Hypnotizing Mom

"Mom." Eric spoke softly, waking me.

He was standing in my bedroom doorway, smiling. "Don't bother to get dressed, come on down, I fixed breakfast for us."

He was gone before I could answer. I raised my hands over my head and yawned. My shoulders ached, so did my arms. I pushed off the covers, swung my feet and legs off the bed. My whole body felt sore, like I had been working out the day before. Why was I so achy?

I stepped into the bathroom to pee. I flushed the toilet and started to wash my hands. There was a wash cloth with makeup stains on the counter. I picked it up thinking, how did this get here? I looked at myself in the mirror. For a brief instant, I saw a masscara tear stained image of my face staring back at me. I took a step back, looked again and saw my makeup free reflection, showing all 40 some years. There was a strange, bitter, taste in my mouth. I brushed my teeth to get rid of it. Ran my tongue over my teeth after I rinsed, announcing to myself that felt better.

My thoughts flickered. What happened last night? I was watching a movie, drinking wine. oh yes, I pilfered one of Eric's joints. I laughed out loud as I slipped on my slippers and headed down the hall. Oh God, what did I dream? The word, "BITCH," echoed in my head as I walked into the kitchen. Eric was putting my coffee mug on the kitchen table, looked at me and sighed, "Mom, you look gorgeous. Sit, have your coffee. Your eggs will be ready in a minute."

I sat down, looking at my boy's back as he worked at the stove. He had on a blue, long-sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers. I lifted the mug, blew away some steam and took a sip. The taste bit into the minty flavor of the toothpaste.

Eric turned and put two plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, jellied toast and hash browns on the table. He grinned, "Hope they're okay."

I cooed, "Oh honey, it's perfect," as I took my first bite.

He rambled on about his gaming day at Bens. I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I was to busy looking at his young maturing face. How handsome of a man he was becoming. A tinge of anger and jealousy flashed through me as I thought of some girl getting her dirty, filthy claws into him.

"Mom? Earth to mom." Eric's voice brought me back to the kitchen. "You okay? I'm a little worried about you."

I smiled, "I'm fine, I'm fine, just thinking about a trip I have to finalize for a client." It was a lie, but a good one.

We finished eating. "Mom, you take your coffee and go relax in the living room, I'll cleanup in here."

I asked, "You sure?", hoping he was.

"Get out," he said playfully as I left.

I sat on the couch looking blankly at the dark TV screen.

I felt Eric behind me, leaning on against the couch. He had a concerned edge in his voice, "Mom, you've been acting, I don't know, not yourself lately. You sure you're alright? Is something bothering you?"

I shrugged, looked overy shoulder at him and said, reassuringly, "Yes dear, I'm fine, it's just work." I rolled my head from side to side, trying to relax my tight neck muscles.

As if Eric knew what I was doing, he said, "Here mom, let me help." His hands were on the top of my shoulders. His fingers rubbing around my collar bone, his tumbs digging into my back above my shoulder blades.

I shut my eyes letting my son's fingers absorb the discomfort around my neck. I sighed as he continued his tempered assault on my discomfort.

He whispered in my ear, "Mom, I'll be right back."

I laid my head on the back of the couch, eyes closed, missing my boys touch.

I heard him say softly, "Here mom, lay on the floor."

I opened my eyes to see him spreading towels out on in front of the coffee table. I stood, walked around the table, went to my knees. Eric instructed me gently, "Take off your pajama top and lay on your tummy. I won't look."

I glanced at him, his back was turned. I pulled off my top and lay on the white cotton towels. My breasts smashed into the floor. i could feel them spilling out on each side of me.

Again his soft voice, "Raise your head just a little mom." As I did he slid a rolled up pillow for me to rest my forehead on.

I closed my eyes. My arms stretched tight against my sides to conceal the exposed bulge of my squashed breasts.

