Taming Mother (01~02)

Chapter 1

My name is Wang Xiaoming, I'm 16 years old, and an ordinary junior high school student.

My mother, Zhao Li, is a stunning beauty, somewhat resembling a young Gigi Lai. Even at 34, she maintains fair and supple skin, a beautiful face, and a curvaceous figure, especially her pair of fair and slender legs. Those alluring legs are irresistible to men, and she gets at least 200% attention on the street.

Compared to my beautiful mother, my father is quite ordinary-looking. I've always wondered why such a beautiful mother would fall for such an ordinary-looking father, and even drop out of school at only 18 to marry him and have me.

Of course, that's beside the point.

My love for my mother is almost fanatical. Even when I masturbate, I would specifically look for photos of beautiful women in cheongsams online and get pleasure from looking at them. Every time I looked at those photos of beautiful women in cheongsams, I would involuntarily imagine my mother looking like her, imagining her wearing a beautiful cheongsam, showing off her fair and sexy legs, and posing seductively in front of me.

All of this started three years ago at a party. My parents were going to a celebration banquet hosted by the senior executives of my father's company. I had just finished my homework that day and came out of my room to see my mother, who was already dressed up. She wore only light makeup, her black hair was tied up high, revealing her fair neck. Of course, what impressed me most was her black cheongsam. The cheongsam is the most distinctive Chinese garment. The soft and comfortable silk woven into its gorgeous design outlines the woman's alluring figure, perfectly expressing the unique Eastern beauty of women. The cuffs and collar of the cheongsam were trimmed with black velvet, exuding a noble temperament. Although the black satin dress almost completely covered my mother's perfect figure, the way it outlined her curves and her inherent elegance made me, a teenager just entering puberty, feel as if she were a fairy descended from heaven. That day, I didn't hear a word my parents said; I absentmindedly went through with their business. After they left, my mind was filled with the image of my mother in her cheongsam. That night, I found pictures of cheongsams online for the first time, masturbated three or four times, and finally felt satisfied enough to take a shower and go to sleep.

From that day on, I was almost always absent-minded, my mother's beautiful and noble image constantly lingering in my mind—that sacred and inviolable image. Until I learned about hypnosis.

After I learned that hypnosis existed, my mind went completely wild. A plan popped into my head: if I hypnotized my mother and controlled her mind, wouldn't I be able to make her wear a cheongsam for me to admire anytime, anywhere? I could even make her dress more sexy and revealing.

Once this idea appeared, it took root and wouldn't leave my mind, so I decided to act on it. I started finding all sorts of excuses to actively ask the school psychologist about hypnosis after school, but I soon discovered that the school psychologist wasn't a professional psychologist at all; he knew absolutely nothing about hypnosis. But I didn't give up. I started spending every week in the library researching psychology and hypnosis techniques.

My parents, seeing how hard I was working, thought I was seriously studying and were very happy. They readily gave me the money I needed to buy online hypnosis courses.

I studied diligently for three years, and now I have a basic understanding of hypnosis. Given a good environment, I'm confident I can bring someone into a deep hypnotic state and change their thoughts.

Once I felt confident in my hypnosis skills, I patiently waited for an opportunity—a chance to be alone with my mother.

And my efforts paid off; that opportunity finally came.

"Honey, remember to call me when you get to Japan and let me know you've arrived safely," Mom said with a smile, standing in the doorway.

"Okay," Dad replied with a smile, hugging Mom and then saying to me, "Xiaoming, it'll just be the two of you at home this week. You can be a little man; you have to take good care of your mom."

"Yes, I will," I answered, suppressing my overwhelming joy. I'll definitely take good care of Mom, don't worry about that, Dad. When you come back, I promise I'll give you a brand new mom.

"Okay, I'm off then."

"Take care on the road."

Dad's going to Japan on a business trip for a week, which means that if I use this week well, I can completely change Mom into the person I want her to be. I've been studying hypnosis for three years, and today I can finally put it to use. But what excuse can I use to hypnotize Mom without arousing her suspicion?

"Xiaoming, what do you want to eat tonight?" Just as I was thinking about how to persuade Mom to let me hypnotize her, Mom's gentle voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Um... let's have braised pork. I've been really craving meat lately." I answered absentmindedly.

"Braised pork again? I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I don't really want to eat meat. I feel nauseous whenever I eat it." Mom pouted and said.

While racking my brains for an excuse, a sudden thought struck me—this was the perfect excuse Mom had come up with!

So I quickly said, "Mom, I have a way to make sure you don't feel nauseous eating meat!" "

Huh? What way?" Mom asked, curious.

"Hypnosis," I said mysteriously.

"Hypnosis? That's for kids! Xiaoming's too old to believe in that! How cute!" Mom burst into laughter, affectionately pinching my cheek.

Although Mom's smile was beautiful, the way she looked down on me really annoyed me, so I continued, "Hypnosis isn't some kind of scam; it's a scientific technique that can help people solve all their psychological problems." "

Okay, okay, science, hahaha, Mom won't argue with you anymore. Go do your homework, I'll go make you braised pork." Mom seemed completely unconcerned by what I said, laughing and patting my head.

I immediately panicked. The bait had already been cast; I had to catch this big fish, Mom, no matter what.

"If you really don't believe me, then let me hypnotize you and see. I guarantee you won't feel nauseous about braised pork anymore!" I said. If I can get Mom into a deep hypnotic state, then not only will she not feel nauseous eating braised pork, I guarantee I can make her find even licking my penis incredibly sweet.

"Hmm, okay, but Xiaoming has to finish his homework first. Once you've finished your homework, I'll try it with you." Mom thought for a moment, seemingly not wanting to discourage me too much, and then smiled and agreed.

"Okay."

I'm hooked.

In the following time, I quickly finished today's homework, and then while Mom was cooking, I roughly prepared the things I would need later. First, I opened an MP3 file on my computer. This was the background music I would use to set up the hypnosis atmosphere, and it was also the background music with the best rhythm that I had mastered during my three years of hypnosis practice. Then, I rummaged through my storage box and found a brown, wood-like object with a fuse embedded in it. This was a common aromatherapy product with a calming effect, perfect for helping Mom enter a hypnotic state. Finally, I found a small infrared flashlight, adjusted it to infrared mode, and everything was ready. I roughly arranged the room environment, and I was done. I just waited for Mom to walk into my trap.

"Dinner's ready, Xiaoming," Mom said gently as she walked to my door.

"Hey, why are you drawing the curtains in broad daylight?" My mother noticed that my bedroom window was closed and couldn't help but ask, puzzled.

"It's nothing, Mom, I've finished my homework. Can I try hypnotizing you now?" I said, laughing it off.

"So fast?" Mom was a little skeptical, raising an eyebrow as she picked up my homework and carefully checked each page.

"How is it?" I asked expectantly.

"Hmm, not bad, just a few minor calculation problems. Remember to correct them later." Mom smiled with satisfaction after reading it.

"Then can I try hypnotizing you now?" I said happily.

"What's the rush? Let's talk about it after dinner." Mom smiled helplessly.

"Oh dear, Mom, isn't hypnosis just to make you feel less nauseous when you eat meat? What's the point of hypnotizing

you after you've finished eating?" I panicked. Seeing my mother about to fall into the trap I'd been woven for three years, I didn't want to wait even a minute longer. "Hmm, that makes sense. Okay, then hurry up." My mother thought about it and, finding my logic sound, agreed.

"Yes!" I jumped up excitedly and quickly turned to grab the aromatherapy diffuser.

Seeing my delighted expression, my mother smiled indulgently. She simply thought her son was imitating a scene from a TV drama for fun, never imagining she was about to step into the trap he'd so meticulously prepared.

I lit the incense and carefully placed it on my desk. My mother looked at the incense I had lit, a little curious, and asked, "What's this?"

"It's... um... something that helps with hypnosis," I explained excitedly.

"Oh, so what do I need to do, Mom?" my mother asked with a smile.

"Well, Mom, sit here," I said, pulling my mother to sit on the chair next to my desk, where she would be closer to the incense and the effect would be better.

"And then? Just sit there?" my mother asked, somewhat amused.

"Also, you just need to follow my instructions, like imagining things according to my descriptions... Ugh, Mom, don't ask so many questions," I said, pouting and pretending to be angry.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you," Mom said, covering her mouth with a laugh. Her crescent-shaped eyes were quite beautiful when she smiled.

I opened the MP3 file that I had just prepared on the computer desktop, and the slow, elegant music immediately filled the entire room.

"Hmm, this music is quite nice. Xiaoming has good taste lately," Mom said teasingly, swaying her head to the rhythm of the music.

"Mom! Be serious, okay!" I said, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Mom quickly apologized, seeing that I seemed genuinely angry.

"And then? Is that all? It's not what I imagined." In this atmosphere, Mom also began to feel comfortable, asking in a lazy tone.

I didn't answer; I was just waiting for the aromatherapy and background music to help Mom's subconscious get into the state. Seeing that I didn't speak, Mom didn't say anything more. Under the effect of the soothing background music and the incense, Mom involuntarily felt a little sleepy, and her body gradually relaxed a lot.

"Mom," I felt the time was about right, so I decided to begin the hypnosis.

"Hmm?" Mom answered lazily.

"Mom, think about what you find most relaxing?" I asked.

"Things that can relax me... Hmm, it seems like there's nothing really relaxing. Does swimming count?" Mom, like a little girl, put her index finger to her lips, thought for a long time, and then said.

"Swimming... swimming counts too." Looking at Mom's adorable appearance, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Then, imagine, Mom, you're at the beach right now. You've just finished swimming, and you feel great. The sea breeze is blowing over you, and the warm sunshine is shining on you. You're very relaxed and comfortable..." I tried to organize my thoughts, slowly guiding Mom.

"Hmm... I can't imagine it at all." Mom frowned and thought for a while, finally shaking her head and smiling apologetically.

"Mom, close your eyes and imagine it carefully." I wasn't alarmed. It's naturally difficult for Mom to imagine that kind of scene with her eyes open, so I changed my approach and continued to guide her.

Seeing that my mother obediently closed her eyes, I continued to guide her, "Mom, imagine this is a beach. Golden sand is beneath your feet, and in the distance, the sea is azure. Listen, the sea breeze is caressing the waves; that's the sound of the sea breeze, that's the sound of the waves, whoosh, whoosh."

As I spoke, I carefully clicked on the second file in the MP3 folder on my computer. The sound of crashing waves immediately began to play, growing louder and closer, as if a captivating beach existed not far from the room.

This is a form of scene-based hypnosis, which can quickly induce a hypnotic state.

"Ah, there really is the sound of waves." A slight smile appeared on Mom's face.

"Yes, Mom, you're on a beach right now. Listen, there are children playing all around you." Just as I finished speaking, the sound of children playing began playing from the third MP3 file I opened.

"Yes, really." Mom's smile widened, but she spoke much less.

I knew this was evidence that Mom was entering a hypnotic state.

"Mom, what a beautiful beach! You'll feel so relaxed here, so very relaxed. Sitting in this deck chair, enjoying the scenery, looking at the azure ocean, you can swim to your heart's content. Looking at the golden sand, you can lie down wherever you want and relax, relax. You feel very comfortable now," I said in a low, deep voice.

"Mmm... relax..." Mom's voice also became much softer, just repeating the word 'relax' that I had emphasized many times.

I carefully lowered Mom's chair, trying to simulate the feeling of a deck chair, and then quietly closed the door. The air conditioner also turned on as I had set.

"Mom, you're very relaxed and comfortable now, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, I feel very comfortable." Mom's voice was almost dreamy.

"Then, do you want to feel even more comfortable, more relaxed? You must really crave this kind of relaxation, right? It's so comfortable, the soft sand, the azure sea, the pleasant sea breeze. You want to feel even more comfortable, more relaxed, right?" I guided her.

"...Yes, I want to be more relaxed." The smile on Mom's face showed the immense happiness she felt at that moment.

"But I can't do it, because you haven't entered a hypnotic state. You can't become more relaxed." My tone revealed regret.

As I expected, a hint of pain appeared on Mom's face, and she murmured, "No... I want to feel more comfortable... I'm in a hypnotic state..."

"No, you're not. Once you're in a hypnotic state, you'll completely obey my commands, but can you do that?" I smiled slightly; Mom was hooked.

"...I can..." Mom answered immediately, and the pain on her face lessened considerably.

"You'll obey any command? Even commands against your will?" I chuckled.

"..." This time, Mom didn't answer. Her brows furrowed, and her eyelids began to tremble slightly, as if she were struggling to wake up.

As expected.

I smiled as I watched my mother's reaction, calmly continuing to guide her, "Don't be nervous, Mom. Relax. Look at that azure sea, how enchanting it is! Look at it, yes, look closely at the sea. You're relaxed, relaxed. Don't be afraid. Just looking at the sea makes you feel comfortable and relaxed, doesn't it?"

With my guidance, my mother's expression gradually returned to calm, the struggle on her face dissipated, and her complexion softened once more.

"Mom, I'm your son, aren't I?" I said.

"...Yes," my mother murmured.

"You love me very much and trust me, don't you?" I continued to guide her.

"...Yes." A smile returned to Mom's face, as if she had thought of something happy.

"Then my orders certainly won't harm you, right? I mean, even if you don't understand some orders, or think they're wrong, there's a reason behind them. I'm ordering you to do them for your own good, understand?" I guided her.

"...Understood." Mom paused slightly before saying.

"So, in order to enter a hypnotic state, and to achieve greater relaxation and comfort, it's not impossible for you to obey all my orders, right?" I smiled.

"...Yes." This time, Mom didn't hesitate and answered immediately.

"So, you will obey any of my orders, right?"

"Yes...I will obey any of your orders," Mom murmured.

"Then, after I count down from five, you will gradually wake up and feel more comfortable and relaxed than ever before. You will no longer hate braised pork; braised pork is so delicious. You will come to like eating meat because this is your son's order, understand?" I said.

"...Yes..." Mom murmured.

After making sure Mom remembered my command, I first turned off the computer audio, then went out and brought back a plate with two pieces of braised pork that Mom had made. I placed it on the desk and began to initiate the hypnosis with Mom: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, wake up."

As I counted down, Mom slowly opened her eyes, then lazily stretched and said contentedly, "Hmm, is the hypnosis over?"

I nodded and said, "Mom, how did it feel?"

"I must say, my Xiaoming hypnosis is pretty good. I feel especially comfortable now, as if I've taken a nap." Mom said, adjusting the chair I had reclined back up.

"Then... Mom, why don't you try this braised pork?" I said, placing the braised pork on the table in front of my mother.

"Hmm, this..." My mother looked at the braised pork in front of her, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, but unable to resist my eager gaze, she picked up her chopsticks, took the smallest piece, and put it into her small mouth.

"My goodness! How come I never thought braised pork was so delicious before!" My mother, who had been somewhat skeptical, suddenly became much rosier after eating the first piece of braised pork. She exclaimed excitedly and immediately stuffed the remaining large piece into her mouth.

"Xiaoming, hypnosis is truly amazing!" My mother, who had completely abandoned any ladylike manners after finishing the large piece of fatty meat, smiled and said without even wiping her mouth.

"There's something even more amazing," I said with a smile.

"What else?" Seeing my mysterious look, my mother's curiosity was piqued again, and she asked.

"Look here, Mom," I said, taking out the flashlight I had prepared earlier and shining it on my mother's forehead.

"Look carefully, look carefully, look carefully. Your eyes are glued to this light."

"Xiaoming... what are you doing?" my mother asked, puzzled.

"Relax, Mom. Look closely at this flashlight. Yes, look at it. Your body is relaxed. Your legs are completely relaxed. Relax. Look at the flashlight. Your body is relaxed. You have no strength left. Relax. Yes, relax. Look at the flashlight. Your hands have no strength left. You have no strength at all. Relax." "

Xiaoming... what are you doing..." Mom looked at me uneasily. She felt that something was wrong with her body, but my deep voice kept ringing in her ears like the whisper of a demon. Mom gradually felt that she really couldn't move her body. She seemed to have lost control of her body. Her limbs were as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't move them. Her hands could only hang limply beside the chair.

"Mom, you're relaxed now. Don't be afraid, relax. Imagine that beach, imagine that ocean, yes, that blue ocean. Stare at it, stare at that sea, and you'll feel very comfortable. Don't think about anything. Relax, relax."

Mom started to feel her head throbbing, and it seemed as if a blue coastline really appeared before her eyes. She could even vaguely hear the sound of the sea breeze and waves.

"Sleep, Mom, sleep well on this beach, remember? This beach, this relaxing beach, you want to feel more comfortable, right? Mom, sleep."

Seeing Mom's eyes gradually losing focus, I knew she was ready. So, I put away the flashlight, slowly brought it close to her ear, and said, "Now, sleep!"

After saying that, I gently patted her forehead, and she immediately closed her eyes, her head limply leaning back in the chair.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"You're in a hypnotic state now, right?"

"Yes..."

"Do you remember the conditions for entering a hypnotic state?"

"Yes...to completely obey any command from your son..."

Success!

I was secretly delighted. At this moment, my mother had completely entered a hypnotic state. Now it was up to me to guide her into a deep hypnotic state.

"Mom, do you see that beach? Yes, that blue ocean, how beautiful it is, do you see it?"

"Yes...such a beautiful sea..."

"You really want to go swimming, don't you?" I smiled.

"Yes... I really want to go swimming..."

"Well, Mom, you really want to go swimming, right? But you need to take off your clothes and change into your swimsuit first." I looked at what Mom was wearing at home today. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and gray jeans. It looked very simple, but it made her look quite youthful and energetic. "Mom, wait here, I'll go get your swimsuit. You really want to go swimming, so how can you do without a swimsuit?"

"Yes..." Mom murmured, a faint look of regret appearing on her usually calm face. She seemed genuinely sad that she couldn't go swimming in the sea.

