A young man discovers a way to seduce his mother, or is she seducing him?
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When my dad passed away last year, I wanted to come home and be with my mother. But mom insisted that I finish the semester. College was important to both my parents. I did come back for a few days for the services. Mom and dad had a modest savings account and dad had a pretty good insurance policy, so we were ok financially, at least for a while. The first few days back at school were difficult as you can imagine, but I called mom almost every night to be sure she was ok. When the semester ended, I packed up my things and headed straight home. I didn't intend on going back. Boy was I wrong. Well, not totally wrong. I did wind up going back to school in the fall, but I transferred to a college closer to home. At least I could drive home on weekends. But now I at least had most of the summer to relax a little.
Mom and I had always been close. Dad was away for days at a time on his job, so we had the house mostly to ourselves. Now that he was gone, we fell back into some of our old routines. One evening about a month ago, I was cleaning up the table after dinner when I noticed mom kind of staring off into space. When I asked her if she was all right, it was like she just woke up, but she said she was fine. I forgot about it until a few days later. I was watching TV and mom was going though the paper at the table. When I got up to get a soda, I saw her staring again, like she was in a trance. When I touched her shoulder, she looked up and smiled. We talked for a while and she went up to bed. As I was tuning off the lights to head to my own room, I happened to glance at the light fixture above the dinning room table. I thought I saw something flash. One of the little plastic crystals that decorated the lamp was hanging lower than the other crystals. It was slowly turning on the end of a wire. I told myself that I would fix it in the morning and went up to bed.
The next morning, mom made breakfast. We were going to run a few errands and some shopping. The bank, the post office, the grocery store and stop to gas up the car. While we were eating, I asked mom if she would mind if I stopped to get a hair cut. When I looked up, mom was fussing with her own hair and staring at that little crystal. Without raising my voice, I told mom to brush her hair. Why I did that I don't know. I watched in silence as mom started to brush her hair. She didn't have a brush, but she was going through the motions as if she had one. I stood up and the movement must have caused her to look at me. Just as if nothing had happened, she got up too and we headed out. I thought about that morning all day. And I didn't fix that crystal.
Let me stop my story for just a minute and tell you about my mom. I could say that she was gorgeous, the sexiest woman on the planet. But she isn't. She is a typical mom. Brown hair and brown eyes. With a 50-year-old body which if anything is just a little plump. Mom tended to dress in soft colors and loose clothes. Not baggy, but not figure flattering either. I'm sure you have seen the type. She could disappear in a small crowd. Nice looking but not noticeable. She has never been the party type. I think the only man in her life had been dad.
All that night I kept thinking about mom and that stupid crystal. I confess, I'm a little on the geeky side. I spend most of my time studying when I'm at school and playing video games. Always been shy around girls. And yes, I have a few comic books and baseball cards. But, I suppose, like most guys, I've wondered and fantasized about girls. I don't ever remember thinking about mom that way. That crystal did start me thinking though. I got some information off the Internet about hypnotism. That spinning crystal fit right in to what I read. I decided to try a little harmless experiment. While mom was still sleeping, I went downstairs and set up a small fan in the corner of the dining room, aimed at the overhead lamp. The breeze made the little crystal turn a bit faster. Then back to bed until morning.
After breakfast that morning, I left to spend the day with a couple of friends. We had fun, clowned around and hung out at the mall. But in my mind, I was thinking about mom and that crystal. When I got home, mom was gone, so I started dinner. It was ready just about the time mom got home. We chatted for a bit and ate. Before mom got home, I turned on the fan and dimmed the lights a little. After I cleared the table, mom started to read the papers and I watched her slowly look up and stare at the crystal. It was almost like she went into a trance, just staring at the little flashes of light as the crystal spun around and around. I started talking in a low, soft tone, remembering the info I had read.
"Mom, I want you to listen to my voice and watch the crystal." I said.
"Mom, do you know who I am?" I asked.
"Yes dear, you're my son Kevin." Mom answered.
"Mom, you know that I love you, don't you?" I said.
"Of course dear, I love you too." Mom said.
Every time I said something, the first word I said was 'Mom'.
"Mom, I want you to relax. Everything is fine." I said.
"Mom, you have something on the front of your dress, why don't you brush it off." I offered.
Mom's hands moved to brush down the front of her dress. For the next half-hour I had mom do little things like that, still not quite believing what was happening. The last thing I asked mom to do was more risky, but I needed to know. I told her that she had sugar on her fingers and to suck them clean. Mom did exactly that. Taking each finger into her mouth and sucking on it. It was just a little thing, but it got me a little stiff from watching her. I was beginning to look at my mother in a different way, and that scared me a little. I returned to the soft, low voice I had been using. I told mom that she felt fine and that when I touched her shoulder, that she would wake up. When I tapped her shoulder, nothing happened right away and I started to panic. But in a moment or two, mom was back to normal and we talked some more and watched the news on TV.
I didn't try anything else for a couple of days. I still wasn't sure what to do, but I finally decided to see how far I could take this. That evening I watched carefully from the living room as mom settle down at the dinner table to spread out all her coupons from the paper. As soon as I saw her get that far-away look in her eyes, I knew she was looking at the crystal. I started talking in that low, soft voice. I told her how pretty she looked and how happy she should feel. When she smiled, I followed some of the ideas I got off the Internet. I told her that she was very relaxed and comfortable and that she was going to sleep, but that she should still listen to my voice. After a few minutes I took my chance.
"Mom, you have beautiful breasts." I said very quietly.
"Thank you Kevin, that's nice of you to say." She replied.
"I would like to see them." I continued.
"Oh, I don't think you should, I am your mother." She said.
"But I really want to see them." I said. "Just for a minute please mom."