Eric knelt beside me. I could feel his jeans rub against my arm. He brushed the hair off my back and neck. Then his hands massaged my shoulders. They were warm and slippery. My darling boy, had put body lotion on his hands, warmed it by rubbing his hands together and now coated the skin around the base of my neck. I knew the scent of the lotion, he must of retrieved it when he went to get the towels from my bathroom.

He pressed his palms hard into the fleshy muscle between my shoulders and neck, twisting them ever so slightly. "Gee, mom, you're really tight. You need to relax, not take work so seriously."

I murmured a low, "Ah-huh", as I agreed with him as I enjoyed his manipulations.

His fingers moved to the back of my neck. His thumbs pressed hard and made small circles just below my hairline.

My whole body relaxed under the tender compression of my son's hands. My breathing was shallow, my eyes closed. The quiet of the room surrounded me.

He moved his hands away and I lay still and thought the massage was over. But he laid his hands between my shoulder blades with a fresh, warm layer of lotion.

He forced the base of the palm of his hands deep into my flesh. Causing a little pain but feeling oh so good. He moved his hands into a ball and started to slowly run his knuckles up and down my back on either side of my spine. He pressed down harder, as his hands continued their journey all the way down to the small of my back, just to where to top of my pajama bottom. Then they traveled back up. I felt as if I was melting with each stroke, up and down my back.

He placed his thumbs on the lowest part of my spine and he alternated pressing and slightly rotating his thumbs on each vertebra. He worked his way up my back, paying attention to each knob of my spine. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. It sent a shiver through me. He continued till he reached to top of my spine and massaged the base of my neck for a minute and then repeated touching each vertebra as he worked down my back.

He again lubed up his hands and with he put the space between his thumb and forefinger and dug into my back working up and then down. Applying just enough pressure between pain and pleasure as he had before.

He broke the silence with a soft request, "Mom, put your hands over your head." I obeyed without hesitation. Whatever Eric wanted, I would do.

He moved his finger along my side, just barely touching the side of my tits that spilled out from under me. He slid his hands up easily on my sides. God, it felt so good.

He stopped abruptly. I could hear rustling as he changed position. I felt something on my ass and then his sweet voice again. "Mom, reach back and hold the towel."

I moved my hands from over my head and he guided my fingers to a towel he had placed just above my waste. I took hold of the towel with my thumbs and forefingers.

With a lighthearted tone, "Okay mom, hold tight. I'm going to pull off your pajama's and I knew you'd be embarrassed if I saw your butt."

I felt him tugging on the pant legs to my pj's and l lifted my hips up so they would slide off me. Now I lay completely naked on the floor, except for the towel that was coving my ass. I felt helpless, exposed to my son except for a towel. A slight twinge in my vaginia an affect of my vulnerability.

He lifted my right foot off the floor, bending my leg at the knee. His hands again covered in lotion as he gave me a delicious foot massage. Rubbing my instep, arch, twisting gently each toe, pressing hard into my heel and then up my ankle and he repeated the manipulation of my foot over again. He slowly lowered that foot and repeated the same glorious foot massage of the other.

He paused, renewed the lotion and moved up one calf and then the other, taking care to rub his knuckles and palms over every inch. He then pushed my knees apart and started the same technique on my thighs. I held my breath as he went higher and higher up my inner thighs. His thumbs pulling the top of my thighs apart. I could feel my pussy lips separate. I took a breath and held it. Could he see my pussy under the towels edge? How far up would my son's probing fingers go? But he moved his hands down my thighs, over the back of my knees and calves, I exhaled.

He moved his hands off me. I heard him move around me and was about to get up thinking the massage was over, when he sat above my head and softly requested, "Mom, put your hands over your head again."

I did as he wanted and glanced up. He was sitting cross legged at my head. He was only wearing his boxers. When did he strip off his shirt and jeans. I took a deep breath, that sounded like a sigh and lowered my forehead back onto the towel.

