Family Hypnosis Diary

Family hypnosis:
I'm just an ordinary college boy, average height and looks
, from a family that's only moderately well-off. My father is often away on business, and my mother is a typical stay-at-home mom, virtuous and kind.

The only thing I can boast about is that my mother is definitely outstanding among women in their forties
. It's not that she looks as youthful and beautiful as a twenty-year-old,
but rather that she possesses all the charm of a mature woman.

Leaving aside her full, voluptuous figure (especially her curves), delicate, fair
skin, beautiful and well-defined features, and long, glossy black hair, just seeing
her gentle, delicate voice, kind smile, and elegant demeanor is enough to make one
marvel at the charm of a mature woman that a twenty-year-old girl can't match.

As for myself, I'm not terrible either. My grades fluctuate, I can play basketball,
and I'm a bit outgoing, so I've dated a few girls, even going so
far . But such feelings are rarely lasting. Seeing the girls I dated, I
couldn't help but compare them to my mother, finding fault with them in various ways, and gradually my feelings cooled,
leading to nothing.

Then one day, life changed.

It was a typical customer psychology class, a
required course for marketing students. Normally, these classes are spent in
a daze , but that day, the teacher inexplicably started talking about other
aspects of psychology, somehow veerging into hypnosis.

One student, skeptical, bet the teacher he couldn't be hypnotized and even volunteered to
demonstrate . The teacher not only successfully put him to sleep but even got him to sing a
song.

Seeing this, my little brother reacted—not to the ugly
frog-like boy, of course, but because at that moment, I thought of my dear mother. My heart began
to stir ; unprecedented thoughts flooded the classroom, almost overwhelming
me. Before the class ended, I hurriedly left and relieved myself several times in the restroom.

That night, in my dream, I saw my mother again and again. Her usually large, bright eyes had lost
their luster, and she sat slumped in her chair like a puppet, and I was the one manipulating the puppet strings.
Before I could even command my mother to do anything indecent in the dream, I couldn't help but ejaculate
again .

From then on, I changed my lazy study habits and became a regular at the library, reading
voraciously about hypnosis and psychology; I also bought a lot of videotapes;
I even pretended to have psychological problems and went to a psychologist's clinic to be hypnotized by a doctor to learn techniques, only
to find that the tuition was too high. Finally, one day, I realized that what I lacked was practice
. At that time, summer vacation had just arrived.

Stepping out of the airport terminal, I looked around and immediately
spotted ; she was still so beautiful, with a charming and delicate face and a mature and alluring figure, seemingly
able to become the focus of attention wherever she went, drawing everyone's attention to her.

A quick glance revealed that there were at least five or six men secretly
staring at my mother, including two foreigners. Mom saw me then, a bright
smile spreading across her face as she waved. I rushed over and gave
her a hug.

She was a little stiff at first; though we were close, we hadn't been this affectionate since I grew
up . But then she relaxed, her
soft, boneless hands encircling my back, gently pulling me closer.

"You naughty boy, how can you do this to your mother in public?" I could hear a hint of reproach in her
voice, but it was also filled with joy—after all, I was her favorite son.

I tilted my head back slightly, gazing at her beautiful face. Perhaps she had dressed up specially
for ; her hair was styled in small waves, framing her oval
face, and she wore a touch of pink lipstick. A white pearl necklace
encircled her neck, complementing her black long dress and making her look even more dignified and beautiful.

"Aren't you going to let go? How long are you going to hug Mommy?"
A blush crept onto Mommy's face; apparently, quite a few people around were staring at us because they saw us being so
affectionate .

"Let them look, what's wrong with that? I have such a beautiful mother." I retorted,
tightening my grip and hugging Mommy even tighter. This hug pressed Mommy's full, high breasts
tightly against my chest. Through the thin fabric, I could feel
the amazing elasticity and warmth of her breasts, and my lower body instantly became incredibly hard.

