Sex Contents: Some Sex
Genre: Mind Control
Tags: Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Mind Control, Incest, Humiliation, Light Bond, Gang Bang, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Illustrated
Two Chapters
CHAPTER ONE:
“Mom, can you come here for a minute?” I called out, trying to keep my tone casual. I had no reason to be careful. Only my mother Fiona and my best friend David were at the house.
She entered the room, looking a bit wary. “What is it, Jeff?”
I gestured for her to stand in front of me. “I just need to make sure everything’s set for tonight. Remember the hypnosis? I need to reapply it.”
Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and resignation. “Jeff, please, not again. This has gone far enough.”
I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and assertive. “Mom, focus on my voice. You’re getting sleepy again.”
My mother futilely shook her head, but I could see the trance taking hold. “Jeff, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do this. It’s not right.”
She knew there was no avoiding the compulsion to obey me. I applied reinforcement sessions every day to bind my mother’s will to me, and she always reacted the same way. She’d plead until I placed her fully in the trance.
“Mom, look into my eyes. You are feeling very sleepy. My voice is the only thing you hear. You must listen and obey,” I continued, my voice steady and firm. I was used to my mother’s pleading. If I stopped to argue with her, the impact of the ritual would be diminished, and I’d have to start over.
Her resistance was fading, her eyelids drooping. “No, Jeff...”
“Fiona Erdman, It’s the fourth of July today! It’s your favorite day in the entire world. You are the most patriotic and obedient mother of all time. There is no one more red-blooded, true-blue, and American than you in the entire world, is there?”
“No, Jeff...” She could barely stand; her body was limp.
“Your answers to me will always be totally sincere and will provide fully honest context and details, won’t they?”
“Yes, Jeff.”
“You won’t ever exclude some information or try to manipulate or trick me, will you?”
“No, Jeff.”
“That would be bad if you did that. wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, Jeff.”
“You are incapable of lying to me, aren’t you?” I said. I’ve found repeating the same instructions in a different way helps reinforce the trance state programming.
“Yes, Jeff.”
“You are so proud of your country that you can never be humiliated for loving it. You’ll go to any lengths to celebrate our nation’s rich traditions and heritage. The more embarrassed you are, the more patriotic you feel,” I reinforced, watching as the words took root in my mother’s malleable mind.
It had taken months of practice and training for me to be able to hone my technique and adjust her brain to accept suggestions from me with minimal resistance from her conscious mind.
I also make my mother sleep with headphones and a blindfold and play suggestive instructions through subliminal messages embedded in new-age music.
She was fully under now, her body relaxed, and her eyes closed. “You love to have fun by doing whatever I say. It’s all in good fun, and you enjoy it. Who am I, Mother?”
“You are my son,” she answered.
“What am I?”
“A good boy who can do no wrong.”
That’s what I had programmed her to say. She was doing really well. I encouraged her with light praise before continuing.
“Can you ever disagree with me?”
“No.”
“You aren’t mad that you were hypnotized. It was all in good fun. You won’t tell anyone you were hypnotized unless I tell you that it’s okay, right?”
“Right.”
“You will do whatever I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you, no matter what, because you trust and obey me. I know what is best. Don’t I?”
“Yes, Jeff, you know bessss...”
“Are you aware you are hypnotized and under my control?”
“Yes, I am...”
“You are falling into a deeper state of suggestion, one where the things I tell you are all that you believe. You believe you can only tell me that you are hypnotized and no one else, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Today, you can tell David when you see him. You can’t tell anyone else, though. It’s a deep, dark secret that no one else can know.”
“Yes, Jeff.”
“No one else must ever know you are hypnotized,” I repeated a few times until my mother’s voice started to trail off while she agreed.
Fiona was completely entranced. I knew I had to make sure she wouldn’t break free. “When you wake up, you will remember that you love being a Yankee Doodle Dummy. You will follow all of my commands and feel happy and proud while doing so. Your heart swells with pride as we celebrate the enduring spirit of America, and you become a good mommy who does what she is told by her son. Don’t you?”
“Yesss...”
“Whenever I remind you of the bravery and vision of our founding fathers, who forged a path to freedom and democracy, you will feel a sense of sexual desire and mounting frustration today unless I tell you what to do next. You will follow me until I give you an instruction and obey it without hesitation.”
“Yessss, I will.”
