Hypno-Son

This story is a work of fiction.

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This is a true story. My son Arnie was nineteen and going to a small college in our city, not far from where we lived at the time. He was staying at home to save money and avoid having to do his own laundry. I guess you might call Arnie a nerd, although physically he's well-built and strong. It's more his interests and hobbies that would brand him a nerd. He likes comics, computers, and video games, and he's really into magic.

That's how our adventure got started -through magic.

One of Arnie's favorite magicians was doing a show at a small theater downtown and Arnie just had to go, and he wanted me to come too. I'm no fan of magic shows, but I hadn't been to the theater in ages and I thought it might be fun to dress up, so I bought us the tickets.

Arnie was very excited for our 'date' and he wore his good suit. I wore a black dress with some of my good jewelry. I had my hair pulled up in a loose twist, and wore some red lipstick. We were both looking our best, and Arnie said that since it was a date he wanted to drive, which was cute.

As it turned out we were both overdressed for the show. There were a lot of people in blue jeans, and I even saw one lady in sweatpants. The magician, The Great Saltini, was pretty good -he had a way of drawing your attention to the corniness of a magic show while also expecting you to be amazed by the magic, which was actually very impressive. Arnie could probably explain how all of it was done, but that didn't ruin the show for him at all.

Toward the middle of the show The Great Saltini said he was going to demonstrate the powers of the subconscious mind through hypnosis, and that he needed a volunteer from the audience. Arnie's hand shot straight up and he was called down to the stage. I was a little nervous that it wouldn't work or that Arnie would be humiliated in some way, but I figured that the magician knew what he was doing.

It started pretty typically with Arnie sitting in a chair and being told to relax. The Great Saltini held up a gold coin and told Arnie to stare at it and concentrate on the sound of his voice. he gave Arnie some relaxing images to picture and then told him that when he was finished counting down from 20 he would do whatever he was told and remember nothing.

I was afraid it hadn't worked when he got to zero and there was no visible change in Arnie, but The Great Saltini told Arnie to stand on one leg and bark like a dog, and Arnie did it without hesitation. The audience laughed and I laughed along with them. My son was a hit. Next he told Arnie that he was a baby in a crib and Arnie laid down and made baby noises and when The Great Saltini told him he was hungry, he cried loudly until the magician put a pacifier in his mouth. He also gave him a rattle to play with and I must say Arnie looked pretty funny and the audience thought so too.

I knew the hypnosis was real at that point because Arnie was not that good of an actor. There was no way my son could do a baby impression that well in front of an audience if he wasn't hypnotized.

The Great Saltini put two chairs facing each other and told Arnie to lay between them, stiff as a board. He put his head on one and his heels on the other and somehow stayed completely straight all the way across. He called up a girl from the audience who he had stand on Arnie's stomach, and Arnie held her there without the least sign of strain. The act was starting to creep me out at that point. That was my son up there.

The Great Saltini let the girl go and solicited a round of applause for my son and then asked if the audience had any suggestions on what to make him do. Someone called out to make him strip, but the magician said that would be unethical. I called out to make him clean his room and the audience laughed. The Great Saltini seemed intrigued and called me down to the stage. I was nervous, but I headed down. He asked my name and if I was Arnie's mother. I told him I was.

"And this young man keeps a messy room?"

"Yeah," I said, "it's a pigsty."

"Can't you have the lad's father speak to him?"

"If I knew where the sonuvabitch was." I said, getting a big laugh.

"Oh, I see." The Great Saltini said. "Does the young man help out around the house? Does he ever do the dishes or yard work?"

"Ha, not likely." I said, feeling comfortable on stage now and getting another laugh.

"Well I think we can remedy this little situation right here and now, would you like to do that?"

"You mean you'll give him a hypnotic suggestion to help around the house?"

"I could," he said, "but I had something much better in mind. I'm going to speak directly to Arnie now but when I point to you I'd like you to say one word 'Rotunda'. I will speak directly to Arnie again and when I point to you a second time I'd like you to say 'Balderdash'. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Rotunda, Balderdash."

The Great Saltini turned his attention to my son. "Arnie, from this day forward when you hear the word-" he pointed to me.

