Hypnotizing mom

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You are called John. You are 18 years old.

Your mom is called Lily. She is 36 years old. She has long brown hair that goes down to the bra strap on her back; gorgeous brown eyes; soft white skin; 34 D cup boobs; a clean shaven pussy; a slim waist and she is 5 foot 4.

You've never had a dad. He knocked up your mom when she was just 18. Then, when he found out she was pregnant, he ran away, never to be seen again. For this reason, you and your mom have always been very close; you have always had each other to rely on.

You've always fancied your mom. So do your friends, but who can blame them? You have dreamt about fucking her for years; maybe that's why these past couple of months you've been learning hypnosis. You are quite knowledgeable now but, you've never actually tried it on someone yet. You need someone who is close, someone who trusts you. Your mom.

You go to your mom's bedroom and knock on the already open door.

"Mom?" You ask.

"Yes John?" She asks as you let yourself into her room.

"You know I have been learning hypnosis for a couple of months now, right?" You query.

"Of course. What about it?" She asks.

"W-well" You stutter. "I need s-someone to practice on. I was thinking, m-maybe i could practice on you?" You ask nervously.

"Of course you can!" She says almost enthusiastically. "I don't see why not" She adds.

"Oh wow. Thanks mom!" You say happily.

"You're welcome honey" She says politely. "What do I need to do?" She asks curiously.

You take out your pendulum from your pocket. "Just sit back, relax, watch the pendulum as I sway it and just listen to my words" You say in an almost commanding way.

"Okay" She agrees, sitting herself down on the edge of her bed.

You start swaying the pendulum; your mom's dark and mysterious eyes watching every sway as you start to hypnotize her.

*3 minutes later*

Your mom is now leaning forwards, almost like she is being drawn into the rhythmic sways of the pendulum. With her arms dangling loose by the sides of her legs, her eyes half open and spit drooling out of her slightly open mouth, she is clearly gone. Completely entranced by the pendulum and your words.

Her purple blouse is pretty loose fitting and has a very low cut, you can't take your eyes off her amazing cleavage now on show. If only she wasn't wearing that shirt, or that bra, or...anything for that matter. You decide it is time to trance her.

"From now on, when i say the word 'trance', you will go into a deep trance" You command. "Do you understand?" You ask almost rhetorically. She mindlessly nods her head in agreement.

"Trance!" You order. And with that, she slumps down into her own lap. Now in a trance, she is completely suggestible.