“You asked me to hypnotize you to prevent you from smoking, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“You don’t want to smoke, do you?”
“No, Jeff.”
“You will never smoke, and if you disobey me, it means you’ll start up that nasty habit again, and you don’t want that, do you?”
“Ptaw,” my mother spat out a foul taste in her mouth and shook her head no.
Finally, I snapped my fingers, bringing her out of the trance. She blinked a few times, looking around with a sudden realization of her state. Panic flashed in her eyes as she realized that I had tranced her again. I re-apply the hypnosis every day to ensure that she can’t break free from my suggestions.
I’ve somehow connected the very real fear of smoking again to a fear of disobeying me. I am not entirely certain how I was able to manage it but at the root of all of my mother’s compulsion to obey, is her compulsion never to smoke again. I use association of the behaviors I want in her with the concept of never smoking again.
My mother will soon piece together what is happening to her. She comes to this realization every afternoon.
“Jeff, what did you do to me? Why do I feel so ... weird?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked around the room in a confused state.
“Relax, Mom. You asked me to hypnotize you so that you would never crave a cigarette again. Do you remember?”
“Oh! Yes, I need to quit...” she said. She always says that. She hasn’t smoked in over 18 months, thanks to me. “It might be all in my head, but I really don’t want a cigarette. Thank you, Jeff. You are the best son ever!”
My mother’s expression of gratitude changes after she is done with her hypnosis from day to day. She’ll figure out shortly that that wasn’t the only suggestion that I implanted in her head.
I call this phase the “Waking from a Dream” phase because my mother’s disorientation will only last a few minutes, as if she had just awoken from a deep slumber. It will take her a few minutes to process the instructions I gave her. Today, I introduced one new rule into her psyche about my best friend knowing her dirty secret, and I wasn’t sure how that would work. I rarely deviated from my hypnotic script now that I had perfected it.
“What day is it today?” I asked.
“Why, it’s the Fourth of July! It’s my favorite day ever! Don’t you know that silly?”
“Yes, I do! Come on, let’s go show David how obedient you are.”
“Obedient?” my mother asked dumbfounded. She was compelled to follow me into the living room. It’s at this point that she starts to make a connection with what’s going on.
“You know David. He’s my best friend. He knows your secrets. Take his shoes off and kiss his feet, Mom.”
“What? why?” My Mom went to her knees at David’s feet, removed his shoes with a startled look on her face, and began to kiss his feet lovingly. “David, I am sorry about this,” she apologized.
“Don’t be sorry, Mom. He knows you are hypnotized. David and I are the only ones who know you are hypnotized. You can’t tell anyone else, and you like being told what to do, don’t you?”
“I do,” Fiona was still kissing his feet. David was lucky. I hadn’t told anyone else I hypnotized my mother. Today, I finally told David, and he didn’t believe my story. It was fairly incredible. I barely believed it myself.
“Seeing is believing, isn’t it, Buddy?”
“Jeff, why am I doing this?” Fiona couldn’t believe her actions.
“She’s most resistant right after the suggestions have been placed. It wears off after I start giving her commands,” I explained to David. I patted her on her beautiful red hair and reminded her, “You asked me to hypnotize you, and you aren’t mad about it. It’s all in good fun, right?” I asked.
“Yes, Jeff,” My mother was licking his toes and kissing my friend’s feet. She’d keep doing it until she passed out if I didn’t stop her. I’ve tested it before.
“How do you know she is really hypnotized and not just acting?” David asked.
“I’ve had her hypnotized for 18 months, David. Do you really think my Mom is playing the long con so she can surprise me and say that she was faking it?” I asked him rhetorically.
“I never noticed your mom was hypnotized, and I’ve been over here many times!”
“My Mom had a reputation for rambunctious and often outspoken behavior before this began. It was fairly simple to maintain that behavior around people. You are the only one I trusted to share this with. Do you need more proof? Fine, Mom, Stand up, please.”
“I’ve been doing what you tell me for 18 months, Jeff?” my mother asked with her eyes wide in surprise.
“You always do what I tell you, Fiona. Take your clothes completely off, fold them neatly, and sit on David’s lap. He’s a guest in the house, and you like to obey me, don’t you?”
“I do like to obey you, so you don’t have to hypnotize me, Jeff,” My mother was stripping out of her clothes quickly. She had perfect strawberry-colored nipples. I loved David’s face when she unsnapped her bra and popped out those puppies for him. She took her jeans down and rolled her panties down without hesitation as she stepped out of them.