He took one of my hands and massaged each finger and my palm and wrist and then switched to the other hand. He moved from my head and with a little trembling apparent in his voice, "Mom, turn over. Here's another towel to put over your chest, okay? You can use the towel covering your butt to cover your..." He didn't complete the phrase, as if he was embarrassed, continued. "I'll turn around, tell me when you're ready.

My mind swirled as I thought, 'after all we've done this past week, he can't say pussy, he can't admit he wants to look at me? Or maybe what I've thought we've done had all been a dream, just vivid, incestuous filled visions. He was still my innocent little boy.'

I turned, covered myself and said, "Okay honey."

He stood over me, eyeing me as I lay on the floor. He took a breath and sighed, "God, mom, you are so beautiful. You know that?"

I smiled up at him, "Thank you sweetheart," and I closed my eyes.

I felt his hand on the top of my feet and he moved up my legs. His fingers worked on, played with my flesh. As he moved up his knees, his thighs, forced my knees farther apart. He gave the top of my thighs extra attention, plying them. He moved higher, forcing my thighs even wider apart. He focused on my inner thighs. As he moved his hands higher, I felt the towel rising. I wondered if he was getting a look at my pussy slit. I kept my eyes closed.

His hands left me. I felt him move to my right side as his fingers now pressed into my abdomen, below my bellybutton. He moved down, pushing the top of the towel further off me. He stopped his fingers tips just at the top of my pubic hair. His hands moved up onto my stomach, then higher. He paused, at the edge of the towel that covered my flat, heavy tits.

I inhaled deeply as his hands went under the towel and he started to massage my right tit with both his hands. He was so gentle. He pushed it up onto my chest, tenderly fondled it, played with it.

He slid his hands across my chest to the other tit. Took the sagging flesh from my side and repeated his caring touch. I tilted my head back, my breathing now uneven.

He moved his hands away and moved down to my feet again. "Turn over again mom." He said with a little more conviction in his voice.

I turned, letting the towels fall off me. My backside completely exposed to my son. He knelt between my calves, moved his knees up my legs, forceing my thighs apart. I felt his hands on my ass, one on each cheek. He massaged his fingers into the mounds of my butt. He pulled on my ass cheeks holding them apart. I knew he could see my asshole. Then I felt his face buried between the crack of my ass. I felt his hot breath, then his tongue, licked my asshole. I had never felt anything like it before. Each nerve of my anal opening was tingling. I didn't want it to stop. It was pure euphoria. His tongue, dancing, probing my ass. I murmured an audible, OOOOHHHHH. He continued to drive me to a height of delight, ecstasy and stimution I never knew existed with his tongue. My son was making love to my ass.

I felt his fingers start to probe my vagina from underneath. I knew I was wet. A single finger slid into my pussy. He came up for air and then dove right back between my ass mounds. He was so loving, caring, no violence, no forcefulness. I lay still letting him manipulate me, letting him fulfill this desire. He was unlocking a pleasure in me I never knew existed.

He raised his head and breathlessly said, "Oh God mom, you don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you."

I took that instant to flip quickly over onto my back. I looked up at my son, he had a wanting look on his face. I said meekly, "Eric, make love to me." I opened my legs wide around him. I reached up to him. He moved down. I put both hands on his neck, bringing his face to mine and we kissed deeply. The unmistakable taste and smell of my ass on my boy's lips and face.

As we kissed, I felt the head of his cock push into my pussy lips, finding its opening, he slowly bored into me. The mere act of penetration, nature's proof of a male's sexual dominance over a female. I moved my thighs farther apart. My knees bent; my feet lifted off the floor. My son sliced his cock into my well lubricated pussy and he started to rock back and forth. My feet dangled in the air with each thrust. He wasn't ramming his cock into mother. He was stroking it in and out of my pussy. My son wasn't fucking me; he was making love to me.

Our lips molded together in a soft tender kiss. He ran his tongue over my gums. We breathed into each other's mouths. Our tongues slipped and danced together. He moved his head up, breaking our kiss, only to continue to kiss my cheek, then playfully kiss and tongue the side of my nose. His lips delicately brushed against my eye lids. He moved his head over paused briefly at my ear that made me giggle like a little teenage girl. He moved down on to my neck, sucking and licking it so passionately, it made my toes curl. He sucked hard on the lower side of my neck. His teeth felt like they were sinking into me. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head in place.

