The voluptuous milf's nightmare is the young neighbour's wet dream...

THE COLLEGE BOY'S CORRUPTION – A STATUE'S SILENT SCREAM

Marco's fingers trembled as they hovered over Patrizia's exposed cleavage, his breath coming in short, excited bursts that fogged the air between them.

"F-Fuck, is this some sort of prank?"

The stale apartment smelled of spilled liquor and sex—a scent that should have repelled him but instead made his cock twitch violently against his jeans. His college textbooks lay forgotten in his backpack by the door, his entire world narrowing to the hypnotized voluptuousMILF standing frozen before him.

"S-Signora Patrizia?" he tried again, his low baritone cracking like he was still fifteen and jerking off to the lingerie ads in his father's newspapers.

No response. Just the slow rise and fall of those enormous K-cup tits beneath the ripped worn out shirt, the way her nipples strained against the fabric with every shallow breath. Marco had memorized that bra—he'd stolen glances at it drying on her laundry rack for months, imagining what those heavy globes would feel like in his hands.

"O-Ohmygod, they are even bigger than I imagined..."

Now here they were, inches from his face, and the curvy slut wasn't even moving.

"Holy shit," he whispered, his fingers finally making contact.

The moment his palm cupped her right breast, Marco's knees nearly buckled. The flesh was impossibly soft yet firm, the weight of it spilling over his fingers like warm dough. The young man's thumb found her nipple through the lace, circling the stiff peak until it poked visibly against the fabric. Still, Patrizia didn't react—just stood there like a department store mannequin, her green eyes staring blankly past his shoulder.

"Fuck, you're real," Marco muttered, his other hand fumbling with his belt.

The denim strained against his erection, the tip already leaking a damp spot onto his boxers. He'd fantasized about this moment a thousand times—jerking off in the dorm showers to thoughts of the sexy older neighbor with the body of a pornstar—but never like this. Never with her completely passive, unable to stop his every whim.

Patrizia's mind screamed.

"DAMMIT!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU STEFANO!!!"

Every nerve ending burned with humiliation as the college boy groped her, his sweaty palms kneading her tits like they were his personal stress balls. She could smell his arousal—that musky, teenage-boy stink of unwashed sheets and cheap body spray. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, his breath hitching when the cups finally fell away and her massive tits spilled free.

"Nnngh—!"

The sound escaped before she could stop it—a pathetic, broken whimper that only seemed to excite Marco more. His head snapped up, eyes widening as he realized she could feel everything.

"Y-You can feel it!" His voice was equal parts awe and perverse delight. The realization transformed him instantly—the shy college boy vanishing beneath a wave of predatory hunger. His belt clinked as he tore it open, his jeans sagging to reveal tented boxers.

Marco didn't ask permission.

One hand tangled in her long brunette curls, yanking her head down as his other hand guided his cock toward her mouth.

"Shit, t-this fucking pig is actually gonna do it!!" The mature woman was tongue-tied, unable to even whimper as the young man's boner slapped her left cheek.

Patrizia caught a glimpse of it—thick and veiny, the head flushed an angry red—before it bumped against her luscious red lips.

"Open," he demanded, his voice deeper than she'd ever heard it.

Her brother's hypnosis held the mature brunette's jaw locked.

Yet Marco didn't care.

*Ptui!*

He spat on her lips, the warm glob of saliva dripping down the voluptuous milf's chin as he pushed his throbbing cock between her teeth. The taste of salt and precum flooded her mouth as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her chin.

"Fuck yeah," Marco groaned, his hips jerking instinctively. "Just like in my dreams."

*GLOCK*

*GLOCK!!*

*GLOCK!*

Patrizia's throat convulsed around the intrusion, her gag reflex triggering—but the mature brunette's curvy body refused to pull away, her fat pussy was dripping on the dirty floor.

"Fucking dipshit!! I-I'll fu-*uuh!!*-cking **** you! O-Ohmygod..."

Tears welled in her eyes as Marco set a brutal pace, his cock pistoning in and out of the sinful milf's mouth with the clumsy enthusiasm of a virgin who'd watched too much porn.

"Gllk—! Hkkk—!"

The wet, **** sounds only seemed to spur him on. The young man's grip on her hair tightened, his free hand groping the voluptuous woman's mommy milkers roughly as he fucked her face.

"You like that, don't you?" Marco panted, his voice dripping with false confidence. "Bet you've wanted this since you first saw me checking you out."

Patrizia's mind screamed denials, but her curvy body betrayed her. The mature brunette's pierced nipples pebbled under his rough touch, her cunt growing damp despite herself. The hypnotic command kept her frozen, but it couldn't stop the traitorous heat pooling between her thighs.

Marco noticed.

"O-Oh fuck," he breathed, his thrusts stuttering as his gaze dropped to her skirt. "You're fucking soaked!!"

His hand abandoned her breast, hiking up her ripped slingshot panties to reveal the hungry milf's fat soaked pussy. Patrizia whimpered around his cock as his fingers traced her slick pink folds, the young man's touch feather-light compared to the brutality of his face-fucking.

"Nnngh! Mmmph—!"

Marco's fingers hooked into her thong, yanking it aside to expose her swollen lips. His breath hitched at the sight—the glistening pink folds, the way her clit throbbed visibly under his gaze.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he muttered, his fingers sliding through her slickness with none of the finesse he'd used moments before.

Patrizia's body arched involuntarily as his fingers found her clit, the sudden stimulation sending electric shocks through her frozen limbs. The hypnosis held her in place, but it couldn't stop the way her hips twitched toward his touch, the way her cunt clenched around nothing.

Marco grinned, his confidence growing with every muffled moan she made around his cock.

"That's it," he coaxed, his fingers circling her clit faster. "Come for me, puttana."

The command—paired with the relentless pistoning of his cock down her throat—sent Patrizia over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her body convulsing against the hypnotic restraints as pleasure overwhelmed her.

Marco wasn't far behind.

"Fuck! Gonna—!"

His hips stuttered, his cock swelling in her mouth before he erupted, thick ropes of cum painting the back of her throat. Patrizia gagged as the salty flood hit her tonsils, her body still twitching from her own unwanted climax.

When Marco finally pulled out, his softening cock left a trail of spit and cum connecting her lips to his tip. He looked down at her with something like reverence, his fingers trailing through the mess on her face.

"H-Holy shit," he breathed, tucking himself back into his jeans. "I'm definitely coming back tomorrow."

Patrizia remained frozen as he left, the taste, tangy and creamy of a very backed up student's cum lingering on her tongue, the mature brunette's sinful body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"F-FUCK, WHY!! W-WHY DIDN'T HE CLOSE THE DAMN... SHIT!!"

The door stayed open.

And the Osiris mark, Stefano's incubus crest, on the voluptuous milf's belly pulsed like a second heartbeat.