Slow and Steady

"Okay Alan. 30 minutes, than I got to get to hot yoga." My milf of a mom says, just barely concealing her distaste. Obviously torn between her desire to avoid me and my lecherous gaze, and her hope that my promised 'revolutionary idea' would get me out of her house.

"No problem Mom. Just sit back, watch the introduction video, and answer some feedback questions" I try, probably unsuccessfully, to hide a smirk as I look at her hot body. Clever girl, she was wearing loose sweats over her yoga gear. "Covering up for your pervert son" I think. "To bad this is all mine soon." Not wanting to damage the goods I load in the Loving Slavegirl Program. And set it up for my loving mother.

As she presses play on my laptop I reposition myself away from the screen. All research points to men being immune but one should always be careful. "Oh? That's... Interesting." She says, confused by the swirling colors and flashing lights. "But I thought this was an introd....." Her voice trails off as the second stage begins, eyes wide unable to close as the screen flashes brighter and brighter.

"Wh..what is happening Ala..Master. Alan is Master." She chants, realizing to late that I've got her trapped. "Nooooo... Noooooot riiiiight.... I'm your Mooooooother ****. I am your ****. Alan is Master." Her panic is rising and the flashes are coming faster lighting up the whole room. "Alan is Master. NOOoooo. I am your ****. Stoooooopp. Alan is Master. I am your ****. C..can't fight. "Alan is Master. I am your ****. Cannot resist."

Her concern is almost gone and she is repeating her training at a feverish pace. Her hand has slipped under her shorts to rub her crotch thru her yoga pants. "Alan is Master. I am your ****. Must Obey. Alan is Master. I am your ****. Mmmmmm" she cums as stage 3 starts. I leave her to it.