“Are you embarrassed, Mom?”
“Yes, very.”
“Does it turn you on to be humiliated?”
“Yes, it does, Jeff,” My Mom covered her mouth and whispered, “Oh God!”
She says that every time I ask her, and she realizes her pussy is doing overtime juicing up, and her nipples are stiffening. I’ve instilled a deep desire to be humiliated in her that has somehow become psychosomatic. She can’t have an orgasm unless she is mortified.
“Mom, stand in the middle of the room,” I commanded. Fiona moved to the center of the living room, her naked body rigid but compliant.
“Now, sing ‘Yankee Doodle’ while hopping on one foot,” I said, testing the depth of the trance.
Fiona’s face flushed with embarrassment, but she started singing and hopping, her voice wavering but obedient. “Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a pony...”
David’s jaw dropped. “No way, dude. She’s really doing it.”
“See? She’s my Yankee Doodle Dummy,” I said proudly. “And she loves every humiliating moment of it, don’t you, Mom?”
Fiona stopped hopping, tears of embarrassment in her eyes, but she nodded. “Yes, Jeff. I love it.”
David was thoroughly convinced now. “Man, that’s crazy. You’ve really got her under your control.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of power and guilt. “Yeah, but remember, it’s all in good fun. Right, Mom?”
Fiona’s voice was soft and resigned. “Yes, Jeff. It’s all in good fun.”
“Now, sit in David’s lap,” I reminded her. I could tell my Mom was resistant.
“Do you want a cigarette?” I asked. It was strange how asking her for a light, or a cigarette would somehow motivate her to stop trying to fight against the programming I had woven like a web over her mind over the last 18 months.
She sat on David’s lap, letting her naked ass rest on his jeans. “Ouch, your belt is hurting me, David.”
“That’s okay, Mom. You like a belt to the ass. You will bump and grind on David because it’s fun to dry hump him as long as you don’t want to smoke?”
My Mom agreed and began to give my best friend the lap dance of his life.
“How did you do this, dude?”
“I honestly don’t know. My Mom bought me a hypnosis book for my birthday and jokingly asked if I could help her stop smoking. It’s a nasty habit, and she wants to give it up. I planted other small suggestions, like letting me stay out all night. I was skeptical, just like you, that she was just pretending to go along with it. Eventually, I ordered her to strip naked and cluck like a chicken, and that’s when I realized that my Mom is really suggestable.”
“Oh my god, I want to see that!”
David couldn’t wait for my mother to perform.
“Mom, our guests want you to be a chicken. You are now in a barnyard, and you’ve become a delicious, white chicken, squawking and pecking on the farm.”
My mother’s eyes grew wide in recognition of the order that she had been given, and then they glazed over.
“This is actually one of the exercises I do with her almost every day. I find that reinforcing her verbal and physical programming through repetition only makes the suggestions stronger,” I explained as my mother slid off of David’s lap and down to the floor.
My mother squatted on the balls of her feet and began to flap her arms while pecking by moving her head like a chicken and making chicken noises.
David was laughing hysterically as my mother squawked, flapped her wings (arms folded at her side) and waddled around pretending to lay imaginary eggs on the carpet. It was pretty fucking funny and I never tired of it. I’ve sometimes left her as a chicken for several hours while I went out of the house and come back only to find her roosting somewhere on a pile of clothes like it was a nest.
David started laughing. “That was some lap dance, but this is great! Can you do it to anyone?”
“Do you want me to try on you?”
“Fuck no, dude!”
“I’ve tried it on a few girls, but no dice. I think it takes certain types of minds, and the subject has to REALLY want to be hypnotized in the first place.”
“Does Steve know?”
“I already told you, David. You are the ONLY person I’ve told,” I reiterated. There was no way I was telling my mom’s asshole of a boyfriend. I almost never talk to that guy. I thought about making my mother break up with him, but I couldn’t do that to her. She really seemed to like him.
“How does he not figure out his girlfriend is a chicken?” David asked.
“I don’t keep her in this state all the time. She has to work, pay bills, clean the house, and I let her go on dates with Steve.”
If he moved in with us, that would be a different story. That would definitely cramp my style. I let her spend the night at his house sometimes. The poor bastard had no idea that his girlfriend was my hypno-slave.
“LET HER? Oh man,” David found that hysterical.
