Chapter 2
Luna and Feliciana arose at about 9:30 the next day, seeing no need to make up early when they didn't have much planned. This time Luna prepared breakfast, getting out the waffle maker, the batter, and some blueberries. Seeing her daughter's work, Feliciana made her way into the small study, thumbing her way through shelves of books before settling on one she'd been meaning to read for a while. She started it as Luna plated the food, when Grant stepped out into the living room once more, yawning a little. There was something in his pocket, but Luna could only make out the vague shape. He walked over to the couch like usual.
"Hey," she said, in her usual detached, cute tone. Her mother released a similar outward-sounding remark. He looked over to his sister and nodded. "Morning."
An air of sibling domesticity came over the room, with Luna slipping her brother a plate of breakfast, their mother otherwise engaged.
"Thank you," he told her.
"No problem." The response came quick and without lingering emotion. Their mother was beginning to become enraptured in her book, which was a ritual she loved to go over in her time off school. She could be disturbed, and without complaint, but no one wanted to go about doing that now. Luna got to her breakfast, eating slower than her brother, as usual. She set her fork down for a second and announced "I'm going to hang with Steph today," before going back to eating.
He looked over to her, raising a brow at her announcement before the silence settled over them again. Their mother absentmindedly responded. "Doesn't she live far away?"
Luna ate a bit before answering. "Yeah, she's like an hour away. I'm gonna head out at like 2 and be back by like 7." Her mother chirped up with "Alright, that's fine. Have a good time," before returning to her book. She looked up to her family eating her food, smiling a little to herself at the meal's success. Looking over to her brother for a second, she scooted over next to him. His surprise was evident, but there was something she wanted to ask him. He could tell from the look on her face - sibling instincts.
"Is something the matter?"
She blinked, looking her brother in the eyes and setting down her food. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering...what'd you, um, get from hypnotizing me? What did it teach you?"
He nodded a bit. "Hm...it helped me get a feel for the induction, how someone acts while under...though, Mom will help me see the differences from person to person."
Their mother acknowledged someone was talking about her, her breath hitching slightly, but nothing further. Luna nodded, looking away from her brother's face. "Nice, I'm glad."
He gave a controlled smile. "Thank you again for helping me out."
Luna immediately responded, not taking much time to process what she was saying. "Yeah, any time." Once the words were out of her mouth, the depth of what she'd said sank in, but she hesitated to take them back. Her brother chuckled a little, making her a little embarrassed, but she returned to her food. Eventually, he finished his food, washing his dishes in the sink and heading back to the couch. She did the same a little bit after, seeing him look towards their mother. She didn't say anything about it.
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Several hours later, Grant was reading on the couch. Luna had been out on the road for about 30 minutes. He was studying eye fixation, a method of hypnosis in which a specific object is used to bring someone into trance. After some looking around, he settled on a spare amethyst necklace he found lying around to test it out, a large centerpiece hanging in the middle of it. It was probably his mother's. It felt amazing, seeing his sister hypnotized. Her vacant, empty expression, the soft way words slid out of her mouth...he had to know how his mother would look under his power.
Suddenly, the door to his mother's room opened. His brows arched as he turned over to look at her, stretching her arms. She'd just gotten up from a nap. "Oh, Mom."
She looked over, ribbing him a little bit as she yawned. "Oh, Grant."
"Um...are you busy? I was wondering if we could try that hypnosis, like we talked about." His mother rubbed sleep out of her eyes and moved to sit down across from him on the couch. "Sure," she replied somewhat curtly. He nodded, shifting a little forward.
"Alright, well...get comfortable, and tell me when you're ready."
After scooting around a bit, breathing deeply for a few seconds, she looked prepared. "I'm ready."
He nodded, slowly taking out the necklace, holding it by the chain and holding it in front of his mother's gaze. He let the charm dangle. "Okay then, I'd like for you to focus your gaze right on the necklace here."
There was a brief pause as she eyed the necklace. She let out a mumbled agreement after she'd gotten used to its form and presence.
