Olivia was standing naked in the bathroom, wiping the water droplets off her body with a towel. 

Her fair skin seemed to glow under the light, while her long black hair was piled messily atop her head, exposing the elegant line of her neck, and her two round breasts swayed with her slightest movement.

In addition, those dark pink nipples and her almost non-existent small areolas only made her breasts look even more tender and delicious.

Not to mention that waist with the soft fleshiness of a MILF, there to exaggerate her firm and plump hips and the gentle curve of her belly. 

And the cherry on top was her neat, dark pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle.

She was beautiful. Too fucking beautiful.

Even someone like Herman couldn't help but lick his lips inwardly at the sight, though, on the outside, he pretended to be innocent, standing in the doorway as if frozen in shock, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape, staring at her as if he'd been turned to stone.

"Ahh!!!" 

On the other side, Olivia, who was drying herself after taking a shower, instinctively shrieked in surprise in a sharp voice when she saw her son push the door open. 

She frantically tried to cover herself, grabbing the towel she was holding, but it was useless. It was far too small to hide anything. 

In a panic, she resorted to using her hands, one arm crossing over her breasts while the other shot down to shield her pussy in a futile, desperate attempt that only made the scene more erotic. 

Seeing Herman just standing there, his eyes wide and fixed on her, she finally found her voice and shouted in a mix of fury and shame. 

"Herman, get out of here!"

"Okay, okay." 

Herman spoke in a choked voice, and he pretended to swallow hard before backing away slowly, but his eyes remained glued to his mother's naked body. 

And in that moment of fake shock, he activated his Hypnosis skill, pouring mental suggestions into her mind with every "shy" eye contact he made with her. 

'My son is also a man... I'm ashamed, but I'm also relieved he was staring... It proves I'm still beautiful... At least to my son... Besides, it's my fault today...'

Of course, he wanted to command her to drop to her knees and call him Master, but he knew instinctively that his Level 1 Hypnosis wasn't powerful enough for such a leap. 

This was expected, so he could only settle for the next best thing and leave after implanting these few suggestions.

As soon as the door was closed, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. 

"That brat!"

She wanted to curse, but thinking of her son's burning gaze just now, a hot blush crept up her neck. 

For some reason, she wasn't angry, not really. It was her fault, after all. 

Because her son usually returned in only about half an hour from his night run, she'd thought she had more time and hadn't bothered to lock the door. 

Now, she felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, but also a little smug.

Her son couldn't look away from her naked body, showing that he saw her as a woman, and she hadn't completely lost her appeal, right?

'Hmph, I'll forgive him this time.' 

With that thought, she quickly dressed and stepped out.

"Herman, Mom is done. Hurry up and get your shower, don't catch a cold. And give me your dirty clothes while you're at it."

"Okay, Mom." 

At that moment, Herman was back in his room, where he stripped off his sweaty clothes, leaving only his tight black briefs. 

His cock was thick and rock-hard, forming an imposing bulge. He looked down at his lower body, ready to start the next phase of his plan, and muttered to himself.

"The bold get rich while the timid starve to death."

Downstairs, Olivia was standing in the living room watching TV, holding a change of clothes in her hand.

She was wearing a long-sleeved black V-neck nightgown, the hem of which went past her knees, barely hiding her delicate, freshly showered skin.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around and saw her muscular son, almost naked, handing her his clothes. 

"Why aren't you dressed? Give those to me and go get in the shower."

Herman just smiled as he handed his sweat-soaked tracksuit to her. 

Noticing that she deliberately kept her eyes fixed on his face, clearly avoiding his lower body, he said in a joking tone.

"Thanks, Mom. You work so hard for me. By the way, a lot of my clothes don't fit anymore. I've gotten a lot taller recently. Look, I'm almost half a head taller than you now." 

As he spoke, he looked into her eyes and planted another seed of suggestion. 

'My son's body is so hot... He is already a capable man…'

Once the suggestion took root, Olivia found her eyes drawn down at his body, observing the changes she'd tried to ignore. 

The softness of his face was gone, replaced by sharp, handsome angles. His chest was solid, his abs were more defined. And then her gaze fell lower... 

'Ah, that's…' 

Olivia was startled when she saw the bulging outline of his erect cock, which was clearly visible against the tight black fabric of his briefs. 

She was a grown woman, a mother, and she knew exactly what she was looking at. 

'It's huge! Did it get like that after seeing me? Could my son actually be...? No, no, no. It's just a normal thing at his age. Yes, it's a natural biological reaction. My son is all grown up now, and he's capable… No, no, no, what capable… Calm down, Olivia.'

Herman looked at his loving mother, who was usually a virtuous wife, now standing there clutching his dirty clothes, her pretty face slightly flushed as she looked at his hard, erect penis that was about to burst through his briefs. 

'Just as I thought. No matter the world, status, or age, a woman is a woman. She has desires and a deep curiosity for the male cock. It's in her nature.'

Still, he didn't push further or go overboard. 

He played the part of the innocent son and turned his head away as if to watch the TV, pretending he hadn't noticed her staring at his dick.

After about ten seconds, Olivia suddenly came to her senses, her pretty face instantly turning red.

She quickly glanced at her son, saw that he was watching TV with his head tilted to the side, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief before she grabbed the pile of clothes and ran out of the living room. 

"Mom, you still haven't promised to buy me clothes?"

"Okay, I'll give you the money later!"

She hurriedly ran into the bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

Her oval face was burning with shame, and she unconsciously swallowed her saliva to make her parched throat feel better. 

Then she raised her trembling hand to her cheek, feeling the heat, and her thighs clenched together instinctively. 

'What am I doing? I am a married woman... Even if my husband is in another country, am I already this horny? And he's my son! God, it's so embarrassing.'

Downstairs, Herman watched his mother's somewhat flustered back, smiled, reached out and adjusted his penis to a comfortable position, before heading into the bathroom to take a shower with satisfaction.

After taking a shower, he came out and saw that his mother's room door was closed, so he didn't disturb her.

Instead, he went to his room, pulled on a short-sleeved shirt, and walked to the door, opening it slightly to peek at his mother's bedroom across the living room.

After patiently waiting for what seemed like ten minutes, he finally saw the door to her room open, and his mother came out holding her purse, pulling out a few banknotes.

Right away, he moved to his study desk, stripped off his underwear, leaned back in his chair, grabbed his huge, erect penis that he had increased in size with Transformation, closed his eyes, and waited patiently for the final act of this little scene to begin.

"Herman, take this money to buy clothes, okay?" 

Soon, the completely oblivious Olivia finally came and pushed open the half-closed door to his room.

But as soon as she saw what was inside, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but gasp in shock, taking a step back and leaning against the door for support. 

At the same time, Herman's eyes snapped open. Seeing his mother at the door, he deliberately put on a shocked and frightened expression.

"Mom, I..."