Then he pushed his head up and off me with his forearms. He locked his elbows in place and looked lovingly down at me. My large sagging tits moving gently to the rhythm of his hard, youthful cock steadily slicing the insides of my pussy walls apart.

I wrapped my feet around his back, locking my ankles in place. My fingernails clawed lightly on his back. His expression changed. His solid manhood, planted firmly deep inside my cunt, expanded. I knew my baby was about to cum and I wanted to cum with him.

He gritted his teeth and let out a grunt as the first spasm of cum escaped his cock. My back arched as my own orgasm met his. Mine was a steady, contraction of my vagina's inside, while his dick pulsated inside me, filling me with his spunk. His cock swelled, then compressed with each ejaculation.

As our intense moment together slowly faded, he moved his weight off me, whispering, "Mom, I love you."

Looking into his big brown eyes I told him I loved him too.

I stroked his hair and we kissed. We lay together. I was on my back and my Eric was on his side. Our warm bodies pressed against each other. His right leg over my thighs. The sweet and sour smell of our bodies and sex wafted around us. Holding each other in a relaxed embrace, we fell asleep.

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I woke up on the couch. I was laying with my head on the couch's arm. A crotchet blanket covered me. I was in my pj's. My knees bent and my toes inches from Eric. He sat next to the other arm of the couch. He was fully dressed too. He was clicking away on his iPhone, stopped, looked at me and gently asked, "Well, mom, enjoy your nap?"

I looked around the room, sheepishly questioned, "Nap, what?"

He smiled broadly, "Yes nap, and you snore. You fell asleep while I was massaging your shoulders, so I covered you up and let you sleep. It's almost noon."

I again looked around the room and sat up, keeping the blanket covering me. I asked myself softly, "That was a dream?"

Eric added, "What, me rubbing your shoulders?"

I gave him a quick glance, "No, that we...". I stopped myself, flustered, "Nothing, I don't remember." But I did remember. I swore I could smell the fragrance of us being together, it still lingered in the room.

Eric gave me an odd look as I stood. I put the blanket on the back of the couch and announced, "I have to pee."

He didn't answer, but looked down at his phone, as I walked out of the room.

I went into the hall bathroom which Eric uses. I closed the door, pulled down my bottoms and sat on the toilet. Next to his hamper I noticed a pile of towels. I thought, 'That's odd, I had just cleaned his laundry out yesterday.'

I stood, flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. Next to his sink was the bottle of my body lotion. 'What was it doing there, in here?'

I looked at myself in the mirror. More questions; 'Did Eric and I....? When did I put my pj's back on, did I ever take them off? How did I get back on the couch?'

My eyes opened wide. There, on the base of the side of my neck was a bruise, a hickey. I said out loud, "Oh dear God, what is going on? What is happening to me. The towels, lotion, this mark on my neck?"

I walked out of the hall bathroom, down the hall to my room. Unreal, graphic, incestuous images of the past week flashed before me.

I sat on the edge of my bed. Looking straight ahead, I saw myself in the full-length mirror. My reflection showed me a woman in her 40's, sitting in her pajamas and her hands folded in her lap. But the image didn't tell me what I should do. I asked myself that very question as I tugged my pajama top over my head. For the past week, I'd been begging and praying that these imagined sinful acts of perversion would cease. Now, I sat here looking at myself in the mirror, thoughts, questions, swirled around me. I wondered, asking myself, if I really wanted these dreams, images, to end? Did I want them to be real? Were they real? Did I want for them to stop. Did I deeply desire my son and did he truly want me, to dominate me, use me, control me, own me, his mother?

I shut my eyes tight. So confused, I thought, feared, yet hoped, "Ending? It's only beginning."

(To be continued...)