As your therapist, I take you deeper into a trance to help you resolve your mommy issues. I tell you about how your mother was a whore, all the while you're dressed in her clothes like the little pervert you are. I make you believe you're touching her. that you are her. I encourage you to indulge in depravity, in fucking your mother at last. I instruct you to eat her pussy, comfort her for having such a disgusting faggot for a son. I touch myself, right there in my office as I encourage you to do the most vile deeds with her body...then I cross my legs and chastise you, mindfucking you and shaming you for your kink. I tell you that your mother is getting more and more still, until she isn't living anymore. I believe part of your obsession with her is fear of her passing away. You don't really know if she really is passed away now, or if she is with you, pretending to be gone. I've mindfucked you to oblivion as you lose touch with reality and taste her rotten flesh and sink further and further into dangerous territory at my command. I make you fuck her fading cunt, rotten and dank. I touch myself again, using my power over you to make you ejaculate over and over into her pussy, attempting to impregnate your mother as you always subconsciously wished to do. The futile feat will capture your sissy faggot imagination completely.