A little while later, I brought a set of lingerie from my parents' bedroom. Although I could easily convince my mom to go swimming in the sea without wearing anything as part of the hypnosis process, just in case, I still followed common sense and brought her a set of lingerie to use as a swimsuit. After all, this time was different from before; if my mom's subconscious resisted and she woke up, I would be in big trouble.

Of course, while I couldn't admire my mom's naked body indefinitely, I could still enjoy her lingerie show.

"Mom, now you can open your eyes, stand up and change your clothes, but you still need to stay in a hypnotic state, stay on that beautiful beach, understand? You don't want to leave this comfortable beach, do you?" I said. Although I would love to help Mom change her clothes, it would be troublesome, and I was also afraid that Mom would wake up.

After hearing my command, Mom obediently opened her eyes slowly and stood up. I looked closely; under hypnosis, Mom's eyes were completely dazed and blank, like a doll, lacking any of the liveliness usually in her eyes.

However, after standing up, Mom didn't continue moving; instead, she looked slightly troubled. I was a little puzzled, so I asked, "What's wrong? Mom, why don't you change your clothes?"

"...My son is watching..." Mom murmured after a long while, her face flushed.

Oh right, I almost forgot. No matter what, without my orders, subconsciously, Mom still sees me as her son. What mother would strip naked and change clothes in front of her son?

But of course, I couldn't miss this rare spectacle. So, my eyes lit up, and a plan formed in my mind: "Mom, listen, I'm your son, right?"

"...Yes..."

"No, I'm not your son. You're mistaken." I said decisively.

"...I'm mistaken?" A hint of doubt appeared on Mom's face.

"Yes, my apparent identity is indeed your son. You should love me, trust me, and obey my commands. But I have another identity." I looked at the confusion on my mother's face, smiled wickedly, and continued, "My other identity is the owner of this beach. Everything on this beach is under my control, including you, understand?"

"...Owner..." my mother murmured, repeating.

"Yes, you are like my possessions. Anyone who sets foot on this beach must obey my commands, or they will be punished by the sun. And only those who obey my commands can experience unprecedented comfort and relaxation." As I spoke, I picked up the air conditioner remote and set it to warm air.

"...Follow my orders..."

"Mom, you actually disobeyed my order by saying 'you can't change clothes in front of your son,' and didn't obediently change into your swimsuit. Now, I'm going to punish you with the sun! You're surrounded by flames now, it's so hot, you can feel the temperature rising, right? Anyone who disobeys my orders will be punished unless they apologize to me and carry out my orders." I said in a low voice.

The air conditioner kept blowing hot air onto Mom's body. Through my guidance, in Mom's subconscious, she was already surrounded by a fiery hell, burning with raging fire.

"No...no..." Fear flickered in Mom's eyes, her face contorted in pain, and she pleaded incessantly. My suggestion seemed to have a ripple effect on her skin; her fair complexion flushed pink, and sweat began to appear, first fine beads, then more and more, until she was drenched in sweat as if she had just engaged in strenuous exercise.

"Mom, it hurts, doesn't it?" I asked, pleased with her reaction.

"...No...please..." Mom whimpered.

"The fire's so big, it's so hot, why don't you take off your clothes? Wouldn't it be much cooler if you took them off?" I whispered, trying to guide her.

"…Hot…so hot…" Mom kept muttering as if in a dream. Finally, she pursed her lips and slowly took off her top from the bottom up, revealing a white bra underneath.

I carefully examined Mom's bra; the old-fashioned pure white bra looked quite innocent. It seems Mom's underwear is always this conservative. I looked helplessly at the black bra I had just taken from Mom's bedroom. This was probably the most revealing bra Mom had—a lace bra.

It seems I'll have to teach Mom some things about underwear from now on. I thought mischievously.

"Just taking off your shirt won't make you feel cool. You'll only feel a little cool if you take off all your clothes. Of course, if you apologize to me and promise to obey my orders, then I can put away the flames and make you feel comfortable." I was a little annoyed when I saw that my mother stopped moving after taking off her shirt.

"...No..." My mother shook her head in pain.

"Look, Mom, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, it's about to burn you. Think of your son and husband. If you burn to death, how heartbroken your son and husband will be. Maybe your family will commit suicide too. Is it worth burning to death for this cheap dignity? Think of your beloved family, Mom." I whispered in my mother's ear.

Sure enough, after hearing me mention Dad and me, Mom's expression stiffened for a moment. Then she bit her lower lip, slowly bent down, and took off her jeans, revealing white underwear that matched her bra. Then she reached for her bra and took off her underwear. And so, my mother's beautiful, alluring, and coveted white body was laid bare before my eyes. Her shapely breasts had pink nipples, and she didn't look like a mother who had already given birth. Her mysterious triangle below had only sparse downy hair, offering little concealment; the fleshy cleft hidden within was clearly visible.

What a perfect body!

I couldn't help but admire it in my heart, and even felt an irresistible urge to play with my mother's body right now. However, when I thought of my future plans, I immediately restrained myself. If I took my mother's body right then and there, my plan would be ruined, and my mother might wake up immediately and sever ties with me.

"Very good, Mom. Look, you're completely naked. You have no dignity left. I'm satisfied. Now, I order you to apologize to me, and then I will make you feel incredibly comfortable." I said in my deep voice again.

"...I...I'm sorry..." Mom said, her face flushed.

"Sorry for what? You should say, 'Master, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders. From now on, as long as I, Zhao Li, am on this beach, I will completely obey your orders.' Understand?" I said somewhat dissatisfyingly.

"...Master...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders...From now on...as long as I, Zhao Li, am on this beach, I will completely obey your orders..." Mom hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.

"Good, that's enough. Now you'll feel the most comfortable." I raised my hand and switched the air conditioner from warm to cool. The cool breeze blew onto my mother's naked body, immediately eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. Because of my suggestion, my mother's body was enveloped in amplified pleasure. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes were glazed, and her red lips were slightly parted, a trickle of moisture slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Now, my mother should completely see me as the owner of the beach in her imagination, or rather, in her subconscious, I am the god of this beach.

"Excuse me... can I wear my swimsuit now...?" My mother's dreamy voice interrupted me as I was thinking.

I nodded and handed her the black lace bra.

My mother slowly put on the black lace bra, and her already fair skin appeared even fairer with the pure black lace bra. Her originally innocent temperament became incredibly sexy and charming.

"Now, Mom, I'm going to take you to our Happy Room. Once we're there, you'll feel happy and comfortable." As I spoke, I led my mother around the room a few times, then walked to my bed and said, "Mom, do you see this bed?"

"...Yes...I see it..." my mother murmured.

"This is the Happy Bed. It can help you enter a deeper level of hypnosis, and hypnosis will bring you happiness and comfort. Now, do you want to feel comfortable?" I asked.

"Yes...I want to feel comfortable..." my mother said unconsciously.

"Then, now, I allow you to lie down on the bed." As I spoke, I helped my mother slowly lie down on the bed.

"As I count, your consciousness will become increasingly subdued, your thoughts will become increasingly sluggish. You will try to think, but you will be unable to think about anything at all. You can only follow my voice and obey my commands. Sleep, sleep, obey my commands. No matter what I ask, you will answer me without reservation. Sleep, sleep."

Under my guidance, Mom's face became increasingly calm, her eyelids drooped slightly, and the dullness in her eyes became more and more obvious. As I counted, Mom's breathing became more and more even.

"Then, please tell me your name." I began to ask questions according to the usual hypnosis routine. Of course, this step was only to maintain Mom's obedience to my hypnosis.

"…Zhao Li…"

"How old are you this year?"

"…34…"

"Who is your husband?"

"…Wang Jie…"

"Who am I?"

"…My son…the owner of this beach…"

"Have you ever had sex?" I asked excitedly.

"…Yes…

" "How many times?

" "…Twice…"

What? Twice?!

Although I thought my mother was the conservative type, I didn't expect her to be this conservative.

"Did you only have sex with Dad?"

"No…and also…my cousin…"

My mother's answer shocked me again. My mother's cousin? Isn't that my uncle? My mother actually had sex with my uncle? No, that's not right. How could someone as innocent as Mom have slept with my uncle? There must be some misunderstanding.

"What happened between you and your cousin?" My tone unconsciously became stern, but I couldn't care less at that moment; this was just too hard for me to accept.

"...It happened during Chinese New Year this year...I got drunk...and he raped me..." Because of the hypnosis, Mom spoke calmly, as if she were an uninvolved bystander revealing her wounds to her son.

So she was drugged and raped.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew it! I noticed my uncle acting suspiciously during Chinese New Year; so that's what he was up to. Of course, I'm not saying it's a good thing that Mom was drugged and raped. I'm just afraid that if Mom actively seduced my uncle, her image in my eyes would plummet.

However, the thought of Mom being ridden on the bed by her cousin, moaning lewdly, suddenly made me a little excited.

"And then? What were you thinking at the time?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"...I felt dirty...I couldn't accept it..." Mom answered after a moment's thought.

"Did you tell Dad about this?" I asked, frowning.

"...No..."

"Then what did you do afterward? Didn't you use contraception?" I thought for a moment and asked again.

"...I took birth control pills for a month...and didn't get pregnant..." Mom said.

I looked at my mother, sprawled on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, like a doll without electricity. Suddenly, a wicked thought surfaced in my mind.

"So, Mom, when Uncle raped you, were you conscious?" I asked.

"...Yes...I just didn't have any strength...but I was conscious..." my mother murmured dreamily.

"Then, did it feel good when Uncle was fucking you?"

"...Good..."

"Have you ever missed that feeling? You have to tell me the truth." I commanded.

"...I have...when your father isn't home...I often miss that feeling..."

For some reason, my mother's answer pierced a deep wound in my heart, but it also made me somewhat happy.

It's because of mothers like this that I find them somewhat amusing.

"Listen, Mom, I've activated the magic of this Pleasure Bed. It will make you forget everything that happened during your hypnosis after hearing 'The Adulterous Housewife Zhao Li,' and immediately wake up back to the consciousness of the day your cousin raped you during the Lunar New Year. You will see me as your cousin and my room as the room you were in when you were raped that day. Moreover, your body will become extremely sensitive, and you will lose all strength to resist. After your first orgasm, you will become incredibly lewd, trying to seduce me to continue having sex with you, until I say 'Blue Beach,' and then you will return to the hypnotic state, understand?"

"'Adulterous married woman Zhao Li'...return to former consciousness...sensitivity...seduce...'Blue beach'...understood..."

After my mother murmured and repeated my commands several times, I confirmed that I had done it correctly. Then I ran to my mother's bedroom and, based on my memory, found the clothes she wore for the New Year's Day that day: a thick red chiffon dress, paired with black pantyhose and black high heels. Although the clothes looked a bit too thick to wear now, I had no choice but to make my mother wear them to restore the original look, and then I turned the air conditioning down to the lowest setting.

As for me, I believed that my uncle, that scumbag, was definitely not wearing anything when he raped my mother, so I simply took off all my clothes, releasing my long-awaited second brother.

After Mom finished dressing, I ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed. Everything was ready, and I said to her, "Adulterous married woman Zhao Li."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mom's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and her usual liveliness returned. However, there was a hint of confusion on her face. She looked around and then saw me, followed by a scream: "Brother! What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

It seemed that Mom was already in character.

I chuckled and went over to stroke my mother's face, saying, "What's wrong, Xiaoli? What am I doing?"

"You... what do you want to do?" My mother's face flushed pink, and her body trembled slightly. Of course, I didn't think her trembling was entirely out of fear. Because of the hypnotic command I had given her, she was probably having a slight physiological reaction to my touching her face.

"Xiaoli, you're so beautiful," I said, trying to imitate my uncle's tone, while my hands kept touching my mother's face, occasionally kneading her earlobes, and sometimes gently lifting her chin.

"Brother... I'm your sister... please don't do this..." Mom was almost crying. She wanted to run away, but for some reason, her legs wouldn't move at all, or rather, her whole body seemed to have no strength and she couldn't move.

"Hahaha, I love hearing you call me brother. You'd better shout it out loud, Xiao Li, especially when I'm fucking you." I have to say, it felt really good to be called brother by my mother. A strange feeling spread through my heart, arousing my animalistic desires.

I couldn't care less. I immediately pounced on my mother on the bed, one hand forcefully kneading her breasts, the other hand lifting her skirt and forcefully touching her private parts.

"Ah...no! Brother! No..." Mom tried to resist and push me away, but she couldn't muster any strength. Her resistance only made me feel more like she was being coquettish, which further aroused my lust.

I forcefully silenced my mother's screams by silencing her, greedily sucking on her sweet nectar. Her soft lips compelled me to bite down hard, my tongue entwining with hers. This French kiss lasted for several minutes until I felt slightly breathless, and I reluctantly released her lips. My teeth left marks on her lips, with faint traces of blood; it seemed I had bitten too hard and accidentally broken the skin.

My mother gasped for breath, her head thrown back, but I didn't rest. Instead, I roughly ripped open the collar of her shirt, pulling it down to below her breasts, revealing her pair of snow-white breasts encased in a black bra.

Seeing the pair of snow-white breasts, I was immediately seized by a playful impulse. A warm feeling welled up inside me, remembering how I used to rely on these two treasures for food every day when I was little. I pulled on the black bra like a slingshot, then let go, watching it snap against my mother's chest with a "snap," causing it to bounce.

"No...no...brother...please...let me go, I can pretend nothing happened..." My mother paused for a moment, regaining some strength, her voice hoarse and trembling with tears.

"Let you go? Sure, as long as you agree to my conditions." I said, still playing with my mother's breasts, tugging at the black bra, watching it bounce against her white breasts.

"I promise you! I'll give you any amount of money..." Mom hurriedly said upon hearing my words. My uncle wasn't well-off and often asked Mom for money when he was short of cash, so Mom assumed that this "cousin" I was pretending to be also wanted money.

"Money? No, no, no, I don't want money. My condition is simple: you sleep with me for one night and let me have my way with you." I said with an evil smile.

"You! You're dreaming!" Mom closed her eyes in despair. This was the first time she had ever experienced such humiliation. The strict upbringing she had received over the years had instilled in her a sense of common sense that she simply couldn't accept this.

I snorted coldly, saying nothing, but forcefully ripped open my mother's black bra and began sucking hard on her pink nipples, occasionally biting them with my teeth. Under my teasing and the hypnotic command, my mother quickly had a physical reaction; her fair skin flushed, and her pink nipples gradually hardened.

"Mmm... ah..." Under such teasing, even though my mother tried to hold back, she couldn't help but let out moans.

"Haha, little Lily, you're such a slut. You say no, but your body is very honest. I've only licked a few times, and you've already reacted, hahaha." Seeing my mother's reaction, I couldn't help but feel even more smug, continuing to stimulate her with lewd words.

"You...you're talking nonsense...I didn't...ah...no..." Mom struggled to speak, her words broken and labored.

"Oh? Is that so? Then how do you explain the fluid flowing from down there?" I said, forcefully slapping Mom's private parts; her pantyhose were already soaked with the love fluid flowing from her vulva.

Mom didn't speak, biting her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans. Seeing Mom like this, I smiled slightly, continuing to lick Mom's breasts while my hand kept stroking her vulva through her pantyhose.

"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Finally, under my double teasing, Mom couldn't help but cry out.

"What a slut." I said, releasing Mom's breasts and taking out scissors from the table.

Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me release her breasts, thinking this shameful and humiliating thing was about to end, but soon, she felt a cool sensation in her lower body.

"What are you doing!" Seemingly sensing my intention, Mom struggled to lift her head and said coquettishly.

"Nothing much, just helping your little slut's cunt get some relief," I said casually, my hands moving without stopping. I quickly cut a slit in my mother's pantyhose with the scissors, then threw them away and ripped the hole open.

*Rip!* My mother's pantyhose was immediately ripped open, revealing her black panties, already soaked with her love juice.

"No…" My mother shook her head in despair, tears streaming down her face. She tried to push me away, but it was no use.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're all soaking wet. I didn't expect you to be this wet after just a few strokes. What a slutty bitch, Little Li. Are you always this wet?" I said with a laugh, poking at my mother's vulva through her panties with my finger.

"No...no..." My mother was almost on the verge of collapse, only able to repeat herself over and over.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely be calling me 'husband' in a bit." Seeing my mother like this, I knew I couldn't play with her anymore. This was only the first time I hypnotized her, and it wasn't very reliable yet. If I ruined my thing and she had a mental breakdown, that would be a real problem.

As I spoke, I picked up the scissors again and roughly cut open my mother's panties, revealing a vulva that was now like a water curtain. Sparse pubic hair was soaked and stuck together, and the pink vulva opened and closed repeatedly, as if breathing. With each opening and closing, a little bit of vaginal fluid would flow out.

"Little Li, this is where you gave birth to Xiaoming," I said, while inserting my fingers and fiddling with it.

"Xiaoming... don't tell Xiaoming... don't..." My mother seemed to realize something and said in a panic.

It seemed that my mother was afraid that her image in my eyes would be greatly diminished. But what you don't know is that the one who is about to fuck you is me, Wang Xiaoming himself.

I chuckled inwardly, but couldn't let my guard down, so I continued teasingly, "Sure, but it depends on how you behave. Otherwise, I might just film a video of you and send it to Xiaoming and your husband. How about we title it 'Mother's Secret'?"

"No...no...ah...what do you want me to do?" Mom closed her eyes in despair, knowing that now she had no choice but to cooperate with her cousin (me).

"I've already said, as long as you sleep with me for one night and I have my way with you, we'll be fine afterwards. This is a secret between you and me," I said with a wicked grin.

"I'm your sister..." Mom, still unable to accept it, tried one last time to appeal to my conscience.

"You little bitch, you talk too much nonsense." I chuckled, and without a word, lifted my mother's beautiful legs. Ignoring her resistance, I aimed my penis and thrust it in forcefully, the entire length disappearing into her vagina.

"Ah..." The moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, she involuntarily cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fair skin flushed, and fine beads of sweat made her body look crystal clear.