"Rotunda." I said.

"-spoken by that voice, the voice of your mother, you will enter the state you are in now, a hypnotic state. You will do whatever your mother tells you to do, without question or comment, until she says the word-" He pointed at me again.

"Balderdash."

"-at which point you will emerge from your hypnotic state and you will remember nothing of the intervening period , do you understand?"

"Yes." He said.

"Good. Every time your mother activates this hypnotic state it will be reinforced and the connections I've established will be made stronger. The effect will never wear off, is that clear?"

"Yes." He said.

The magician turned to the audience. "I would like everyone here to understand that I would never set up a hypnotic connection between two people without considering the ethical problems it poses. The reason I feel that it is acceptable in this situation is that this is the boy's mother. She can be trusted to never abuse the power she now holds over him. You may go on back to your seat, and don't mention a word of this to your son. I think you'll find him a much more useful man to have around the house from now on." He winked at me. "How about a round of applause for the boy's mother?"

The crowd cheered me and I shook The Great Saltini's hand and went back to my seat. He brought my son out of his trance and got applause for him and told him he was a good sport. My son came back to his seat a bit confused looking and we watched the magician's final tricks, which involved interacting with prerecorded video in fun and surprising ways. My son and I joined the standing ovation for the show.

In the car Arnie asked what he had done under hypnosis. "You really don't remember?"

"Was I looking at lights or something?"

I laughed and told him about how he'd acted like a baby and about the girl standing on his stomach. He was confused and a little embarrassed, but we had a good laugh about it. No, I didn't tell him about the other thing, do you think I'm crazy?

Now this is a hard thing to admit, but hey, it's the internet right? You don't know who I am, and I certainly don't know you, so I'll just say it: I had fantasized sexually about my own son. A lot.

I know it's fucked-up and wrong, but before that night at the magic show I had never even considered actually doing anything about it. It was just a fantasy, and I was content to leave it at that. After all, thoughts in my head couldn't hurt anyone.

I got married right after college to the only man I'd ever made love to, and soon after Arnie was born he took off. I spent my twenties and thirties raising Arnie and never pursued other relationships. Occasionally men would show interest in me, but I wanted to wait until Arnie was old enough to know what was going on. I didn't want him growing up with a mom who was constantly 'dating'. I guess in some ways I'm a little old-fashioned.

During that time I developed an elaborate fantasy life and became very skilled at pleasuring myself. I'm not talking about a quick finger-bang now and then either, I could keep myself on the edge of orgasm for days at a time, only to be released in torrents of spasmodic joy. Everyone I knew in regular life became characters in a masturbatory epic I was constantly composing in my head. I considered myself a kind of pioneer in self-pleasure, and part of that meant going wherever my mind took me and not judging myself. Incest wasn't even the worst part of my fantasies, but like I said, thoughts can't hurt people.

My son was already a powerful figure in my sex life, even before the hypnosis. I was scared of the power I held over him now, I was scared of myself, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't work anyway. I was not The Great Saltini after all.

So it was with a wild sense of nervous transgression that I first tested this power. I decided to start small. After dinner the next night I looked directly at my son and said "Rotunda."

I saw no visible sign of change, he just stood there looking at me.

"Do the dishes." I said. He gave a slight nod and moved past me to the sink. "When you're done come to me in the living room" I was shaking as I left the kitchen. Twenty minutes later I heard the water turn off and got my hand out of my panties before my son came in. "Sit down." I said, patting the couch beside me. Again I got the slight nod and he sat. I looked at him closely to see if I could tell he was in an altered state, but he seemed normal. Maybe just a little preoccupied. "Balderdash." I said.

He looked at me curiously. "What did you say?"

"I just asked what you wanted to watch on TV."

"Oh, I don't care." He said, sitting back. I smiled at him. "What?" He asked.

"You're handsome, you know that?"

"Aw, come on ma," he said, "knock it off."

