I learned hypnosis to entertain our friends at the swinger parties my wife and I attend several times a month. I had no idea that it would eventually take me down the path to the ultimate taboo.
I was extremely popular at swinger parties after I gave my first hypnosis demonstration. Husbands asked me to use hypnosis to alter their wives' behaviors. One frustrated husband had begged his wife for years to give him some ass. I hypnotized her and convinced her that she wanted a dick up her ass more than anything in the world. A few minutes later, a dozen cheering couples gathered to watch her sodomized for the first time. The husband was so grateful that he thanked me by allowing me to have seconds. I also cured a woman of the wasteful habit of spitting out nutritious cum, and succeeded in getting several straight women to go down on their girlfriends. It's amazing what you can do with hypnosis.
I hypnotized my wife to help her kick the cigarette habit, and, without her knowledge, took advantage of the opportunity to rid her of some of her annoying personality disorders. Thanks to hypnosis, I ended up with a much better wife.
When my adorable mother learned of my "mystical powers", she asked me to hypnotize her to relieve pain in her lower back. I was able to do that and much more, but before I proceed I want to tell you a little about her. She was fifty years old at the time this happened, but she could have passed for thirty. Divorcing my father was the best thing she ever did. By the time her lawyers finished with him, half of his enormous wealth was in her bank account. Wealthy women can pamper themselves, and she did. She maintained her looks the way a first-rate mechanic maintains his cars. Her beauty was like a fine wine that only gets better with age. Her wrinkle-free face was framed by curly brown hair cut in a stylish fashion. She never went without makeup. Every morning she dutifully applied mascara, lipstick, and eye shadow to her face the way an artist applies paint to a canvas. She was frequently mistook for movie star Debbie Reynolds.
Mom proved to be an excellent subject for hypnosis. Our first three or four sessions were uneventful. I put her in a deep trance, and then suggested that when she awoke she would not feel pain in her lumbar region. It worked like a charm, but the treatment had to be repeated every week or so.
I believe it was during our fifth session that I decided to take things to the next level. I had fantasized about fucking her for as long as I could remember. Now, with so much power over her, the temptation to "experiment" was overwhelming.
I started the session with a brisk massage of her entire back. She removed her blouse to reveal her glorious tits clad in a skimpy black bra. My cock hardened as I stared at the cleavage. It looked so inviting - the perfect place to warm a cock on a cold winter day. I straddled her back as she lay face down on the bed. By the time I unhooked the bra, I had a perfect boner. I dribbled a stream of baby oil down her spine, then smoothed it out all over her perfect back. I rubbed her back for thirty minutes, and would have shot my load in my pants if I had continued for a few more. "Let's get on with it," she said. I hooked her bra and she slipped back into her blouse. The massage had put her in a very relaxed state conducive to hypnosis.
"Mom, I'm going to count backward from ten to one. With each count, you will become drowsier and more relaxed. By the time I reach the count of one, you will be in a very deep state of hypnosis."
I began counting, and Mom responded immediately. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head began to sag. She slumped back in her comfortable chair. By the time I reached the count of one, Mom was in the deepest trance yet. It was then that I began to think about conducting a few "experiments".
"Mom, when I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes, but you will remain in a deep trance."
Her eyes opened right on cue.
"Mom, everything that happens from now on is only in your imagination. You will not remember it when you wake up because it did not happen. There is a hundred-dollar bill in your panties next to your vagina. Lift your skirt, pull down your panties, and look for it."
Like a puppet on my strings, my beautiful mother did exactly as I ordered. She hoisted her skirt above her waist, slipped her panties down her thighs, and searched for the elusive currency. Her cunt was perfect, just like the rest of her. She sported a full bush, just as nature intended, with every hair contained in a perfect triangle. I had once overheard her tell a friend that when she went to her hairdresser she had both the top and bottom tended to. Now, staring at her immaculately groomed pussy, I believed it.
Mom was digging around in the folds of her pussy looking for the money. I knew that she would stay at it until I told her to stop. Her lust soon kicked in. The search ended and outright masturbation began. What a glorious sight it was! Mom sat there with her legs spread wide and shamelessly jilled her pussy as though her life depended on it. I had her right where I wanted her. Did I have the balls to take things to the next level?
"Mom, I'm going to look for the money. You can't seem to find it."