It seems the hypnotic command I gave my mother was too strong; she orgasmed just from penetration.

"What a little slut, so pretty and so wanton. You'd be perfect as a prostitute; lots of people would patronize you." I excitedly insulted my mother while laboriously thrusting my penis in and out.

I must say, my mother's vagina was incredibly tight, unlike what one would expect from a mother who had given birth. The moment my penis entered, the inner walls of her vagina gripped it tightly, like a greedy mouth sucking at it. If I hadn't had good self-control, I would have ejaculated into her womb almost immediately.

Is this where I came from? It feels so good.

I thought to myself as I thrust.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Mom kept moaning, the intense pleasure keeping her in a state of orgasm almost constantly, squirting continuously. With each thrust of my penis, a lot of love fluid was brought out, and with each thrust, I could feel a jet of water spraying onto my glans.

"Ah...so good...ahhh...um...ah..." Because of my hypnotic commands, after her first orgasm, Mom completely let go, becoming as wanton as a real prostitute. Her beautiful legs even instinctively wrapped around my waist, and her vagina gripped my penis even tighter, greedily sucking it in.

"Xiao Li, do you prefer me to call you a bitch or a slut? Or should I call you a good little sister?" I asked while fucking Mom's wet vagina.

"Ahhh...um...as long as you...ah...you like...whatever you call me...ah...um...whatever you call me...ahhh...anything...ahhh..." Under the influence of hypnotic commands and intense pleasure, Mom had already abandoned thinking, as well as dignity and morality, completely sinking into endless pleasure.

"Hahaha, from now on you have to call yourself a little bitch and call me 'good brother,' understand? Otherwise I won't fuck you anymore." With that, I stopped thrusting, pulled my penis out, and gently pressed it against the outside of my mother's vagina.

"Ah...no...don't stop...I...ah...ha...I'll listen to you...ha...good brother...don't stop...ah...the little bitch wants...ha..." After I pulled out my penis, a feeling of emptiness instantly filled my mother's heart. Stimulated by the emptiness and the intense pleasure lingering from before, my mother immediately lost her mind. With a sob in her voice and gasps, she pleaded with me with difficulty, while constantly swaying her waist, trying to get my penis back into her vagina.

"No, I want to hear you say, 'Good brother, hurry up and use your cock to fuck this little bitch's slutty cunt hard.'" I said with a wicked grin.

"I...I said...ah...good brother...haa...ah...hurry up and use your...your cock...ah...fuck...ah...haa...this little bitch's slutty...ah...slutty cunt hard...ah..." Stimulated by pleasure, Mom had long since abandoned her dignity and obediently uttered these despicable words.

"Hahahaha, I knew you would be a great prostitute." I patted Mom's white and tender buttocks with satisfaction, and my cock once again forcefully thrust into Mom's cunt. Because it was so forceful, I even felt that this time it directly hit Mom's cervix.

"Ahhhhhh..." The intense pleasure caused Mom to climax again uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, her whole body flushed pink, and the gushing love juice had already soaked most of my sheets.

"Coming!" I growled.

After thrusting for several tens of minutes, I finally couldn't hold on any longer. My body shuddered, and my ejaculation was unleashed. A stream of hot fluid forcefully spurted into Mom's vagina. I held Mom, who had already lost consciousness, tightly, pressing my penis against her vaginal opening, ensuring that not a single drop of semen was wasted, but all of it shot into Mom's uterus.

The ejaculation lasted for several minutes before stopping. After confirming there was no residue, I reluctantly pulled my penis out. As it left, a stream of milky-white fluid flowed out, some spraying onto my mother's inner thighs, and some onto the floor.

I must say, this simulation of my uncle raping my mother gave me a strange pleasure—a beastly, brutal, and wild lust.

Looking at my mother lying on the bed, I couldn't help but chuckle wickedly. I took out my phone and started snapping all sorts of pictures of her, especially her vagina, still covered in the milky-white fluid; I took several close-up shots.

After doing all that, I put away my phone, then slapped my mother a few times, yelling, "You little bitch, get up! It's your turn to do your work."

After the slaps, my mother groggily opened her eyes, looking at me with a confused expression, then at herself, before remembering what had just happened. Her face flushed red, her eyes filled with shame. She couldn't believe that her previous filthy and lewd behavior was real.

"...You...what do you want to do?" my mother said weakly.

"Clean me up, with your mouth," I said, pointing to my penis.

"You're dreaming!" my mother shouted angrily.

"You're not going to clean up after you've had your fun? Looks like I'll have to go out and explain to my relatives." I chuckled, then whispered in my mother's ear, "They're sleeping in the next room."

This was true, because in my memory, after dinner that day, my mother went to my cousin's room to rest. My cousin and we were originally resting in the next room, but he sneakily said he was going to the bathroom (of course, now it seems he took advantage of my mother being drunk to do something bad, but we were indeed sleeping in the next room at the time).

"You!" My mother pointed at me in embarrassment, wanting to say something, but she didn't have the strength to speak. It seemed Mom was extremely disappointed in her own performance, so she felt she had no right to criticize me anymore.

After a long silence, Mom laboriously dragged herself to her feet, slowly got out of bed, knelt before me, and clumsily took my penis into her mouth, sucking it somewhat awkwardly.

"That's a good girl, isn't it nice to be a little bitch like this?" I happily patted Mom's head.

My mother's mouth was stuffed full of my penis. She didn't say a word, only tears streamed down her cheeks, some dripping onto my penis. The scalding tears made me dizzy. Seeing my mother's shameful and pitiful appearance, my heart was filled with mixed feelings. I suddenly felt that what I was doing was inhuman, but I also felt a strange sense of conquering pleasure.

"Blue beach," I said helplessly, uttering the hypnotic command. Under this torment of conscience, I really had no desire to continue playing with my mother.

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother stopped, but remained in the same position, calling out my penis. I gently lifted my mother's face, letting her spit out my penis. Looking at her now calm face and her dazed, confused eyes,

I gently brushed away the few strands of sweat clinging to her cheeks. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "Mom, how did you feel just now?"

"...Very scared...but...very comfortable..." my mother murmured dreamily.

"You will remember this feeling, forever, understand?" I said with a smile.

"...Yes...I will remember..." my mother murmured repeatedly.

I thought about it for a moment, but then felt it wasn't enough, so I continued to command my mother: "Starting today, you will relive the feeling of being raped in your dreams every night, and each time it will feel better than the last. Although you will feel that this is immoral, that you are letting your father down, that you are dirty and lewd, but you will also think that way, and the more intense the pleasure will be, understand?"

"...Dreaming of being raped...immoral...lewd...the more intense...understand..." My mother repeated my words intermittently.

After confirming that my mother understood, I looked at her dress, whose neckline I had torn, and continued, "In a moment, you'll first clean up the semen on the floor. Of course, you'll have to lick it with your tongue and eat it all. Then, after washing the sheets and cleaning yourself, you'll count to ten and wake up from the hypnosis. You won't care about the changes on your body or the damage to your clothes. You'll come up with some reasonable excuses to accept the damage and throw them away as if you never bought them. Then, I'll sleep with you tonight in your and Dad's bedroom. You won't find it strange because it's normal for a son to sleep in the same bed as his mother, understand?"

"...lick with your tongue...clean...forget...don't care...understand..." Mom murmured in reply.

"When you wake up from hypnosis, you won't remember being hypnotized by me a second time. You'll only remember that after the first hypnosis, you changed your habit of not liking to eat meat. At the same time, you'll completely forget what happened during the hypnosis, but you'll firmly remember the commands I gave you in your subconscious. As for the time you missed during the hypnosis, you'll need to come up with a reasonable excuse to make yourself accept it, understand?" "

...Forgetting being hypnotized...a reasonable excuse...understand..."

"Alright, now start carrying out my commands." I looked at the time and felt that I had played enough today. I played from around noon until four in the afternoon, and I was a little tired.

Watching my mother, her eyes glazed over, silently licking the mixture of my semen and her own vaginal fluid from the floor like a female dog, I felt reassured that there wasn't a major problem and left the room with a satisfied heart. I couldn't sleep in my room until she cleaned up the fluid, and even then, I wouldn't sleep there again.

I pushed open the door to my parents' bedroom, looking at the large room with a contented smile. From now on, this room would be mine and my mother's. Three years of planning and scheming had finally come to fruition.

Looking at my parents' wedding photo hanging on the bed, their radiant smiles seemed to encourage me and wish me success soon. Chapter Two:

Hypnosis. Hypnosis, as it's called, is not some fictional witchcraft, but a scientific technique discovered by medieval European psychiatrists that allows access to the human subconscious. It's generally used to alter a person's subconscious to achieve therapeutic effects. However, most hypnosis only affects the surface of thought and doesn't change a person's mind. Only a small number of people who are brought into deep hypnosis gradually have their thoughts altered, leading to irrational behavior. At the time, most people didn't understand this and couldn't explain these behaviors, thus categorizing hypnosis as witchcraft.

As for how hypnosis alters a person's thoughts—for example, easily making someone forget something or adding a non-existent memory—these aren't some mystical feats; they have a scientific basis.

For instance, when someone is ordered to forget something, their subconscious remembers it. It's just that the hypnotist implanted the command to forget, so they deliberately avoid thinking about it, or, just as they're about to remember, their subconscious takes them to another memory. Simply put, to make a hypnotized person forget a memory, you must first make them remember it.

When I woke up, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar yet very familiar ceiling and room layout, I couldn't help but smile, filled with a sense of smugness.

This bedroom is the place I've longed for day and night for years. Countless times, while masturbating, I've fantasized about conquering my mother and then sleeping freely on this large bed, embracing my submissive mother as I drift off to sleep.

Now, it's all become a reality.

There's no trace of my mother beside me, only her slightly slumped pillow and a faint fragrance.

Yesterday, I was so tired from playing with my mother that I slept from the afternoon until evening. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, but found it was already past eleven, so I didn't plan to do anything more and just held my sleeping mother and continued sleeping until this morning. I glanced at my watch; it was six in the morning. The thought of having to go to school today made me feel a pang of frustration. Although I wanted to just tell Mom to ask for leave, I remembered I'd left some things at school, so I decided to collect them and then ask Mom to ask for leave.

After all, I only have seven days. Today is Dad's first day away on a business trip, and I only have six days left to "reform" Mom. Time is precious, and I can't waste it.

I got up, dressed, and walked out of my room. I saw my mother with her back to me, leaning against the windowsill making a phone call. Today, she had her smooth, flowing hair casually draped over her shoulders, wearing a pink bathrobe with a sheer white overlay and lace trim at the hem. The glimpse of her fair legs and slender waist wrapped in the bathrobe made me feel refreshed and relaxed.

After a long while, Mom finally hung up the phone. Turning around, she saw me standing behind her. Her expression was slightly awkward at first, but then she smiled and said, "Good morning, Xiaoming. You're finally up! I thought you didn't want to get up because you slept so comfortably with Mom."

"Yeah, it was comfortable, but not that bad. I was just a little tired yesterday. What's wrong, Mom? Who called? Was it Dad?" I asked, curious about Mom's reaction.

"No, it was just a friend of Mom's. It's nothing, just calling to say hello." Mom's eyes were clearly evasive, but she forced a calm smile.

I frowned. My mother was clearly hiding something from me, which I didn't like. In the past, I would have had to suppress my curiosity and guess, but things were different now. I naturally had ways to get my mother to tell me.

"Mom, the blue beach."

The moment I uttered the hypnotic command, my mother's eyes lost their liveliness, becoming dull and lifeless. Her face became calm, and her body remained motionless in the same position, like a delicate doll.

Looking at my mother's beautiful appearance, a surge of lust rushed to my heart. I stepped forward, lifted her chin, and kissed her fiercely. My tongue ruthlessly pried open her pearly teeth, savoring her saliva and fragrant tongue. My hands were not idle either; I pulled open the collar of my mother's nightgown and reached inside, wantonly kneading my mother's snow-white breasts.

After toying with my mother for a while, I finally felt a little satisfied. Not wanting to waste any more time, I reluctantly let go of her. Her clothes were disheveled; her pink nightgown was mostly pulled open, revealing her fair body and alluring, pink shoulders. The white bra that had covered her breasts was now pulled down below her chest, exposing her snow-white breasts.

What an enticing sight! Bathed in the backlight of the morning sun, my mother looked like a work of art, a beautiful woman in a perfect painting.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked, suppressing my lust.

"...Yes...I can hear you..." my mother said calmly.

"Listen, Mom, I expect that from now on, even when you're sober, you'll answer my questions honestly. I need you to tell me anything I want to know, even your private matters, because I'm the owner of this beach, and you shouldn't have any secrets from me. If I want to know, and I ask, you should tell me everything, understand?" "

...Understood..."

"Then, who called you just now?"

"...Luo Hui..."

Hearing this name, I frowned slightly. I knew Luo Hui; she was a friend of my mother's, four years her senior. However, I hadn't had a good impression of her since childhood. Whenever she visited, she would take some of my toys to give to her daughter. And as I grew up, she would constantly ask my mother to eat with her—of course, my mother always paid. I remember my mother saying that Luo Hui and my mother shared a delivery room and became close friends afterward, staying in touch frequently.

But in my eyes, Luo Hui was just a money-grubbing opportunist. Because my mother, a year after giving birth to me, got into a good university with excellent grades, and after that, Luo Hui almost never contacted my mother (I only learned about these past events later when my mother was brainwashed through hypnosis, so I won't go into details). It wasn't until she heard that my father had become a senior executive in the biggest company in our area that she started coming to our house every day.

Of course, no matter how much I think she is a wicked and opportunistic person, I have to admit that Luo Hui has some assets. She is quite pretty, and when she came to our house before, she kept bragging to my mother that she was a star performer in the city's dance troupe when she was young.

"What did she want on the phone?" I continued to ask. After all, Luo Hui wasn't some student-teacher; why would she call at six in the morning just to say hello to my mother?

"...She said her online store needs investment...and she wants me to invest 100,000 yuan..."

"100,000 yuan?" I exclaimed in surprise. 100,000 yuan? That's no small amount. With Luo Hui's character, giving her 100,000 yuan would be like throwing money down the drain.

"And then? You agreed? You agreed to lend her 100,000 yuan?" I asked hurriedly.

"...Yes...she said she'd come to see me this afternoon..." My mother nodded and said.

I couldn't help but feel helpless. My mother was just too kind, to the point that she didn't know how to refuse other people's requests. I was really worried about what would happen if Luo Hui or even my cousin took advantage of this weakness and manipulated her.

Although I was currently manipulating my mother, I was still her son and wouldn't lie to her to do anything that would harm her interests...probably.

"What time in the afternoon?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"...3 o'clock..."

"Is she alone? Where's her husband?"

"...Yes...she's alone..." my mother answered obediently.

I had originally planned to directly order my mother to refuse Luo Hui's request, but then something suddenly occurred to me, and an evil plan surfaced in my mind. Since Luo Hui is coming alone, I can use hypnosis on her without any scruples. This means I'll soon have another slave of my own. I can even take her daughter, whom I thought was pretty when she was little, into my possession.

Thinking about it this way, having Luo Hui come to our house doesn't seem so bad.

"Alright, Mom, listen, when Luo Hui comes this afternoon, you'll immediately enter a hypnotic state the moment you open the door, but you can't show it. Even though you're hypnotized, your behavior will be the same as usual. You can't let her know you're hypnotized, understand?" I gave my mother's subconscious command with a wicked grin.

"...Yes...the moment the door opens...enter hypnosis...behave normally..." Mom repeated my command in a sleep-like voice. After confirming that Mom remembered correctly, I nodded in satisfaction and continued, "After entering the hypnotic state, you will light the incense I gave you for a while, and then try to chat with her to prolong the time. When you feel that she is a little sleepy and her consciousness is fading, you will go back to the bedroom and wait for my command, understand?"

"...Light the incense...chat...wait for your command...understand..."

After Mom repeated herself, I breathed a sigh of relief to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Then I said, "So, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up from the hypnosis, but you'll forget everything that happened while I was hypnotizing you. You'll only remember the commands I gave you, understand?"

"Snap!"

After I snapped my fingers, Mom's eyes slowly cleared, and she looked at me with a confused expression, as if she wanted to say something. But before she could speak, she looked down and saw her breasts completely exposed to the air.

"Ah! Xiaoming, don't look! Turn around!" Mom exclaimed.

Damn it, I forgot about that. I forgot to give Mom the order to "ignore the changes in her body." Mom is almost half-naked now, and according to her traditional values, exposing herself like this in front of her son is naturally shameful.

"Blue Beach!" I had to stop Mom before things got any worse.

As soon as I finished speaking, Mom, who had been screaming and trying to cover her chest, immediately fell silent, like an emotionless doll.

I had originally intended to tell my mother to tidy her clothes and forget everything, just like yesterday, but suddenly I had a sudden inspiration to play a little prank on her. So I said, "Mom, you just exposed your breasts in front of your son. How do you feel?"

"...I'm ashamed..." my mother answered calmly.

"No, you shouldn't feel ashamed. I am your son, your closest person. I saw your body. You shouldn't feel ashamed. You should feel happy. Being appreciated by your son should be the happiest thing for a mother, understand?" "

...No..." A struggle appeared on my mother's face.

I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. It seemed my hypnosis of my mother wasn't deep enough; I hadn't completely grasped her subconscious. So when I gave her such an unethical command, her moral compass still reminded her subconscious that "her son is wrong."

It seemed I needed to find time to specifically address my mother's moral issues.

But right now, my immediate priority was preventing her from waking up.

"Relax, Mom, relax. Forget what I just said, relax. You're safe now, don't be afraid." I guided my mother, and only when the struggle on her face gradually faded and she returned to calm did I breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking for a while, I smiled slightly. Since that's the case, why not just temporarily bypass my mother's moral compass when giving orders? So I continued, "Mom, listen, you love following fashion trends, right?" "

...Yes..."

