Sofia brings her mom to the next appointment...

THE TEMPTATION OF ALESSIA

The brass bell above the clinic door chimed softly as Sofia stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished hardwood. But she wasn’t alone this time.

Behind her, a woman lingered—Alessia Ricci, her mother, all soft curves and nervous energy. Voluptuous in a way only Italian mothers could be, her chestnut hair streaked with silver, her hips swaying in a flowing linen dress that did little to hide the ripe swell of her breasts or the plush thickness of her thighs. A yoga mat was slung over one shoulder, her fingers twisting the strap with restless energy.

Vasudeva looked up from his desk, his crimson eyes gleaming.

Oh, he thought, his lips curving into a beatific smile. This will be delicious.

The Session Begins

"Dr. Mahayana," Sofia murmured, her voice already breathy with anticipation. "This is my mother, Alessia. She’s been… struggling."

Alessia’s dark eyes darted around the room, taking in the incense, the mandalas, the divan. Her fingers fluttered to her throat, her pulse jumping beneath her skin.

"I don’t know about this, tesoro," she whispered to Sofia. "It’s all so… unconventional."

Vasudeva rose, his white robes whispering against the floor, his platinum hair catching the lantern light like a halo.

"Alessia," he murmured, her name a prayer on his lips. "What a pleasure."

His hand brushed hers—deliberately cold, deliberately jarring—and she gasped, her pupils dilating.

Got you.

The Hypnosis

Vasudeva guided them to the center of the room, where plush cushions were arranged in a loose circle.

"Lie down," he commanded, his voice weaving through the air like smoke.

Sofia obeyed instantly, her body melting into the cushions, her skirt riding up her thighs.

Alessia hesitated.

Vasudeva’s fingers traced the curve of her cheek.

"Trust me," he whispered.

And she did.

Her body sank onto the cushions beside her daughter, her breath hitching as Vasudeva knelt between them.

"Close your eyes," he murmured, his voice a lullaby. "Breathe in…"

Their chests rose in unison.

"Breathe out…"

Alessia’s shoulders slumped, her resistance crumbling.

Vasudeva’s hands hovered over their bodies, his fingers trailing just above their skin, close enough to make their nerves sing.

"Sofia," he murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Tell your mother what you learned last time."

Sofia’s lips parted, her voice dreamy. "That… pleasure is healing."

Alessia’s breath hitched.

Vasudeva’s fingers dipped beneath the neckline of Alessia’s dress, his touch ice against her flushed skin.

"Truth," he purred.

The Corruption

His hands moved lower, skimming over Sofia’s thighs, Alessia’s hips, his touch maddeningly light.

"Mom," Sofia whimpered, her fingers twitching toward Alessia’s hand. "It’s okay."

Alessia’s fingers tangled with her daughter’s, their grip ****.

Vasudeva smirked.

Perfect.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of Alessia’s dress, peeling it down her shoulders, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, the dusky pink of her nipples.

Alessia moaned, her back arching.

"Shh," Vasudeva soothed, his lips brushing her ear. "Let go."

And she did.

Her body sank into the cushions, her thighs falling open, her cunt glistening with arousal.

Sofia watched, her own fingers creeping between her legs, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Vasudeva’s hands cupped Alessia’s breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, his touch merciless.

"You’ve been so lonely," he murmured, his voice laced with power. "Haven’t you, Alessia?"

A sob tore from her throat.

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes—"

Vasudeva’s fingers pinched her nipples, hard.

Alessia screamed, her hips jerking, her cunt clenching around nothing.

So easy.