Helping Mom Get Over It: Part One
- Hamlin
- 6 days ago
- 5 min read
The late summer heat clung to the suburban house like a second skin, the air thick and restless. Ethan sprawled on the living room couch, his lean frame slouched against the cushions, dark hair falling into his eyes. His phone glowed in his hand, the screen displaying a hypnosis app he’d downloaded on a whim—TranceMaster. Across from him, Rachel, his mother, fanned herself with a magazine, her blonde hair sticking to her neck. She wore a thin white tank top, no bra, her full tits straining the fabric, nipples poking through like a fucking invitation. Ethan tried not to stare, but his cock twitched anyway.
