Some sleep would do you well

After all, last night's sleep had been plagued with hauntingly realistic imagery of your mother's mature yet tight body firmly wrapped around your long, throbbing, wanting cock. It didn't take long after you placed your head down on your desk that you began to doze off, but no sooner did you close your eyes that you heard a soft, sweet, but unfamiliar voice. "It was just a dream."

You woke up with a start and a gasp. Two details caught your attention, the first of which, there was now a woman sitting directly in front of you. She wore a long, white, and beautiful dress that did nothing to hide her figure. She had silky red hair and a smile that shined like the sun. She batted her eyes at you. Then you noticed the second detail: You were no longer in your classroom. You were still sitting at your desk, but everything else had disappeared. You were sitting in a small clearing in the middle of a dark, dense forest, with pine trees and firs that stretched high above your head to block out the sun. The woman was sitting on a stump. "About your mother, it was just a dream." She repeated herself, "But it doesn't have to be."

You furred your brow and ignored the erection in your pants, leaning in towards the strange woman. "How do you know about that?" You asked, your tone filled with accusation, "How do you know about that dream?"

"Because I gave it to you." She smiled and reached out, caressing your cheek. You felt calm in her presence. Safe. Relaxed. "Did you enjoy it?"

You opened your mouth, ready to gasp in disgust with the intention of saying 'ew, no of course not!'. But you couldn't bring yourself to it. You let your mind turn back to the moment of orgasm. The feeling of erupting inside of your mother had given you the best high you had experienced in your entire life. Instead, you said. "Yes. It felt incredible."

The woman laughed, and sighed happily, "I'm glad you admit it. It's a shame that society has made the natural lust between a mother and their son a topic to be tabooed and shunned. Sex is a healthy part of any relationship, especially familial. I've seen your mother, and the two of you would make a very beautiful baby.

You blushed, but you felt your cock harden further. "Who... who are you?"

"I am Erzulie." She sighed, "A goddess of lust, beauty, and fertility. Though your world does not recognize me anymore. I have come to bestow a gift upon you. With this gift, any person who knows you sensually will from then on seek nothing short of undying approval from you. Your friends. Your teachers. Even your family. You enjoyed that dream. Will you let me help you make it a reality?" She stepped forward and took one of your hands, tenderly lifting it before placing it back down on her breast. "I can promise you that the process is quite satisfying."