Hypnotic games for a family

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My name is Sally, I'm 43 years old. Fortunately, time hasn't stolen my charm; I still look like a woman in her early 30s. My figure is also still good—5 feet 3 inches tall, with measurements of 34C-24-36. I'm the kind of mature woman everyone loves. But I'm a very conservative woman; I never dress sexy. My husband has been the only man in my life, and I was a virgin before marriage.
I live with my husband and son now, and it used to be a happy family. But recently, I discovered that my husband was cheating on me in mainland China. In retaliation, I lost 50,000 yuan at the casino, and then we had a huge fight. Although we both knew we were wrong, we both abandoned our pride and neither of us wanted to soften or apologize first. We've been in a cold war for more than half a year, and I'm exhausted.
My son is also very uneasy, so he often tries to comfort us, but we just need a spark to thaw the ice. My son and I discussed it for a long time. We decided that as long as my husband has a strong sexual need for me, he will automatically have sex with me, and the cold war will automatically end. I decided to listen to him and have an absurd sex scene to untie this knot. My son told me we'd arranged a hypnosis scene to trigger my husband's sexual desire for me, thus reconciling us. That night, my 21-year-old son and husband watched football while drinking beer. By the end of the game, both, under the influence of alcohol, were chatting idly.
"Dad, have you ever heard of hypnosis? It's a supernatural power. A look, a gesture, a few incantations can instantly make a strong, burly man submit to you, or turn a gentle, elegant white-collar woman into a shameless slut..." my son said, waving his beer exaggeratedly.
"About...hypnosis...I think I've heard of it. I remember seeing a news report a few days ago about...an Italian man hypnotized a supermarket cashier and took 800 euros right in front of her. The cashier later said that at the time...she seemed to be in a daze and didn't know what the man did...I've been wondering, is it really that amazing?" My husband was clearly a bit drunk, his speech somewhat incoherent.
I sat smiling next to my husband, listening to the two men's conversation. I thought to myself, "My son really knows how to make things up; he makes it sound so real." My husband, the tech guy, immediately perked up at the mention of "technique," assuming it was related to his work, and became incredibly serious, as if discussing some technical problem.
"Of course! Apparently, that Italian man still hasn't been found. He not only hypnotized the cashier instantly, but also brainwashed her, making it impossible for her to remember his appearance or accent. Although there's CCTV footage, the man was clearly in disguise. Where are you going to find him?" my son continued.
Listening to him, I thought to myself, "You're just bragging. You're making it sound like the truth. You're either a con artist or a brilliant actor. But Mom has faith in you."
Seeing my husband nodding repeatedly, my son continued, "To be honest, Dad, I studied hypnosis with a psychology expert for half a year in college. I don't usually show it, but if anyone messes with me, I can easily make them lose their minds and they won't be able to say 'no' to anything I ask!" I
sneered inwardly. This guy really knows how to talk. He seems like such an ordinary person, but he can be so eloquent.
"Hehe... I really didn't know, Jacky, you really know hypnosis? I've never really believed in such magical things. I... I'm a tech person, I believe in material things. Your stuff is too idealistic, you can't see it... you can't touch it, who would believe that..." My husband was really drunk and stammered.
"Hehe, I don't use it at home often. Dad doesn't often have time to sit down and have a proper talk with you two."
"Okay... okay, son, then tell me, how do you hypnotize?" My husband asked eagerly.
"Well, how do you explain this? Hypnosis is a technique that can only be experienced; it's hard to explain in words," my son said slowly, clinking glasses with my husband and taking a sip of his drink.
My husband said, "Oh, then how about this? You hypnotize me and let me experience it, okay?"
"Heh, how can you experience it if I hypnotize you? You won't know anything after being hypnotized, and when you wake up, you probably still won't believe me. If you want to experience hypnosis, I can hypnotize Mom right in front of you, and then I can tell her what to do and she'll do it, even things she would never dare to think of or do normally. I'll show you the magic and power of hypnosis."
I thought to myself, finally, they've gotten to the point.
My husband turned to look at me sitting next to him, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, and said, "Sally, how about it? Just cooperate and let me see if he's bragging, okay?..."
