"Wow!" the 38 year old laughed cheerfully. "A slave girl, huh? My little boy has a kinky streak!"
Jeff breathed a sigh of relief as he realized his mother wasn't mad about it. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, she looked GORGEOUS! Her mature figure was shown off by the revealing outfit, her hair shimmered flowing free, she was a vision. She twirled around, and Jeff got barely a glimpse of what he thought might be a tattoo on her ass, but it was gone too fast to be sure!
"I was afraid you'd be mad!" Jeff admitted.
"Why would I be?" Mom inquired. "I asked you to make me something different, and you did it! But wait, I shouldn't be standing here like this, if I'm suppose to be a slave, should't I really be down on my knees?"
Right before her son's astonished eyes, his mother got down on her knees, looking up at him with a wicked grin on her face. He hadn't tampered with her mind, this was all her!
"How do I look, Master?" his mother asked teasingly. "Do you like your slave-Mom?"
"Oh yeah," Jeff said, as he realized his mother was really getting into this, "but somehow it's not quite complete...I know, I think I'll..."