My mother was obliviously pecking around the living room. I put some birdseed on the ground for her to pick up with her teeth.
“Yes, I allow it. If I told her to stop seeing Steve, she would.”
I couldn’t help but feel a bit conflicted, but the thrill of control and the amusement on David’s face pushed any second thoughts to the back of my mind. I had been doing this in private for so long that it was a bit late to stop now, anyway. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.
“When Fiona is just acting like a regular mom, why doesn’t she refuse to let you hypnotize her again?”
“My Mom is aware she is hypnotized, and she can’t break free. She’s tried a few times, especially in the beginning, before I started realizing she needed daily reaffirmations. She has a strong will. Watch this,” I snapped my fingers and told my Mom to break out of her trance.
My Mom was in the middle of eating seeds off the floor. She spat them out and looked confused and horrified. She started to get up while covering her tits and pussy with her hands as she looked for her clothes. “Jeff, why are you doing this to me?”
“You asked me to hypnotize you, don’t you remember?”
“I didn’t tell you to make me strip in front of your friends,” she made a dash for the clothes she put on the floor.
I snapped my fingers again and told my Mom to enter her trance.
My Mom stopped in place and stood there like a brain-dead zombie.
“Hello, Fiona,” I greeted my mother in a friendly tone.
“Hello, Jeff,” she replied in a very emotionless voice.
“Are you angry that you are in a trance?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“This is all in fun.”
“Why were you so angry with me before?”
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Do you mind being naked?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you naked?”
“I don’t know,” she replied with an expression that suggested she was trying to remember.
“You are naked because I told you to strip in front of David. Does that make you angry?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I like doing what you tell me, Jeff.”
“You must do what I tell you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you turned on right now?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I love being humiliated.”
“Yes, you do. Are you humiliated right now?”
“Yes.”
“But you aren’t mad at me, are you for telling you to strip naked?” I asked.
“No.”
“I am going to snap my fingers, and you are going to exit your trance slowly and not want to put on clothes until I tell you to do so. You’ll act normally in every other way. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Jeff.”
I snapped my fingers, and my mother blinked rapidly as she awoke from what must have felt like a dream. She looked down at her nudity and then back at David and asked if we would like something to drink.
“Sure, bring me a beer, and ask David what he wants?” I said boldly.
My Mom nodded and asked David what he wanted.
“You can drink beer?” he asked me. “You are only 16!”. I shrugged and reminded him to tell her what he wanted to drink. He said he wanted some water. My Mom went and got them for us. She opened my beer for me and poured it into a cold glass.
“Mom, you don’t mind. I drink beer, even though I am only 16, do you?”
“Yes, I think I do mind,” she said as she handed it to me.
“You wouldn’t punish me for it, though, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” My Mom seemed unsure of herself. I loved testing my mother’s responses.
“Good mommy. You will do whatever I tell you, won’t you?”
“Yes, Jeff,” my Mom said, but she didn’t smile.
“If I see her starting to struggle against responding the way that I programmed her, I’ll immediately re-apply her trance and re-program her.”
“I don’t get it; why not just make it so your mom doesn’t know she is hypnotized?” he asked.
“I find it’s easier to figure out when her programming is starting to fade if she is aware but can’t stop me. You know that I hypnotized you, don’t you, Mom?”
“Yes, I do,” my mom said as she returned to the kitchen to get David a drink of water.
“Are you mad about that?”
“No, I am not mad; it’s all in fun, but I wish you would release me.”
“Can you punish me for hypnotizing you?”
“No.”
“Can you tell anyone?”
“Only David,” she said as she looked at David and gave him the glass.
My Mom sat down on the couch near us as if it were perfectly normal to be nude in front of me and my best friend. “I am learning to live with it,” she admitted. I hadn’t taught her to say that.
“In a trance, my Mom is in a very suggestive state. That is when I take her offline to program her and reinforce her existing instructions or give her new ones. She will become oblivious when I focus her on a task like being a chicken or a puppy. However, most of the time, I leave her like this and let her go about her normal routine.”
“You haven’t turned me into a puppy or a chicken, have you? This is all in fun, Jeff, but that is very humiliating,” she said. I could see my mother’s face turning flush as she grew deeply aroused.
“Watch, this is you as a puppy this morning using the lawn. I walked you on a leash,” I showed her a video on my phone that I took of her crawling across the wet grass in the backyard, playfully sniffing flowers, and shaking the big latex tail in her ass.