"Making yourself look beautiful by following fashion trends is your biggest hobby, isn't it?"

"...Yes..."

"Imagine those fashionable, beautiful women, dressing themselves up like princesses in the most stylish ways. You want to be as beautiful as a princess, right, Mom?" I continued to guide her.

"...Yes...I want to be as beautiful as a princess..." It seemed that under my guidance, Mom had already envisioned herself wearing gorgeous, fashionable clothes and looking as beautiful as a princess, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face.

"And it's perfectly acceptable for fashionable clothes to be a little revealing sometimes, isn't it? Because it's fashionable, so for example, a woman wearing a bikini at the beach and letting strangers look at her won't feel there's a problem. On the contrary, she'll be considered a beauty by strangers, right?"

"...Yes..." Mom's smile widened, as if she was imagining herself wearing a swimsuit, showing off her amazing figure and being judged by others.

"So, the way I'm dressing you is actually the most popular home wear right now. You don't need to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed in front of your son. On the contrary, you should boldly ask your son for tips on women's dressing, because I am the best fashion master. The dressing tips I teach you are definitely the most popular right now. Even if it requires you to show some skin, you should accept it gladly, right? Of course, as long as there are outsiders, you should still dress as usual, unless I teach you new fashion styles, understand?"

"...Yes...ask your son for advice..." A hint of pride shone on the mother's face, it seemed that she had accepted the implication that I was a 'fashion master'.

Seeing how readily my twisted logic went, I smiled with satisfaction. I glanced at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. This whole ordeal had already taken over twenty minutes.

It seemed that if I didn't get my mother to abandon her original moral compass, giving her orders would be much more difficult in the future.

"So, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up from the hypnosis, forget about being hypnotized, but remember the orders I give you and carry them out faithfully, understand?"

*Snap!*

As I snapped my fingers, my mother's eyes regained their liveliness. She looked at me, then smiled charmingly and said, "Xiaoming, do you think Mom looks good dressed like this?"

The hypnotic command had taken effect. I was secretly delighted. At this moment, my mother no longer felt that there was anything wrong with her being so revealing, and even proudly puffed out her breasts, causing her robe, which was no longer providing much coverage, to slide down a little further.

"Of course it looks good! My mom looks good in anything, but this way of dressing is a bit off."

My mom was initially very happy to hear my praise, her face beaming with joy. However, when she heard the second half of my sentence, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with it? Although I also think it's a bit strange."

Of course she would think it's strange, after all, subconsciously, such revealing behavior is extremely immoral. But of course I couldn't say these things aloud. I could only suppress my laughter and pretend to be serious, saying, "Because Mom's neckline isn't low enough. The normal way to dress is to boldly expose your chest, shoulders, and back."

As I spoke, I stepped forward and helped Mom fully open her robe, like an ancient person dressing, leaving the neckline wide open and draped over her elbows, completely exposing her chest and back.

While I was doing this, although Mom's eyes flickered with struggle and she seemed somewhat at a loss, she ultimately didn't stop me. She simply felt that I was trying to make her more beautiful, teaching her fashionable attire for home.

"Um...and then? Is this what it means to be properly dressed?" Mom asked timidly.

After I completely exposed Mom's breasts to the air, she watched me scrutinize her as if she were a work of art, and a strange sadness welled up inside her. Mom felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Hmm, no, you also need to take off your bra, Mom," I said after looking her over for a while, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Ah, I need to take off my bra, but..." Upon hearing that she had to take off her bra, Mom's face immediately flushed red.

"Yes, not just the bra, but also the panties. Mom, the key to this outfit is 'going braless.' Only by boldly taking off your bra can you perfectly show off your beauty. This is also the most popular way to dress now." I said with a smile.

"...Okay...Alright, I'll go inside and take them off." Although she still felt something was wrong, Mom still thought she should listen to her son's advice, the "fashion guru." After all, "If you want to become more beautiful and keep up with fashion, then being a little revealing is nothing," a voice said in Mom's mind.

I nodded and watched my mother walk back to her bedroom. I didn't plan to use hypnosis to make her perform a striptease in front of me again, because I had to rush to school.

So, I quickly grabbed some of the sandwiches my mother had made and ate them. After I finished two, my mother walked up to me somewhat awkwardly. The bra that I had pulled down below her breasts was gone, and through the hem of her robe swaying in the wind, I could vaguely see her sparse pubic hair. It seemed her underwear was also gone.

"Is...is this okay?" my mother asked, blushing.

"Hmm, Mom looks so beautiful like this." I nodded in satisfaction and added, "My mom looks as beautiful as an angel."

"You're so sweet-talking, you only know how to make your mom happy." Hearing my praise, Mom gave me a coquettish glare, but I could tell from her smile that she was pleased with it.

"By the way, Mom, how was the hypnosis I did for you yesterday?" After finishing all that, Mom finally sat down at the table to eat, and I could feast my eyes on her, eating my sandwich while shamelessly admiring her snow-white breasts.

"I must say, Xiaoming's hypnosis is pretty good. If possible, hypnotize Mom again after school today." Mom felt my blatant gaze. Normally, she would have been angry at such a direct stare at her chest, but now, under my hypnotic command, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she felt it was because she was dressed beautifully and being admired by her son. Mom enjoyed this feeling.

"One more time? Why?" I asked, feigning surprise. Hypnotizing Mom was now incredibly easy; a single hypnotic command would instantly turn her into a puppet, completely at my mercy.

"Hmm... I don't know why, but after my run yesterday, I felt really tired, and my mouth tasted weird. Maybe it's just psychological," Mom said thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand.

"Running?" This time I was genuinely confused. When did Mom go for a run yesterday?

"Yes, after you hypnotized me yesterday, I ate dinner and then went for a run. I was all sweaty, and when I got back, I accidentally stained your sheets. I washed the sheets and took a shower; it took me ages. Did you forget?" Mom looked at me suspiciously.

Right, yesterday I gave Mom hypnotic instructions, asking her to come up with a reasonable explanation for the passage of time and her unusual physical symptoms. So Mom made up a reason for running, which explained why she had been missing for a while, why she felt particularly tired, and why she had cleaned herself up.

"Oh, I remember now, because you left without saying goodbye after dinner yesterday, I didn't know you were going for a run." I immediately pretended to realize something.

"Didn't I tell you?" Mom looked at me with some suspicion.

"Oh, I probably did, who remembers such a small thing?" I laughed it off.

"Hmph, such a bad memory at such a young age." Seeing my expression, Mom thought I had really forgotten, so she pouted and poked my forehead with some dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, let's not talk about that. Mom, did you have any symptoms yesterday? Like, did you have any dreams last night? Tell me, so I can help you fall asleep." I thought that since Mom thought she had been running around all afternoon yesterday because of my command, I was also curious whether she had carried out my other command properly.

"Dreams... you know... those kinds of dreams." As soon as she said this, Mom's voice immediately became much softer, and a blush rose on her fair face.

"What kind of dreams? Mom, you have to tell me 'honestly'." I raised an eyebrow and said, and when I said "honestly," I deliberately emphasized the words.

Sure enough, a flicker of confusion crossed Mom's eyes upon hearing the word, before quickly returning to clarity. She lowered her head shyly and stammered, "It's just... Mom dreamt that a stranger... raped her..."

"What? Mom dreamt she was raped?" I exclaimed, feigning surprise. But inwardly, I was secretly delighted; it seemed Mom was faithfully carrying out my command.

"Oh dear! Keep your voice down!" Mom was clearly startled, quickly gesturing shyly to me not to speak loudly, as if afraid of being overheard. This is naturally related to my mother's moral values. Her strict upbringing taught her that such things are extremely shameful, and dreaming about them is definitely bad. The fact that she's obediently telling me now is just a result of hypnosis. If others knew, my mother would feel ashamed for the rest of her life.

"Ah, I'm sorry, so how did you feel, Mom? Tell me the truth." A barely perceptible smile flashed across my face, quickly concealed by my serious expression.

"Feeling...feeling? No, no, no...this..." Hearing my more sensitive question, my mother became even more ashamed, her pretty face turning bright red, like a tempting apple, and she lowered her head deeply, unable to look at me.

"It's just...it feels really good."

After a long silence, Mom finally spoke softly, her voice almost inaudible.

"Hmm, so what Mom means is that if someone really raped you, you would betray Dad because it felt good?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"No, no! You child! What nonsense are you talking about!" Hearing my words, Mom's pretty face turned pale instantly, and she scolded me urgently.

"I'm sorry, Mom's words scared me too much. I always feel like Mom secretly longs to be a slutty woman." I hurriedly 'explained'.

Sure enough, upon hearing my words, my mother was first surprised, then tears welled up in her eyes. Her face flushed with anger, and she scolded me in a slightly tearful voice, "Where did you learn such vulgar language! How could I have such a lewd son?"

"Sigh," I sighed helplessly. It seemed this was the limit of what my mother could accept.

Listening to my mother's angry rebuke, I said helplessly, "The blue beach."

A few minutes later, my mother smiled again, seemingly having forgotten my insolence. If it weren't for the tear stains on my mother's face, it would have seemed like everything that had just happened was a dream.

"Alright, I'm full, Mom, I'm off." I checked the time; it was already 7:30. Since I'm a day student, I don't have to do morning exercises, so I usually only need to be at school by 8:00. And now, it'll be just in time for me to get there.

"Okay, be careful on your way home, and remember to come back early after school." Mom smiled as she saw me to the door.

"I know, and also, Mom, please remember not to wear those old-fashioned bras anymore. If you want to look pretty, you have to go 'bare-chested,' understand?" I laughed as I put on my shoes, looking at my mother. Her revealing clothes, with her almost completely naked upper body, combined with her seemingly virtuous and motherly words, created a strange feeling that made it hard for me to suppress my laughter.

"Okay, okay, stop nagging, I know, I know." Mom impatiently handed me my schoolbag. With her movement, her exposed, snow-white breasts, no longer bound by a bra, rippled slightly, making me lose myself in thought.

"The blue beach."

Holding my mom, whose eyes were unfocused and who looked like a doll, I kissed her pink nipple hard, then gave her another passionate French kiss.

"So beautiful," I whispered.

"Snap."

I snapped my fingers, slung my schoolbag over my shoulder, turned and left. Mom smiled and waved after me, causing my snow-white breasts to swing wildly.

"Be careful on the road."

The morning classes were incredibly boring. Normally, I would have been fast asleep sitting in the corner, my head resting on my desk. After all, the teacher's lectures are the most powerful hypnotic technique. But today, unusually, I didn't sleep. Instead, I was furiously scribbling on paper. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't doing homework or listening to the lecture. I was writing the hypnosis script I would use to hypnotize Luo Hui this afternoon.

A hypnosis script is a procedural plan that a hypnotist needs when hypnotizing someone. For example, when hypnotizing my mother, I used the script I had been planning for three years, which was based on three points: "I am her son," "I can make my mother feel relaxed," and "The happy bed on the mysterious beach."

This script obviously wouldn't work on Luo Hui. After all, I'm not her son, I don't know what can relax her, and there's the issue of imagination. My mother is the kind of woman who's very innocent and romantic, which is why I created a beach scene for her that I controlled, and then controlled her mind by putting her on the "pleasure bed." But I don't know Luo Hui well, so I have no idea whether she can accept this script, which doesn't really make much sense.

Hypnosis can only happen once. If it fails and she wakes up, becoming wary of me and leaving our family is a minor issue. But if she uses this as leverage to threaten me into calling the police, that would be too much trouble.

So now I have to come up with a perfect, convincing hypnosis script to get Luo Hui into deep hypnosis.

"What should I do?" I sighed inwardly, angrily tore off the page I had just written, and threw it into the trash can behind the teacher.

"As Sun Tzu's Art of War says, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.' Students, you must remember this saying. Why? Because this ancient proverb is very helpful for our high school entrance exam. In the reading comprehension section of Chinese, don't just write down the answer you think is right. You need to understand what the test setter likes and write the answers the test setter likes. That way, you can get a higher score than others. Now, I'm going to talk about question 26..."

Just as I was worrying, what the Chinese teacher on the stage said suddenly caught my attention. That's right, I shouldn't use my own ideas to construct Luo Hui's hypnotic script. I should use what Luo Hui likes to construct a solid hypnotic world. What does Luo Hui like the most? Isn't it money? Oh my god, Chinese teacher, I love you to death! And you little brat, I love you to death too!

Thinking this, I excitedly took out another notebook and started writing. Soon, a hypnotic script that satisfied me was complete. Next, I needed to let my mom understand my script and have her play the key role. Time flew by, and after the bell rang for the end of the last class, I immediately grabbed my schoolbag and a white mirror from my desk, and excitedly ran home.

"Welcome! Who is it?" came my mom's gentle voice from inside the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Mom had changed out of her morning clothes, now wearing a brightly colored off-the-shoulder top and white tight-fitting capri pants. It seemed Mom thought it was a stranger knocking, so she obeyed my hypnotic command and went to change.

"Ah, Xiaoming? What are you doing…?" Mom looked at me with some surprise, because I usually didn't come home until the afternoon, staying at school for lunch and overnight.

"The blue beach." But before Mom could finish speaking, I uttered the hypnotic command, watching with satisfaction as Mom's eyes unfocused, turning her into a puppet at my mercy.

"Mom, are you wearing a bra?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"...No..." Mom answered calmly.

"Let me see if it's true." Saying that, I didn't care that we were still in the hallway and people could come and go at any time, so I directly lifted up Mom's shirt, revealing her snow-white breasts.

"Hmm, not bad, she's not wearing anything on top." I nodded with satisfaction, and then kneaded them a few times.

"Let's look at the bottom." After kneading them a few times, I didn't stop. I reached out and unbuttoned Mom's capri pants, and then pulled them down to her knees, completely exposing Mom's genitals to the air, the sparse pubic hair and the barely visible flesh.

"Good, Mom, you're so good. You really are 'vacuum-free'." I chuckled, pinching Mom's breasts.

"..." Mom didn't react to my insult at all, just stood there obediently.

"Mom, pee here. You really need to pee right now, don't you? It's hard for you to hold it in. You need to pee, you need to pee."

Under my guidance, Mom gradually became aroused, twisting her genitals, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her face, as if she really was holding it in.

"So, you really need to pee, right? You can't wait to pee because you won't be able to hold it in any longer." I said with a wicked smile.

"...Hmm..." Under my hypnosis, Mom felt the urge to urinate more and more urgently, involuntarily tightening her legs.

"Okay, Mom, don't hold it in anymore. Don't worry about your son being right here. Just pee as much as you want. Mom, squat here and pee as much as you want." I felt I had guided her enough, so I helped my mother to the middle of the hallway and pointed there, saying this.

Hearing my command, my mother was immediately relieved, hurriedly squatting down and starting to urinate in front of me without any shame, not caring at all when someone might come. She just urinated freely in the hallway.

This thrill of possibly having my mother's lewd appearance seen at any moment deeply stimulated me. I suddenly realized that this feeling of exposing my mother to others might not be so bad.

After seeing my mother finish urinating, I looked through the gap in the stairs and didn't find any signs that anyone had passed by. I felt a sense of lucky pleasure, but also a touch of disappointment.

Thinking I had important things to do, I stopped teasing my mother and said in a somewhat disappointed voice, "Mom, don't stand up, crawl in like a dog."

My mother obediently knelt down from her squatting position, then placed her hands on the ground. Since I hadn't let her pull up her pants, my mother, like a beautiful newborn female dog, clumsily and laboriously crawled into the house. After I closed the door… I told my mother she could stand up, then showed her the hypnosis script I had written, and instructed her to memorize some of the roles she needed to play and some important points. Only then did I go into my mother's bedroom and pick out a new set of clothes for her. Because my mother had crawled in on her knees, her pants were soaked with urine from when she was on her knees, so they were no longer suitable for wearing.

In the name of the beach's master, I commanded my mother to obediently change into her clothes in front of me. It was a white, long-sleeved dress with delicate, sheer sleeves that made it appear very light and airy. The dress was rather tight, and with my mother going "naked," her breasts were almost partially visible, though a close look revealed their outlines. Normally,

I would never have chosen this dress for my mother, but after the stimulating experience of seeing that exposed image of her, I inexplicably chose it.

After Mom changed her clothes, I looked at her carefully again. Then I went to her closet and found a black leather belt and white stockings. Mom obediently put on the stockings, and I tightened the black leather belt around her slender waist, making the already slightly small clothes even tighter. Mom's good figure was almost perfectly outlined, as well as her two breasts, which were more prominent, and her private parts, which were faintly visible.

Satisfied with Mom's appearance, I took my beautiful mother out.

Sure enough, dressed like this, Mom would definitely turn heads on the street. Plus, before we left, I'd given her instructions to act as usual, not to let anyone know she was hypnotized, and to keep smiling. This made her maintain a constant smile; her eyes were sparkling, and her face flushed, making her even more alluring.

Excitedly, I followed behind Mom, observing the men who were secretly staring at her with lecherous eyes. I couldn't help but feel smug. You can only look, but I can have my way with her whenever I want. If you knew, wouldn't you be incredibly envious?

Wait, is that just my imagination? I think there are water droplets on Mom's legs? It must be sweat.

Without giving it much thought, I continued leading my mother towards the supermarket.

With over two hours until 3 PM, I took her to a large department store in our city. After browsing for a while, I ordered her to buy a lot of cosmetics. My mother had never liked makeup, so we only had some simple cosmetics like lipsticks and foundations that my father had given her. She only wore light makeup for important occasions.

After buying the cosmetics, I secretly ordered her to buy some women's clothes; anything I agreed to, she could buy. Why did I secretly order my mom around? Because she's still under hypnosis. She definitely won't do it unless I give her a direct order. And if I openly order her to do something, people will suspect something's wrong with her.

Anyway, after buying everything I needed and getting home, there was only half an hour left until 3 PM.