He was nervous, but he didn't project any of it. "Good...just focus your eyes as you keep relaxing, taking deep breaths in...and slow breaths out...focusing right on the necklace as you listen to my voice..." She nodded, and her deep breaths got slower with each repetition.
"That's right...take deep, slow breaths exactly like that...and just follow the necklace," he spoke softly. He began to let the charm swing from left to right a little. A soft hum exited his mother's lips as her eyes traced the path of the necklace's centerpiece, her breath slow and steady. He continued to swing the necklace across her eyes, seeing how they tracked it so diligently.
"...I'd like for you to just focus on your breathing...the necklace...and my voice...breathe in all the relaxation...and let all your stresses and worries out..."
He trusted that she was doing as he asked, letting the necklace have all of her attention.
"Just keep your gaze on the necklace...not straying for a moment...let your mind only worry about focusing...listening...following..."
Feliciana, his mother, was focusing, and listening, and following. It was nice to be so in tune. It was so simple. He kept swinging the necklace from left to right, seeing fatigue begin to come to her eyes, and by extension, her mind. "Yes...just keep following...because following is so easy to do...your body does it automatically...so stress free...to follow what I say...so close to utter bliss..."
Her face contorted a little, and his brows arched a bit in response. Still, he pressed on. "Just listen to what I say...let me lead you down into nice...warm...relaxation..." He cooed to her. It was so warm. It was so wonderful.
"So relaxed...so tranquil...this is the kind of feeling that you can just allow yourself to sink into, isn't it, Mom?" He asked softly, continuing to swing the necklace in front of her.
She took a deep breath. "Yes..." Her voice was firm, unwavering, and above all, happy. He was surprised at how steady it was, especially compared to his sister. Still, she was close to falling, and all he had to do was give her a push. "That's right. You're so ready to sink into this nice, gentle trance, aren't you?"
"I'm...ready." She was calm. He smiled.
"That's it...keep following the necklace, following deeper..." She waited, patient and eager, her eyes obediently moving with the necklace. "...and deeper..." It was going to be so relaxing. She felt her entire body sink into the couch, into the necklace. It was so...
He dropped the necklace, catching it in his other hand. "Drop."
And she dropped.
Her head lolled forward onto her sizable chest, her eyes closing quickly. He let her remain still for a moment before reaching over to set a hand onto her shoulder, and examining her body. He sighed, looking back up to her dark hair and giving his first command.
"Okay, Mom...sit up, and open your eyes, staying deep in trance."
Her head reached up, her eyes slowly revealed to him. Her glazed, vacant look was now familiar to him - it was the same as his sister's. He was glad. Glad his hypnosis had worked, glad his mother was now within his control, and above all glad she couldn't see him very clearly as he looked down to her breasts. She'd always been well-endowed, and her pretty face and cute accent only cemented his attraction. She was so affectionate, so trusting, he couldn't wait to bring out the part of her that would dote on his every command as an obedient slut. His sister got most of her beauty from their mother, Feliciana's late husband only really contributing to her son's facial structure. It took all of his willpower not to keep staring at his mother's bust, not to reach out and fondle her. That would come in due time. For now, he had to mold her. He looked back into her empty eyes.
"...How do you feel?"
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Feliciana paused for a moment at her son's question, figuring out how to possibly give an answer when she felt so relaxed, and so at ease. Finally, she settled on "Good." Her voice was self-assured.
Her son nodded. "Yes...you feel so relaxed and nice right now, don't you?"
She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation, not giving too much away as she breathed. "Yes...relaxed."
"Do you like feeling this way, Mom?" She did. So much.
"Yes..."
"You like how it feels to be hypnotized, don't you?" He led her to her perfect answer.
"Yes. I like how it feels to be hypnotized." There was less than no argument from her, the connection between his hypnosis and her enjoyment thoroughly etched into her mind.
He seemed surprised at how quickly she accepted it, but of course she would. She had no worries about what her son would do. He shuffled in his seat, looking at her. "Would you want to feel this relaxation again?"
