You're starting to see her point. You can't undo the spell. Maybe...

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. You don't think there's any way around this spell. You have to find 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. If you keep putting her off, she'll just get worse, and maybe she will lose her mind. There are things you can do with her that aren't outright ****, right?

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, stiffening in your jeans. Your mouth feels dry, and your heart is pounding now, too. Your stroking of her hair becomes combing your fingers through it. It feels silky. Her body is soft and warm, and moving rhythmically against yours. You can hear her breath becoming heavier, faster. You feel like you are panting and out of breath as well.

Your mother buries her face against your chest, she sobs out, "I love you so much. Want to be with you so much. I'm sick, Dave, a terrible mother to put you through this. 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. Please tell me what to do. I don't know anymore. Tell me what to do. I'll do whatever you say." Her urgent words gush out like water through a burst dam.

Fuck! You cast that spell in the first place because you dreamed of having a girl press her body against yours and say things like that to you, but you didn't want it to be your mother. She is a beautiful woman though, and you know she loves you, and did even before the spell. Your fingers curl in her hair, and tug her head back, lifting her face up towards yours. You press your lips to hers. It's a light, tentative kiss, but it lingers longer than the chaste kiss of a son to a mother.

You're unsure what to do next. You've never kissed a girl before. But after a moment or two, your mom takes the lead, she presses her mouth harder against yours. The tip of her tongue slips between your lips, then draws back. Her mouth opens wider, inviting your tongue to follow. You're breathing heavily through your nose as you take up the invitation. You can't help thinking how awkward and inexperienced you feel. You wonder if you are just clumsily shoving your tongue into her mouth and there is some technique that you are missing. Your mother moans into the kiss though. She leans against you and her arms clutch your body tighter, as if her knees were giving out. A shudder runs through her body.

You feel ashamed that you're doing this with your mother. That she's the first woman you've ever kissed like this. Ashamed that you made her like this with that spell, even though you didn't intend it to happen to her. Even with the shame, or maybe in part because of it, your cock is rock hard and straining now. Your hips rock instinctively, grinding back against her. You pull back from the kiss panting, and look into her face. She's flushed, breathing as heavily as you are. "I'll do whatever you say," she repeats in a hoarse whisper.