She's your mom. You can't do what she's suggesting.

You move your hand from your mother's chest and wrap both your arms around her, holding her tight against you. You can feel her body press against yours, as she takes in a deep breath and she hugs you back. There has to be a way around this spell. Or a way to live with it.

As your mom nuzzles her face into your chest, you stroke her hair gently and murmur low. "It's ok, mom. I know this is all weird, but no matter what, I love you. It'll be ok."

Maybe things won't have to be all that different. Your mom already wanted the best for you, wanted you to be happy. The website said that if contact was denied, her obsession would grow. That doesn't necessarily mean sex, right? You could just cuddle with mom on the couch every night, hug her more through the day. That could work. Just because the spell made her attracted to you, doesn't mean you actually have to do anything about it.

As you are thinking all this, your mother's hips start rocking. She's grinding her body against yours. Despite the guilt and anxiety you're feeling, your cock begins to respond to the sensation. You put your hands on your mother's shoulders and slowly push her back away from you. "I know all you want to do is help me, but I don't think we should do that." You lean in to kiss her softly on the forehead.

You can see tears welling up in her eyes, but she nods. "I know you're right. You're always right, honey. It's just... it's hard because I love you so much. Want to be with you so much. I'm sick, Dave. I know you don't deserve this happening to you. I know I shouldn't want my own son like this. I can't help it though. You're everything I ever wanted in a man, and so much more."

She slips down to her knees in front of you. "Please tell me what to do. I don't know anymore. Should I see a psychiatrist or something? Tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you say."