself.

She wouldn’t give in.

The door creaked open.

Aslan leaned against the frame, fully hard again, his cock glistening with fresh precum.

"Round two," he purred.

Reya’s cunt clenched.

Fuck.

She was doomed.