Mom breeding, dynasty ending

Reya's Awakening

The house was quiet when Aslan returned from school, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his golden eyes already dark with hunger. He could smell her before he saw her—vanilla and sweat, the faint musk of arousal clinging to her skin.

"Dayum..."

Reya was in the kitchen, bent over the counter, the voluptuous milf's yoga-toned thighs flexing as she stretched to reach a high shelf. Her pajama pants clung to the obscene swell of her fat ass, the fabric straining over each jiggling cheek.

"Restraint, Aslan... deep breaths... focus... f-fuck, she is too damn hot!!"

The waistband dipped low, revealing the dimples above her wide childbearing hips, the stretch marks that traced her curves like rivers of silver.

Aslan’s cock throbbed.

She turned, emerald eyes widening as she caught him staring. A flush crept up her neck.

“A-Aslan! You’re home early—”

He dropped his bag. Took a step forward.

She backed into the counter, hands gripping the edge.

“You’ve been hiding from me,” he murmured, voice rough.

Her breath hitched. “I haven’t—”

“Liar.” Another step. Now he could see the way her nipples peaked beneath her thin top, the way her thighs pressed together.

She swallowed. “I just… I didn’t want to tempt you.”

A low chuckle. “Too late.”

His hands found her hips, fingers digging into the softness of her love handles. She gasped as he pulled her flush against him, her ass grinding against his erection.

“A-Aslan, we can’t—”

“We can,” he corrected, lips brushing her ear. “And we will.”

Her breath came faster.

He spun her around, pressed her back against the counter. His hands slid under her shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of her heavy breasts.

“You’re perfect,” he growled, squeezing. “Every fucking inch of you.”

She whimpered, back arching.

“Your ass—” His palm smacked the curve, making her jiggle. “—is a gift.”

Another smack. Harder.

She cried out, nails scraping the counter.

“Your stretch marks?” He dragged his tongue up her neck. “Art.”

Her legs trembled.

“And this—” His hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing against damp fabric. “—is mine.”

She sobbed as he rubbed slow circles, her hips jerking.

“D-Don’t tease—”

“I’m not.” He nipped her collarbone. “I’m teaching.”

His fingers hooked into her panties, yanking them down.

She gasped as cool air hit her bare skin.

“Look at you,” he purred, spreading her folds. “Dripping for your son.”

Her face burned.

He sank to his knees.

“A-Aslan, wait—”

His tongue dragged through her slick in one long, filthy stroke.

She screamed.

He ate her like a man starved—lapping at her clit, sucking her swollen lips, fucking her with his tongue until her thighs shook.

“T-Too much—!”

He ignored her, fingers plunging inside, curling just so.

"O-OHMYGOD!!"

Her orgasm hit like a storm, the voluptuous milf's pussy clamping down as she squirted across his face.

"F-fuck..."

He licked his lips, standing.

“Now,” he murmured, unbuckling his pants, “let’s fix that hungry womb of your.”

Her emerald eyes widened as the young man's fat cock sprang free—thick, veined, dripping.

“A-Aslan, I—”

He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs.

“Mine,” he growled.

And then he filled her.

The Breeding

Reya’s back arched as he bottomed out, her nails raking his shoulders.

“F-Fuck—!”

Aslan groaned, hips snapping forward. “Tight.”

She was drowning in him—in the stretch, the heat, the way her son's throbbing cock dragged against his mother's tight walls with every thrust.

“Y-You’re too big—”

He smirked, hands gripping her fat ass, lifting the curvy beauty with each stroke. “No. You’re made for this.”

Reya's massive breasts bounced, her ass clapping against his thighs.

“M-More—”

He obliged, fucking her harder, deeper, until the counter creaked beneath them.

“Gonna fill you up,” he promised, his low baritone rough. “Gonna pump you full.”

"O-Ohhgod!! YES!!"

She came again, the curvy mother's hungry cunt milking him, her shrill screams muffled against his shoulder.

"FUCK!!"

He followed soon after, his release flooding her, his cum spurting deep, claiming her.

When he finally pulled out, she whimpered at the loss, her thighs trembling.

Aslan kissed her forehead.

“Mine,” he repeated.

And this time, she nodded.

The Aftermath

Reya lay sprawled across the bed, the voluptuous milf's belly rounded with his potent seed, her flushed skin glistening with sweat.

Aslan traced the stretch marks on her wide hips, the young man's touch reverent.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

She blushed, but this time, she didn’t argue.

His hand slid between her curvy legs, fingers pushing his cum back inside.

She gasped.

“Keep it in,” he ordered.

Her curvy thighs clenched.

"..."

He smirked.

Good girl.

The Future

In the weeks that followed, Reya blossomed.

No more baggy clothes. No more shame.

Just pride—in her curves, in her son, in the way his cum dripped from her with every step.

And when she knelt before him each night, mouth open, eyes worshipful, he knew—

She was home.

The Dynasty Begins

Months later, her belly swelled with his child, her tits heavy with milk.

Aslan fucked her through each contraction, his cock stretching her even as their son crowned.

And when the baby screamed its first breath, Reya smiled.

“More,” she begged, voice raw.

Aslan grinned.

Oh, he’d give her more.

The Eternal Feast

Years passed.

Their brood grew—each child hungrier than the last, each feeding from their mother in turn.

Reya thrived, her curvy body worshipped, the fertility goddess' womb never empty.

And Aslan?

He ruled.