Her trainer walks in

The gym door bangs as it shuts.

You struggle to see who it is. Her hair covers your face, but you hear someone next to you.

That someone brushes her hair from your face.

It is her trainer, Dale. He is smiling.

He snaps his fingers and says, "Did you like fucking your son, slut?"

Your mother smiles and says, "Yes, master."

"You love fucking, don't you slut? You love cock. right?"

Your mother grins and says, "Oh God, yes. Fucking is the most important thing in my life. I adore cocks."

"You especially worship your son's cock, right?"

"I can't resist it. I've always wanted to fuck my son and his big cock," she squeals like a teenage girl.

You are speechless. Partially from exhaustion from the fuck and partially from shock.

Dale sees the confusion on your face.

"Hey, don't worry. I didn't fuck your mother. I wouldn't take advantage of my clients that way. I love fucking with people's minds though. She is totally into **** now," Dale snickers.

"It's so easy when they trust me and are exhausted after a work out. So responsive to hypnotic suggestions," he adds.

"I've had faithful wives cheat on their husbands. Faithful husbands go to gay bars and suck dicks. Churchgoing women think they're lesbians. A matronly grandmother desire black cock. Then, I stop with the suggestions and watch their lives as they try to return to normal. It is so much fun to fuck with people's minds."

You realize that you're trapped underneath your mother.

Dales smiles maliciously at you. "You're next!"