The milf takes a shower, is Reya's mind playing tricks on her?

The Studio’s Heat. Reya's awakening.

Diary of Aslan Karavil

August 26, 2018

10:03 AM

The yoga studio smelled of sandalwood and scented candles. the parquet floor shone under the sunlight pouring through the slanted blinds like liquid gold. Reya had already shed her bathing towel the moment she stepped inside her room, trading it for a cropped tank that barely contained her massive J-cup tits and short shorts so thin they were a second skin, hugging every curve of her fat, jiggly ass. The voluptuous milf didn’t bother wearing her ring today, she wouldn’t need it anyways, and besides it would get in the way if her son needed a deep thorough massage, she had to cater to the young man’s needs, nothing mattered more to her than Aslan’s virile co… Ehm. Her mind wandered again, the red-haired milf hadn’t been the same since this morning, a strange taste lingered on the back of her throat, no amount of tooth brushing, mouth wash or gargling helped. The taste was nostalgic, yet familiar, she couldn’t place it at all, sour like thick creamy Greek yogurt but much richer, with a sweet tang leaving her hungry for more.

She was still reeling from what happened in the shower, what she saw, those feelings felt too real… Were they just visions or something more?

…

As Reya’s thick voluptuous body stepped into the shower, hazy visions, broken whispered moans filled her ears, something wet, slobbering sounds even, as the mature milf cleaned her body she gradually found herself moving closer to her own pussy, moving the sponge in circular motions around her sex. She wasn’t just drenched, thick creamy sticky juice kept pouring down her huge thighs pooling down onto the shower’s blue floor tiles, the sheer amount made it seem as if the hungry redhair had just finished a dozen hour long self-pleasuring session, not only that, she was ovulating.

Reya lowered the water’s temperature until her teeth were chattering, trying to clear her mind yet the cold only made the foggy dream like memories clearer, she was there, a peeping tom as a mature voluptuous woman got facefucked before her eyes. The woman’s body an object of lust, Aslan’s mother could sense the young man’s burning desire, for some reason the sour creamy taste on the back of her throat grew even thicker as she gulped loudly, hungry for a young virile cock herself, and for a second Reya actually felt jealous of the two, the red-haired milf was unable to keep a hand from darting down to her pussy, slowly massaging her swollen clit, pleasuring her neglected cunt until her white creamy juices were pouring like a waterfall. She couldn’t believe how real the vision felt, it was almost as if she was right there, witnessing the wild, almost animalistic breeding of the mature woman’s throat by her young lover’s massive cock. Reya sucked in a deep breath, the sweet tangy taste on her tongue growing even thicker as she saw the hungry, ravenous milf’s drooling tongue hanging limp as she impaled herself on the young man’s massive cock slobbering all over his pubes.

*Schluck*

*Schluck

As the visions evolved Reya learnt the lustful couple was doing some kind of hardcore mother-son role-playing, she didn’t realise how her womb started twitching like crazy knowing the woman was twice the young man’s age. The visions kept shifting, from morning to night, the relentless breakfast deepthroating, the mature woman’s hunger as she ate the young man’s ass, rimming him with her tongue with deep, wet, lewd thrusts, slurping all his sour thick precum, the taste felt all too familiar to Reya… Seeing a woman her own age, feasting on a young man’s dirty smegma with relish as the young boy’s hands pushed the redhaired woman down between his legs, driving her deeper into his asshole, Reya could almost feel those rough hands on her own head, pushing her down… Would she refuse him?

The visions shifted, alternating to nightly hypnotic training where the mature woman’s body became a temple of depravity, a toy, a playground for the young man’s whims and desires. Low grunts, keywords, sometimes just silence as the young man’s purple eyes, his charming features so familiar yet eluding Reya’s awareness, became the only thing he needed to enforce dominance, control over the mature woman’s mind, the night became a struggle, a tug of war where the young man’s cock became the best tool to establish his rule over the deprived milf’s curves, turning her holes into the best cum receptacle for his churning virile balls. Using the mature woman’s massive engorged breasts, the young man spilled his tainted seed again and again, each rope of hot virile cum coating the mature woman’s skin felt unnaturally real on Reya’s body, covering every inch of her white stretch-marks, marking her as the young man’s sole property, strange glowing vine-like patterns took root as the hungry milf massaged the young man’s thick creamy semen into her own skin, moaning as the corrupt seed merged with her body and soul turning her into a tool for pleasure and breeding, her body a **** to his huge cock, craving the young man’s seed.

