Level five

The dial attached to the headband turns with a soft click. Jason feels his scalp prickle and the almost inaudible hum pitches up just a fraction.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

He turns it three more notches and focuses his thoughts on his mother once again. She looks dizzy for a moment a look of confusion passing across her face before she regains her composure. She wears a calm disinterested expression as her hands obey Jason's mental command.

Her blouse fell to the floor followed by her skirt. Jason watched intently as she stripped for him his cock straining against his pants. He groans softly as she unfastens her bra freeing her full heavy tits. He'd never imagined himself in a situation like this. Never even considered his mother in a sexual way, although there was no doubt she was still an attractive woman. Now here he was practically drooling as she peels her pantihose off, bending at the waist to give him a good view of her firm round ass in black lace panties. Despite that the taboo thrill of controlling her, making her act like a shameless slut, has him breathing heavily and his cock aching.

Lastly, her panties join the rest of her clothes in a pile on the floor exposing the triangle of her neatly trimmed bush. Jason gawks at her bare pussy, the same pussy that had pushed him into the world.

"Ahem" Claire clears her throat snapping his attention back to her face "Is everything alright dear? You look a little flushed."

"I, uh I'm fine" he manages "It's just a little hot today."

He waits for her to realize she's naked and start freaking out but she doesn't even seem to notice. Instead, she nods in understanding and goes back to baking as if everything was perfectly normal.