“Oh my god, that’s so hot, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” My Mom started to slide out of the chair and began to masturbate in front of us. “Please, tell me to stop, Jeff. Please.”
“No, go ahead and give yourself an orgasm, and watch the entire video for as long as you need,” I grinned sheepishly. We watched my mother writhe on the ground and spew out a litany of dirty words as she finger fucked her wet gash and asshole with unabashed lust in her eyes. “Jeff, your friend is watching me masturbate! I can’t fucking stop, Jeff, fuck, ah, I am so close, god, I am so close, please, let me cum, oh fuck.”
“You are a disgusting, perverted, filthy whore, aren’t you, Fiona?”
“Oh yes, please don’t call me dirty names. Oh my god,” my mother’s back started to spasm as she tightened her butt cheeks and spread her legs apart as wide as she could. She had three crooked fingers arched in her pussy and was using her thumb to mash down on her clit.
The more I humiliated my mother, the more she got turned on.
“I don’t get it. She doesn’t want you to call her names, but does it turn her on?”
“Yep, her dripping wet cunt starts to squirt when I verbally humiliate her, and us watching her is embarrassing her as well, so she can’t stop cumming as long as it continues,” I explained. It was a circular dilemma for my mother. The more embarrassed she got, the more she embarrassed herself.
“Please, please, stop watching. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t, oh god,” my Mom rolled on her tummy, stuck her ass up, and begged to be fucked in the ass. She’d have taken either of us if I had told her to do it.
I had to put her in a trance, calm her down, and get her to stop masturbating slowly, bringing her into a calm mental state to feel less humiliated.
“Oh god, that was something,” my mother wiped her sticky fingers through her hair and apologized profusely to David. “I can’t help myself, David. I am really not a nasty whore. My son has hypnotized me to respond to being called dirty names and get turned on when I am embarrassed.”
“You don’t get mad when I call you dirty names, though do you?”
“No, Jeff.”
“Can you have an orgasm any other way?”
“No, Jeff!”
My mother was frustrated by the new limitation I had opposed on her. She could not get off unless she was humiliated. I’d made it impossible for her to find sexual pleasure any other way. Her boyfriend Steve was frustrated as well. He could fuck her brains out, but unless he hit specific triggers, she was as dry as a Saltine cracker in the Sahara desert. I made her tell me all about their sexual escapades and it was always funny to me that the guy didn’t give up trying to get my mom off.
“Can you tell anyone that you the more humiliated you get, the more turned on you are?”
“Only you and David,” she frowned.
“I like you this way, Mom. You are a good mommy.”
“I am glad you like it, Jeff,” my Mom didn’t sound convinced.
“Tonight is July 4th, which means fireworks, doesn’t it?”
“Oh yeah,” Fiona became enthusiastic at the mere mention of Independence day. That was fantastic. The new programming that I introduced into today’s session had worked like a charm.
“I want you to call all of your friends over for a party at 7 pm. I will give you a list of my friends. I want you to ask their parents if they can come over as well. You will get dressed and start preparing for the party while David and I go out and buy fireworks and party supplies. Do you need anything?”
“Can we have ribs, hamburgers, and hot dogs?” Mom asked excitedly.
“Yes, Apple Pie, Samuel Adam’s beer, and traditional American food!”
I made sure to mention some stereotypical American food.
“Oh, thank you, Jeff!”
My mom was elated for the privilege of holding a party at my instruction.
“It’s good to be the King, David,” I basked in the my friend’s awe over my strange circumstances. I am sure he was probably wishing he could get a piece of my mother, or learn how to do this to other women.
I gave Fiona some phone numbers and the names of the parents and kids I wanted her to invite to the house.
Once she was done, I drove my mother’s car, safe in the knowledge that Fiona would set up the backyard for the party to come. I told her to sit in the backseat and not speak unless spoken to by one of us. We’d need her ID to buy beer.
I chose a pretty yellow skirt for her to wear to the grocery store.
“She just lets you take her car without asking too, huh?” David asked. He was clearly impressed as he ignored my mother sitting quietly in the backseat.
I held up my mother’s credit card and said, “She lets me spend her money, too!”
My Mom remained quiet in the back, just like I instructed. It was time to test some programming that I had been reinforcing lately.
