Aslan pretends nothing is wrong

The Point of No Return

The moment stretched between them—thick with tension, heavy with the scent of sex and shame. Reya stood frozen in the doorway of Aslan’s bedroom, the curvy milf's fingers trembling around the crumpled tissues soaked in her son’s thick creamy cum.

"O-Ohgod, how am I going to explain this..."

Her mind screamed at her to leave, to throw them away, to pretend this never happened.

But her body burned.

Aslan lounged on his bed, shirtless, his sculpted torso still glistening from the shower, his smirk lazy and knowing. He stretched like a predator satisfied with its hunt, his golden eyes half-lidded as he watched her struggle.

"Since you’re already here," he murmured, voice dripping with false nonchalance, "why don’t you clean up the rest of the mess, Mom?"

Reya’s breath hitched.

Her grip tightened on the tissues.

"D-Did he really just... No way."

No.

No, she couldn’t.

She shouldn’t.

But the Osiris ring pulsed against Aslan’s finger, its hypnotic energy coiling around his mother's voluptuous body like invisible chains, sinking deeper into her mind with every frantic beat of her heart.

"Obey him."

"You want to."

"You need to."

Her luscious red lips parted—to protest, to scold him, to deny this filthy demand—but the words died in her throat.

Instead, Reya heard herself whisper, the hungry redhead milf's smoky contralto trembling with desire:

"O-Okay."

The Descent Begins

Reya moved on autopilot, her body no longer her own.

She picked up the discarded tissues, her fingers brushing against the damp spots where her son’s seed had seeped into the fabric. The scent—musky, primal, intoxicating—filled her nostrils, making her mouth water.

God, she could taste it already.

Her thighs clenched.

Her pussy ached.

She should throw them away.

She should.

But as she turned toward the door, Aslan’s voice slithered after her, dark and commanding.

"Don’t take too long, Mom."

A shiver wracked her body.

The tissues felt heavier now.

Hotter.

Forbidden.

The Breaking Point

The hallway stretched endlessly before her, the distance to the trash can suddenly insurmountable. The virile seed's, her son's cum left the hungry sinful mother drooling.

"W-What the hell is wrong with me... Fuck!! It smells so damn good..."

Her steps slowed.

Her breathing grew ragged.

Just one taste.

Just one.

Her fingers trembled as she brought the crumpled tissues closer, her nose flaring at the thick, heady aroma of her son’s release.

"No," her conscience whimpered.

"YES," her body roared.

And then—

She broke.

Her tongue darted out, swiping across the sticky residue clinging to the paper.

The flavor exploded across her senses—salty, rich, addictive—and a moan tore from her lips before she could stifle it.

Oh God.

Fuck.

Reya's fertile womb throbbed with unquenched desire.

"J-Just a taste, it would be a waste to throw away such a virile seed..."

She couldn’t stop.

She didn’t stop.

The sinful neglected housewife's tongue lapped greedily, **** for more cream, her luscious red lips sealing around the soaked fabric as she sucked the last remnants of his cum from the fibers.

The hungry milf's knees wobbled.

Her mind shattered.

She was eating her son’s cum.

"O-Ohmygod, why does it feel so good..."

And she loved it.

The Aftermath

When the tissues were dry—when not a single drop remained—Reya finally pulled back, panting, the hungry milf's lips glistening, her pretty face flushed with shame and arousal.

She had done it.

"How can I face him now... What will he do now that his mom is a pervert?"

She had crossed the line.

And now?

No, she had needs.

It was completely natural.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Aslan’s low baritone drifted from his bedroom, laced with dark amusement.

"Feel better, Mom?"

Reya didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.

Because deep down, she already knew the truth.

This was only the beginning.