"No way. Why should I cooperate? You guys chat, I won't participate, and I don't believe your nonsense..." I said dismissively.
"Heh, you'll find out soon enough whether it's nonsense or not. I think Mom must be afraid of hypnosis, so she doesn't dare let me hypnotize her, or maybe she has some secret she's afraid I'll tell Dad after hypnotizing her, haha..." My son looked at me, then at my husband, and said.
"Nonsense! What secret do I have? What am I afraid of? Fine, then I'll see how you embarrass yourself! What will you say when your hypnosis doesn't work on me!"
"Okay, you'll find out soon enough, Mom. Now, clear the table, and let's go to the sofa in the living room. I'll perform hypnosis for you two." With that, my son stood up and pulled my husband towards the living room.
After clearing the table and putting the plates and bowls in the dishwasher, I brewed them a pot of fine Longjing tea. Honestly, I'm quite a good wife and mother; considerate and gentle.
"Can we start now, Mom?" my son asked, seeing that I had poured tea into their cups and sat down on the sofa next to my husband.
"Start, start..." my husband said impatiently.
"Okay, Mom, do you agree to start too?" my son asked, looking into my eyes deliberately.
I avoided his gaze, lowered my head, and softly replied, "Mmm..."
"Alright, then lift your head, concentrate, don't let your mind wander, don't have any distractions, look at the yellow highlighter in my hand..." As he spoke, my son took a yellow highlighter from the pencil case beside him, pinched the nib between his fingers, and held the pen up in front of me.
Seeing my husband sitting next to me, my son said again, "Dad, let me tell you, during this process, you mustn't talk or move around. Normally, there shouldn't be any outsiders present during the hypnosis process, but we've brought you here so you can see the effects. So, you must remain silent. No matter what happens, don't act on your own. Otherwise, you'll disrupt the hypnosis program, not only will you not see the effects, but it might also cause some harm to the hypnotized person's body, understand?"
My son's tone suddenly became a little stern. I smiled inwardly; he really took this seriously!
Hearing what my son said, my husband quickly moved his body a little away, as if afraid of affecting the hypnosis effect.
"Okay, Chen Shali, now, keep your eyes fixed on the highlighter in my hand. Look at it intently, imagine it's a sign, and behind the sign is a room. That represents your entire life. What kind of person are you? What kind of relationship do you have with it? Think about it carefully, concentrate. Very good, very good… Now, slowly lean back on the sofa and slowly close your eyes… Even though your eyes are closed, you can still see things. Do you see them?… You see yourself working in the room behind the sign… You're doing shady work, yes! You're a prostitute…"
My husband watched in surprise as my body slowly leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes as my son instructed. He looked back at his son in disbelief, only to see his son with a serious expression, sternly waving his hand at him. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.
"High heels, sexy lingerie, handcuffs... You're a very popular SM slave, a prostitute among prostitutes. You've taken off your clothes... Good, very good, slowly take them off..."
With my son's slow, firm voice, as if coming from a distant horizon, I slowly unbuttoned my skirt and opened the front of my clothes, revealing my body, clad only in a bra and panties.
My husband stared in astonishment at what was happening before him, hardly believing his eyes. How could his usually reserved, shy, conservative wife dare to expose her body so boldly in front of his son? This hypnosis is too powerful.
"Okay, very good..." the son continued, "Chen Shali, now please stand up, slowly stand up, take off your skirt... yes, yes, very good, now take off your bra... like that, yes, slowly take it off and hand it to your husband... okay, very good, now take off your panties too, you're going to serve your client, so you have to be naked... okay, very good, hand your panties to your husband too..."
Now, on the sofa in my living room, my son leisurely drinks tea; my husband sits blankly on the sofa, holding my sexy bra and panties that still retain my body heat; and I stand naked in front of the two men, shamelessly displaying my fair, mature, and sexy body, my nipples are already erect, and my genitals are slowly becoming wet.
"Alright, Chen Shali, do you see that? The guy sitting in front of you is your client. He paid to have his way with you, so you have to serve him well... Now, go over there, unzip his pants, suck his penis, and give your client pleasure and enjoyment..."
I obediently walked to my husband sitting on the sofa and knelt between his legs. I saw that his crotch was already bulging; it seemed he had been aroused by my nakedness. I reached out and unzipped his pants. My husband was about to stop me, but our son stopped him.
