«I Can't Stop Hypnotizing Mom» by Veronica Sloan

Cynthia
wants her son, the world-renowned hypnotherapist, to make her more fun in the
bedroom. Little did she know what he'd unleash. Greg's sweet mother used to blush at the merest hint of sex and now she can't wait to get both him and his brother into bed! Cynthia's love for the men in her life has transformed into
an ecstatic lust, and she won't be stopped until all three satisfy her at once!
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
“Mom,
you…your…um-" He was reduced to pointing like a mute idiot.
Cynthia
took her time following his finger with her eyes. First she blinked, very
slowly, and then swept her hair behind her ear. Then, with a dramatic swell of her bosom, she made a delicate squeak and covered herself. “Oh my,”
she said. “Honey, you should have said something.”
“Uh…”
His
mother's eyes blazed at him like pools of melted sapphire. Hot, blue,
luxurious. “Or maybe you liked looking?” she asked.
“No,”
he said, very quietly, and not at all believably.
“Have
you…ever seen a woman's body before?”
Brett
tried desperately to swallow the rock in his throat. Had he seen one? He'd seen
plenty of pictures. Because his mother was always home he was too nervous to watch porn.
“Do
you want to look?” she asked.
He
didn't understand this at all. It was past midnight. Maybe his mom was drunk,
or it was the witching hour — whatever that meant. “W-where's dad?”
he stammered.
“Sleeping,”
she said.
“Aren't
you not supposed to…?”
“Oh,
honey. You're being silly. I meant, would you like to see my body, so you know
how to pleasure a woman?”
Brett's
answer to that was more mumbling.
“You're
still a virgin. Right, baby?”
He
nodded, hoping she couldn't tell how aroused he was.
She
could. Grasping the hem of her nightie, she slowly pulled it up to her hips.
“Maybe this will take some of the mystery out of it.”
“Mom…”
“Come
here,” she whispered.
“Okay,”
said Brett distantly. His eyes were glued to her open thighs.
“Do
you know how sex works, baby?”
“Greg
told me,” he said.
“Oh,
Greg knows so much about the female body. You know he actually taught me a few things I didn't know.”
“Greg
did?”
She
nodded. “He taught me that sometimes couples will roleplay. Do you know
about that?”
“Kind
of?” said Brett. He was almost positive this was not something he should
be seeing, but it was impossible to look away.
Cynthia
pulled the nightie back over her thighs and leaned down to her son.
“Roleplaying is when two consenting partners pretend to be other people. I read all about it in this wonderful book about sex. Sometimes a couple will
pretend to be a teacher and a naughty student. Sometimes they'll pretend to be
strangers. Sometimes people even like to pretend they're related.”
“What?”
said Brett.
“Like,
a daughter seducing her father. Or a horny son that can't help himself from
taking advantage of his mother.” Brett's heart was going to explode. He knew it. If she kept staring at him like that, his heart would continue to throb until it burst. “Maybe we can do a practice roleplay,” his mother suggested. “For when you're ready to date a girl.”