Stefano helps his son, if the cheating wife wants cock her son will deliver

The Corruption of the Bianchi Matriarch

The Osiris Ring pulsed against Stefano’s finger like a second heartbeat, its dark energy slithering through his veins, expanding him.

At first, it had been overwhelming—a cacophony of whispers, fragmented thoughts, and raw emotions flooding his mind like a broken dam. The entire household’s mental static had nearly driven him mad—Rebecca’s conflicted arousal, Michele’s shameful lust, Jessica’s…

Oh.

Stefano’s lips curled into a smirk as the ring sharpened his newfound psychic awareness, filtering the noise into something manageable. Now, he could feel them—their desires, their fears, their weaknesses.

And Jessica’s mind?

Dripping with sin.

The Cheating Wife’s Secret

Jessica Bianchi sat at her vanity, her fingers trailing over the swell of her breasts as she reapplied her lipstick—cherry red, the same shade she’d worn last Thursday when she’d come home with her blouse misbuttoned.

Stefano leaned against the doorframe, watching her through the mirror.

"You look beautiful."

Jessica stiffened, her dark eyes flicking to his reflection. "I didn’t hear you come in."

Liar

The ring hummed, peeling back the surface of the cheating milf's thoughts like layers of silk.

Images flashed—a hotel room, a faceless man’s hands gripping her hips, her moans muffled against expensive sheets.

Stefano’s jaw tightened, but he **** a smile. "Going out again?"

Jessica turned, crossing her legs—slowly, deliberately letting her robe slip open just enough to reveal the lace edge of her panties. "Just meeting an old friend."

Friend

The word tasted like ash.

Stefano stepped closer, his fingers brushing her shoulder. "You’ve been distant lately."

Jessica’s pulse jumped, her breath hitching as his touch lingered.

Guilt. Arousal. Fear.

The ring fed on it.

Michele’s Confession

Michele paced his room, his fingers raking through his hair.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it—Rebecca’s lips stretched around their father’s cock, the way his sister had moaned, so fucking lewd, the way she’d swallowed.

The young man's shaft throbbed against his thigh, painfully hard.

A knock at his door.

"Come in," he croaked.

Stefano stepped inside, his gaze heavy. "We need to talk."

Michele’s stomach dropped.

He knows.

But Stefano just smiled, settling onto the edge of his bed. "About your mother."

Michele’s breath hitched. "W-What about her?"

Stefano’s fingers tapped against the Osiris Ring. "You’ve been having dreams, haven’t you?"

Michele’s face burned.

How does he—?

The ring pulsed, and Stefano saw it—Michele’s fantasies, vivid and shameful: Jessica bent over the kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up, begging for her son’s fat cock.

Stefano’s lips curled. "It’s okay, Michele. I understand."

Michele’s throat tightened. "I—I don’t—"

"You want her," Stefano murmured, his voice a velvet trap. "And she deserves it, doesn’t she? After all her lies... Your mom needs more than one man in her life..."

Michele’s resistance cracked.

The First Step

Stefano pressed a glass of wine into Jessica’s hand, his fingers lingering against hers. "Relax," he murmured. "You’re so tense."

Jessica sipped, her eyes fluttering as the **** warmed her veins.

Too easy.

The ring’s power coiled, seeping into her mind, softening her inhibitions.

"You’ve been so stressed lately," Stefano murmured, his voice dripping with false concern. "Maybe you should talk to Michele. He’s been worried about you."

Jessica’s brow furrowed. "Michele?"

Images flickered—Michele’s broad shoulders, his strong hands, the way her son's jeans hugged his—

The redhead milf shook her head, her pale cheeks flushing.

Stefano smiled.

The Seduction Begins

Michele stood outside his mother’s bedroom, his heart hammering.

This is wrong.

But the ring’s influence pulled him forward, his knuckles rapping against the door.

"Come in," Jessica called.

Michele stepped inside, his breath catching at the sight of her—perched on the edge of her bed in a silk chemise, her legs crossed, a glass of wine dangling from her fingers.

"You wanted to talk?" she asked, her smoky contralto softer than usual.

Michele swallowed hard. "Yeah, I—"

The young man's words became background noises, static as the ring’s power surged, wrapping around Jessica’s mind.

Her pupils dilated, filling out the voluptuous milf's green eyes.

Her breath quickened.

And then—

"You look so much like your father," she murmured, her lithe fingers trailing over the stem of her glass. "When he was younger."

Michele’s cock twitched.

Stefano’s voice whispered through the psychic link:

Take what’s yours, boy

The Corruption Deepens

Jessica’s fingers trembled as she set her wine aside, the hungry milf's gaze locked on her son’s bulge.

This is wrong.

But the ancient relic hummed, twisting the mature woman's guilt into heat.

"Michele," she breathed, her thighs pressing together. "Have you ever… been with a woman?"

Michele’s pulse exploded.

"Y-Yes," he lied.

Jessica smiled, dangerous and sinful. "I'm not talking about your little girlfriends... A real woman. Would you like to learn?"

Michele was across the room in three strides, his hands gripping her waist, the young man's lips crashing against hers.

Jessica moaned, the voluptuous mom's fingers tangling in her son's messy hair.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

But her body arched into his, her wide, childbearing hips grinding against his erection.

"Just as Osiris wills it..."

Stefano watched from the doorway, his fingers stroking Rebecca’s hair as she knelt beside him, her lips wrapped around his cock.

"Good girl," he murmured, his other hand cupping her cheek. "Watch your brother become a man."

Rebecca’s emerald eyes fluttered, the young slender beauty's pussy dripping as she obeyed.

The bronze relic on the middle-aged archeologist glowed, its corrupt power spreading.

The Bianchi family would never be the same.