He makes her his hot mom

At his words, Julianna evaluated him. "Well then. It sounds like you want this to be a pleasurable experience for me, so that's something. Please continue."

"Thank you. First of all, let's have some fun with your collection. See, I think it's really neat the kinds of adventures you two went on, knowing that there is real magic in this world. When you were in your 30s, Julianna, did you find a magic totem that blessed to not age any day that you had sex?" he asked. Just like with his new slut ex wife, he had the pleasure of watching this woman de-age before his eyes. She didn't go back as far as he might have hoped, though, stopping around age 75.

"I have a mirror with me, am I wrong?" Julianna asked, before pulling out a compact. "Well, that seems about right. Probably not what you were hoping for, Dearie?" she mocked.

"Hmm, no. And it shouldn't be what you want either. Maybe I'm not as perverted as I thought, but don't you want to be young and hot and powerful?"

"Well, I suppose my mind hasn't changed too much, there. Sure, keep going," she said.

"Well, I was thinking about that, and I have to say, I've always thought of you as a mother figure." He paused, watching her reaction. He catches a flicker of dread before she regained control of her features. "Ah, you see where this is going. Yes. Are you actually my mother, who gave birth to me and raised me?" he asked. Nothing in the room changed but the energy between them. To Curtis, this office immediately felt more like home, as if he spent his whole life here. The portraits and decorations on the walls felt more like they were his, rather than just something that he'd see in his boss' office. He had instinctive knowledge of how to navigate the Museum that could only be the result of dull summers in his youth, exploring the building.

"Interesting," she comments. "Do you have a..." she begins, before she stops, unable to make the question. "I wonder if you have a thing for moms. I'm guessing we're going to have done it at some point."

"I think it's hot if we did fuck. Don't you? First of all, do we both have full memories of this timeline?" And they did. He remembers her raising him and taking care of him. Driving him to school, pulling him out of school to take him on trips around the world. He's surprised to pick up several languages after that question. He almost felt regret for how little traveling he'd done in his old life, when it had been his choice.

"Wow, that's different. Disgusting, of course, but different," she said, mentally examining her new desires.

"Right? It's fantastic to not care about things like ****, or at least finding them super hot. And speaking of taboo, haven't you always have a thing for younger men? Growing up, wasn't it one of your deepest fantasies to fuck my friends?" He phrased it that way, specifically to see how it would affect her apparent age. Surprisingly, it didn't.

Julianne chuckled bitterly, as if reading his mind. "I'm going to save you some trouble and just say it even if I wanted to, I was never the target of youngsters' affections."

"Then change it. We both know you want to. Every woman has had a fantasy about what they most want to look like."

She bit her lip, considering. "You're right. I'll go along with this. Well then, I was a classic beauty, like Farrah Fawcett or Morgan Fairchild. I always had the perfect, most luxurious blonde hair and makeup, perky tatas, and a perfect, tight body, did I not?" She pulled out her compact and looked into it, watching herself change. She certainly became more beautiful, for a woman in her 70s. She smirked at Curtis, proud of her fidelity. Having proved something to herself, she continued, "Apparently that wasn't enough. Let's just get to it. I also had many lurid, wild, passionate affairs with young men, especially your friends. I was perfect at keeping them private, so that no one else knew about them. I've always been an expert seductress, able to keep men wrapped around my finger, eager to do my bidding. Am I wrong?"

At that, Curtis watched her age back into a gorgeous 30 year old. She looked younger than he did, now, and from just the look in her eye, he knew that she could have any man she wanted. "There we go, Mom. And finally, I believe it's my turn to ask: didn't you seduce me as well, because the thrill of fucking your own children was too much for you to resist? Even still, isn't it exciting knowing that your son wants you so bad that he's using near god-like power just to make you have your way with him?" He felt himself go rock hard, watching this woman he's known to be his mother become the ultimate MILF.