Chapter 1: Mother Dearest

Awoken from your dream you were hesitant to test it. But as an explorer by nature, you knew the debate of will I won’t I would not last. Even if the moral debate did bother you for some time, you were well aware of the type of person you are internally. You would sink into temptation sooner or later.

Knowing this you did a quick risk and reward analysis of how to play this out.

Worst case scenario, I just had the biggest trip ever on a natural high. Best case scenario I am damn near God for women. You smirked as you rubbed your chin, you liked those odds.

For now, it’s best to go about my normal routine and see how this new power could have implemented itself. You conclude before making way towards your full body mirror on the opposite side of your medium sized room.

As you stepped into view you examined your body wondering if the power changed you at all. “Nope, still the above average body of an inconsistent half Samoan gym bro. I guess my meat does feel longer though.” You look to the heavens and kiss two fingers before displaying them to the sky. A silent thank you to the being that blessed you.

You still hold slight skepticism as you are unsure if the effect of growth is because of what is referred to as a second puberty. After all, you are only 19 years old. You dress in your loose-fitting basketball shorts and nothing more.

Mom always says to be fully presentable at all times even when home, just in case. I guess this is a good harmless test. Most I can get as punishment is told to go change and a slap on the back of my head. You pondered as you made your way out of your room.

Your mother, Amelia, did good with your lives. A 43 year old woman who’s upper middle class because of her own merit. She held a decent position in her office job but rivaled her boss in both influence and efficiency. She managed to afford a two story home with four bedrooms. One your own sleeping quarters, another hers, the third and fourth being your man cave and her office space respectively.

Her office and the guest bathroom were the only isolated rooms downstairs and knowing how much of a workaholic your mom is you could guess that is where she was. You let your footsteps echo from the stairs as you approached the door to your mothers office. With a knock you heard her stern yet warm voice respond.

“Come in honey.” Her voice was like warm honey.

Despite how serious and goal oriented she was, your mother never forgot she was indeed a mother.

You entered inside and immediately wondered how to work your new ability. You could implant suggestions, but how? Was there a secret phrase or something to initiate it? Would it happen if you accidentally say something random that you don’t entirely mean?

Your mother notices your hesitation to speak and your shiftlessness and is about to respond before you remember what you were here to test. As you are about to speak the world around you turns into an icy grey and lines of sectioned dialogue appear before you.

(1) Oh come on, mom. We both know I look to sexy to be a bother. (Lust +1) (1.5x)

(2) Enjoying the show, aren’t ya. (Lust +2) (1.5x)

(3) Good enough to eat off of, aren’t I? (Love +3) (1.5x)

(4) Is that a blush I see? I’m making your pretty heart flutter. (Love +5) (1.5x)

This was extremely odd. All options had varying degrees of innuendo, but some leaned more towards outright sexualization than others.

Wait! How did I activate this? Because I had the purpose of using the power when I speak? With no concrete evidence you went with that guess for now and contemplated the results of each choice.

The magic man never mentioned anything about backlashes, but I can’t go for something too tame or else I won’t know how well this really works! With this in thought you come to a daring but not outright insane choice.

Your body could not move from its position; however, your eyes had no such restriction. Overlooking your mother you took in her beauty as you loved to do every day.

An Ethiopian goddess. Smooth curly hair that silhouetted her shoulders as it draped to her mid back. Full luscious brown lips and her cat like eyes that pierced you in all the best ways. She was a beautiful and fit woman standing at 5’8 ft and sporting a well toned body. As of recent years however it has grown more plump since the passing of your father. She lost her motivation to work out when her life partner was gone, and she had to take up this office job to keep you both afloat.

Even in her home office she remained professionally dressed. Freshly starch ironed grey slacks, a white blouse and a black blazer to cover it. Fully buttoned of course as it did its best to hold in all of her womanliness.

You were caught by surprise as you saw certain statistics sitting above her head.

Amelia Carter:

Age (43)

Relation (Mother)

Love: 100

Lust: 2

Is 100 a lot? I have nothing to base this off of! I shouldn’t be surprised her lust is close to zero, my base attractiveness is probably why it sits at two. Even a mother can acknowledge if her son is attractive. You think as you pick an option of dialogue.

“Enjoying the show, aren’t ya.” You smirk and **** your mom to stammer as she chokes on her words.

Wait, actually. Even better idea! You think as you perform your intended visual signal for hypnosis. Bringing two fingers to your wrist and tapping it twice. Immediately Amelia’s face slumps as her expression becomes neutral.

“Holy hell it works!” You scream, elated. You take a quick victory lap around her office to release all of your happiness before you land in front of your mother once again.

Approaching her desk you lower yourself to be eye level with her and speak. “Mom, can you hear me?”

You receive no response. Hm, odd. How do those hypno therapists usually do it? Maybe I need to say her name directly? You ponder.

“Amelia Carter, can you hear me?” You ask. This time you receive the hoped for response.

“Yes…” She spoke softly.

Smiling at the confirmation of your theory you decide to get to work.

“Amelia Carter, the comfort of your son James Carter brings you immense happiness.” You said as your head filled with ideas for how far you would push this. Your mother was never mean or overly strict in a crazy way, just a stickler for the rules even when they didn’t necessarily apply. So for the time being you had no intention of completely erasing her or punishing her. Just some wholesome home fun.

“The comfort of my son brings me immense happiness…” She trailed.

“Repeat that until you feel it in your very soul.”

She did as commanded for five minutes, it was nice to know your hypnosis had effectively no time limit. You made a mental note that trying it in the privacy of an isolated room would work wonders if you ever decided to live life on easy mode.

“Now, your son is more comfortable when he can dress casually. He is his most comfortable when he wears less and less clothes.” You said earning a nod of confirmation from Amelia.

“You want James to be comfortable, right?” You asked.

“Yes, his comfort brings me immense happiness…” She answered.

“So you will encourage and hope for him to be his most comfortable, which is when he feels comfortable enough to wear less clothing.” You commanded while fighting off a heinous laugh.

If she could hear the bullshit I’m spouting right now I would be so dead! The joke ran rampant through your mind but you held yourself together as you had a goal in mind.

“I will encourage him to be more comfortable…” She said.

You nodded before coming to a sudden realization, “How do I want her to make me more comfortable?” You asked yourself as you rubbed your chin.

Her lust is still low so even if I had her do something sexual for me she wouldn’t enjoy it. More than likely she would rationalize it as just being a good mother. Though that is sexy in itself… You wondered for some moments before snapping your fingers with a solution.

“To make James more comfortable you will constantly provide him with overt and intimate physical and verbal affection. You will crave his comfort and feel like you are doing something wrong if he seems uncomfortable.” You implemented the command that would change your home life forever.

“I will be overtly affectionate and intimate with James and crave his comfort…” She said.

With that, you decided to see the effects of what you had done and performed your signal to end the hypnosis, two golf claps.