Meeting Mom and all her sexy secrets

As soon as Zoe disappeared, the display on your glasses went blank, leaving you with a perfectly normal view of the house and with the rush to prepare for your mom coming inside you actually managed to forget about them. So when your mother comes into the kitchen with a small quantity of groceries, you quickly realize you maybe should have taken them off.

But once that display lights up and your mother's personal information floods your awareness, it may already be too late.

"Oh, good morning, ," she says as she walks in to put the groceries away.

Her name (Christine), age (39) and other specifications like height, weight, and blood type are first to appear, as well as date of birth, various government ID numbers. After the encounter with Zoe, however, you can't stop your thoughts from straying into other areas, and you're immediately introduced to all your mothers darkest sexual secrets.

It turns out your mother is some kind of high-price escort and a hotwife with a pretty serious cuckold fetish. Her exciters include ****, spanking, deepthroating, and wearing latex. Fairly basic, all things considered. You wonder if she has any sort of secret, repressed fetishes or interests that she either doesn't even know about or that she would be into but she's never been exposed to them. If the glasses could do that...

A new list appeared, and it got much more interesting than the first. This one was all the things that she would certainly or almost certainly respond positively to. A simple thought sorted the list by how necessary it was that she be introduced carefully.

And it turned out that **** was near the very top of the list of things she'd be pretty much guaranteed to fetishize immediately, she'd just never actually come to terms with it. That led to a whole list of rapey things she'd probably get off on, but the thing that stood out to him the most was humiliation and degradation. Once she triggered that as a fetish, forcing virtually anything she saw as humiliating or degrading onto her would become exciting and arousing for the woman.

You guess the apple didn't fall very far from the tree with Zoe afterall.

Like Zoe, your mother was very attractive but you'd never really let yourself indulge in any fantasy involving either of them. Now that you knew all their lustful secrets, however, it was impossible not to see both of them as sexual beings. Due to the specific nature of their quirks and fetishes, it was very hard not to see them as sexual objects.

You consider whether or not to make a move on your mother. It'd be a more ambitious project, you think, than your hypersexualized slut sister. It would likely take some time and planning.

A blur on your screen draws your attention to your mother, who clears her throat pointedly and makes an obvious show of avoiding looking at you as she gestures in a vague downward motion with her head.

It occurs to you that your pants are a massive tent, your cock still rock hard from having dealt with Zoe, and now drooling over the possibilities of corrupting your own mother, and she's trying to politely call your attention to it.