Hypnotizing Mom

"Okay, you'll awake when I say three, one - two - three."

I fluttered my eyelids as if I was really coming out of a deep sleep. I looked up at Eric, he had a quizzical look on his sweet, young face as he looked down at me.

All I could think to say was, "Well, when are you going to start?"

He smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Then a series of thoughts shot through me. Was I really asleep? Did I really do that to my son? Had he instructed me to suck his... and then did he cum in my...? Had I let him feel me up and had he shown that jerk, Ben, that he had? Was it all just a dream? If it was, oh my God, why would I dream that? Did I secretly have feelings for my boy? Or did it really happen? Did my son tell me to do those things to him?

"Mom", Eric's voice cut off my torrent of thoughts, "you okay? We're done mom. Can we try again later?"

I looked up at him, "Sure, I guess." I answered trying to sort out my feelings. I adjusted myself on the chair. Then I felt it. My panties were soaked. My God, what have I done? No, it can't be true. Eric would never make me do that to him. It must all be a dream. I took a breath. What was that taste in my mouth?

"Mom?" Again, Eric's voice startled me.

I stood, straightened my dress, "Yes honey, I'm fine. Just, I...sorry, it didn't work."

Eric chuckled, "Oh mom, it worked." His voice triumphant.

I looked at him. "What do you mean it worked? What did I do?" I asked, with a little annoyance and apprehension in my voice.

He smiled at me, "Oh mom, nothing stupid, just had you raise and lower your hands, that's all. Didn't make you cluck like a chicken or bark like a dog. Maybe next time."

He seemed so nonchalant about it. Was it all in my head? What was going on?

"Don't you dare," was all I could say.

He turned, picked up his backpack he had tossed on to the couch, "Thanks mom. I can't wait to do it again." He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and turned and walked to his room leaving me alone.

I then noticed the scent around me. The sour smell of my pussy. What was that taste in my mouth. Was that my son's cum? Oh, dear God, it can't be. I'm just imagining all this, but why would I dream such a thing? What was I doing before Eric came home? I was booking a long weekend stay at an all-inclusive resort for a young couple. It was one of those resorts known for swinging couples. I had wondered if these kids knew about what went on there and that's when Eric had interrupted me. That was it! That's why I dreamt about... I let out a sigh of relief. It was all a dream, thank God.

The client, I had to finish their vacation plans. I scurried back into the den, sat down. Again, I felt the now cooled wetness on my ass, reminding me of my dream. I completed the entries and sent the couple the details of the vacation and corresponding documents. I smiled, thinking, you two have fun, imagining just what those two had in store for them. I shook the thought out of my head.

Time for lunch. I walked out of the den, called loudly up the stairs, "Eric, lunch in 15 minutes."

He shouted back, "Gotcha!"

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I busied myself with fixing a few sandwiches, one for me and two for Eric. He literally dashed into the kitchen, grabbing his sandwiches, threw a fist full of chips on his plate and took a can of Pepsi out of the fridge. He gave me a quick glance and a "Thanks mom," and was gone.

I stood there, watching him. I felt hurt, no hug, no kiss. I shrugged, took my sandwich and drink to the den to lose myself in work.

I was looking at deals on cruises for an elderly couple when suddenly I heard the Eric's voice in my head, "Mom, I want you to wrap your fingers around my dick." My whole body shuttered. My thighs clenched together and sat staring blankly at the monitor.

What made me think that? I told myself to get a grip. Eric would never ask me to do that and I never would. I shook my head and focused back on the dates of cruises and prices.

I found a perfect cruise for the couple, put the info in an email and sent it off.

Then my son's voice whispered a torrent of incestuous phrases piercing through me. "That's it mom, suck on the head of my cock. God, mom, it feels so good." I closed my eyes trying to drive out his soft, commanding tone. But he continued, "Take it deeper into your mouth." I felt my lip's part and my mouth open as if I subconsciously obeying him. I heard him clearly say, "I was not expecting how hot it would be to watch you slide your face down on my cock."

I felt my pussy become warm, moisture seeping from its walls, then Eric whispered, "Open your eyes and look at me mom."

I opened my eyes wide, staring at a cruise ship's itinerary on the monitor. Oh God, what has gotten into me? That dream was recurring in my consciousness. I rubbed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts and images out of me.

