Hypnotising my son

Hypnosis was always a hobby of mine, I always loved it and until he died, my husband loved letting me practise in him.

Ever since his father died, my son has been extremely badly behaved, and not in the way many children would act out- he’s not even a child. He acts like he’s in charge of me and that he’s superior. He makes me do so much work and he lazes around the house all day.

So I’ve decided that enough is enough. It’s time that he treats me with the respect I deserve. I birthed him! I raised him! I deserve respect.

I decide that the easiest way to do this will be to somehow get him in a trance without him realising it so that he’s open to any and all my suggestions. So, I send him a link to what appears to be an advert for a new video game but is actually full of spirals simply to get the viewer in a trance.

I get a notification from the website saying ‘Actions complete. Target is in a trance state ready for your commands.’ I practically squeal! I go upstairs and peak into his room. Sure enough he’s staring at the wall, his phone discarded and he’a drooling. It worked!!

I turn off his phone and move it to his bedside table. I observe him properly for a moment. While it’s a shame he never had any respect for me, a small part of me is glad that it has come to this. He looks a lot like his father after all.

The trance he’s in now is very light, if I give him a suggestion that is too he’ll come out of it and I can’t have that. Luckily I can easily put him in a deep enough trance to get him to do and become whatever I want. So I just need to make sure that he’ll allow me to do that. “When I release you from this trance by snapping my fingers, you will not question why I am here or what has happened. Everything will appear completely normal to you.” He nods. “Whenever I ask you to look at something you will look at it and stay quiet until I command you otherwise.” He nods.

That’s all I need for now. The rest I can take care of. But I can’t help but be a tad curious. I manoeuvre his body so he’s in my lap. I pull down his sweatpants and boxers and get a look at his cock.