Mommy, however, didn't seem to realize this, showing no suspicion that her son was taking advantage of her,
but she just pushed me away shyly. "How come you've become so glib since you went to school?
" she said, giving me a disapproving glare.

My heart skipped a beat; that glare didn't feel like a motherly gesture, but rather like
flirtatious banter. But I knew this was just my fantasy; what I wanted, I had to
fight for myself.

On the way, I learned that Daddy had gone abroad for a conference and wouldn't be back for more than a week.

Back home, Mom started preparing dinner for me and changed into her casual clothes. Because of the hot weather
in our city, Mom's clothes, though not cheap, were very light. She
had been busy all day and was slightly sweaty; the clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her incredibly
alluring figure.

I pretended to sit in the living room watching TV, but my eyes kept drifting to Mom, stealing glances at her ample
breasts and buttocks, especially the swaying motion she made as she walked, which constantly exuded
a fatal temptation. Although I knew Mom was beautiful before, I never imagined she was so
attractive. My lower body was burning with desire, and I wanted to pounce on her immediately.

I kept reminding myself to stay calm—to stay calm for the sake of my impure plan, for the sake of possessing
Mom forever.

Finally, it was dinnertime. Mom's dishes were as delicious as ever, plentiful and well-balanced.
The food allowed me to experience a wonderful taste that I couldn't enjoy outside. However, because I had something on my mind, I
couldn't focus on enjoying the food. I only answered my mother's questions half-heartedly
, constantly thinking about how to carry out my long-planned scheme.

After a satisfying meal, I said to my mother mysteriously, "Mom, I brought you
a gift this time. Wait for me to show it to you." After saying that, I found
a cardboard box in the package I brought back.

"Thank you, son, for remembering your mother so well. What is it?"

I took out an exquisite bottle from inside, which was a small bottle of the new Chanel
perfume. I opened the cap and handed it to my mother. "Smell it, do you like this scent?
"

My mother leaned in, her beautiful nostrils twitching twice. "It smells really good, but it's
a little different from my usual perfumes."

I chuckled to myself. This was a perfume I specially made for my mother, with hallucinogenic drugs added,
so of course it was different. "But my face remained impassive: 'This is the latest style I brought for Mom.
Look closely, this bottle has the most fashionable design.'

I slowly turned the bottle, and the crystal-clear, multifaceted perfume bottle shimmered with different
colors under the light, like a dazzling starry sky.

'Mom, look closely, it's said that each side of the perfume bottle looks different in
color and luster depending on the angle. The perfume is called Laziquatig,
which is the name of a sacred tree in Greek mythology. It's said that each type of fruit from this tree has
a different flavor and a different color. This perfume is said to have a different scent every time you smell it
.' As I

spoke, I let Mom smell it again, and her eyes began to glaze over and lose focus.
But she still responded to what I was saying, insisting on listening attentively.

I continued, reciting the words I had practiced hundreds of times: 'Mom,
keep looking at this bottle. You see, don't these different surfaces represent different colors,
different moods? If you gaze at each surface, don't you have different
feelings?'" "

Mom seems to be gradually losing her judgment. The effects of the hallucinogenic drug, combined with the shifting
light, are making her involuntarily obey my words, her gaze following the slowly rotating
perfume bottle.

'Mom, look at this side. Isn't the light red? Red represents anger. You must have many angry things in your
life , and you must really want to resolve them.' And this
side is blue. Blue represents monotony. You must have many boring and empty
moments at home, and you must sometimes want to change this boring life. This side is yellow. Yellow
looks dirty. As a housewife, you must hate dirty things the most…" I cleverly
replaced each color with something unpleasant.

A look of discomfort slowly appeared on Mom's face. She seemed to want to turn her head away, but she couldn't
move and could only continue listening to me.