The next day I didn't use my powers but I thought about nothing else. I wanted to somehow test the effect and make sure that he really couldn't remember anything. I decided to use my original idea from the magic show to make him clean his room. As soon as he came in the door I said "Rotunda" and got the blank stare. "Go clean your room." I said. "All dirty clothes in the hamper, trash thrown away, dishes to the kitchen, books and magazines on shelves, and floor vacuumed. When you're done, come into the kitchen for dinner." I got the slight nod and he went past me toward his room.

I got dinner started and was just about finished when he came into the kitchen. I set the casserole on the table. "Balderdash." I said.

"Smells good mom."

"Good," I said, "wash up." We had a nice meal, talking about his day and mine and afterward he cleared the table and went to his room.

"Wow!" He shouted. "Did you clean up my room?"

"It was a mess." I shouted back.

"Thanks mom!"

I did the dishes myself, contemplating the nature of memory. If you couldn't remember something, was that like it had never happened for you? Could you be psychologically damaged by something that you didn't even know had happened? Later that evening I couldn't resist and called Arnie into the living room. "Rotunda." I said. I told him to sit at the end of the couch and he obeyed.

I put my feet on his lap. "Give mommy a foot massage." I said. He didn't hesitate one bit, he took hold of my left foot with both hands and began rubbing in an upward motion along my instep. I let a small noise escape from my lips. His strong hands felt huge against my tender feet. He started on my right foot, and I soon noticed that he had an erection under his jeans. He began working on each toe individually, showing no embarrassment about the bulge in his pants.

It made me wonder if the hypnotic state would work like a truth serum. "Arnie, can I ask you a personal question?"

He stayed focused on my feet but said yes.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Elizabeth." He said. I remembered them hanging around together a lot, but she was such an awkward girl, I had assumed it was plutonic.

"That's all over?"

"Yes." He said.

"Why?"

"She told me she loved me, but I told her I didn't love her. She took it badly."

"Do you masturbate a lot?"

"Yes." He said. He was concentrating on my heels now -the boy had skilled hands.

"How often?"

"At least twice a day." He said. "Sometimes four or five times in a day."

Four or five times in a day? My son and I had a lot in common. "You look at pornography?"

"Sometimes." He said. He was massaging the tops of my feet and I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin.

"What's your favorite way to do it?" I asked.

"When I get your panties out of the hamper and hold them against my face. My favorite is when I can get in there right after you take them off, then the smell is strongest."

My mouth hung open and I suddenly felt dizzy. "Is that why you're always rushing me out of the bathroom in the evenings?"

"Yes."

"And just what are you thinking about with my dirty underwear pressed against your face?"

"I imagine what it would be like to lick your pussy." He said.

"Okay, stop rubbing my feet." I said. "Stand up." He did as he was told. I looked into my son's eyes, but only saw a blank stare. "Turn around and face the other way." He turned his back to me and I shoved my hand down my pajamas. I wiped some of my juices up over my clit and then pressed down on it, bringing myself close to the edge in one motion. I eased up the pressure and looked at my son, standing less than a foot away from me. My son, whose biggest fantasy was licking his mommy's pussy. "Take off your shirt." I croaked. he took off his shirt and I stared at his naked back and came in a furious eruption, squealing and thrumming my swollen clit.

As soon as my orgasm subsided I felt remorse. What kind of mother would do such a thing with her son in the room? Even if he was in a hypnotic state and facing the other way, it was still wrong.

I picked up his shirt and told him to put it on and go back to his room. When he was in there I stood in the hall and called out "Balderdash." Not long after that I heard the rhythmic squeaks of his bedsprings and knew he was jacking himself off. The poor boy probably had no idea why he was so turned on. My guilt eased up when I heard those bedsprings.

The next day I had a hard time focusing at work. I couldn't stop thinking about my little Arnie jacking off with my dirty underwear pressed to his face. The fantasies I had concocted about Arnie usually involved him eating my pussy, and finding out that he was fantasizing about the exact same thing felt dangerous and tantalizing. It was strange to think that we had both been wanting to fuck each other so badly, but without the hypnosis our desires would've stayed hidden because some societal restriction had been implanted so deeply into our heads.

I knew that all it would take was a little nudge in the right direction for the wall between us to come crashing down.

