Yeah, just some innocent family bonding

“Focus Reya, we can do it! It’s jus a regular yoga session, afterwards I can get a prescription from the physician and forget everything, Aslan is too innocent for this kind of stuff. Wasn’t he?”

Somehow instead of relief, Reya felt heavy bitter disappointment creep up, ruining her mood. As she moved to the living room, a war raged in the voluptuous milf’s heart. NO! Even if Aslan wasn’t ready, she would do all she could to make him see how hot, I mean how great his mother was! There was no way she could allow any cheap whore with a fresh face to take, to steal her son, her sweet boy, the same one she had painstakingly raised, fed and clothed for goodness’ sake! The least Aslan could do was give her some attention, she had needs too… Reya’s neglected womb twitched in anticipation, the mere idea felt forbidden yet so tantalising. N-no she couldn’t do it, they shouldn’t cross those lines, right? The neglected milf’s emerald eyes trembled as she thought out loud,

“F-fuck, what is going on with me!?”

Reya was losing her grip, ideas she could have never entertained less than a week ago were now flooding her mind, seducing her with each whispered moan and visions where she finally received the attention she craved, no, demanded. How could she have gotten this far, just letting herself rot and drift away aimlessly while the whole world, everyone moved forrward? As she gazed at Aslan’s chiseled face, the awareness he would also one day leave and abandon her filled her with existential dread, she only broke out of her stupor after her son put his strong arm around her shoulders, his sweet familiar scent made her feel safe, his concerned voice a healing balm for her worried heart

“Are you ok mom? You are flushed… Did you see anything strange during your shower?“

All was good, At least before he reached the second sentence, the shower? Reya’s mouth opened wide in shock, the familiar yet nostalgic sweet tangy taste in the back of her throat grew thicker, the hungry milf could almost taste it on her luscious lips, filling her mouth as she slobbered all over… What was happening to her? She was completely mortified, her hands went to her large breast trying to calm down the wild beating in heir chest, how could her son know?

The visions… the young man and the mature woman… If those two lovers could be so intimate despite their age gap, wasn’t there a chance for her too? No! Aslan was her own son!

“I mean, did a ghost pop out of the toilet, dripping white t-h-i-c-c creamy ectoplasm all over the floor?”

Of course he was just joking, her son wouldn’t even conjure the thought right? Then why did Reya’s pussy grow smouldering hot as the young man’s rich baritone spelled out the word thick?

It almost felt like Aslan had pushed a button directly linked to her g-spot, the heat was driving her crazy, Reya’s cleavage glistened with sweat before they even got to their first pose…

“If he is playing games, I won’t bet that easy to beat…”

The ravenous fat assed milf rolled out their yoga mats with a practiced sway of her hips, bending down low to adjust the edges just as Aslan stretched his core muscles before her, her plump rear thrust high in the air, the fabric around his mom’s fat pussy stretching thin revealing the clear outline of her pink folds. Aslan’s cock twitched in his sweatpants, his mom’s pussy just a few inches away from his groin, close enough for him to feel the hungry milf's smouldering heat on his groin, a bead of precum already leaking as he watched the shadow of her cunt press against the sheer fabric—fuck, no panties either. Her emerald eyes flicked to him, catching his stare, and a smirk curled her lush, cock-sucking lips. “Ready, darling?” she purred, her voice a velvet blade slicing through reason, lowering her son’s restraint.