Chapter One:

My name is Wang Xiaoming, I'm 16 years old, and an ordinary junior high school student.

My mother, Zhao Li, is a stunning beauty, somewhat resembling a young Gigi Lai. Even at 34, she maintains fair and supple skin, a delicate and captivating face, and a curvaceous figure, especially her pair of fair and beautiful legs—those alluring legs are irresistible to men, guaranteeing she'll turn heads wherever she goes.

Compared to my exceptionally beautiful mother, my father is quite ordinary-looking. I've always wondered why such a beautiful mother would fall for such an average-looking father, even dropping out of school at only 18 to marry him and have me.

But that's another story.

My love for my mother is almost fanatical. Even when I masturbate, I would specifically look for photos of beautiful women in cheongsams online and get pleasure from looking at them. Every time I looked at those photos of beautiful women in cheongsams, I would involuntarily imagine my mother looking like her, imagining her wearing a beautiful cheongsam, showing off her fair and sexy legs, and posing seductively in front of me.

All of this started three years ago at a party. My parents were going to a celebration banquet hosted by the senior executives of my father's company. I had just finished my homework that day and came out of my room to see my mother, who was already dressed up. She wore only light makeup, her black hair was tied up high, revealing her fair neck. Of course, what impressed me most was her black cheongsam. The cheongsam is the most distinctive Chinese garment. The soft and comfortable silk woven into its gorgeous design outlines the woman's alluring figure, perfectly expressing the unique Eastern beauty of women. The cuffs and collar of the cheongsam were trimmed with black velvet, exuding a noble temperament. Although the black satin dress almost completely covered my mother's perfect figure, the way it outlined her curves and her inherent elegance made me, a teenager just entering puberty, feel as if she were a fairy descended from heaven. That day, I didn't hear a word my parents said; I absentmindedly went through with their business. After they left, my mind was filled with the image of my mother in her cheongsam. That night, I found pictures of cheongsams online for the first time, masturbated three or four times, and finally felt satisfied enough to take a shower and go to sleep.

From that day on, I was almost always absent-minded, my mother's beautiful and noble image constantly lingering in my mind—that sacred and inviolable image. Until I learned about hypnosis.

After I learned that hypnosis existed, my mind went completely wild. A plan popped into my head: if I hypnotized my mother and controlled her mind, wouldn't I be able to make her wear a cheongsam for me to admire anytime, anywhere? I could even make her dress more sexy and revealing.

Once this idea appeared, it took root and wouldn't leave my mind, so I decided to act on it. I started finding all sorts of excuses to actively ask the school psychologist about hypnosis after school, but I soon discovered that the school psychologist wasn't a professional psychologist at all; he knew absolutely nothing about hypnosis. But I didn't give up. I started spending every week in the library researching psychology and hypnosis techniques.

My parents, seeing how hard I was working, thought I was seriously studying and were very happy. They readily gave me the money I needed to buy online hypnosis courses.

I studied diligently for three years, and now I have a basic understanding of hypnosis. Given a good environment, I'm confident I can bring someone into a deep hypnotic state and change their thoughts.

Once I felt confident in my hypnosis skills, I patiently waited for an opportunity—a chance to be alone with my mother.

And my efforts paid off; that opportunity finally came.

"Honey, remember to call me when you get to Japan and let me know you've arrived safely," Mom said with a smile, standing in the doorway.

"Okay," Dad replied with a smile, hugging Mom and then saying to me, "Xiaoming, it'll just be the two of you at home this week. You can be a little man; you have to take good care of your mom."

"Yes, I will," I answered, suppressing my overwhelming joy. I'll definitely take good care of Mom, don't worry about that, Dad. When you come back, I promise I'll give you a brand new mom.

"Okay, I'm off then."

"Take care on the road."

Dad's going to Japan on a business trip for a week, which means if I use this week well, I can completely change Mom into the person I want her to be. I've been studying hypnosis for three years, and today I can finally put it to use. But what excuse can I use to hypnotize Mom without arousing her suspicion?

"Xiaoming, what do you want to eat tonight?" Just as I was thinking about how to persuade Mom to let me hypnotize her, Mom's gentle voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Um... let's have braised pork. I've been really craving meat lately," I answered absentmindedly.

"Braised pork again? I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I don't really want to eat meat. I feel nauseous whenever I eat it," Mom said, pursing her lips.

While racking my brains for an excuse, a sudden thought struck me—this was the perfect excuse Mom had come up with!

So I quickly said, "Mom, I have a way to make sure you don't feel nauseous eating meat!" "

Huh? What way?" Mom asked, curious.

"Hypnosis," I said mysteriously.

"Hypnosis? That's for kids! Xiaoming's too old to believe in that! How cute!" Mom burst into laughter, affectionately pinching my cheek.

Although Mom's smile was beautiful, the way she looked down on me really annoyed me, so I continued, "Hypnosis isn't some kind of scam; it's a scientific technique that can help people solve all their psychological problems." "

Okay, okay, science, hahaha, Mom won't argue with you anymore. Go do your homework, I'll go make you braised pork." Mom seemed completely unconcerned by what I said, laughing and patting my head.

I immediately panicked. The bait had already been cast; I had to catch this big fish, Mom, no matter what.

"If you really don't believe me, then let me hypnotize you and see. I guarantee you won't feel nauseous about braised pork anymore!" I said. If I can get Mom into a deep hypnotic state, then not only will she not feel nauseous eating braised pork, I guarantee I can make her find even licking my penis incredibly sweet.

"Hmm, okay, but Xiaoming has to finish his homework first. Once you've finished your homework, I'll try it with you." Mom thought for a moment, seemingly not wanting to discourage me too much, and then smiled and agreed.

"Okay."

I'm hooked.

In the following time, I quickly finished today's homework, and then while Mom was cooking, I roughly prepared the things I would need later. First, I opened an MP3 file on my computer. This was the background music I would use to set up the hypnosis atmosphere, and it was also the background music with the best rhythm that I had mastered during my three years of hypnosis practice. Then, I rummaged through my storage box and found a brown, wood-like object with a fuse embedded in it. This was a common aromatherapy product with a calming effect, perfect for helping Mom enter a hypnotic state. Finally, I found a small infrared flashlight, adjusted it to infrared mode, and everything was ready. I roughly arranged the room environment, and I was done. I just waited for Mom to walk into my trap.

"Dinner's ready, Xiaoming," Mom said gently as she walked to my door.

"Hey, why are you drawing the curtains in broad daylight?" Mom noticed my bedroom window was closed and

asked, a little puzzled. "Nothing, Mom, I've finished my homework. Can I try hypnotizing you now?" I laughed it off.

"So fast?" Mom was a little skeptical, raising an eyebrow as she picked up my homework and carefully checked each page.

"How is it?" I asked expectantly.

"Hmm, not bad, just a few minor calculation problems. Remember to correct them later." Mom smiled with satisfaction after reviewing the work.

"Then can I try hypnotizing you now?" I said excitedly.

"What's the rush? Let's eat first." Mom smiled helplessly.

"Oh dear, Mom, isn't hypnosis just to make you feel less nauseous when you eat meat? What's the point of hypnotizing

you after you've finished eating?" I panicked. Seeing my mother about to fall into the trap I'd been woven for three years, I didn't want to wait even a minute longer. "Hmm, that makes sense. Okay, then hurry up." My mother thought about it and, finding my logic sound, agreed.

"Yes!" I jumped up excitedly and quickly turned to grab the aromatherapy diffuser.

Seeing my delighted expression, my mother smiled indulgently. She simply thought her son was imitating a scene from a TV drama for fun, never imagining she was about to step into the trap he'd so meticulously prepared.

I lit the incense and carefully placed it on my desk. My mother looked at the incense I had lit, a little curious, and asked, "What's this?"

"It's... um... something that helps with hypnosis," I explained excitedly.

"Oh, so what do I need to do, Mom?" my mother asked with a smile.

"Well, Mom, sit here," I said, pulling my mother to sit on the chair next to my desk, where she would be closer to the incense and the effect would be better.

"And then? Just sit there?" my mother asked, somewhat amused.

"Also, you just need to follow my instructions, like imagining things according to my descriptions... Ugh, Mom, don't ask so many questions," I said, pouting and pretending to be angry.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you," Mom said, covering her mouth with a laugh. Her crescent-shaped eyes were quite beautiful when she smiled.

I opened the MP3 file that I had just prepared on the computer desktop, and the slow, elegant music immediately filled the entire room.

"Hmm, this music is quite nice. Xiaoming has good taste lately," Mom said teasingly, swaying her head to the rhythm of the music.

"Mom! Be serious, okay!" I said, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Mom quickly apologized, seeing that I seemed genuinely angry.

"And then? Is that all? It's not what I imagined." In this atmosphere, Mom also began to feel comfortable, asking in a lazy tone.

I didn't answer; I was just waiting for the aromatherapy and background music to help Mom's subconscious get into the state. Seeing that I didn't speak, Mom didn't say anything more. Under the effect of the soothing background music and the incense, Mom involuntarily felt a little sleepy, and her body gradually relaxed a lot.

"Mom," I felt the time was about right, so I decided to begin the hypnosis.

"Hmm?" Mom answered lazily.

"Mom, think about what you find most relaxing?" I asked.

"Things that can relax me... Hmm, it seems like there's nothing really relaxing. Does swimming count?" Mom, like a little girl, put her index finger to her lips, thought for a long time, and then said.

"Swimming... swimming counts too." Looking at Mom's adorable appearance, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Then, imagine, Mom, you're at the beach right now. You've just finished swimming, and you feel great. The sea breeze is blowing over you, and the warm sunshine is shining on you. You're very relaxed and comfortable..." I tried to organize my thoughts, slowly guiding Mom.

"Hmm... I can't imagine it at all." Mom frowned and thought for a while, finally shaking her head and smiling apologetically.

"Mom, close your eyes and imagine it carefully." I wasn't alarmed. It's naturally difficult for Mom to imagine that kind of scene with her eyes open, so I changed my approach and continued to guide her.

Seeing that my mother obediently closed her eyes, I continued to guide her, "Mom, imagine this is a beach. Golden sand is beneath your feet, and in the distance, the sea is azure. Listen, the sea breeze is caressing the waves; that's the sound of the sea breeze, that's the sound of the waves, whoosh, whoosh."

As I spoke, I carefully clicked on the second file in the MP3 folder on my computer. The sound of crashing waves immediately began to play, growing louder and closer, as if a captivating beach existed not far from the room.

This is a form of scene-based hypnosis, which can quickly induce a hypnotic state.

"Ah, there really is the sound of waves." A slight smile appeared on Mom's face.

"Yes, Mom, you're on a beach right now. Listen, there are children playing all around you." Just as I finished speaking, the sound of children playing began playing from the third MP3 file I opened.

"Yes, really." Mom's smile widened, but she spoke much less.

I knew this was evidence that Mom was entering a hypnotic state.

"Mom, what a beautiful beach! You'll feel so relaxed here, so very relaxed. Sitting in this deck chair, enjoying the scenery, looking at the azure ocean, you can swim to your heart's content. Looking at the golden sand, you can lie down wherever you want and relax, relax. You feel very comfortable now," I said in a low, deep voice.

"Mmm... relax..." Mom's voice also became much softer, just repeating the word 'relax' that I had emphasized many times.

I carefully lowered Mom's chair, trying to simulate the feeling of a deck chair, and then quietly closed the door. The air conditioner also turned on as I had set.

"Mom, you're very relaxed and comfortable now, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, I feel very comfortable." Mom's voice was almost dreamy.

"Then, do you want to feel even more comfortable, more relaxed? You must really crave this kind of relaxation, right? It's so comfortable, the soft sand, the azure sea, the pleasant sea breeze. You want to feel even more comfortable, more relaxed, right?" I guided her.

"...Yes, I want to be more relaxed." The smile on Mom's face showed the immense happiness she felt at that moment.

"But I can't do it, because you haven't entered a hypnotic state. You can't become more relaxed." My tone revealed regret.

As I expected, a hint of pain appeared on Mom's face, and she murmured, "No... I want to feel more comfortable... I'm in a hypnotic state..."

"No, you're not. Once you're in a hypnotic state, you'll completely obey my commands, but can you do that?" I smiled slightly; Mom was hooked.

"...I can..." Mom answered immediately, and the pain on her face lessened considerably.

"You'll obey any command? Even commands against your will?" I chuckled.

"..." This time, Mom didn't answer. Her brows furrowed, and her eyelids began to tremble slightly, as if she were struggling to wake up.

As expected.

I smiled as I watched my mother's reaction, calmly continuing to guide her, "Don't be nervous, Mom. Relax. Look at that azure sea, how enchanting it is! Look at it, yes, look closely at the sea. You're relaxed, relaxed. Don't be afraid. Just looking at the sea makes you feel comfortable and relaxed, doesn't it?"

With my guidance, my mother's expression gradually returned to calm, the struggle on her face dissipated, and her complexion softened once more.

"Mom, I'm your son, aren't I?" I said.

"...Yes," my mother murmured.

"You love me very much and trust me, don't you?" I continued to guide her.

"...Yes." A smile returned to Mom's face, as if she had thought of something happy.

"Then my orders certainly won't harm you, right? I mean, even if you don't understand some orders, or think they're wrong, there's a reason behind them. I'm ordering you to do them for your own good, understand?" I guided her.

"...Understood." Mom paused slightly before saying.

"So, in order to enter a hypnotic state, and to achieve greater relaxation and comfort, it's not impossible for you to obey all my orders, right?" I smiled.

"...Yes." This time, Mom didn't hesitate and answered immediately.

"So, you will obey any of my orders, right?"

"Yes...I will obey any of your orders," Mom murmured.

"Then, after I count down from five, you will gradually wake up and feel more comfortable and relaxed than ever before. You will no longer hate braised pork; braised pork is so delicious. You will come to like eating meat because this is your son's order, understand?" I said.

"...Yes..." Mom murmured.

After making sure Mom remembered my command, I first turned off the computer audio, then went out and brought back a plate with two pieces of braised pork that Mom had made. I placed it on the desk and began to initiate the hypnosis with Mom: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, wake up."

As I counted down, Mom slowly opened her eyes, then lazily stretched and said contentedly, "Hmm, is the hypnosis over?"

I nodded and said, "Mom, how did it feel?"

"I must say, my Xiaoming hypnosis is pretty good. I feel especially comfortable now, as if I've taken a nap." Mom said, adjusting the chair I had reclined back up.

"Then... Mom, why don't you try this braised pork?" I said, placing the braised pork on the table in front of my mother.

"Hmm, this..." My mother looked at the braised pork in front of her, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, but unable to resist my eager gaze, she picked up her chopsticks, took the smallest piece, and put it into her small mouth.

"My goodness! How come I never thought braised pork was so delicious before!" My mother, who had been somewhat skeptical, suddenly became much rosier after eating the first piece of braised pork. She exclaimed excitedly and immediately stuffed the remaining large piece into her mouth.

"Xiaoming, hypnosis is truly amazing!" My mother, who had completely abandoned any ladylike manners after finishing the large piece of fatty meat, smiled and said without even wiping her mouth.

"There's something even more amazing," I said with a smile.

"What else?" Seeing my mysterious look, my mother's curiosity was piqued again, and she asked.

"Look here, Mom," I said, taking out the flashlight I had prepared earlier and shining it on my mother's forehead.

"Look carefully, look carefully, look carefully. Your eyes are glued to this light."

"Xiaoming... what are you doing?" my mother asked, puzzled.

"Relax, Mom. Look closely at this flashlight. Yes, look at it. Your body is relaxed. Your legs are completely relaxed. Relax. Look at the flashlight. Your body is relaxed. You have no strength left. Relax. Yes, relax. Look at the flashlight. Your hands have no strength. You have no strength at all. Relax."

"Xiaoming... what are you doing..." Mom looked at me with some unease. She felt that something was wrong with her body, but my deep voice kept ringing in her ears like the whisper of a demon. Mom gradually felt that she really couldn't move her body. She seemed to have lost control of her body. Her limbs were as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't move them. Her hands could only hang limply beside the chair.

"Mom, you're relaxed now. Don't be afraid, relax. Imagine that beach, imagine that ocean, yes, that blue ocean. Stare at it, stare at that sea, and you'll feel very comfortable. Don't think about anything. Relax, relax."

Mom started to feel her head throbbing, and it seemed as if a blue coastline really appeared before her eyes. She could even vaguely hear the sound of the sea breeze and waves.

"Sleep, Mom, sleep well on this beach, remember? This beach, this relaxing beach, you want to feel more comfortable, right? Mom, sleep."

Seeing Mom's eyes gradually losing focus, I knew she was ready. So, I put away the flashlight, slowly brought it close to her ear, and said, "Now, sleep!"

After saying that, I gently patted her forehead, and she immediately closed her eyes, her head limply leaning back in the chair.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"You're in a hypnotic state now, right?"

"Yes..."

"Do you remember the conditions for entering a hypnotic state?"

"Yes...to completely obey any command from your son..."

Success!

I was secretly delighted. At this moment, my mother had completely entered a hypnotic state. Now it was up to me to guide her into a deep hypnotic state.

"Mom, do you see that beach? Yes, that blue ocean, how beautiful it is, do you see it?"

"Yes...such a beautiful sea..."

"You really want to go swimming, don't you?" I smiled.

"Yes... I really want to go swimming..."

"Well, Mom, you really want to go swimming, right? But you need to take off your clothes and change into your swimsuit first." I looked at what Mom was wearing at home today. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt and gray jeans. It looked very simple, but it made her look quite youthful and energetic. "Mom, wait here, I'll go get your swimsuit. You really want to go swimming, so how can you do without a swimsuit?"

"Yes..." Mom murmured, a faint look of regret appearing on her usually calm face. She seemed genuinely sad that she couldn't go swimming in the sea.

