I Can't Stop Hypnotizing Mom
Veronica Sloan
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
Summary
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."
Available since: 10/12/2017.
Print length: 53 pages.