"Mom, do you want to get rid of these unpleasant colors? You must really want to close your eyes and
forget these things. But you can't forget now. Even if you close your eyes, these colors,
these annoying things, will still appear before your eyes." "

Now, your son will teach you a method. Close your eyes and count from ten to one. With each count, exhale
, and a color will disappear from your eyes, representing the
worries also gone. You will feel incredibly relaxed and comfortable. After you finish counting,
there will be no color in your mind, only the warmest black, and you will enter the deepest, most profound
sleep. You will feel no movement, only hear the voice of your beloved son. Now,
start counting." "

Mom obediently closed her eyes, but her eyelids continued to tremble violently. With
each breath she exhaled, the movement of her eyelids slowed, finally coming to a standstill
. Mom seemed to lose all her strength, slumping in the dining chair like
the most beautiful porcelain doll in the house, only now more alive.

My lower body was already swollen and aching. I felt as if I were under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs,
vaguely facing this most beautiful dream, gazing at the woman I loved most, quietly,
motionless, at my mercy, at my pampering, at my ravaging.

Although I was trembling with excitement, my last shred of sanity told me to protect this
hard-won achievement; I couldn't immediately lay a hand on Mom.

" "Mom, can you hear me?" I whispered in Mom's ear.

"Mmm…" Mom answered weakly.

"Who am I?"

"You are my son."

"That's right, I am your son. Aren't you the one who loves me the most?"

"Yes, I love you the most." "

Does my happiness make you happy?"

"Yes."

"Does my pain make you suffer?"

"Yes." "

Does it mean you'll do anything I want?"

"Yes."

"That is to say, you can do anything for me?" "

Yes."

"Can I make you do anything?"

"Yes." The mother, oblivious to the logical difference, simply answered obediently.

"A master can command a slave to do anything, so I am the master and you are the slave?"

"Yes…." The mother hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Repeat it, I am the master, you are the slave.""You are the master, I am the slave." 　　I made my mother repeat this several times, both to deepen her obedience and for my own pleasure. The words of obedience flowing from her red lips and white teeth excited me even more; I felt like I was about to explode. My previous sex with those schoolgirls had never given me this much of a feeling. 　　"Then, I am both your son and your master."

"You are both my son and my master," Mom
thought, her mind working in a straight line under hypnosis.