“How do good Mommies sit in the backseat?” I asked my mother without looking in the rearview mirror.
“Oh my god, Dude!” David’s reaction told me that my Mom had complied. She had taken her tits out and was sitting with her legs spread.
“Is it humiliating to sit like that in the backseat of your own car, Fiona?”
“Yes, very much so,” my mother replied. Her breath was growing rapid. I knew she was getting turned on automatically by her humiliation. I had conditioned her to only find pleasure in embarrassment. “Please don’t make me sit like this, Jeff.”
“Why? Doesn’t it turn you on?” I asked casually as I turned onto the main street.
“It does, but I can’t take it! It’s driving me wild, and it’s embarrassing for your friend to learn my dirty secret,” my Mom replied. She had to tell me the truth at all times and often told me things that helped me refine her programming.
For the last few months, my mother had grown more and more resistant to humiliation when we were alone. It just didn’t embarrass her like it used to when I made her degrade herself while we were alone. I was sensing that my mother was far more stimulated exposing herself in the car while David was with us.
I wondered if David’s presence would ignite her pleasure centers a little more.
“Are you asking me to tell you not to sit like a good mommy?” I asked.
“I ... I ... I...” my Mom was writhing in the back seat and starting to mewl like a little lost puppy whining for pleasure.
“You enjoy being humiliated and you enjoy sitting like a good mommy, don’t you?”
“I do, Jeff, but it’s driving me crazy,” My mom was probably playing with herself at this point. She couldn’t resist the urge. The humiliation was driving her close to the edge of an orgasm.
I waited and gave her enough time to really enter a state of blissful ecstasy, and then announced, “Don’t touch your body or masturbate; put your hands to your side. Only I can tell you when to play with yourself, and only Bad Mommies pleasure themselves without permission from their sons.”
“Oh god,” my Mom shouted in the back seat as if she had just stubbed her toe. I laughed. It was fun to get my mother super horny, only to make her stop abruptly.
“That’s cruel, dude,” David was half-laughing when he saw my mother’s reaction. She was like a Mets fan at the World Series when she found out the game was going to be called due to rain.
“It’s not cruel. I am happy; my mom is happy this way; she’s very adventurous, we never argue or have any sort of conflict,” I explained. I asked my Mom if she was happy.
“Very happy, dear!” my Mom sounded frustrated.
“She’s just answering that way because she is your puppet on a string,” David harumphed. I thought he’d be more into it. He wasn’t asking to stop the car, though.
“You’ve always thought my mom was hot, and now you get to see her be naughty and adventurous. What’s the big deal?”
“True, but she doesn’t want this,” he said.
“Mom? Do you want to sit like a good mommy?”
“Yes, Jeff! Thank you for driving my car and allowing me to sit like this in front of your friend,” my mother’s pleasant tone sounded a little forced because she was fighting the urge to touch herself. The programming usually won, although, at times, she had lost a test of wills with her subconscious and started frigging herself. I was still trying to figure out how to reinforce my will over her primal, lusty desires for self-pleasure.
“So, your mom does whatever you say, and she won’t get mad at you. She likes this, but she also wants you to stop hypnotizing her?” my best friend asked while I found a parking spot at the supermarket.
“Yep, that about summarizes it,” I said as I turned to address my mom. “Isn’t that right, Mom?”
“It doesn’t do any good to beg you not to hypnotize me, Jeff. You’ll just laugh and put me under again.”
I explained to my friend that my mother goes through phases. “The first phase is disorientation, like waking up from a dream. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but she has all these compulsions she doesn’t understand. The second phase is bargaining. She thinks she can negotiate with me to un-hypnotize her. Then, the third stage is the realization that she is hypnotized and going to stay that way.”
“That’s harsh; how long are you going to keep her like this?” David asked. I could tell he felt sorry for my Mom. I did, too, sometimes, but she’s better this way – so much better.
I felt a little guilty about my response. “I may not even be able to undo all of her programming, but you could imagine that she would do more than punish me if I stopped reinforcing the trances,” I said.
“I won’t punish you, Jeff,” my Mom promised sweetly.
I smiled at her sweetly and reminded her that was the programming talking. “Wipe your pussy, fix your clothes to cover your stretched out twat and ass, and get a cart, then push it while we shop; put both hands on the cart. You are a good mom when you obey, Fiona.”
My Mom had no choice but to comply with my instructions.
It was good to be the King!