A little while later, I brought a set of lingerie from my parents' bedroom. Although I could easily convince my mom to go swimming in the sea without wearing anything as part of the hypnosis process, just in case, I still followed common sense and brought her a set of lingerie to use as a swimsuit. After all, this time was different from before; if my mom's subconscious resisted and she woke up, I would be in big trouble.

Of course, while I couldn't admire my mom's naked body indefinitely, I could still enjoy her lingerie show.

"Mom, now you can open your eyes and stand up to change your clothes, but you still need to remain in a hypnotic state, stay on that beautiful beach, understand? You don't want to leave this comfortable beach, do you?" I said. Although I was more than happy to let me change Mom's clothes, it would be troublesome, and I was also afraid that Mom would wake up.

After hearing my command, Mom obediently opened her eyes slowly and stood up. I looked closely, and Mom's eyes were completely dazed and blank in her hypnotic state, like a doll, without any of the lively spirit in Mom's eyes at other times.

But after standing up, Mom didn't continue. Instead, she looked slightly embarrassed. I was a little puzzled, so I asked, "What's wrong? Mom, why aren't you changing your clothes?"

"...My son is watching..." Mom murmured after a long pause, her face flushed.

Right, I almost forgot. No matter what, without my orders, subconsciously Mom still sees me as her son. What mother would strip naked and change clothes in front of her son?

But of course I couldn't miss this rare spectacle, so my eyes lit up and a plan formed in my mind: "Mom, listen, I'm your son, right?"

"...Yes..."

"No, I'm not your son, you're mistaken." I said decisively.

"...I'm mistaken?" A hint of doubt appeared on Mom's face.

"Yes, my apparent identity is indeed your son, you should love me, trust me, and obey my orders, but I have another identity." I looked at the doubt on Mom's face, smiled wickedly, and continued, "My other identity is the owner of this beach. Everything on this beach is under my control, including you, understand?"

"...Owner..." Mom murmured, repeating.

"Yes, you are like my possessions. Anyone who sets foot on this beach must obey my commands, or they will be punished by the sun. Only those who obey my commands can experience unprecedented comfort and relaxation." As I spoke, I picked up the air conditioner remote and set it to warm air.

"...Obey my commands..."

"Mom, you actually disobeyed my command by saying 'you can't change clothes in front of your son,' and didn't obediently change into your swimsuit. Now, I'm going to punish you with the sun! You're surrounded by flames now, it's so hot, you can feel the temperature rising, right? Anyone who disobeys my commands will be punished unless they apologize to me and carry out my orders." I said in a low voice.

The air conditioner continuously blasted hot air onto my mother. Through my guidance, in her subconscious, she felt as if she were surrounded by a fiery hell.

"No...no..." Fear flickered in my mother's eyes, her face contorted in pain, and she pleaded incessantly. My suggestion seemed to have a similar effect; her fair skin flushed pink, and sweat began to appear, first fine beads, then more and more, until finally she was drenched in sweat as if she had just engaged in strenuous exercise.

"Mom, it hurts, doesn't it?" I watched my mother's reaction with satisfaction.

"No...please..." Mom said in anguish.

"The fire is so big, it's so hot, why don't you take off your clothes? Wouldn't it be much cooler if you took off your clothes?" I whispered

, trying to persuade her. "Hot...so hot..." Mom kept muttering as if in a dream. Finally, she pursed her lips and slowly took off her top from the bottom up, revealing her white bra underneath.

I carefully examined my mother's bra. The old-fashioned, pure white bra looked quite innocent. It seemed that all of my mother's underwear was this conservative. I looked helplessly at the black bra I had just taken from my mother's bedroom. This was probably the most revealing bra in my mother's collection—a lace bra.

It seemed I would have to teach my mother some things about bras from now on. I thought mischievously.

"Just taking off your shirt won't make you feel cool. You'll only feel a little cool if you take off all your clothes. Of course, if you apologize to me and promise to obey my orders, then I can put away the flames and make you feel comfortable." I was a little annoyed when I saw that my mother stopped moving after taking off her shirt.

"...No..." My mother shook her head in pain.

"Look, Mom, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, it's about to burn you. Think of your son and husband. If you burn to death, how heartbroken your son and husband will be. Maybe your family will commit suicide too. Is it worth burning to death for this cheap dignity? Think of your beloved family, Mom." I whispered in my mother's ear.

Sure enough, after hearing me mention Dad and me, Mom's expression stiffened for a moment. Then she bit her lower lip, slowly bent down, and took off her jeans, revealing white underwear that matched her bra. Then she reached for her bra and took off her underwear. And so, my mother's beautiful, alluring, and coveted white body was laid bare before my eyes. Her shapely breasts had pink nipples, and she didn't look like a mother who had already given birth. Her mysterious triangle below had only sparse downy hair, offering little concealment; the fleshy cleft hidden within was clearly visible.

What a perfect body!

I couldn't help but admire it in my heart, and even felt an irresistible urge to play with my mother's body right now. However, when I thought of my future plans, I immediately restrained myself. If I took my mother's body right then and there, my plan would be ruined, and my mother might wake up immediately and sever ties with me.

"Very good, Mom. Look, you're completely naked. You have no dignity left. I'm satisfied. Now, I order you to apologize to me, and then I will make you feel incredibly comfortable." I said in my deep voice again.

"...I...I'm sorry..." Mom said, her face flushed.

"Sorry for what? You should say, 'Master, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders. From now on, as long as I, Zhao Li, am on this beach, I will completely obey your orders.' Understand?" I said somewhat dissatisfyingly.

"...Master...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disobeyed your orders...From now on...as long as I, Zhao Li, am on this beach, I will completely obey your orders..." Mom hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.

"Good, that's enough. Now you'll feel the most comfortable." I raised my hand and switched the air conditioner from warm to cool. The cool breeze blew onto my mother's naked body, immediately eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. Because of my suggestion, my mother's body was enveloped in amplified pleasure. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes were glazed, and her red lips were slightly parted, a trickle of moisture slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Now, my mother should completely see me as the owner of the beach in her imagination, or rather, in her subconscious, I am the god of this beach.

"Excuse me... can I wear my swimsuit now...?" My mother's dreamy voice interrupted me as I was thinking.

I nodded and handed her the black lace bra.

My mother slowly put on the black lace bra, and her already fair skin appeared even fairer with the pure black lace bra. Her originally innocent temperament became incredibly sexy and charming.

"Now, Mom, I'm going to take you to our Happy Room. Once we're there, you'll feel happy and comfortable." As I spoke, I led my mother around the room a few times, then walked to my bed and said, "Mom, do you see this bed?"

"...Yes...I see it..." my mother murmured.

"This is the Happy Bed. It can help you enter a deeper level of hypnosis, and hypnosis will bring you happiness and comfort. Now, do you want to feel comfortable?" I asked.

"Yes...I want to feel comfortable..." my mother said unconsciously.

"Then, now, I allow you to lie down on the bed." As I spoke, I helped my mother slowly lie down on the bed.

"As I count, your consciousness will become increasingly subdued, your thoughts will become increasingly sluggish. You will try to think, but you will be unable to think about anything at all. You can only follow my voice and obey my commands. Sleep, sleep, obey my commands. No matter what I ask, you will answer me without reservation. Sleep, sleep."

Under my guidance, Mom's face became increasingly calm, her eyelids drooped slightly, and the dullness in her eyes became more and more obvious. As I counted, Mom's breathing became more and more even.

"Then, please tell me your name." I began to ask questions according to the usual hypnosis routine. Of course, this step was only to maintain Mom's obedience to my hypnosis.

"…Zhao Li…"

"How old are you this year?"

"…34…"

"Who is your husband?"

"…Wang Jie…"

"Who am I?"

"…My son…the owner of this beach…"

"Have you ever had sex?" I asked excitedly.

"…Yes…

" "How many times?

" "…Twice…"

What? Twice?!

Although I thought my mother was the conservative type, I didn't expect her to be this conservative.

"Did you only have sex with Dad?"

"No…and also…my cousin…"

My mother's answer shocked me again. My mother's cousin? Isn't that my uncle? My mother actually had sex with my uncle? No, that's not right. How could someone as innocent as Mom have slept with my uncle? There must be some misunderstanding.

"What happened between you and your cousin?" My tone unconsciously became stern, but I couldn't care less at that moment; this was just too hard for me to accept.

"...It happened during Chinese New Year this year...I got drunk...and he raped me..." Because of the hypnosis, Mom spoke calmly, as if she were an uninvolved bystander revealing her wounds to her son.

So she was drugged and raped.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew it! I noticed my uncle acting suspiciously during Chinese New Year; so that's what he was up to. Of course, I'm not saying it's a good thing that Mom was drugged and raped. I'm just afraid that if Mom actively seduced my uncle, her image in my eyes would plummet.

However, the thought of Mom being ridden on the bed by her cousin, moaning lewdly, suddenly made me a little excited.

"And then? What were you thinking at the time?" I asked, suddenly curious.

"...I felt dirty...I couldn't accept it..." Mom answered after a moment's thought.

"Did you tell Dad about this?" I asked, frowning.

"...No..."

"Then what did you do afterward? Didn't you use contraception?" I thought for a moment and asked again.

"...I took birth control pills for a month...and didn't get pregnant..." Mom said.

I looked at my mother, sprawled on the bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, like a doll without electricity. Suddenly, a wicked thought surfaced in my mind.

"So, Mom, when Uncle raped you, were you conscious?" I asked.

"...Yes...I just didn't have any strength...but I was conscious..." my mother murmured dreamily.

"Then, did it feel good when Uncle was fucking you?"

"...Good..."

"Have you ever missed that feeling of pleasure? You have to tell me the truth," I commanded.

"...I've thought about it...when your dad isn't home...I often miss that feeling..."

For some reason, my mother's answer pierced a part of my heart with a sharp pain, but it also made me somewhat happy.

It's because this kind of mother gives me something to play with.

"Listen, Mom, I've activated the magic of this Pleasure Bed. It will make you hear 'the lewd married woman Zhao Li' and then forget everything that happened during your hypnosis. You'll immediately wake up and revert to the consciousness of the day your cousin raped you during the Lunar New Year. You'll see me as your cousin and my room as the room you were in when you were raped that day. Your body will become incredibly sensitive, and you'll lose all strength to resist. After your first orgasm, you'll become incredibly lewd, trying to seduce me to continue having sex with you until I say 'the blue beach,' then you'll return to the hypnotic state. Understand?"

"'Adulterous married woman Zhao Li'...return to former consciousness...sensitivity...seduce...'Blue beach'...understood..."

After my mother murmured and repeated my commands several times, I confirmed that I had done it correctly. Then I ran to my mother's bedroom and, based on my memory, found the clothes she wore for the New Year's Day that day: a thick red chiffon dress, paired with black pantyhose and black high heels. Although the clothes looked a bit too thick to wear now, I had no choice but to make my mother wear them to restore the original look, and then I turned the air conditioning down to the lowest setting.

As for me, I believed that my uncle, that scumbag, was definitely not wearing anything when he raped my mother, so I simply took off all my clothes, releasing my long-awaited second brother.

After Mom finished dressing, I ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed. Everything was ready, and I said to her, "Adulterous married woman Zhao Li."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mom's eyes gradually regained their clarity, and her usual liveliness returned. However, there was a hint of confusion on her face. She looked around and then saw me, followed by a scream: "Brother! What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"

It seemed that Mom was already in character.

I chuckled and went over to stroke my mother's face, saying, "What's wrong, Xiaoli? What am I doing?"

"You... what do you want to do?" My mother's face flushed pink, and her body trembled slightly. Of course, I didn't think her trembling was entirely out of fear. Because of the hypnotic command I had given her, she was probably having a slight physiological reaction to my touching her face.

"Xiaoli, you're so beautiful," I said, trying to imitate my uncle's tone, while my hands kept touching my mother's face, occasionally kneading her earlobes, and sometimes gently lifting her chin.

"Brother... I'm your sister... please don't do this..." Mom was almost crying. She wanted to run away, but for some reason, her legs wouldn't move at all, or rather, her whole body seemed to have no strength and she couldn't move.

"Hahaha, I love hearing you call me brother. You'd better shout it out loud, Xiao Li, especially when I'm fucking you." I have to say, it felt really good to be called brother by my mother. A strange feeling spread through my heart, arousing my animalistic desires.

I couldn't care less. I immediately pounced on my mother on the bed, one hand forcefully kneading her breasts, the other hand lifting her skirt and forcefully touching her private parts.

"Ah...no! Brother! No..." Mom tried to resist, trying to push me away, but she was completely powerless. Her resistance only made her seem like a spoiled child, further arousing my lust.

I forcefully silenced her cries with a kiss, sucking hard on her sweet nectar. I couldn't help but bite down hard on her soft lips, my tongue entwining with hers. This French kiss lasted for several minutes until I felt a little breathless, and I reluctantly released her lips. My teeth marks were imprinted on her lips, with faint traces of blood. It seemed I had bitten her too hard and accidentally broken the skin.

My mother was panting heavily, her head thrown back. Without a moment's rest, I roughly ripped open the collar of her clothes, pulling it down to below her breasts, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts encased in her black bra.

Seeing these breasts, I was instantly seized by a playful urge. A warm feeling welled up inside me as I remembered how I used to rely on these very breasts to get by as a child. I pulled on the black bra like a slingshot, then released it, watching it snap against my mother's chest with a "snap," causing it to ripple.

"No…no…brother…please…let me go, I can pretend nothing happened…" My mother paused for a moment, regaining some strength, her voice hoarse and trembling with sobs.

"Let you go? Sure, as long as you agree to my conditions." I said, playing with my mother's breasts and tugging at her black bra, watching it bounce against her white breasts.

"I agree! I'll give you any amount of money..." my mother hurriedly said upon hearing my words. My uncle wasn't well-off and often asked my mother for money, so she assumed that this "cousin" I was pretending to be also wanted money.

"Money? No, no, no, I don't want money. My conditions are simple: you sleep with me for one night and let me have my way with you." I said with an evil smile.

"You! You're dreaming!" Mother closed her eyes in despair. This was the first time she had ever experienced such humiliation. Years of strict upbringing had instilled in her a profound sense of common sense that she simply couldn't accept this.

I snorted coldly, saying nothing, but forcefully ripped open Mother's black bra and began sucking hard on her pink nipples, occasionally biting them with my teeth. Under my teasing and the hypnotic command, Mother quickly had a physiological response; her fair skin flushed, and her pink nipples gradually hardened.

"Mmm...ah..." Under such teasing, even though Mother tried to hold back, she couldn't help but let out moans.

"Haha, little Li, you're such a shameless slut. You say no, but your body is all talk. I've only licked you a few times, and you're already reacting, hahaha." Seeing my mother's reaction, I became even more smug and continued to provoke her with lewd words.

"You...you're talking nonsense...I didn't...ah...no..." My mother struggled to speak, her moans coming in short, broken sentences.

"Oh? Is that so? Then how do you explain the fluid flowing from down there?" I said, forcefully slapping my mother's private parts, where her pantyhose were already soaked with the love fluid flowing from her vulva.

My mother didn't speak, biting her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans. Seeing her like this, I smiled slightly and continued licking her breasts, while simultaneously using my hand to repeatedly pry open her vulva through her pantyhose.

"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Finally, under my double teasing, my mother couldn't help but cry out.

"What a slut," I said, releasing her breasts and taking scissors from the table.

Seeing me release her breasts, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, thinking this shameful and humiliating ordeal was about to end, but soon she felt a cool sensation in her lower body.

"What are you doing!" Seemingly sensing my intention, Mom struggled to lift her head and cried out in a coquettish voice.

"Nothing much, just helping your little slut's little hole get some relief," I said casually, my hands moving without pause. I quickly cut a slit in Mom's pantyhose with the scissors, then threw the scissors away and forcefully ripped open the hole.

*Rip!* Mom's pantyhose was immediately ripped open, revealing her black panties, already soaked with her love juice.

"No…" Mom shook her head in despair, tears streaming down her face. She tried to push me away, but to no avail.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're all soaking wet. I didn't expect you to be this wet after just a few strokes. What a slutty bitch, Little Li. Are you always this wet?" I said with a laugh, poking at my mother's vulva through her panties with my finger.

"No...no..." My mother was almost on the verge of collapse, only able to repeat herself over and over.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely be calling me 'husband' in a bit." Seeing my mother like this, I knew I couldn't play with her anymore. This was only the first time I hypnotized her, and it wasn't very reliable yet. If I ruined my thing and she had a mental breakdown, that would be a real problem.

As I spoke, I picked up the scissors again and roughly cut open my mother's panties, revealing a vulva that was now like a water curtain. Sparse pubic hair was soaked and stuck together, and the pink vulva opened and closed repeatedly, as if breathing. With each opening and closing, a little bit of vaginal fluid would flow out.

"Little Li, this is where you gave birth to Xiaoming," I said, while inserting my fingers and fiddling with it.

"Xiaoming... don't tell Xiaoming... don't..." My mother seemed to realize something and said in a panic.

It seemed that my mother was afraid that her image in my eyes would be greatly diminished. But what you don't know is that the one who is about to fuck you is me, Wang Xiaoming himself.

I chuckled inwardly, but couldn't let my guard down, so I continued teasingly, "Sure, but it depends on how you behave. Otherwise, I might just film a video of you and send it to Xiaoming and your husband. How about we title it 'Mother's Secret'?"

"No...no...ah...what do you want me to do?" Mom closed her eyes in despair, knowing that now she had no choice but to cooperate with her cousin (me).

"I've already said, as long as you sleep with me for one night and I have my way with you, we'll be fine afterwards. This is a secret between you and me," I said with a wicked grin.

"I'm your sister..." Mom, still unable to accept it, tried one last time to appeal to my conscience.

"You little bitch, you talk too much nonsense." I chuckled, and without a word, lifted my mother's beautiful legs. Ignoring her resistance, I aimed my penis and thrust it in forcefully, the entire length disappearing into her vagina.