"Your master's pleasure is your greatest pleasure. Obeying all your master's commands will make you
feel incredibly relaxed. If you have any thought of rebelling against your master, you will feel cold and uncomfortable all over.
" I continued to brainwash Mom, instilling in her the slave worldview I had already drafted. After about an hour of repeated confirmation, Mom finally subconsciously accepted
the fact that I was the master . 　　Watching Mom slowly turn into my beautiful flesh, I could no longer suppress my hunger. I reached out to enjoy the real feast, extending my claws towards the plump breasts I had long coveted. 　　Who knew that as soon as I touched Mom's breasts, before I even had a chance to vigorously rub them, Mom began to tremble slightly in resistance, beads of sweat appearing on her face. Unexpectedly, Mom was still so resistant. Even under hypnosis, incest was a taboo for her; there were certain parts of her body that her son could not touch. 　　Knowing that hypnosis cannot force people to do things they dislike, I was not without a countermeasure. Family Hypnotic Eroticism (Part Two) 　　It was expected that my mother would resist me; after all, I am her son. Even in her dreams, she wouldn't have a physical relationship with me because she had no such thoughts or desires. 　　If it were just about having sex with my mother, that would be relatively easy. I only needed to suggest to her that I wasn't her son, but her husband, and she would readily agree. 　　However, this wasn't the outcome I wanted. I wanted to unite with her as her son, to make her willingly become my sex slave, my possession. For the past few months, I had been craving this constantly . For this outcome, I was even willing to give up the pleasure that was about to be mine. 　　I stopped violating my mother and tried to soothe her with the gentlest voice: "Relax, it was just a breeze. Relax, you can't feel anything." 　　"Your body belongs to you and your husband. These two people can touch any right?" I continued to guide my mother. 　　"Yes." Hearing my mother's answer, I couldn't help but feel resentment towards my father. 　　"Sex is very comfortable and wonderful, isn't it?" 　　"Yes." 　　"Do you often want to enjoy sex?" 　　"Yes." 　　"You can't enjoy sex when your husband isn't around, right?" 　　"Yes." 　　"Then you crave sex more than before, right?" 　　"Yes." Mom seemed to think for a moment. 　　"Have you tried masturbating?" 　　"Yes." I never . 　　"Do you masturbate often?" 　　"Rarely." 　　"Your husband has been away for several days, and you're especially thirsty today, especially craving his touch. Your body is gradually getting hot and itchy, and you want someone to touch you." I described every possible scene of a resentful woman to Mom. I saw her face gradually turn red, and her body seemed to react, shifting slightly restlessly. I wondered what kind of fantasy she was lost in. 　　I moved my mother's right hand to the area above her vulva and gently pressed it down . My mother let out a soft moan and frowned. 　　"You're alone in your room now, touching your vulva. You really need your own comfort right now." 　　My mother's hand began to rub her vulva as if no one else was there. Even through the clothes, she skillfully found her sensitive spot and quickly got into the mood. The blush on her face spread to her neck, and the moans from her nose grew louder. 　　I had never imagined that I would see my mother masturbating in front of me , let alone that her expression of arousal was so captivating. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed and relaxed, as if expressing her inner turmoil and joy; beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her fine nose, whether from the heat or from passion, I couldn't tell ; her small mouth was slightly open, emitting warm, wet sighs that were utterly alluring. Her thin white t-shirt was already soaked with sweat, revealing glimpses of her ivory skin, especially the large patch of snow-white skin exposed , which hinted at the allure of her breasts. Her rounded yet shapely abdomen was the result of her long-term maintenance and exercise. Unfortunately, she was wearing a pair of lounge shorts instead of the long dress she had worn that morning, so she wasn't wearing stockings. Her bare legs were certainly plump and attractive, but they didn't have the same mature and mysterious . 　　Gradually, a faint dampness appeared on the front of her lounge shorts near her vulva. Her body writhed more violently, and the frequency of her finger movements increased. I saw her toes begin to straighten, as if she was about to reach orgasm. I quickly grabbed her rapidly waving right hand to stop her movements. 　　Then, in as authoritative a voice as possible, I commanded, "Stop! You can't move your fingers ." 　　Although she frowned, her expression showing extreme reluctance. But because of my previous strong hints, she obediently stopped. However, the soft moans from her lips and the lingering flush clearly told me of my mother's unsatisfied desire. 　　"Remember this feeling. From now on, you won't be able to reach orgasm through masturbation; at most, you 'll get this feeling. You'll always crave masturbation, but you'll pause before each orgasm ; then the next time you masturbate, you'll get closer, but without my command, you can't reach orgasm ." I gave my mother this cruel command; I wanted to conquer her with her own desires . 　　"I'll tell you 'Open Sesame' in a bit ."Then, you'll come to your senses, forget everything that just happened, and you'll only remember that we were chatting and you liked my gift. You won't suspect anything about the unusual feeling in your body; it's all just because it's hot. But...

"Every time you hear me say 'slave mom,' you revert to your current state. I
am both your son and your master, and you must obey my commands."

"Yes, ma'am," Mom replied obediently.

"Now, open sesame."

Mom's tightly closed eyes snapped open, regaining their former radiance. Although
the effects of the hallucinogenic drug hadn't completely worn off, Mom's consciousness returned to normal.

"Thank you, son. Mom really likes this perfume." Mom automatically returned to
the topic from before the hypnosis.

"You're welcome. I knew Mom would like it." I tried my best to give Mom the
purest smile, but I was already looking forward to the show that night.

After half an evening of chatting, it was time to say goodnight.