A bell rang on the monitor alerting me to an incoming call. I quickly slipped on my headset adjusted the microphone and answered in my scripted cherry tone, "Lifeline Travel, what vacation may I help you plan today."

Lost now in setting up a honeymoon cruise for a somewhat excited couple, I slipped into my professional mode and guided them through their planning.

Finally, entering their credit card info for a refundable deposit, I asked if there was anything else I could help with. They both intoned, "No". I added, if they had any further questions, feel free to call or email me and the conversation ended.

I felt a sigh of relief and satisfaction as I had completed the transaction and slumped into my desk chair and glanced at the time on the monitor.

"Quarter to four?!" I stated out loud, "God, I have to shower."

I pushed myself up and out of the desk chair. I glanced down at the monitor to make sure I had saved all the information and I walked quickly out of the room up the stairs to my bedroom. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and start a unbutton my dress in the front. After I had gotten about 10 buttons undone, I let the dress slide off my shoulders and onto the floor. I stood looking at myself. My full "D" cup breasts encased in a plain, off-white support bra. I looked down to see a ring of flab just below my belly button and pierced around the waistband of my granny of off-white panties. The bulge in the bottom front of my panties concealed the heavy patch of pubic hair that covered my pussy. I glanced at my legs. My thighs were heavy, but not that fat, at least my calves looked trim. Looking at myself up and down in the mirror, I thought, not bad for a 40-year-old, but surely not what some teenage boy would want, especially a mother's son.

Then part of that dream came back to me. My son whispering to me, "Kiss me like you kissed dad." His soft lips pressing into mine. I shook the thought out of my head.

I took the straps of the bra off my shoulders. Let the bra slide down off my tits. I twisted the bra around and unhooked it, freeing my heavy tits and letting them sag in front of me. I took them with my hands and pushed them up. I smiled, not half bad when they're pushed up. I let them go and reached down, putting my thumbs into hem on my panties and pulled them off letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them. Now standing completely naked in front of the mirror I examine myself. My eyes went down to the large patch of pubic hair. Jesus when was the last time I trimmed that?

I walked into the bathroom, I don't know why, but I reached into the drawer next to the sink, pulled out a scissors I had used for trimming my pubic hair before, lifted the toilet cover and straddled the toilet facing the tank, scooted back, spread my thighs wide apart, used my thumb, middle and index fingers to pull my pubic hair up and started to trim it as close as I could to the skin, letting the hair fall into the toilet bowl.

My mind went blank. I didn't question myself on why I was doing this. I continued to cut and trim making sure the hair around my pussy was thinned out and the same length. Finally satisfied, I stood up. Keeping my feet wide apart, I examined the uneven "V" around my pussy. I pulled the last remaining strands of hair away from my cunt, snipped them off. Examined myself again and flushed the pubic hair in the toilet away.

I turn on the shower. I let the water get hot and stepped into the tube. I put my head under the showerhead letting the water soak my hair, streaming down my face washing my thoughts away. I shampooed my hair, rinsed it out and used the conditioned. I lathered up with body washed. Paying attention to my underarms, my tits, underneath my tits. I reached down, scrub my pussy, my legs, and then I cleaned the crack my ass. I let the hot water wash the soap off me.

I stood for a few moments, my head turned up letting the hot water splash directly onto my face.

I turned my head away from the spray and bent over picking up my Lady Gillette razor and shaving cream. I shook the can, pressed the top and put a small bit of foam on my fingertips. I raised my right hand over my head and spread the cream onto my hairy armpit. I smiled at myself. I hadn't shaved my pits or legs in over two weeks. I mean, why bother, who was going to see them anyway.

It took a few swipes and a couple of rinses of the razor to clean the quarter inch of hair away from my pit. I ran my fingers over to feel its fresh smoothness. I then repeated the same routine on my other armpit.

Next, my legs. The razor cleaning my calves and thighs. As the shower rinsed off the excess foam, the skin on my legs gave off a sheen. I ran my fingers under my calf and over my inner thigh. I loved my skins freshly shaved soft, clean feel.

I straightened up. Without hesitation or really thinking of what I was doing, I placed the razor just above the slit of my pussy, which was now visible after I had cut off the excess pubic hair. I swiped up and then moved across making a straight edge on the top of my pussy. I spread my thighs opened wide and moved down the right side making a clean straight line, then the left. Keeping my thighs apart, I rinsed off my pubic area, admiring the straight classic "V" shape now surrounding my cunt.

