You try to tell mom to forget she saw this, to never think about it.

“Mom!” You blurt out in surprise as fumble with your mouse to close the window, but miss the button on the screen. The video keeps playing, with the naked woman now bent over the arm of a sofa and getting spanked. “No… I just... I clicked on a link because I was curious. I wasn’t… I mean. I don’t...” Your voice trails off. You feel your face getting hot as you blush. Maybe you can get her to forget about this if you tell her to.

“Mom… I’d really like it if you forgot you ever saw this. If you just never thought about it again.”

Your mother blinks, she shakes her head. “I wish I could, honey… but… I can’t remember to forget it if I don’t remember it. I can’t concentrate on not thinking about it, without thinking about it. I want to… want to for you… I can’t though.”

You file that information away. You don’t think you can make someone under the spell consciously alter their thoughts, unless they are Zen masters or you hypnotize them, maybe. You can see your mother is becoming upset by not being able to do what you want, so you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it, mom. It’s ok to remember... to think about it.” You try to smile at her warmly. You reach out and take her hand, squeezing it tight. “I mean it, I really don’t want you to worry about trying to forget; it’s getting you too upset.” You can see her relax.

“I’ll tell you the truth…”