It all felt so fucking real, with the hypnosis, the mind control only adding another layer of mystery to the seduction and it ashamed to find herself aroused by their kinky actions, discovering the well hung virile man was half her own age sent shivers down her spine, her legs clamped down as she squirted hard hearing the young man’s name,

*Glok!*

“Yesh, Aslan, d-deeper!!”

*Glok!!*

The revelation hit her like a train, the visions… the lingering taste, why did the woman look so similar to her, she even recognised some of her own stretchmarks on the mature voluptuous woman’s body

*Huuu…*

Between ragged breaths, the redhaired fat assed milf barely managed to steady herself against the bathroom’s wall, almost slipping, her legs still shaking under the power of her orgasm.

“Ohmygod…”

Reya couldn’t believe herself, she… What had she just done, did she just cum to her own Aslan? Who was that woman and why was she screaming her son’s name? Could it just be a coincidence? Her mind had never played these kind of tricks on her… Not as of late, though she did feel something was off, since five months ago, her bedroom used two be always locked at night and it had been so ever since her marriage became a bunch of paperwork. Her poor excuse of a husband was way too busy running his business and keeping his dick inside girls his son’s classmates age to even come back at home. Yet how could Reya say this broken marriage had left her unschated? Her confidence had barely recovered over the last few month when Aslan convinced to accept her friend’s invitation, joining Arianna’s gym had allowed her to lose some excess chub and

She had finally agreed to leave the door open so that Aslan could kiss her goodnight when he returned late from cram school. The redhaired milf wrapped a towel around herself, the thin piece of fabric unable to hold her curves as her massive breasts spilled out, the outline of her wet fat pussy clearly visible. Reya’s womb twitched, a hand on her luscious lips, she could feel Aslan’s heat on them, his innocent pecks on the cheeks had gradually devolved into steamy deep kissing makeout sessions leaving her drenched, hungry for more as her son moved away… However she had no recollection of Aslan ever actually leaving the room, his mother’s memories about those nights were shrouded in a roiling pink haze, only able to make out moans and whispers, yet her body clearly remembered. Just thinking about those nights made her swallow repeatedly, she felt something sticky, creamy and thaat damn rich tangy taste on the back of her throat, the hungry milf hurriedly walked out of the bathroom maybe the steam was affecting her? That’s when she felt it. The sensation was unmistakable, a familiar, deep sloshing inside her stomach, the taste on her tongue finally appearing to the hungry, ravenous milf for what it really was. With each jiggling bounce of Reya’s fat ass, she felt that hold creamy seed churn against her gullet, the fermenting pheromone rich load’s taste hitting the back of the voluptuous mature woman’s throat, unleashing the seductive aphrodisiac aroma that had been tormenting her since breakfast,

“I’m going insane, how did I get this stuff inside me? Did I sleepwalk into my son’s room? What the hell is going on?”

Reya barely resisted the urge to just barge into Aslan’s room, her heaving chest almost bursting through the strained towel, she didn’t know what she could do in her current unstable state, what her son could do to her. She had full trust in her sweet boy yet her emerald eyes trembled at the mere idea of what might happen… Walking on her young virile son with a thin towel barely wrapping her fat ass and massive breasts, her fat pussy. Would she resist, could she even hold herself back anymore? The voracious, neglected milf’s hungry womb twitched with each sloshing sound of the mysterious load in her belly.

As she entered her room she could smell the same aromatic load fermenting in her belly all over the bed, the sweet smell charged with Aslan’s pheromones was driving the hungry milf crazy, the familiar pink haze burning deep in her emerald eyes, she was drooling yet there was a dangerous glint in Reya’s gaze now. Letting the wet towel fall to the ground, her voluptuous body stood in tall its glory, her sinful curves a hymn of fertility. The imperfections Reya was so ashamed of, those stretch-marks decorating her skin, the skindentations left by her pregnancy, the huge fat ass she has been blessed with, only growing bigger, more toned with her yoga training. As she picked her outfit for today’s yoga session, her glistening fat pussy kept twitching in anticipation, the obscene shorts, the tank top barely covering Reya’s massive milkers, panties? She… No, they wouldn’t need those kinds of obstructions. Yoga was all about release, unlocking tension, right? They would get in the way of their chakra ‘attunement’. As Reya slipped inside the obscene clothes, she felt the towel might have been more proper… The creamy tainted load sloshing inside her belly tainting the neglected mom’s mind as it fermented deep inside her, increasing Reya’s sensitivity and libido, setting her cunt on fire, drenching the tight shorts hugging her fat pussy. Reya’s mind was set. She would drive her son crazy, Aslan’s virile cock the only object of the ravenous milf’s thoughts and desires.