I turned off the shower feeling fresh. I grabbed a towel and rubbed it over my hair and then wrapped it around my head in a turban. I took another towel and dried myself off than wrapped it around me covering my tits and it hung just covering my pussy.

I stood again in front of the full-length mirror. I let the towel drop. My sagging tits and the overall frumpy look of my body was still staring back at me, but my neatly trimmed muff was now my focus. I could clearly see the slit of my pussy. I stared at it feeling a warmth inside. I sighed, stepped back into the bathroom, unwrapped the turban on my head and set the towel on the sink. I plugged in the blow dryer and dried my hair. As I brushed my hair out, I liked the way it framed my face.

I ran my hands through its softness. I remembered Eric saying how he had always loved the way my hair smelled. Wait, when had he said that? I tried to remember. Was it at dinner, just a passing comment? I stared into the bathroom mirror, reached up and pushed some of my hair to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like strawberry. The scent of my shampoo and conditioner. Also, the same scent of the perfume he wants me to spray on. Again, I paused, when had he said that? Oh, maybe he said something about my scent when I went out with friends. That's it. He must have said that to me the last time I had a girl's night out with friends.

I glanced again in the mirror, smiled and walked out and into the bedroom. I opened the closet door glanced at my blouses, picked a white sleeveless button blouse, then reached over and took out a light blue cotton skirt and closed the door. I put the blouse on the bed, unzipped the side of the skirt, stepped into it, pulled it up and zipped it up over my hip then I reached over and put on the white blouse. I turned to look at myself in the full length mirror I thought to myself you look kinda nice. Then I thought wait, I forgot to put on a bra and panties. Then I shrugged and said to myself that I really don't need those. I looked down and saw a pair of my black slippers and I just slid them on. I glanced in the mirror and gave myself a quick up-and-down. I reached on to my vanity, picked up my strawberry scented perfume, spritzed some in the air around me and stepped into it. Again I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked kind of nice for an old lady and I walked out of the bedroom to the living room.

I was surprised to see Eric standing there next to the dining room chair. He smiled at me and said, "OK mom, are you ready to play again?"

I smiled back, "Sure, honey." I walked over and before I could sit down, he gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. "MMMMM mom, you smell so nice and I love what you're wearing." I felt myself plush, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and I sat in the chair, folding my hands in my lap. I looked up at him and thought, he is so sweet and he looks so cute.

He took out the chain and pendant, started swinging in front of me again and said, "OK mom your eyelids are getting heavy. Keep looking at the pendant. You're starting to get sleepy. Now you're falling asleep, a deep sleep. You're not going to remember anything that happens from now on while you're asleep, nod your head if you agree mom."

I nodded my head and sat still. I suddenly felt very tired as if he was really putting me to sleep.

Eric commanded softly, "OK mom I want you to get up and let's go to my bedroom."

I stood up and we walked together up the stairs down the hall into his room. I thought to myself, I'm dreaming again. I'm not actually walking down the hall with my son. I'm still sitting in the living room on the desk chair with my hands folded in my lap, right? Yet it all seemed so real.

"OK mom, now sit on the edge of the bed." he said politely. As if not in control of my own dream I sat down on the edge of the bed again putting my hands in my lap. I felt a prickly, tingly sensation all over me. I found myself licking my lips as I just stared at Eric.

Eric stood in front me, less than a foot away. He peeled off his T-shirt and unbuckled his jeans, pulled them off along with his underwear. The odorous combination of his stale body odor and pee escaped as he lowered his jeans. I inhaled my boys light pungent scent, surprisingly causing my pussy to moisten.

He stepped out of his jeans and lifted his feet one at a time and took off his socks. I stared at his young, semi-hard penis which was right at eye level. I licked my lips. He whispered, "Take my cock in your hand mom and with the other hand, cup my balls." Without hesitation, I reached up with my left hand. I wrapped my fingers around his stiffening dick and then with my other hand, I put his balls in its palm and gently squeezed it. He let out a soft moan and quietly said, "That's it mommy, just like that. Oh mom, that feels so good. Tell me you like doing this mommy, tell me."

