"Hypno Slut Mommie 01" by CraigOOL
Incest - Son helps MILFy Mom after shattering divorce
Author's notes: Warning! This is an incest story. It is also an erotic hypnosis / mind control story. This hopefully will be hot enough for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.
Finally, this is a FANTASY, while elements of the techniques are real, absolutely none of this story has anything to do with Jim and Joy from Passaic, New Jersey, or anyone who might resemble them.
All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.
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My name is Jim. I've done things to my mother - with my mother - that no son should ever do. I've also done things to my mother that really cross the line. I just ask you to withhold judgment until you have heard the whole story. Just remember Joy is my Mom, and my Mom is Joy.
I'm a cognitive psych major in college at a State University with cheap in state tuition. I'll graduate in another year with my bachelors degree, provided I can find a new way to come up with the tuition. I come home to find my mother curled up in a ball on the couch, crying.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her.
"Dad - your Dad - he left us! He took his slutty little secretary and he left us! He didn't even say goodbye to you! He said some very fucking ugly things too!" Mom cries out, as she returns to sobbing.
"What kind of ugly things Mom?" I ask, knowing I better know the full story as soon as possible.
"He said that other than giving him a son, I was completely worthless! Not a single decent fuck in twenty years! Not a single decent fucking blowjob! I even let him fuck me in the ass, and he said that my ass wasn't even good enough to whore out! The only decent, halfway enjoyable thing, he said, was that he got to fuck my titties every month and come on my cold, frigid face! I was taught to be a good girl! I was taught not to be a slut, not to be a whore! But now I'm worthless because I don't know a fucking thing about sex!" Mom started wailing again, wracked with sobs.
My Mom has a great figure. If you squint, she looks a lot like the pornstar Deaxuma, same german Hausfrau genes, same innocent oval face, same flowing brunette hair, and same long toned legs with a still tight tummy. And just like Deauxma, whether you are male or female, when you meet her, you couldn't describe any of that. Two big things get in the way, her 34F tits (Deauxma is a 32G, all artificial, My mom, Joy, is all natural). She is always getting hit on, and most of the time, she doesn't even know it, her mind just doesn't work that way. She keeps fit by running and doing an old set of Jane Fonda workouts that she got transferred from VHS to DVD years ago. Put on the glasses she always wears, simple black frames that would be better suited for Clark Kent than a woman who looks as hot as she does, and you would have the perfect disguise for a super sexy heroine. Mom learned years ago that men liked to look at her tits, and she could get away with a lot more mistakes just by showing her cleavage. Dad had once told me that Mom looked like a MILF, teased like a MILF, and fucked like a cardboard cutout of a MILF. He'd promised her when they were married he'd stay until his son got at least an associates degree, so he wasn't a complete and total bastard, despite how he left us.
But over the following weeks, I learned that my Dad (Jacob) had been stepping out on Mom since very early in their marriage. We are both equipped for it. Both of us are eight to eight and a half inches, and thicker than most dildos they sell in the stores. When he found out that Mom just wasn't into the "Joy of Sex", or any of the other things he tried to spice up their sex life (even booking them a room in Vegas in a hotel with a swingers convention) he gave up, and became a rogue poonslayer. I knew my Dad's reputation, and most of the women in the neighborhood did too, usually first hand. They always looked at my Mom so sadly at BBQ's and parties. All that raw talent but unable to dance.
None of that background made any difference to my Mom's spiraling depression. It was the last piece of her shattered self image to go, she was no longer a good wife and mother. Everyone knew she was a failure. Dad had her served with divorce papers the day after he left, and in a no-fault state, none of his extra-curricular affairs would make any difference. We had no income, and all of the utilities, which were in his name, were cut off, including our cell phones. I could take my laptop to various places that had Wi-Fi, but winter was coming, and despite the fact Mom's folks helped us out, they were retired and on fixed incomes, so we were crushing the life out of their emergency savings every month. I got a job helping out with one of the psychiatrists which paid pretty good for part time, but it was treading water, dog paddling to stay afloat, when a wave of any size would sink us.
I got my Mom in to an emergency evaluation for her depression, by claiming she was at risk of committing suicide. As I found out, she'd already tried three times but couldn't go through with it, so she was worse off than I thought. But the therapy she needed would cost tens of thousands and would be long term. She had no insurance, all I had was the University medical, which only covered me.
I was desperate. I pulled Dr. Weber aside, and described the situation with my Mom and myself as if I were a "friend". He said that my friend was out of luck, in a place our society doesn't care about, unable to even get any professional guidance. Then he looked me hard in the eyes.
"If I was your friend, I would learn all I could about Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT), especially the hypnotherapy for victims of sex abuse, covert hypnosis, subliminal hypnosis, subliminal suggestion, and the erotic hypnosis movement. But I can't recommend any of that because of my oaths, and you never heard it from me, are we clear?" Dr. Weber said to me in a stern tone of voice.
I knew about CBT from school, even had several books on it already. Covert hypnosis and subliminal hypnosis were popular with the erotic hypnosis web sites, and I learned of several good, inexpensive commercial products. They sounded like rain, or the ocean, or a crackling fire, and some just sounded like white noise. But they were effective when used on a longer term, the price all subliminal and covert techniques pay - less of your attention takes more time to work.
