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Early morning, breakfast

The kitchen smelled of freshly brewed coffee and simmering butter. Reya stood at the stove, her silk robe clinging to the curve of her hips as she flipped pancakes. Morning light streamed through the window, gilding the loose strands of auburn hair that escaped her bun. Aslan slumped at the table, still groggy, his gaze drifting to the way her robe gaped when she leaned forward exposing his mother's deep cleavage. A sliver of pale breast glinted in the sunlight. How many times had he fantasized about those massive milkers? If Reya had known how much seed her son had spilled for her luscious rack, would she hide those tits in shame or feel flattered by the young man's attention? She caught him staring, Aslan nervously grabbed the edge of the table.

“Sleep well, darling?” she asked, voice honeyed, carefree, it seemed she didn't mind at least. Mom's hips swayed more sensually than usual as she brought the plate to the table, her ass brushing against Aslan's fingers, the robe’s belt loosened further as she leaned down. Aslan's cock strained against his shorts as his vision was filled with the deep valley of his own mother's huge tits, the white striped stretchmarks from motherhood stirred his loins... How could his father neglect such a sight?

Yet the heavenly sight was short-lived, Reya straightened herself in one smooth motion, a thin smile gracing her luscious lips. Her green eyes shone playfully, damn she was enjoying this! Seeing her body capable of inducing a reaction in such a young man... No, he was her own son! Reya tapped Aslan's shoulder nervously, asking again if he had a good rest last night. Keeping his eyes down on the plate, the only answer was a rough grunt, the fork stabbing a pancake a bit too loudly. Reya's slender fingers brushed his wrist spending a bit too much time caressing his arm, she poured syrup down, Aslan noticed she didn't wear a ring today. A jolt. Static, Reya finally lifted her hands from her son, a pink glow in her emerald ears clouded her consciousness. Her scent—vanilla and something darker, womanly—flooded his senses. She lingered, thumb grazing his pulse. “You’re tense,” she murmured. “We’ll need an extra-long session today. I'll see you later...”

Aslan's incubus pheromones were finally showing their effect, he smirked, shiny pearls of sweat trickled down Reya's chin falling in the deep valley between her huge breasts. His mom's white skin flickered with an unnatural glow for a moment, incubus marks all over the milf's curvaceous body resonated with him, Aslan could sense the tight connection, the hypnotic subliminal training he had subjected her to night after night, tirelessly, Reya's soul and sinful body marked with her own son tainted, virile semen.

Reya leaned down again, she was flustered and tried to break the tension by pecking Aslan on the cheek. Wrong choice, in her confusion, the lustful woman's luscious cock-sucking pillows were dangerously close to her son's lips, Reya's hot breath lingered against his skin, daring Aslan to fuck her face right there and then. Clenching his teeth, he barely kept himself seated, his dick plopped free from the loose shorts he was wearing, his cock-head angrily smashing against the under-table.

A low guttural sound emerged from Aslan's throat, the frequency keyed to his mother's hypnotic training, she quickly knelt down and grabbed her son's penis with her lithe hands, the thick, sticky precum staining her fingers, in a deft motion Reya took her son's cock deep into her snug throat, the wetness thoroughly hugging Aslan's shaft with each contraction of the cum hungry milf's trained hole looking to milk him dry. He had other plans though. Just to make sure his cock was thoroughly clean, he pumped his cock in and out of his mom's lips, letting the hungry milf's tongue work her magic before finally hilting himself deep into her throat-pussy, holding the position for over forty five seconds, it was only then that Aslan gave another slow hypnotic whistle gradually dispelling his mom's submissive pliant state, the pink glow fading off as her eyes recovered their usual emerald hue. Still kneeling between Aslan's legs, with her son's massive shaft deep inside her throat, Reya's neck bulged with the sheer girth of my shaft, yet it was nothing, just routine. What I loved the most about hypnosis was how I could create this kind of situations, mom's mind fails to keep up with her hypnotic state. What happens? Does she scream? Throw a fit of rage? Maybe even spit and vomit after discovering her own son's cock lodged deep inside her throat...

"Uh, where wash I? Ah, how carelesh of you Aslan... Shtill need-Ding ah! Your mom to tuck your little, oh well, not sho little anymore, are we?"

*Shluck*

*Schluck*

As if it was the most normal thing in the world, mom slobbered some more over my shaft before allowing my cock free from her mouth with a lurid pop, letting it plop against her pretty face, Reya's green eyes turned into crescent moons as her cheeks puffed up against my huge shaft the redhaired milf playfully kissed my whole length, pampering me with absolute devotion. The ravenous voluptuous cumslut breathed in deep her own son's pheromone stained musk, sending shivers down my spine with each ragged breath brushing against my wet nutsack. Her plush cock sucking pillow lips moved down to my balls, sucking into her mouth each one of the virile bitch breeders, thoroughly giving a deep-clean service, slurping all of my smegma, sweat and precum with relish, yet Reya wasn't done. Grabbing her son's arms, mom pushed my hands over her head desperately beckoning me to take control. Without hesitation I roughly grabbed my mother's redhair, yanking her down, level with my balls, her hot hungry ragged breaths tickling my scrotum before I felt her probing tongue against my ass. Wet slurping noises filled the dining room as Reya, the voracious cum-hungry milf ate her own son's ass, the acrid, pungent musk charged with masculinity and dense pheromones lit a fire in the red-haired milf's neglected womb, only making her tongue more **** as she drove deeper into Aslan's ass making absolutely sure he was squeaky clean for their yoga session today.

