Last night had been pretty uneventful, but not in a bad way. Luna had some commissions to work on, and it was nice to make real progress on them, to not have to worry about her brother or her mother. As she stretched her arms above herself and yawned, she thought about her brother some more. It felt like their hypnosis sessions should seem out of the ordinary, but she couldn't remember anything weird, or strange, or even awkward about them. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember much of anything about them, just that they were incredibly relaxing. She changed into a baggy long-sleeve shirt and some jean shorts - nothing out of the ordinary. As she stepped out into the living room, she saw that she was the first out. Somewhat unusual, but nothing too shocking. Her mother joined her soon after. She was wearing a light blue shirt cut even lower than yesterday's, her cleavage on full display. With it, her shorts, which ended firmly in the middle of her thigh, leaving her shaved legs open to the world.
Luna looked at her mother, not feeling any specific way about her outfit. It was her choice, she didn't have much to say about it. She wanted to talk, as they usually did when her brother was cooped up in her room, and the topic of conversation was obvious.
"Do you think that your hypnosis helped?" Luna asked. Feliciana turned around to look toward her daughter. "What do you mean?" She said, confused.
"Did it help you relax or anything like that?"
She smiled, seemingly understanding. "Oh, definitely. It felt really good."
Luna nodded. "Cool. It felt good for me too." It was nice to feel less alone, less...weird for enjoying her session so much. She felt better. Her mother nodded as well. She decided to get started with breakfast, taking out some gravy mix and biscuits in a tube from the fridge. She and Grant used to love biscuits & gravy as kids.
Feliciana turned to look at the stove. "What are you making?" She got a reply once the oven was on.
"Oh, just some biscuits and gravy. Grant and I (she had heard no end of corrections concerning "me and Grant") used to really like it as kids. Do you want some?"
"Sure!" She moved to sit down on the couch as her daughter got to work. After a bit, Grant stepped out into the living room. He smiled when he faced their mother, and both of them noticed.
"Morning Luna, Mom," he said, openly admiring her outfit, and as a result, her body. She suddenly felt overdressed as her brother stared. His eyes occasionally darted to her shorts, but it wasn't much.
"Good morning, Grant!" Feliciana remarked. As her daughter got out the gravy mix, she felt worse the more she stood there, so revealingly. She transparently felt good, and attractive, so she must not have been either. She sighed.
Her mother moved to the couch, next to Grant. He scooted over as she sat.
"Hey, Mom..." he paused. "...you're still up for our session later, right?" He continued looking over her.
She refocused her attention on him. "Of course! When did you want to do it?"
"Whenever you're available works for me." He grinned. Luna sighed. There was nothing she could do.
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Grant couldn't take his eyes off his mother, and luckily, he didn't have to worry about having to. She presented herself as the perfect eye candy for him without complaint. He wanted to do more, of course, but he wasn't stupid, nor impatient. He'd take his time. He returned to the situation around him, seeing her pensive face.
"Hmm...I need to prepare for my interview tomorrow, but I should be free for a while around 2. Does that work for you?"
He smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Luna brooding in the kitchen. His mother was still perked up. He'd get to her later.
"Good! It's always so nice and relaxing."
He chuckled softly, still looking her over. "That's good to hear..."
Suddenly, his sister opened the oven. The biscuits had risen nicely, but the loud noise served another purpose - interrupting their conversation, which she did not appreciate. Once the baking sheet was on the stovetop, their mother turned to her. "Those look good! Thanks for making them."
"You're welcome," she mumbled under her breath as Feliciana got up to get her food. He could see her mood dropping the moment his attention was on the line, and he smiled to himself a bit. He turned back to their mother, and her curves. She didn't immediately notice him returning to her, but once she did, she clearly relished it even more. Today was going to be good for both of them.
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Her daughter was cooped up in her room when Feliciana knocked on her son's door. She heard him put down what he was studying and speak up. "Oh, come in."
She entered, seeing some books on hypnosis sprawled open on his desk. "Hey Grant! It's about 2, could we start with the hypnosis?" He smiled.
"Yes, of course...um...would you like to do it in here?" he offered.
She smiled as well. "Oh I wouldn't mind. Wherever you think is best."
He nodded, getting up from his desk and smoothing out his bed. "Okay, well," he said as he checked his bedside drawer's cabinet for something, "Go ahead and sit on my bed, and close the door please."
"Sure." She closed his door before making her way in front of him to sit down on his dimly lit bed. He scooted his desk chair over in front of her as she got comfortable.
He nodded, giving a small breath before taking the necklace out in front of her again. "Okay, Mom...I'd like for you to take a look at the necklace here again," he told her.
She slouched over slightly, her eyes half-closed as soon as the necklace came into view. She had forgotten about it, lost in the mush of her mind after trance. It was so nice. The way it swayed even when he was holding it still. It was amazing. She focused all her attention directly on it, abandoning all else.
He swayed the ornament from side to side. "That's right...already so intently focused on it...you want to be hypnotized...to come down into trance already...you won't resist it at all..."
Her voice was soft, pliable. "...won't...resist...at all..." Who would, with this in front of them?
"Good...let the necklace suck all your worries and doubts into it...all your stress...all your anxiety...and let it replace it all with such warm relaxation...feeling so nice...so happy...already almost there..."
She could feel her worries, her doubts, her anxiety, all float away into the violet jewel in the middle of the necklace. "...almost...there..."
"Almost there...all you have to do...is drop for me, again...drop right down into trance, Mom..."
"...drop...into trance..." Her languid words lingered on her tongue.
"That's right...just..." Suddenly, he dropped the necklace into his other hand. "Drop."
Her head quickly fell forward, her body still planted on the edge of his bed. Her eyes were shut, the void left over leaving her calm and relaxed. It was so nice.
"That's good...good job, Mom...now lift your head back up for me and open your eyes, remaining so deep in trance."
Her head lifted up quicker than last time, her motions deliberate and controlled even as she swiftly drifted through relaxation. Her eyes opened slowly still, the glazed, unfocused look in them clear as ever. Her trance felt engrained with her being at this very moment. She could see his smile.
"Yes...being hypnotized by me feels so nice, so good, doesn't it, Mom?"
"...so nice...so good..." It was delightful.
"That's right...it feels so good to be hypnotized..." He looked down at her body. "You know...being hypnotized by me allows me to look at you more, doesn't it?"
Oh God, she hadn't even realized that. The realization sent a shiver through her. "...yes..." This was great!
"And you love it when I look at you."
"...yess...I love it when you look at me..." Her words slurred again as pleasure ran through her. She was so happy.
"And since I can look at you quite a bit while you're hypnotized, you love being hypnotized too, right?"
"...I love...being hypnotized." There was newfound confidence in her voice.
"Do you want me to hypnotize you, Mom?"
She did, nodding and speaking at the same time. "...I want you...to hypnotize me..."
"You'd accept being hypnotized by me more, wouldn't you?"
She paused for a moment before realizing she agreed with her son. "...I'd accept...being hypnotized by you more..."
"You'd ask to be hypnotized by me more..." He emphasized his words as he smiled. She gave an empty grin back.
"I'd ask...to be hypnotized...by you...more..." Each breath was slow and deliberate as the words came out.