"Goodnight." Mom escorted me to my bedroom door like a child, ordering me to go to sleep. "Goodnight, slave mom." Even though I was mentally prepared, Mom, who suddenly went limp,

almost fell to the ground. 　　I first held her comfortably in my arms, then softly gave her a series of commands: I am invisible; Mom won't see me in the room, nor will she be curious about anything unusual. 　　Then, after instructing her to forget everything except the commands, I regained my senses. 　　Mom had already said goodnight and turned to go back to her room. To test the effectiveness of the commands, I deliberately hurried after her, trying to block her path, but she completely ignored me and walked around me. It seems the commands didn't make her unable to see me, but rather subconsciously eliminated any image of me. 　　Hypnosis is truly amazing. 　　I followed Mom into her bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, she eagerly to remove her t-shirt and pajamas. Although she had mentally forgotten about masturbation, her body couldn't resist the pursuit of pleasure. What a lewd mother, I couldn't help but think. 　　Soon, my thoughts were drawn to my mother's half-naked appearance. She was wearing black lace lingerie; the bra and panties were a matching set. The demi-cup bra accentuated her breasts, making them appear almost spill out—fair, plump, and beautiful. Based on my experience, she was probably a D-cup. Her thin panties were even more alluring, barely covering her large, smooth buttocks. A few stray hairs peeked out from her pubic area, likely from masturbation . The panties seemed slightly damp, clinging tightly to her private parts, clearly showing the shape of her labia. 　　As I admired the sight and let my mind wander to my mother's body, she answered . She unhooked her bra, and her full breasts sprang out, like two giant white doves fluttering and swaying in the air. They were indeed a D-cup, slightly sagging but noticeably elastic. Her areolas were deep red, like two tempting ripe grapes , ready to be picked and tasted. Then, as her panties were pulled down, I became even more excited. My mother 's pubic hair wasn't thick, so I could see the shape of her vulva. Her vulva was pink, clearly indicating she didn't have much sex. It was still glistening with moisture, and upon closer inspection, it was even slightly pulsating, incredibly tempting and sinful. This sight put my penis on the verge of exploding, almost making me ejaculate onto my pants. 　　What happened next made me even more excited. My mother had just taken off her clothes and lay down on the bed. Like a woman who had been deprived of sex for a long time, she put her fingers into her vulva and gently kneaded it. Soon, her clitoris peeked out, and my mother, as if she had found a treasure, swirled her fingers around it. Meanwhile, my mother 's other hand was not to be outdone, playing with her breasts, rubbing and pinching them until her nipples were as thick as her little finger. 　　I never expected my mother to be so methodical in everything she did, even her masturbation was so skillful. Watching her, my blood boiled, and I couldn't resist pulling out my own penis. Standing less than a meter away from her , watching her lewd display, I started masturbating too. 　　I watched as my mother gradually got into the swing of things, using her fingers as a penis , thrusting them in and out of her vagina. She started with one finger, then increased to two, and the speed of her thrusts increased, each time producing a loud smacking sound as she released white, foamy vaginal fluid. Her hands also increased the pressure on her breasts, kneading them into various lewd shapes. My mother made moaning sounds, almost a sob, perhaps trying to hide her pleasure from me. She kept her voice low, suppressing the waves of pleasure. 　　But after almost an hour, despite the increasing flow of vaginal fluid, she still hadn't reached orgasm . 　　Although she didn't understand why, she was tormented, her face a mixture of pain and pleasure. In pursuit of greater pleasure, she tried raising her buttocks and using her fingers to penetrate herself from behind. 　　This was actually quite convenient for me. My mother's plump buttocks swayed repeatedly in front of me, her engorged vulva red and glistening, even her most private anus was exposed without any concealment, opening and closing with each thrust. 　　Seeing this lewd scene, I could no longer restrain myself. I grabbed the water glass from my mother's bedside table and ejaculated all my semen into it. Fortunately, my mother was already lost in the boundless sea of desire and didn't notice anything amiss. 　　After resting for a while, seeing that my mother was exhausted but still unable to reach her climax, I felt the first stimulation was enough and called out the command "Slave Mom." My mother immediately fell into a hypnotic state, but her fingers remained on her vulva and breasts. 　　I commanded my mother to fall into a deep sleep and not wake up until the next morning, giving her a few more amusing instructions. 　　The next morning, I stood in front of my mother's room and heard low but intense breathing . I knew my mother was continuing last night's game, futilely trying to reach orgasm. However, orgasm is greatly related to psychology. If there is a certain psychological barrier, no matter how strong the physical stimulation, it will not be able to accumulate enough energy to break through it. 　　The dam I built in my mother's heart firmly blocked her pleasure, preventing her needs from being met, and gradually making her sink into the sea of desire, until I guided this surging sea of desire to break through the barrier between us as mother and son.