"Ah..." The moment my penis entered my mother's vagina, she involuntarily cried out, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fair skin flushed, and fine beads of sweat made her body look crystal clear.

It seems the hypnotic command I gave my mother was too strong; she orgasmed just from penetration.

"What a little slut, so pretty and so wanton. You'd be perfect as a prostitute; lots of people would patronize you." I excitedly insulted my mother while laboriously thrusting my penis in and out.

I must say, my mother's vagina was incredibly tight, unlike what one would expect from a mother who had given birth. The moment my penis entered, the inner walls of her vagina gripped it tightly, like a greedy mouth sucking at it. If I hadn't had good self-control, I would have ejaculated into her womb almost immediately.

Is this where I came from? It feels so good.

I thought to myself as I thrust.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Mom kept moaning, the intense pleasure keeping her almost constantly in a state of orgasm, squirting continuously. With each thrust of my penis, a lot of love juice was brought out, and with each thrust, I could feel a jet of water spraying onto my glans.

"Ah...so good...ahhh...um...ah..." Because of my hypnotic commands, after the first orgasm, Mom had completely let go, becoming as wanton as a real prostitute. Her beautiful legs even instinctively wrapped around my waist, and her vagina gripped my penis even tighter, greedily sucking it in.

"Xiao Li, do you prefer me to call you a bitch or a slut, or should I call you a good little sister?" I asked while fucking Mom's wet vagina.

"Ah... um... as long as you... ah... you like... call me whatever... ah... um... call me whatever... ah ah ah... anything... ah ah ah..." Under the influence of hypnotic commands and intense pleasure, Mom had long since abandoned thinking, as well as dignity and morality, completely sinking into endless pleasure.

"Hahahaha, from now on you have to call yourself a little bitch and make me call you good brother, understand? Otherwise I won't fuck you anymore." Saying that, I stopped thrusting, pulled out my penis, and gently pressed it against the outside of Mom's vagina.

"Ah...no...don't stop...I...ah...haa...I'll listen to you...haa...good brother...don't stop...ah...this little bitch wants it...haa..." After I pulled out my penis, a sense of emptiness instantly filled my mother's heart. Stimulated by the emptiness and the intense pleasure lingering from before, my mother immediately lost her mind. With a sob in her voice and gasps, she pleaded with me with difficulty, while constantly swaying her waist, trying to make my penis push back into her vagina.

"No, I want to hear you say, 'Good brother, hurry up and use your penis to fuck this little bitch's slutty cunt hard,'" I said with a wicked smile.

"I...I said...ah...good brother...ha...ah...hurry up and use your...your cock...ah...fuck me hard...ah...ha...you little bitch, you slutty...ah...slutty rotten hole...ah..." Stimulated by pleasure, Mom had long since abandoned her dignity and obediently uttered these despicable words.

"Hahahaha, I knew you would be a great whore." I patted Mom's white and tender buttocks with satisfaction, and my cock once again forcefully thrust into Mom's hole. Because it was too forceful, I even felt that this time it directly hit Mom's cervix.

"Ahhhhhh..." The intense pleasure caused Mom to climax again uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, her whole body flushed pink, and the gushing love juice had already soaked most of my sheets.

"Coming!" I growled.

After thrusting for several tens of minutes, I finally couldn't hold on any longer. My body shuddered, and my ejaculation was unleashed. A stream of hot fluid forcefully spurted into Mom's vagina. I held Mom, who had already lost consciousness, tightly, pressing my penis against her vaginal opening, ensuring that not a single drop of semen was wasted, but all of it shot into Mom's uterus.

The ejaculation lasted for several minutes before stopping. After confirming there was no residue, I reluctantly pulled my penis out. As it left, a stream of milky-white fluid flowed out, some spraying onto my mother's inner thighs, and some onto the floor.

I must say, this simulation of my uncle raping my mother gave me a strange pleasure—a beastly, brutal, and wild lust.

Looking at my mother lying on the bed, I couldn't help but chuckle wickedly. I took out my phone and started snapping all sorts of pictures of her, especially her vagina, still covered in the milky-white fluid; I took several close-up shots.

After doing all that, I put away my phone, then slapped my mother a few times, yelling, "You little bitch, get up! It's your turn to do your work."

After the slaps, my mother groggily opened her eyes, looking at me with a confused expression, then at herself, before remembering what had just happened. Her face flushed red, her eyes filled with shame. She couldn't believe that her previous filthy and lewd behavior was real.

"...You...what do you want to do?" my mother said weakly.

"Clean me up, with your mouth," I said, pointing to my penis.

"You're dreaming!" my mother shouted angrily.

"You're not going to clean up after you've had your fun? Looks like I'll have to go out and explain to my relatives." I chuckled, then whispered in my mother's ear, "They're sleeping in the next room."

This was true, because in my memory, after dinner that day, my mother went to my cousin's room to rest. My cousin and we were originally resting in the next room, but he sneakily said he was going to the bathroom (of course, now it seems he took advantage of my mother being drunk to do something bad, but we were indeed sleeping in the next room at the time).

"You!" My mother pointed at me in embarrassment, wanting to say something, but she didn't have the strength to speak. It seemed Mom was extremely disappointed in her own performance, so she felt she had no right to criticize me anymore.

After a long silence, Mom laboriously dragged herself to her feet, slowly got out of bed, knelt before me, and clumsily took my penis into her mouth, sucking it somewhat awkwardly.

"That's a good girl, isn't it nice to be a little bitch like this?" I happily patted Mom's head.

My mother's mouth was stuffed full of my penis. She didn't say a word, only tears streamed down her cheeks, some dripping onto my penis. The scalding tears made me dizzy. Seeing my mother's shameful and pitiful appearance, my heart was filled with mixed feelings. I suddenly felt that what I was doing was inhuman, but I also felt a strange sense of conquering pleasure.

"Blue beach," I said helplessly, uttering the hypnotic command. Under this torment of conscience, I really had no desire to continue playing with my mother.

As soon as I finished speaking, my mother stopped, but remained in the same position, calling out my penis. I gently lifted my mother's face, letting her spit out my penis. Looking at her now calm face and her dazed, confused eyes,

I gently brushed away the few strands of sweat clinging to her cheeks. Looking into her eyes, I asked, "Mom, how did you feel just now?"

"...Very scared...but...very comfortable..." my mother murmured dreamily.

"You will remember this feeling, forever, understand?" I said with a smile.

"...Yes...I will remember..." my mother murmured repeatedly.

I thought about it for a moment, but then felt it wasn't enough, so I continued to command my mother: "Starting today, you will relive the feeling of being raped in your dreams every night, and each time it will feel better than the last. Although you will feel that this is immoral, that you are letting your father down, that you are dirty and lewd, but you will also think that way, and the more intense the pleasure will be, understand?"

"...Dreaming of being raped...immoral...lewd...the more intense...understand..." My mother repeated my words intermittently.

After confirming that my mother understood, I looked at her dress, whose neckline I had torn, and continued, "In a moment, you'll first clean up the semen on the floor. Of course, you'll have to lick it with your tongue and eat it all. Then, after washing the sheets and cleaning yourself, you'll count to ten and wake up from the hypnosis. You won't care about the changes on your body or the damage to your clothes. You'll come up with some reasonable excuses to accept the damage and throw them away as if you never bought them. Then, I'll sleep with you tonight in your and Dad's bedroom. You won't find it strange because it's normal for a son to sleep in the same bed as his mother, understand?"

"...Lick with your tongue...clean...forget...don't mind...understand..." Mom murmured in response.

"After you wake up from the hypnosis, you won't remember being hypnotized by me a second time. You'll only remember that after the first hypnosis, you changed your habit of not liking to eat meat. At the same time, you'll completely forget what happened during the hypnosis, but you'll firmly remember the commands I gave you in your subconscious. And for the time you missed during the hypnosis, you'll need to come up with a reasonable excuse to make yourself accept it, understand?" "

...Forget being hypnotized...a reasonable excuse...understand..."

"Alright, now start carrying out my commands." I looked at the time and felt that I had played enough today. I played from around noon until four in the afternoon, and I was a little tired.

Watching my mother, her eyes glazed over, silently licking the mixture of my semen and her own vaginal fluid from the floor like a female dog, I felt reassured that there wasn't a major problem and left the room with a satisfied heart. I couldn't sleep in my room until she cleaned up the fluid, and even then, I wouldn't sleep there again.

I pushed open the door to my parents' bedroom, looking at the large room with a contented smile. From now on, this room would be mine and my mother's. Three years of planning and scheming had finally come to fruition.

Looking at my parents' wedding photo hanging on the bed, their radiant smiles seemed to encourage me and wish me success soon. Chapter Two

: Hypnosis. Hypnosis, as it's called, is not some fictional witchcraft, but a scientific technique discovered by medieval European psychiatrists that allows access to the human subconscious. It's generally used to alter a person's subconscious to achieve therapeutic effects. However, most hypnosis only affects the surface of thought and doesn't change a person's mind. Only a small number of people who are brought into deep hypnosis gradually have their thoughts altered, leading to irrational behavior. At the time, most people didn't understand this and couldn't explain these behaviors, thus categorizing hypnosis as witchcraft.

As for how hypnosis alters a person's thoughts—for example, easily making someone forget something or adding a non-existent memory—these aren't some mystical feats; they have a scientific basis.

For instance, when someone is ordered to forget something, their subconscious remembers it. It's just that the hypnotist implanted the command to forget, so they deliberately avoid thinking about it, or, just as they're about to remember, their subconscious takes them to another memory. Simply put, to make a hypnotized person forget a memory, you must first make them remember it.

When I woke up, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar yet very familiar ceiling and room layout, I couldn't help but smile, filled with a sense of smugness.

This bedroom is the place I've longed for day and night for years. Countless times, while masturbating, I've fantasized about conquering my mother and then sleeping freely on this large bed, embracing my submissive mother as I drift off to sleep.

Now, it's all become a reality.

There's no trace of my mother beside me, only her slightly slumped pillow and a faint fragrance.

Yesterday, I was so tired from playing with my mother that I slept from the afternoon until evening. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, but found it was already past eleven, so I didn't plan to do anything more and just held my sleeping mother and continued sleeping until this morning. I glanced at my watch; it was six in the morning. The thought of having to go to school today made me feel a pang of frustration. Although I wanted to just tell Mom to ask for leave, I remembered I'd left some things at school, so I decided to collect them and then ask Mom to ask for leave.

After all, I only have seven days. Today is Dad's first day away on a business trip, and I only have six days left to "reform" Mom. Time is precious, and I can't waste it.

I got up, dressed, and walked out of my room. I saw my mother standing with her back to me, leaning against the window, making a phone call. Today, she had her smooth, flowing hair loosely draped over her shoulders, wearing a pink nightgown with a sheer white overlay and lace trim at the hem. The glimpse of her fair legs and slender waist, encased in the nightgown, was breathtaking.

After a long while, my mother hung up the phone, turned around, and saw me standing behind her. Her expression was slightly awkward at first, but then she smiled and said, "Good morning, Xiaoming. You're finally up! I thought you were sleeping too comfortably with your mother and didn't want to get up."

"Hmm, it was comfortable, but not too bad. I was just a little tired yesterday. What's wrong, Mom? Who called just now? Was it Dad?" I asked, curious about my mother's reaction earlier, trying to brush it off.

"No, it was a friend of yours. It's nothing, just calling to say hello." My mother's eyes were clearly evasive, but she forced a calm smile.

I frowned. My mother was obviously hiding something from me, which I didn't like. In the past, I would have just suppressed my curiosity and guessed, but things were different now. I naturally had ways to get my mother to tell me.

"Mom, the blue beach."

The moment I uttered the hypnotic command, Mom's eyes lost their liveliness, becoming dull and lifeless. Her face became calm, and her body remained motionless in the same position, like a delicate doll.

Looking at Mom's beautiful appearance at this moment, a surge of lust rushed to my heart. I stepped forward, lifted Mom's chin, and kissed her fiercely. My tongue ruthlessly pried open Mom's pearly teeth, carefully savoring Mom's saliva and fragrant tongue. My hands were not idle either. Instead, I pulled open the collar of Mom's nightgown and reached inside to wantonly knead Mom's snow-white breasts.

After toying with my mother for a while, I finally felt a little satisfied. Not wanting to waste any more time, I reluctantly let go of her. Her clothes were disheveled; her pink nightgown was mostly pulled open, revealing her fair body and alluring, pink shoulders. The white bra that had covered her breasts was now pulled down below her chest, exposing her snow-white breasts.

What an enticing sight! Bathed in the backlight of the morning sun, my mother looked like a work of art, a beautiful woman in a perfect painting.

"Mom, can you hear me?" I asked, suppressing my lust.

"...Yes...I can hear you..." my mother said calmly.

"Listen, Mom, I expect that from now on, even when you're sober, you'll answer my questions honestly. I need you to tell me anything I want to know, even your private matters, because I'm the owner of this beach, and you shouldn't have any secrets from me. If I want to know, and I ask, you should tell me everything, understand?" "

...Understood..."

"Then, who called you just now?"

"...Luo Hui..."

Hearing this name, I frowned slightly. I knew Luo Hui; she was a friend of my mother's, four years her senior. However, I hadn't had a good impression of her since childhood. Whenever she visited, she would take some of my toys to give to her daughter. And as I grew up, she would constantly ask my mother to eat with her—of course, my mother always paid. I remember my mother saying that Luo Hui and my mother shared a delivery room and became close friends afterward, staying in touch frequently.

But in my eyes, Luo Hui was just a money-grubbing opportunist. Because my mother, a year after giving birth to me, got into a good university with excellent grades, and after that, Luo Hui almost never contacted my mother (I only learned about these past events later when my mother was brainwashed through hypnosis, so I won't go into details). It wasn't until she heard that my father had become a senior executive in the biggest company in our area that she started coming to our house every day.

Of course, no matter how much I think she is a wicked and opportunistic person, I have to admit that Luo Hui has some assets. She is quite pretty, and when she came to our house before, she kept bragging to my mother that she was a star performer in the city's dance troupe when she was young.

"What did she want on the phone?" I continued to ask. After all, Luo Hui wasn't some student-teacher; why would she call at six in the morning just to say hello to my mother?

"...She said her online store needs investment...and she wants me to invest 100,000 yuan..."

"100,000 yuan?" I exclaimed in surprise. 100,000 yuan? That's no small amount. With Luo Hui's character, giving her 100,000 yuan would be like throwing money down the drain.

"And then? You agreed? You agreed to lend her 100,000 yuan?" I asked hurriedly.

"...Yes...she said she'd come to see me this afternoon..." My mother nodded and said.

I couldn't help but feel helpless. My mother was just too kind, to the point that she didn't know how to refuse other people's requests. I was really worried about what would happen if Luo Hui or even my cousin took advantage of this weakness and manipulated her.

Although I was currently manipulating my mother, I was still her son and wouldn't lie to her to do anything that would harm her interests...probably.

"What time in the afternoon?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"...3 o'clock..."

"Is she alone? Where's her husband?"

"...Yes...she's alone..." my mother answered obediently.

I had originally planned to directly order my mother to refuse Luo Hui's request, but then something suddenly occurred to me, and an evil plan surfaced in my mind. Since Luo Hui is coming alone, I can use hypnosis on her without any scruples. This means I'll soon have another slave of my own. I can even take her daughter, whom I thought was pretty when she was little, into my possession.

Thinking about it this way, having Luo Hui come to our house doesn't seem so bad.

"Alright, Mom, listen, when Luo Hui comes this afternoon, you'll immediately enter a hypnotic state the moment you open the door, but you can't show it. Even though you're hypnotized, your behavior will be the same as usual. You can't let her know you're hypnotized, understand?" I gave my mother's subconscious command with a wicked grin.

"...Yes...the moment the door opens...enter hypnosis...behave normally..." Mom repeated my command in a sleep-like voice. After confirming that Mom remembered correctly, I nodded in satisfaction and continued, "After entering the hypnotic state, you will light the incense I gave you for a while, and then try to chat with her to prolong the time. When you feel that she is a little sleepy and her consciousness is fading, you will go back to the bedroom and wait for my command, understand?"

"...Light the incense...chat...wait for your command...understand..."

After Mom repeated herself, I breathed a sigh of relief to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Then I said, "So, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up from the hypnosis, but you'll forget everything that happened while I was hypnotizing you. You'll only remember the commands I gave you, understand?"

"Snap!"

After I snapped my fingers, Mom's eyes slowly cleared, and she looked at me with a confused expression, as if she wanted to say something. But before she could speak, she looked down and saw her breasts completely exposed to the air.

"Ah! Xiaoming, don't look! Turn around!" Mom exclaimed.

Damn it, I forgot about that. I forgot to give Mom the order to "ignore the changes in her body." Mom is almost half-naked now, and according to her traditional values, exposing herself like this in front of her son is naturally shameful.

"Blue Beach!" I had to stop Mom before things got any worse.

As soon as I finished speaking, Mom, who had been screaming and trying to cover her chest, immediately fell silent, like an emotionless doll.

I had originally intended to tell my mother to tidy her clothes and forget everything, just like yesterday, but a sudden inspiration struck me to play a little prank on her. So I said, "Mom, you just exposed your breasts in front of your son. How do you feel?"

"...Ashamed..." my mother replied calmly.

"No, you shouldn't feel ashamed. I am your son, your closest person. I saw your body; you shouldn't feel ashamed. You should feel happy. Being appreciated by your son should be the happiest thing for a mother, understand?"

"...No..." A struggle crossed Mom's face.

I couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. It seemed my hypnosis of Mom wasn't deep enough; I hadn't completely controlled her subconscious. So when I gave her such an unethical command, her moral compass still reminded her subconscious, "What your son said is wrong."

It seemed I'd have to find time to specifically address Mom's moral issues.

But right now, the most urgent thing was to prevent Mom from waking up.