My husband's penis was fully erect, emitting a strong smell of male urine and the natural odor of penis, making my thoughts even more confused and excited. I gently stroked his hard penis and saw some fluid slowly seeping from his urethra. I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and gently teased his glans with the tip of my tongue, licking the fluid seeping from his urethra onto my tongue, and then smearing it on his glans and shaft. Then, I opened my mouth wide and took my husband's penis into my mouth.
This was the first time in over twenty years of marriage that I had performed oral sex on my husband. I've always been very conservative sexually, and this was the first time I'd done something so lewd. It felt incredibly stimulating, and I could feel my husband's reaction was equally intense. He gasped, panting and groaning, his body trembling as I swallowed him.
Soon, my husband reached orgasm. His glans swelled to its maximum size, the veins on his shaft throbbed, and his body heaved as he ejaculated large amounts of semen into my mouth, some even going down my throat.
"Drink all the semen! Yes! Very good, Chen Shali, you're such a good prostitute, making your client enjoy yourself like this, so wonderful… Now, go kiss your husband, let him feel your tenderness, your passion…" This was the first time in my life I had ever drunk semen. Seeing that my husband had ejaculated, my son gave him a new instruction. Because he was disgusted
by the taste of semen in my mouth, my husband pushed my shoulders away, trying to avoid my mouth. But perhaps the alcohol slowed his movements, or perhaps the orgasm had left him somewhat disoriented; the hand that pushed against my shoulder lacked strength, and I still managed to kiss his lips. I swirled my tongue in his mouth, stimulating him to extend his tongue in response.
"Alright, Chen Shali, now turn around, put your hands on the coffee table, stick your butt out, yes… like that, turn your butt towards your husband… let him lick your vulva and anus… what? You…" Seeing my husband hesitate to lick me, my son stared at him sternly and said, "What? Didn't you agree to cooperate? Let me tell you, once the hypnosis process begins, it cannot be stopped. You must follow the instructions, otherwise it will harm the physical and mental health of the person being hypnotized. Do you want your mother to be harmed?"
Hearing this, my husband, very hesitantly and clumsily, leaned over and licked my buttocks with his tongue. Oh, this was the first time my husband had licked my vulva since we got married. I was so excited, so comfortable, so happy! I'm so grateful to my son, and so grateful to hypnosis, for making our previously cold and dull married life so exciting.
At that moment, my son stopped talking. He reached out and grabbed one of my breasts, pinching and squeezing it hard, then rubbing and playing with my already erect nipple with his fingers. At the same time, he took my lips into his mouth and sucked on my tongue. With two men stimulating me from both front and back, I quickly reached orgasm, trembling and moaning, my vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, covering my husband's mouth and face.
"Come on, Chen Shali, do you know who I am?" My son patted my husband's shoulder, who was giving me oral sex, signaling him to release me, and then had me sit next to him. In our living room, there were three sofas; my husband sat on one side, and my son sat on the sofa diagonally opposite him.
"Do you know who I am? I'm your second client. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Now, you've served one client, but you haven't served me yet. Come on, kiss me..." My son said, embracing my naked body, his large hands kneading my breasts, his tongue brazenly plunging into my mouth.
My husband sat to the side, staring blankly as his son wantonly played with his own mother's body in front of him. He was somewhat confused and excited, unsure whether to stop him or wait. This hesitation made him even more confused.
"Chen Shali, come on, unzip your client's pants and suck his penis." My son said, pressing my hand to his crotch. I mechanically pulled up his zipper, watching his penis, much thicker than my husband's, exposed. My son's hand pressed my head down, pressing me against his crotch, his thick, hard penis pressed straight against my lips. I didn't want to, because this was incest, but if I stopped, the hypnotic act would be broken; I had no choice but to open my mouth and take it in.
My husband, sitting to the side, watched in utter shock as I performed oral sex on our son right in front of him. He couldn't believe that his usually gentle and reserved mature mother could be so promiscuous. He was furious and confused. Now he finally believed that hypnosis had such powerful control, easily making a person do things that were unimaginable and unacceptable under normal circumstances.

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