Of course, during this time, I wouldn't give up the opportunity to be close to my mother. After all that waiting, I
had to offer some kind of reward.

I knocked on my mother's door, pretending not to hear the moans inside. "Mom, are you up?
"

I heard a hurried and flustered voice from inside. Clearly, my mother hadn't expected me to get
up so early, much less that I would wake her. She was quickly getting ready.

When the door opened, my mother appeared before me, and my heart skipped a beat.
My mother had changed into a white silk nightgown, her smooth, white arms and most of her beautiful legs
exposed. The blush on her face hadn't faded, and her usually bright and intelligent eyes were filled with a hazy
moisture, as if telling me of her unfulfilled desires, radiating the boundless
warmth of a mature woman. Even more alluring was that Mom wasn't wearing a bra; her still-erect nipples were clearly visible,
like two beautiful roses in bloom. A large puddle of
moisture her dark, curly hair peeked through her clothes. I held my breath for a moment.
Although I had seen Mom naked the night before, I wasn't used to gazing upon such a sight, and my penis
immediately sprang to attention.

Mom had never appeared before me dressed like this before, not even in the most hurried moments;
she never forgot her manners.

But yesterday, I had hinted to her that she could dress
lightly because I was her dearest son, and she wouldn't
suspect or be offended by my rude and blatant gaze. A son always clings to his mother; she would be happy and
proud, and would be irresistibly drawn to my attention.

Therefore, when my burning gaze swept over her body, Mom didn't show
much displeasure.

My mother's earlier infidelity made her feel guilty, and she didn't dare look me in the eye, her face flushing even more:
"Why are you up so early, son?"

"Everyone gets up this early at university, we have to study early. Mom, I made you
breakfast , come and eat."

"My son is so good, he's a grown-up now." My mother was quite moved, and couldn't help but reach out and
touch my face.

The feeling of her warm, delicate hand on my face was so nice; I wondered what it would feel like
to .

For my grand plan, emotional investment was necessary. Besides my mother's own desire, her
love for me was also one of my weapons. However, under my guidance, my mother would
unconsciously transform her affection for me into love, into lust.

When my mother finished washing up and sat down at the table, she was still wearing that revealing nightgown.
So that I could feast my eyes while enjoying breakfast. However, breakfast was just
simple toast, and milk. However, the milk I specially prepared for my mother contained
the semen I ejaculated the night before. With my subtle hints, she wouldn't notice the unusual taste.

When I saw her sip the lovingly prepared milk, one small mouthful at a time, and then
lick her lips with lingering satisfaction, my penis was already rock hard,
about . I really wanted to shove it into her lips and soothe myself.

I suppressed the surging urge within me. To make my mother willingly offer
herself , I decided to use hypnosis to train her for a week before my father returned, making
her my woman, my slave, even… my most lowly bitch.

My mother continued eating, elegant and charming, occasionally flashing me a toothy smile, thanking
me for the unexpected breakfast, completely unaware of her son's lewd plans and the wonderful
life .

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