The next day before Arnie left for school, I was in the kitchen wearing my short silk robe with only my white cotton panties underneath. The panties were small and a good portion of my ass was visible on either side of the panty-line. In my robe all I had to do was lean over slightly to expose my ass. Usually I only wore that robe with pajama bottoms. I hoped I wasn't being to blatant.

Arnie came in and poured himself some coffee and then did a double take when he saw my bare legs. "Can I make you some scrambled eggs this morning?" I asked him.

He was red as a beet when he looked up from my legs. "Um... Yeah mom, sure. Thanks."

"Sit right down and talk to me while I make them. We never spend any time together in the morning." I noticed he didn't sit in his usual seat, he sat on the other side, so he could watch me while I cooked. While I was mixing the eggs in a bowl I turned and faced him, leaning back against the counter. "Well?" I said. "Don't you have anything to say?"

He looked mildly distraught. "Um... I don't know, what do you want to talk about?"

"Whatever happened to that girl you used to hang around with?" I dumped the eggs in the pan. "What was her name?" I turned and had to reach across the counter to get a spatula, giving Arnie a clear view of my ass. He was quiet until I turned around holding the spatula.

"Oh, you mean Elizabeth?" He said finally. "I don't know, why are you asking about her?"

"I don't know," I said, "I just worry about you sometimes. I think a boy your age needs a little female companionship, that's all."

"You're a female." He said.

I had to laugh at that. "I'm glad you noticed." I said. "You want some pepper in these?"

"Oh I um... Didn't mean... Yeah, pepper would be good."

I turned and reached across the counter to get the pepper, giving Arnie another look at his mom's ass. I sprinkled some on and then reached across again to put the pepper shaker back. He sat there mute. I began to think maybe I'd been too obvious, and I couldn't help feeling a bit slutty, teasing my son that way. "They're almost ready." I said in my most motherly tone.

"Mom, could I have some more pepper? I like a lot of pepper in my eggs."

"Sure sweetie." I said. I happily reached across the counter and showed Arnie my ass again. I put the eggs on a plate and put them in front of my son and I went back to sipping my coffee. I watched him take large bites of his breakfast.

"Is that a new robe mom?" He asked when he was almost finished.

"This? No I've had it for awhile, but I usually don't wear it. I'm overdue to do a load of laundry... In fact I'm all out of underwear, I'm going to have to wear these same undies that I slept in to work today."

Arnie accidentally dropped his fork and laughed awkwardly. "That's a bit more information than I needed mom."

"Sorry honey." I said. "Finish up your eggs."

I knew I'd given him something to look forward to- an especially fragrant pair of his mommy's dirty panties, which would be waiting for him in the hamper that night. I could barely keep my head straight that day, and I doubt Arnie could either.

That night after dinner I went into the bathroom to change out of my work clothes and wash my face, the same as I did every night. Right on cue Arnie knocked on the door. "Mom could you please hurry up? I gotta use the bathroom."

"Just a minute sweetheart." I sat on the edge of the bath in just my panties and pressed my fingers against my clit through the fabric. I shut my eyes and pictured Arnie with the panties up against his face, furiously pleasuring himself. It didn't take long for me to cum and the panties were sopping wet all through the crotch area when I was finished.

"Aw mom, hurry up." He said.

"Almost done." I said. I peeled the wet panties off and put them at the very top of the clothes in the hamper for my boy. I pulled on a loose t shirt and some sweats and opened the door. "All yours hon." I said.

He went in and locked the door behind him. I felt positively wicked. After about ten or fifteen minutes I heard him come out of the bathroom and go straight to his room. A bit later he came into the living room and sat on the end of the couch where I was watching TV. He seemed to be awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact, which was adorable.

"Honey, remember when you were little and you used to put your head on my lap to watch TV?"

"Yeah." He said.

"I miss those days." I said. "Will you humor your old mom and put your head on my lap like you used to?"

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh god, are you serious?"

"Come on," I said, practically singing the words, "I promise I wont tell anyone." I patted my lap invitingly.

He shook his head. "Oh okay." He said. "I guess." He lay down on his side and put his head on my lap, and I could see that he was trying to conceal what was happening in his shorts. He had his legs curled up but I could still make out the growing bulge.