The slutty milf helps her son out, night boner relief

The Matriarch's First Taste

The air in the Bianchi household had grown thick with unspoken sin, the kind that clung to skin like sweat and slithered between thoughts like smoke. Stefano stood in the dimly lit hallway, the Osiris Ring pulsing against his finger, its dark energy humming through his veins like a second heartbeat.

Tonight, he would push further.

Jessica had always been the hardest to crack—strong-willed, sharp-tongued, a woman who prided herself on control. But even the strongest walls had weak points. And Stefano had spent years learning hers.

Michele sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers gripping the sheets, his cock already half-hard at the mere thought of what was about to happen.

"She’ll never agree," he had whispered earlier, his voice trembling.

Stefano had only smirked.

"She won’t have be able to resist..."

The First Touch

Jessica’s fingers drummed against the kitchen counter, her nails clicking against the marble as she poured herself a glass of wine.

Too much tension.

She could feel it—the way Stefano had been watching her lately, the way Michele’s gaze lingered just a second too long on her hips.

Something’s wrong.

But the wine helped.

She took a long sip, the **** warming her throat, loosening the knot between her shoulders.

Then—

"Mom?"

Michele’s voice, soft and hesitant, came from behind her. Hadn't he just left?

Jessica turned, her brow arching. "Michele? Shouldn’t you be asleep?"

The young man shifted, his broad shoulders tense, Michele's rough fingers flexing at his sides. "I… couldn’t."

Jessica sighed, setting her glass down. "Nightmares again?"

Michele’s throat bobbed. "Something like that."

Jessica reached out without thinking, her lithe fingers brushing his cheek. "You’re too old for this, sweetie."

Her touch lingered—just a second too long.

Michele’s breath hitched.

And then—

The ring pulsed.

A wave of warmth flooded Jessica’s veins, slow and syrupy, like honey poured over her thoughts.

"You’re so tense," Michele murmured, stepping closer.

Jessica should’ve pulled away.

Yet the sinful mother's lithe fingers didn’t move.

The Corruption Begins

Michele’s hand covered hers, his palm rough against the voluptuous mom's pale skin.

"Let me help," he whispered.

Jessica’s luscious red lips parted—to protest, to scold, to stop this—but the words dissolved before they could form.

"W-Why does it feel so hot!? Damn it, I can't even... F-Fuck! ...Think!"

His thumb brushed her lower lip.

"Just relax."

The ring’s power coiled, sinking into her mind, softening her resistance.

Images flickered—Michele as a child, laughing in the garden. Michele now, taller than her, his muscles defined beneath his shirt. The way his jeans hugged the young man's throbbing bo—

Jessica’s breath shuddered.

No.

But her sinful curvy body ached.

Hungry for her son's touch.

Michele’s fingers trailed down his mom's slender neck, the young man's touch feather-light, testing.

"You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his deep baritone rough with want.

Jessica’s pulse spiked.

This is wrong.

But the bronze relic hummed by the doorway, the fallen divinity's corruption twisting her guilt into heat.

"W-What the hell am I doing? I-I can't stop myself..."

Her fingers trembled as they settled over Michele’s belt.

"Michele…" Her voice was barely a whisper.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Please."

The Handjob

Jessica’s fingers worked slowly, her movements hesitant at first, her grip unsure.

"O-Ohmygod, he is so fucking huge... Is this why his girlfriends left? Too scared of his size... Hmmph, little sluts, I'll show him what a real woman feels like." A mental echo flared in the incubus' senses, Stefano grinned, it seemed his wife's corruption was going well...

Michele’s fat cock throbbed in her hand, thick and heavy, the young man's creamy pre-cum slicking her strokes.

*Fap*

"F-Fuck, mom, it feels so..." he hissed, his hips jerking.

*Fap*

The redhead milf's smoky contralto immediately shut him off,

"Shush, y-you are ruining the moment..."

*Fap*

Jessica’s cheeks burned, the mature woman's own arousal coiling low in her stomach.

This is my son.

But the ring’s influence drowned the thought, replacing it with something darker, hungrier.

*Fap*

"You’re so big," she breathed, her thumb swiping over his leaking tip.

*Fap*

Michele groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"M-Mom—"

Jessica’s luscious red lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on her fingers.

Michele shuddered.

The ring glowed.

The Swallow

Jessica’s resolve crumbled with every stroke, every whimper that escaped Michele’s lips.

"I’m close," he gasped, his hips bucking.

Jessica should’ve pulled away.

But the ring whispered, and her lustful curvy body obeyed.

*Schluck*

The redhead milf's luscious cocksucking pillow lips wrapped around his tip, her tongue flattening against his slit.

Michele’s fingers tightened in her hair.

"Oh fuck—"

*SPURT!*

*SPURT*

*SPURT!*

The young man's release hit his mother's throat in thick, hot jets, the young man's creamy thick cum bitter and heavy on the sinful mother's tongue.

Jessica’s green eyes fluttered shut as she swallowed, the hungry milf's voluptuous body humming with something she couldn’t name.

Shame.

Guilt.

Pleasure.

Michele slumped against her, his breath ragged.

"Mom…"

Jessica’s fingers trembled as they wiped her lips.

What have I done?

But the ring purred, its power sinking deeper.

"Again," Stefano’s voice whispered in her mind.

And Jessica knew—

This was only the beginning.

Rebecca’s Training

Unseen, unnoticed, Rebecca knelt by the doorway, the young woman's red lips stretched obscenely around Stefano’s cock.

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

Jessica’s gaze skipped over her, the horny voluptuous milf's perception altered, her mind blind to the sin happening just feet away.

Stefano’s fingers tangled in Rebecca’s hair, the middle-aged father's hips rocking into his daughter's wet throat.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval.

Rebecca’s emerald eyes rolled back, her pussy dripping as she obeyed.

The ring thrummed, its power spreading.

CORRUPT

DOMINATE

CONTROL

The Bianchi family would never be the same.