The CBT curriculum taught that poor self image and sexual behavior issues that originated from an overly strict environment while growing up could be countered by self hypnosis and mentored hypnosis. Strangely enough, Literotica, a web site I enjoy for the erotic stories, also has a treasure trove of hypnotic inductions. Many did not have the positive self image I was looking for, but some did. I like the ones with the full text of the session, so there are no hidden surprises.
Most of the erotic hypnosis web sites centered around bimbofication and sissyfication, turning a girl into a bimbo slut, or turning a guy into a sissy, sucking cock and taking it up the ass, neither of which appealed to me or applied to my situation. But there were subliminal videos, short GIF files that could be chained together into something more. Played in sequence, they could tell a story to someone in trance that would be very compelling on a subconscious level. I learned how to make my own GIFs, able to insert the messages specifically needed for my Mom. The erotic hypnosis sites also had scripts, trance inductions that could be modified for my purposes. I learned how to make the inductions, then learned about new techniques that enhance hypnotic inductions using sound, specifically binaural beats which mimic the Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Delta waves of the brain. There is even an online generator that can let you create your own. Merged together with a good script, they can be a potent method for customized self hypnosis delivery.
Many of the subliminal videos had specific themes, like "Blank" (to create dolls and Bimbos), "Cock" (cock worship for women and sissies), "Cunt" (pussy worship for men and women), "Deep" (to try to increase the depth of the trance by suggestion), "Eyes" (usually with spirals trying to trap people), "Fuck" (either suggestions to do it or literally fucking their brains out as part of bimbofication), "GiveIn" (a Submit/Obey variation), "GoodGirl" (usually about what they do to cock/cunt/fuck), "Lost" (a variation of the bimbo/dolls blank script), "Obey" (the big one for slaves and submissives), "Rub" (getting off as a trance enhancer), "Shameless" (mostly exhibitionist or public sex), "Slut" (all type of sexual behavior being approved of), "Spiral" (often over a body part like tits/cunt/cock to trap the gaze), "Spread" (a suggestion to spread their legs and offer themselves), "Strip" (suggestion to get naked), "Tits" (a suggestion to stare or get turned on by/entranced by breasts), "Toy" (a suggestion to act as a sex toy / sex slave), "Watch" (usually the pocket watch used to start trance), and "Wet" (a suggestion for women to get aroused). I created two videos of the subliminals, one using "vanilla" GIFs without porn that could be shown to Mom without raising suspicions, and a "full load" of Slut programming.
So now I had weapons, but I had to have a battle plan to win the war. I had to convince Mom that this was the best course of action, and I had to get her started in a positive direction. But before any of this could happen, I needed her consent.
It is a tenet of good hypnotherapy that while you can get someone to do what they would not otherwise do, mind rape is just as illegal as the physical kind. You can easily get someone to do what they personally would not do. Put someone in trance, tell them they are a famous porn star, and you can get your girlfriend to fuck three guys at the same time on camera for you. Tell them they are a famous bank robber and you can get them to rob a bank. But the first is three counts of rape and the second is bank robbery. So before I did anything, I needed her permission.
Second was the issue of incest. Some states say adults are adults, and incest does not apply over 18 years of age. Some say it is not a crime as long as there are no children. Legally, it is all a mess, except down south, where it is just forbidden, period. Luckily, we were in one of the two states that says consenting adults can do as they please (even though they still won't let them marry). Still, before we crossed that line, she had to be given a chance to tell me yes or no.
All of this took time, which was time I didn't have. Luckily, I discovered the Theta Wave Beats fairly early in the process, and made Mom a relaxation MP3 for her phone, masked with a nice Tai Chi meditation track from one of my old CD's, and it took her stress level down several notches. I made a set of "Now Your Eyes will Close", "Sleep, Deep, perchance to Dream" (in hourly segments), with 6,7,8, and 9 hours playlists with a "Wake Up!" at the end. Now she was relaxing during the day, and sleeping deeply at night, which bought me time.
"Hey Mom, could you help me with my schoolwork?" I asked hopefully one Thursday afternoon.
"Sure, Jim. But I haven't been able to help you with your homework since high school. What's up?" Mom asked, slightly confused.
"Well, it's this psych homework. I need to have a subject that I hypnotize throughout the semester. The CBT course is really busting my balls, and if I don't do well in it, my chances of going to grad school just fade away." I put my best lie out there, knowing full well I'd already aced the class, with a very cute little redheaded partner named Gina that practically screamed out "TAKE ME", but I'd been completely professional with her and had in fact gotten rave reviews from her. I still think of her when I'm stroking off sometimes, and according to the grapevine of gossip, she still bears a torch for me. But Mom didn't know any of that.
"Don't you have a partner from the class?" Mom asked, sensing there was more to this than I'd said.
"I'm the odd man out, last in a class of seventeen. Please Mom? I can help you with your depression? Dr. Weber gave me some tips. I can help rebuild your self image. Make you happy again." I offer, knowing she sees through me, but not in the way I expected.