In a monotone voice, I replied, "Yes honey, I like doing this to you. I like feeling your penis in my hand while I massage your testicles."

He replied breathlessly, "Oh God mommy, it feels so good. Now, mommy lean forward and suck the head of my cock into your mouth. Do it mommy. You want it mommy. You want to do it. You like how it feels in your mouth mommy. You want to suck on it. You want to make love to my cock, mommy."

I tilted my head forward and suck my son's circumcised helmet, now engorged, into my mouth. I licked the pee hole. I washed all around its head with my tongue. I wanted it. I needed it. Oh God, it felt so good in my mouth. I thought, it's what a mother was meant to do, to suck her son's cock, to make him feel good, to be under his control.

I felt this cock, stiffen and harden in my mouth. My fingers wrapped around the base still cupping his balls in my palm on my hand, massaging the area between his asshole and the base of his cock with my fingertips.

Suddenly his cock seemed to expand in my hand, the head of his cock grew larger. He put his hands on my head, his fingers tangled in my hair and he cried out, "Oh God mommy, I can't hold it. Oh God mommy, I can't hold it."

He started to pump his cum into my mouth down my throat. I knew that taste from my first dream. I swallowed it greedily, hungrily. I wanted it. I wanted to savor every drop of it my precious little boy semen he was feeding me. Feeding his mother his young, warm sticky, musky cum. He held my head tight tightly as he kept pumping his sperm into my mouth and down my throat. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head in place. I could hear him breathing heavily softly, grunting with each pulsating release. He had orgasmed so quickly, just like the first time and like young boys tend to do.

He eased his grip of my hair. His breathing became shallower. His cock started to grow limp. He pulled my head back and with a slight giggle, he said, "OK mommy, let go of my cock now, it tickles."

I did as he asked, letting loose of his dick and precious balls. His now limb cock slipping from my mouth and some cum dripping down onto my chin. I looked up at my little boy.

Would he wake me from my dream now as he had done before. I looked up at him. The perceived fresh taste of his cum still on my tongue. He was smiling down at me. He said, "That was good mommy. I liked that a lot. Now mommy, get up and lay on the bed."

I got up and laid down on the bed on my stomach. I heard him laugh, "No mom, lay on your back."

I turned over and lay on my back. I closed my eyes. My arms at my sides and my feet about a foot apart.

I felt at peace, a calmness. Why these erotic dreams about my son? But in these dreams, and the had to be dreams, I was pleasing him, satisfying his needs and maybe my own. My own wants and desires that had laid dormant and hidden from me for so long. His hypnotic spell freeing them, freeing me.

Eric's sweet voice gently guided me to the next part of the dream. "Mom, unbutton your blouse."

My hands reached over me and I tugged open seven buttons of my blouse and put my hands again to my sides. I could feel Eric climbing on the bed next to me. He flipped open my blouse. My large tits flattened against my chest and sagged over each side of me.

He scooted closer. "Mom, put your hands over your head." I obeyed. Now I could smell my own body odor escaping from my armpits. I had not put on any deodorant. I wasn't told too, just the perfume. Wait, why did I do that? Was I obeying the suggestions my son had given me in my first dream?

My attention turned to my son's hands as I felt them begin to knead my breast. Pushing them onto my chest. He sighed out loud, "God mother, they are so soft, so warm, so heavy." He mushed them together, gently playing with them. His thumb and index fingers found my nipples and started to tweak them, squeezing them together. His voice echoed with discovery, "Wow, they're getting harder and longer! You like this mom, don't you?"

My eyes still closed, enjoying my sons manipulation of my tits, I sighed softly, "Yes honey, mommy likes it."

His hands and fingers paused. I heard him actually giggle, his voice in a slightly higher pitch, "He-He-He-He, God, I can't believe I'm doing this and mom has no idea what's going on. Damn, this would blow Ben's mind." He then continued to play with my tits like they were mounds of soft clay.

He moved one hand off my left tit and kept his other hand resting on the right as he moved to lay on the bed next to me. I felt his naked, warm skin press against my left side of my body. His right thigh moved on top of my skirt covered left thigh. I could feel his penis start to stiffen through the fabic covering my thigh. A teen boys recuperative sexual prowess evident, even when he's full-filling his sexual, needs, wants and experimentations with his mother.