"Relax, Mom, relax. Forget what I just said, relax. You're safe now, don't be afraid." I guided my mother, and only when the struggle on her face gradually faded and she returned to calm did I breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking for a while, I smiled slightly. Since that's the case, why not just temporarily bypass my mother's moral compass when giving orders? So I continued, "Mom, listen, you love following fashion trends, right?" "

...Yes..."

"Making yourself look beautiful by following fashion trends is your biggest hobby, isn't it?"

"...Yes..."

"Imagine those fashionable, beautiful women, dressing themselves up like princesses in the most stylish ways. You want to be as beautiful as a princess, right, Mom?" I continued to guide her.

"...Yes...I want to be as beautiful as a princess..." It seemed that under my guidance, Mom had already envisioned herself wearing gorgeous, fashionable clothes and looking as beautiful as a princess, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on her face.

"And it's perfectly acceptable for fashionable clothes to be a little revealing sometimes, isn't it? Because it's fashionable, so for example, a woman wearing a bikini at the beach and letting strangers look at her won't feel there's a problem. On the contrary, she'll be considered a beauty by strangers, right?"

"...Yes..." Mom's smile widened, as if she was imagining herself wearing a swimsuit, showing off her amazing figure and being judged by others.

"So, the way I'm dressing you is actually the most popular home wear right now. You don't need to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed in front of your son. On the contrary, you should boldly ask your son for tips on women's dressing, because I am the best fashion master. The dressing tips I teach you are definitely the most popular right now. Even if it requires you to show some skin, you should accept it gladly, right? Of course, as long as there are outsiders, you should still dress as usual, unless I teach you new fashion styles, understand?"

"...Yes...ask your son for advice..." A hint of pride shone on the mother's face, it seemed that she had accepted the implication that I was a 'fashion master'.

Seeing how readily my twisted logic went, I smiled with satisfaction. I glanced at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. This whole ordeal had already taken over twenty minutes.

It seemed that if I didn't get my mother to abandon her original moral compass, giving her orders would be much more difficult in the future.

"So, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up from the hypnosis, forget about being hypnotized, but remember the orders I give you and carry them out faithfully, understand?"

*Snap!*

As I snapped my fingers, my mother's eyes regained their liveliness. She looked at me, then smiled charmingly and said, "Xiaoming, do you think Mom looks good dressed like this?"

The hypnotic command had taken effect. I was secretly delighted. At this moment, my mother no longer felt there was anything wrong with being so revealing, and even proudly puffed out her breasts, causing her already ineffective robe to slide down a little further.

"Of course it looks good! My mom looks good in anything, it's just that this way of dressing is a bit off."

My mother was initially very happy to hear my praise, but when she heard the second half of my sentence, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with it? Although I also think it's a little strange."

Of course she would think it was strange, after all, subconsciously, such revealing behavior is extremely immoral. But of course I couldn't say these things aloud. I could only suppress my laughter and pretend to be serious, saying, "Because Mom's neckline isn't low enough. The normal way to dress is to boldly expose your chest, shoulders, and back."

As I spoke, I stepped forward and helped Mom fully open her robe, like an ancient person dressing, leaving the neckline wide open and draped over her elbows, completely exposing her chest and back.

While I was doing this, although Mom's eyes flickered with struggle and she seemed somewhat at a loss, she ultimately didn't stop me. She simply felt that I was trying to make her more beautiful, teaching her fashionable attire for home.

"Um...and then? Is this what it means to be properly dressed?" Mom asked timidly.

After I completely exposed Mom's breasts to the air, she watched me scrutinize her as if she were a work of art, and a strange sadness welled up inside her. Mom felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Hmm, no, you also need to take off your bra, Mom," I said after looking her over for a while, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Ah, I need to take off my bra, but..." Upon hearing that she had to take off her bra, Mom's face immediately flushed red.

"Yes, not just the bra, but also the panties. Mom, the key to this outfit is 'going braless.' Only by boldly taking off your bra can you perfectly show off your beauty. This is also the most popular way to dress now." I said with a smile.

"...Okay...Alright, I'll go inside and take them off." Although she still felt something was wrong, Mom still thought she should listen to her son's advice, the "fashion guru." After all, "If you want to become more beautiful and keep up with fashion, then being a little revealing is nothing," a voice said in Mom's mind.

I nodded and watched my mother walk back to her bedroom. I didn't plan to use hypnosis to make her perform a striptease in front of me again, because I had to rush to school.

So, I quickly grabbed some of the sandwiches my mother had made and ate them. After I finished two, my mother walked up to me somewhat awkwardly. The bra that I had pulled down below her breasts was gone, and through the hem of her robe swaying in the wind, I could vaguely see her sparse pubic hair. It seemed her underwear was also gone.

"Is...is this okay?" my mother asked, blushing.

"Hmm, Mom looks so beautiful like this." I nodded in satisfaction and added, "My mom looks as beautiful as an angel."

"You're so sweet-talking, you only know how to make your mom happy." Hearing my praise, Mom gave me a coquettish glare, but I could tell from her smile that she was pleased with it.

"By the way, Mom, how was the hypnosis I did for you yesterday?" After finishing all that, Mom finally sat down at the table to eat, and I could feast my eyes on her, eating my sandwich while shamelessly admiring her snow-white breasts.

"I must say, Xiaoming's hypnosis is pretty good. If possible, hypnotize Mom again after school today." Mom felt my blatant gaze. Normally, she would have been angry at such a direct stare at her chest, but now, under my hypnotic command, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she felt it was because she was dressed beautifully and being admired by her son. Mom enjoyed this feeling.

"One more time? Why?" I asked, feigning surprise. Hypnotizing Mom was now incredibly easy; a single hypnotic command would instantly turn her into a puppet, completely at my mercy.

"Hmm... I don't know why, but after my run yesterday, I felt really tired, and my mouth tasted weird. Maybe it's just psychological," Mom said thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hand.

"Running?" This time I was genuinely confused. When did Mom go for a night run yesterday?

"Yes, didn't I go for a run after you hypnotized me yesterday? I was all sweaty, and when I came back, I accidentally got your sheets dirty. I washed the sheets and took a shower for ages. You forgot?" Mom looked at me suspiciously.

Right, yesterday I gave Mom hypnotic instructions, asking her to come up with a reasonable explanation for the passage of time and her body's discomfort. So Mom made up the reason of running, which explained why she had been missing for a while, why she felt particularly tired, and why she had cleaned herself up.

"Oh, I remember now, because you left without saying goodbye after dinner yesterday, I didn't know you were going for a run." I immediately pretended to realize something.

"Didn't I tell you?" Mom looked at me with some suspicion.

"Oh, I probably did. Who remembers such a small thing?" I laughed it off.

"Hmph, such a bad memory at such a young age." Seeing my expression, Mom thought I had really forgotten, so she pouted and poked my forehead with some dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, let's not talk about that. Mom, did you have any symptoms yesterday? Like, did you have any dreams last night? Tell me, so I can help you fall asleep." I thought that since Mom thought she had been running around all afternoon yesterday because of my command, I was also curious whether she had carried out my other command properly.

"A dream...you know...that kind of dream." As soon as she said this, Mom's voice immediately softened, and a blush crept onto her fair face.

"What kind of dream? Mom, you have to tell me 'honestly,' okay?" I raised an eyebrow and said, deliberately emphasizing the words "honestly."

Sure enough, upon hearing that word, a flicker of confusion crossed Mom's eyes, which quickly cleared. Mom lowered her head shyly and timidly whispered, "It's...Mommy dreamt that a stranger...raped her..."

"What? Mommy dreamt she was raped?" I said, feigning surprise. But inside, I was secretly delighted; it seemed my mother was faithfully carrying out my command.

"Oh dear! Keep it down!" My mother was clearly startled and hurriedly gestured shyly for me to be quiet, as if afraid of being overheard. This was naturally related to my mother's moral values. Her strict upbringing taught her that such things were extremely shameful, and dreaming about them was definitely bad. The fact that she was obediently telling me now was just the power of hypnosis. If others found out, my mother would definitely feel ashamed for the rest of her life.

"Oh, I'm sorry, so how did it feel, Mom? Tell me the truth." A barely perceptible smile flashed across my face, which I quickly concealed with a serious expression.

"Feeling...feeling? No, no, no...this..." Hearing my more sensitive question, Mom became even more ashamed, her pretty face turning bright red, like a tempting apple, and she lowered her head deeply, not daring to look at me.

"Well...it felt very comfortable."

After a long silence, Mom finally spoke softly, her voice almost inaudible.

"Hmm, so what Mom means is that if someone really raped you, you would betray Dad because it felt good?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"No, no! You child! What nonsense are you talking about!" Upon hearing my words, my mother's pretty face turned pale instantly, and she scolded me urgently.

"I'm sorry, Mom, what you said scared me too much. I always feel that Mom secretly longs to be a lewd woman," I hurriedly 'explained'.

Sure enough, upon hearing my words, my mother was first surprised, then her eyes welled up with tears, her face was angry, and she scolded me with a sob in her voice, "Where did you learn such vulgar words! How could I have such a lewd son?"

"Sigh." I sighed helplessly. It seemed that this was the limit that my mother could accept.

Hearing my mother's angry scolding, I helplessly said, "The blue beach."

A few minutes later, my mother smiled again, seemingly having forgotten my earlier outburst. If it weren't for the tear stains on her face, it would have seemed like a dream.

"Alright, I'm full, Mom, I'm going." I checked the time; it was already 7:30. Since I'm a day student and don't have to do morning exercises, I usually only need to be at school by 8:00, and this time would be just right for me to get there.

"Okay, be careful on your way home, and remember to come back early after school," my mother smiled as she saw me to the door.

"Okay, and also, Mom, please remember not to wear those old-fashioned bras anymore. If you want to look pretty, you have to go 'bare-chested,' understand?" I laughed as I put on my shoes, glancing at my mother

. Her revealing clothing, with her almost completely naked upper body, combined with her seemingly virtuous and motherly words, created a strange feeling that made it hard for me to suppress my laughter. "Alright, alright, stop nagging, I know." My mother impatiently handed me my schoolbag, and with her movement, her snow-white breasts, now unbound by a bra, rippled involuntarily, making me lose myself in the sight.

"The blue beach."

Holding my mother, whose eyes were unfocused and who looked like a doll, I kissed her pink nipple hard, then gave her another passionate French kiss.

"So beautiful," I whispered.

"Snap."

I snapped my fingers, slung my backpack over my shoulder, turned and left. My mother smiled and waved after me, causing my pair of snow-white breasts to sway wildly.

"Be careful on your way home."

The morning classes were very boring. Normally, I would be sitting in the corner, fast asleep on my desk. After all, the teacher's lectures are the most powerful hypnotic technique. Today, unusually, I didn't sleep. Instead, I was furiously scribbling on paper. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't doing homework or listening to a lecture; I was writing the hypnosis script I'd need for this afternoon's session with Luo Hui.

A hypnosis script is a procedural plan a hypnotist uses when hypnotizing someone. For example, when hypnotizing my mother, I used the script I'd been planning for three years, built around three key points: "I am her son," "I can make her feel relaxed," and "The pleasure bed on a mysterious beach."

This script, of course, won't work on Luo Hui. After all, I'm not her son, I don't know what can make her relax, and there's the issue of imagination. My mother is the kind of innocent and naive woman, which is why I created a beach scene for her that I controlled, and then controlled her mind by putting her on the "pleasure bed." I don't know Luo Hui well, so I have no idea if she can accept this illogical script.

Hypnosis can only happen once. If it fails and she wakes up, becoming wary of me and leaving our family is a minor issue; if she uses this as leverage to threaten to call the police, that would be a huge problem.

Therefore, I must now devise a perfect, convincing hypnotic script to put Luo Hui into deep hypnosis.

"What should I do?" I sighed inwardly, angrily tore off the page I had just written, and threw it into the trash can behind the teacher.

"The Art of War says, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.' Students, you must remember this saying. Why? Because this ancient proverb is very helpful for our high school entrance exam. In the reading comprehension section, don't just write down the answer you think is right. You need to understand what the test setter likes and write the answers the test setter likes. That way, you can get a higher score than others. Now, let me talk to you about question 26..."

Just as I was feeling troubled, what my Chinese teacher on stage said suddenly caught my attention. Yes, I shouldn't have used my own ideas to construct Luo Hui's hypnotic script! I should have used what Luo Hui liked to build a solid hypnotic world! What does Luo Hui like most? Money, of course! Oh my god, Chinese teacher, I love you to death! And you little brat, I love you to death too!

Thinking this, I excitedly took out another notebook and started writing. Soon, a hypnosis script that satisfied me was completed. The next step was to let my mother understand my script and have her play the key role. Time passed quickly, and after the bell rang for the end of the last class, I immediately grabbed my schoolbag and a white mirror from my desk and ran home excitedly.

"Welcome, who is it?" My mother's gentle voice came from inside the door.

After a while, the door opened, and my mother had changed out of her clothes from this morning and put on a colorful gauze off-shoulder top and white tight-fitting capri pants. It seemed Mom thought it was a stranger knocking, so she obeyed my hypnotic command and went to change her clothes.

"Ah, Xiaoming? What's wrong..." Mom looked at me with some surprise, because I usually didn't come home until the afternoon, and I stayed at school for lunch and overnight.

"The blue beach." But before Mom could finish speaking, I gave the hypnotic command, watching with satisfaction as Mom's eyes went unfocused, turning her into a puppet at my mercy.

"Mom, are you wearing a bra?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"...No..." Mom answered calmly.

"Let me see if it's real." Without caring that we were still in the hallway and people could come and go at any moment, I lifted my mother's shirt, revealing her snow-white breasts.

"Hmm, not bad, she's not wearing anything on top." I nodded in satisfaction, then vigorously kneaded them a few times.

"Let's see down there." After kneading them a few times, I didn't stop. I reached down and unbuttoned my mother's capri pants, then pulled them down to her knees, completely exposing her genitals to the air—the sparse pubic hair and the barely visible cleft of her vulva.

"Good, Mom, you're so good. You really are 'vacuum-free'." I chuckled, pinching Mom's breasts.

"..." Mom didn't react to my insult at all, just stood there obediently.

"Mom, pee here. You really need to pee right now, don't you? It's hard for you to hold it in. You need to pee, you need to pee."

Under my guidance, Mom gradually became aroused, twisting her genitals, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her face, as if she really was holding it in.

"So, you really need to pee, right? You can't wait to pee because you won't be able to hold it in any longer." I said with a wicked smile.

"...Hmm..." Under my hypnosis, Mom felt the urge to urinate more and more urgently, involuntarily tightening her legs.

"Okay, Mom, don't hold it in anymore. Don't worry about your son being right here. Just pee as much as you want. Mom, squat here and pee as much as you want." I felt I had guided her enough, so I helped my mother to the middle of the hallway and pointed there, saying this.

Hearing my command, my mother was immediately relieved, hurriedly squatting down and starting to urinate in front of me without any shame, not caring at all when someone might come. She just urinated freely in the hallway.

This thrill of possibly having my mother's lewd appearance seen at any moment deeply stimulated me. I suddenly realized that this feeling of exposing my mother to others might not be so bad.

After seeing Mom finish urinating, I peeked through the gap in the stairs. Finding no signs of anyone having passed by, I felt a surge of triumphant pleasure mixed with disappointment.

Remembering I had important things to do, I stopped teasing Mom and said in a slightly dejected voice, "Mom, don't stand up. Crawl in like a dog."

Mom obediently knelt down from her squatting position, then placed her hands on the ground. Since I hadn't made her pull up her pants, Mom, like a beautiful newborn female dog, clumsily and laboriously crawled into the house. After I closed the door… I told my mother she could stand up, then showed her the hypnosis script I had written, and instructed her to memorize some of the roles she needed to play and some important points. Only then did I go into my mother's bedroom and pick out a new set of clothes for her. Because my mother had crawled in on her knees, her pants were soaked with urine from when she was on her knees, so they were no longer suitable for wearing.

In the name of the beach's master, I commanded my mother to obediently change into her clothes in front of me. It was a white, long-sleeved dress with delicate, sheer sleeves that made it appear very light and airy. The dress was rather tight, and with my mother going "naked," her breasts were almost partially visible, though a close look revealed their outlines. Normally,

I would never have chosen this dress for my mother, but after the stimulating experience of seeing that exposed image of her, I inexplicably chose it.

After Mom changed her clothes, I looked at her carefully again. Then I went to her closet and found a black leather belt and white stockings. Mom obediently put on the stockings, and I tightened the black leather belt around her slender waist, making the already slightly small clothes even tighter. Mom's good figure was almost perfectly outlined, as well as her two breasts, which were more prominent, and her private parts, which were faintly visible.

Satisfied with Mom's appearance, I took my beautiful mother out.

Sure enough, dressed like this, Mom would definitely turn heads on the street. Plus, before we left, I'd given her instructions to act as usual, not to let anyone know she was hypnotized, and to keep smiling. This made her maintain a constant smile; her eyes were sparkling, and her face flushed, making her even more alluring.

Excitedly, I followed behind Mom, observing the men who were secretly staring at her with lecherous eyes. I couldn't help but feel smug. You can only look, but I can have my way with her whenever I want. If you knew, wouldn't you be incredibly envious?

Wait, is that just my imagination? I think there are water droplets on Mom's legs? It must be sweat.

Without giving it much thought, I continued leading my mother towards the supermarket.

With over two hours until 3 PM, I took her to a large department store in our city. After browsing for a while, I ordered her to buy a lot of cosmetics. My mother had never liked makeup, so we only had some simple cosmetics like lipsticks and foundations that my father had given her. She only wore light makeup for important occasions.

After buying the cosmetics, I secretly ordered her to buy some women's clothes; anything I agreed to, she could buy. Why did I secretly order my mom around? Because she was still under hypnosis. She definitely wouldn't do it unless I gave her the order. And if I openly ordered her to do something, people would suspect there was something wrong with her.

Anyway, after I bought everything I needed and got home, there was only half an hour left until 3 PM.

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