I could see a dark wet patch in the hungry milf's pants as she got off from her son's degradation, pushing Reya's head down I heard my mom **** as she feasted on my ass, her tongue too busy deep-cleaning her son's prostate to bother with breathing. The mindbroken slut milf's emerald eyes rolled back as she finally reached her own high, her thighs clamped down as Reya started convulsing under the sheer power of her aphrodisiac induced state's release, her shrills screams drowned down by her son's heavy nuts as I kept my iron grip on her red hair, keeping my mom fixed beneath me, between my legs where she belonged. After several minutes, I let mom's hair go, the voluptuous milf wordlessly got up a dumb, pleased smile on her face dirty with precum, smegma and her own saliva. Reya's mind unable to process the situation, she didn't bother making herself proper, letting her massive breasts hang freely from her robe, I helped those huge tits back in while giving mom's nipple a hard playful twist. The redhaired cumslut finally broke out of her blissful stupor, her eyes wandered down to my exposed cock and she quickly got down to take away my dirty, wet shorts for the laundry her face level again with my erection, mom gave a final parting kiss to my slick glans, the voracious milf's cocksucking pillow lingered a bit, letting her luscious lips hungrily suck on the tip. I grabbed mom's neck bringing her emerald eyes level with mine, **** her up as she moaned between ragged gasps, my left hand left for her wet pussy pushing my huge cock against her labia, the hard grinding on my shaft finally made the ravenous cumslut snap back to reason, Reya's emerald eyes refocused while her hands finally pushed me away with some resistance, she coughed a bit trying to recover her voice,

"Urgh, I-i'll be waiting for you in t-the livin-ng room... I'll take a shower first, huu."

Reya's movements were still confused, she haphazardly put herself in order, the confused fog clouding her eyes clearing with each moment as she made herself as close to presentable one could be after taking a cock down your throat and giving your own son a deepcleaning rimjob... Before leaving, mom picked up my saliva and cum drenched pants, she instinctively took them to her nose for a whiff, the aphrodisiac incubus pheromones too great a temptation to resist, before putting them down in the laundry basket. With her back to me, Reya pointed back down at my cock while bashfully looking ahead, unable to face her son at first, but she finally relented when she found no reaction from me. What a contrast it was with her whorish, hungry behaviour from a few minutes before. Stealing glances at my prick, mom whispered under her breath while desperately trying to sound authoritative,

"Oh, and do put on some boxers, can't have you flopping around with that huge... Fuck! I'll see you later, Aslan. Remember, boxers."

The red-haired milf's robe slipped as she turned, baring a precum-slick nipple after her fresh hands on deep-cleaning session for her beloved son. On the ginger milf's pale shoulder, the mark of Aslan's nightly visits still fresh, a vine like tattoo, faint and thumb-shaped. His incubus mark taking root with each time he emptied his balls upon her body, Aslan's tainted semen was slowly but surely changing his mother into something more. The syrup turned his thoughts back to what awaited them later in the morning... Another opportunity for mother-son bonding, a hands-on yoga session. What kind of taboo would they break today? How much could he push his luck?

Aslan watched her leave for the living room, his gaze stuck on her jiggling fat ass as it rippled like jello with each twist in his mother's steps, the pancakes couldn't sate his hunger, his lust only burned stronger, the nightly releases weren't enough anymore. He had to take her, to make his mother his own, to own her body and make her a **** to her son's cock. This was Reya's secret dream and desire, every night for the last three months this was all Aslan did, lay the foundation for the voluptuous, neglected milf's corruption, placing subtle hypnotic cues, whispering into her ears as his mother's body laid naked before him, spilling his tainted seed on her again and again, reinforcing his grip on her mind and body. The animalistic impulse to just breed Reya's neglected cunt growing with each hot rope of his tainted incubus jizz he painted her curves with, letting it seep into her skin, mixing his own corrupted cum with her skincare creams, knowing she wore his loads every day made him hard as a rock.

Patience, Aslan. Only a little nudge... They were close to the next stage, and it would be Reya who initiated her own fall into lust.

He could have fucked his mother's massive ass against the counter anytime over the last few days, and oh boy, how much restraint it had taken him to resist, to endure the sight of the oblivious, clumsy milf bending over for the sixth time in a row to pick up a spoon, the long-legged milf's fat pussy stretching against the thin fabric of her pants. It took every ounce of Aslan's willpower to keep himself from leaping at her huge ass, grabbing those fat sinful curves she kept torturing her son with, letting her taste deep inside her neglected pussy how hard he was for her, let the hungry sex starved milf cry in pleasure and know what a real cock was.

Now he only had to push. To call and his mom would answer. Answer only to him, her son’s cock. Reya’s master, now and forever.