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The Breakfast Ritual – A Mother's Corruption Served Warm

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting golden shafts of light across the marble countertops where condensation still clung to freshly squeezed orange juice glasses. The air hung thick with the rich aroma of dark roast coffee and sizzling butter, mingling with the subtle floral notes of Reya's perfume—a scent that had haunted Aslan's dreams since puberty.

Reya moved about the kitchen with the effortless grace of a woman comfortable in her own skin, her bare feet padding softly against the tiled floor. The silk robe she wore—a delicate emerald green that matched her eyes—did little to contain the voluptuous curves beneath. With each reach for the upper cabinets, the fabric strained across the impossible swell of her K-cup breasts, the deep vee of her cleavage revealing tantalizing glimpses of pale flesh marked by the faintest silver stretchmarks—trophies of motherhood that made Aslan's mouth water.

How many nights had he spent imagining those heavy globes bouncing as she rode him?

How many loads had he spilled imagining those pillowy lips wrapped around his cock instead of smiling at him over breakfast?

Aslan sat at the oak breakfast table, his morning erection straining painfully against the thin fabric of his sleep shorts. He watched through hooded eyes as his mother's robe gaped open when she bent to retrieve a spatula, giving him a heart-stopping view of creamy inner thigh that disappeared into shadow.

"Sleep well, sweetheart?" Reya asked, her voice warm with maternal affection as she flipped a golden-brown pancake. The question was routine, innocent—but the way her hips swayed as she turned toward him was anything but.

Aslan's fingers tightened around his coffee mug. "Fine," he grunted, the single syllable rough with sleep and barely restrained lust.

Reya's lips—those plush, pink lips he'd fantasized about a thousand times—curved into a knowing smile as she approached with his plate. The robe's belt had come loose during her cooking, and with each step, the fabric parted further, revealing more of the creamy swells of her breasts. When she leaned over to set his breakfast before him, the neckline gaped obscenely, giving him an unobstructed view of her heavy tits swaying free beneath the thin silk.

Fuck...

His cock twitched violently, precum already beading at the tip as he imagined sinking into that warm, welcoming flesh.

Reya's fingers—long, elegant, the nails painted a demure nude—lingered near his wrist as she poured maple syrup. "You seem tense this morning," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. The scent of her—vanilla and something muskier, something inherently female—flooded his senses. "Maybe we should extend our yoga session today."

Aslan's jaw clenched. The double entendre hung between them, thick and heady. Was she teasing him? Testing him? Or was this just another morning in the slow, delicious **** of living with the woman who haunted his every wet dream?

A bead of sweat trickled down Reya's neck, disappearing between her breasts. Without thinking, Aslan's tongue darted out to wet his lips.

That's when it happened.

Reya leaned in—ostensibly to kiss his cheek—but her positioning was all wrong. Her plush lips hovered mere inches from his own, her breath coming in soft, quick puffs against his mouth. The neckline of her robe had fallen completely open now, her heavy tits swaying tantalizingly close to his face.

Damn.

Aslan's control shattered.

A low, guttural sound vibrated in his chest—a frequency tuned to the hypnotic triggers he'd been planting in her subconscious for weeks.

Reya's emerald eyes instantly glazed over, her pupils dilating as the pink haze of his influence washed through her mind. Her plush lips parted on a soft gasp, her body going pliant and receptive.

"Mom," Aslan commanded, his voice layered with supernatural compulsion, "why don't you kneel down and check if I'm... presentable for our session?"

Reya's breath hitched, but the mature redhead's curvy body obeyed without hesitation.

"W-What am I doing? It's so hard... to just think." A mental echo, it seemed his hypnotic powers were growing fast.

The voluptuous milf sank gracefully to her knees between his spread legs, her delicate hands coming to rest on his thighs. The silk robe pooled around her, leaving the mature woman's upper body completely exposed—her heavy fat mommy milkers swaying with each movement, her pink nipples pebbled tight from arousal.

Holy shit, she was so fucking beautiful.

Her fingers trembled as they hooked into the waistband of his shorts. "Oh my," she murmured dreamily, her voice thick with hypnosis as his erection sprang free. "You're... very presentable indeed."

Aslan's cock stood proud and leaking, the thick veins straining against flushed skin. Reya's breath came in quick, shallow pants as she took him in—the sheer size, the musky scent, the pearly bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Go on," Aslan coaxed, threading his fingers through her auburn locks. "Inspect me properly."

Reya needed no further encouragement. Her plush lips parted, her tongue darting out to lap at the precum beading at his slit. The moment her taste buds registered his flavor—salty, musky, addictive—a full-body shudder wracked her frame.

*Schluck*

*Schluck*

The obscene wet sounds filled the kitchen as Reya took him deeper, her throat working around his girth like she'd been born to suck him. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away—couldn't pull away.

Aslan groaned, his hips jerking as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. "That's it, Mom," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "Take your son's cock like a good girl."

Reya moaned around him, the vibrations sending electric pleasure up his spine. Her hands clutched at his thighs, her nails digging in as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass.

Then—

Aslan pulled her off with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva.

Reya gasped for air, her lips swollen, her face flushed. A thin strand of spit still connected her to his throbbing length.

"Not done yet," Aslan growled, guiding her head lower. "Clean the rest of me."

Reya's eyes fluttered shut as she nuzzled into his balls, breathing deep of his musk before taking one into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, lapping up every trace of sweat and musk.

God, she was good at this.

As if sensing his thoughts, Reya moved lower still, her hands spreading his cheeks as her tongue darted out to lap at his entrance.

"Fuck—!" Aslan hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Reya moaned, the vibrations against his most intimate flesh sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. Her tongue worked him open with obscene precision, her nose buried against his taint as she ate his ass with single-minded devotion.

*Slurp*

*Schlick*

The filthy sounds filled the kitchen, mingling with Reya's muffled moans. One of her hands had slipped between her own thighs, her fingers working frantic circles over her soaked panties as she got off on degrading herself for him.

Aslan yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Spit slicked her chin, her eyes glassy with pleasure and hypnosis.

"You love this, don't you?" he sneered, grinding his palm against her clit through the damp fabric. "My perfect, filthy mommy."

Reya's back arched, a silent scream tearing from her lips as she came, her thighs clamping around her own hand.

Then—

Aslan released the hypnotic hold with a soft whistle.

Reya blinked, her eyes clearing as she found herself kneeling between his legs, her face smeared with spit and her robe in complete disarray.

"Oh!" she gasped, her voice light and airy as the hypnosis-induced amnesia took hold. "How silly of me to get so distracted."

She rose gracefully, straightening her robe as if nothing had happened. But Aslan saw the way her fingers trembled, the way her thighs rubbed together, the way her eyes kept darting to his still-hard cock.

The corruption was taking root.

And soon—

Very soon—

She would break completely.