Chapter 3

“Okay, Mom, this exercise has a few special rules. Listen carefully...” I was afraid that Mom’s mind would not be easily affected by suggestion in the tied state, so I immediately dripped another drop of incense on the mirror while speaking, and then took the mirror to Mom’s eyes and slowly shook it.

“Yes. I will listen carefully...” Mom’s eyes lost focus. Mechanical answerer.

“This is an exercise to train my son’s hand strength. Your body must be firmly fixed. Your eyes must also be blindfolded. Your son will use his hands to knead or pat any part of your body. You must use your body to feel the son’s hand strength. If your hand strength is strong and you feel pain on your body, you pass. You will feel very happy. If your hand strength is weak and you don’t feel pain on your body, you fail, and you will feel disappointed. In the end, if you pass, you must kiss your son and let him touch your breasts to reward him. If you fail, you must order your son to kiss your labia and use his penis to massage your vagina to punish him.”

“Yes, my body must be fixed. My eyes must be blindfolded. I will use my body to feel my son’s hand strength...”

Mom repeated the rules of the game mechanically. I waited for her to finish. I found a pair of black stockings and wrapped them around my mother’s head, tied her eyes behind her head and made a knot. Then I pushed my mother onto the bed, found two silk scarves and tied her two black stockings thighs apart at the two foots of the bed. I lifted up my mother’s pajamas. This exposed her pair of big breasts tied with ropes.

My mother was now lying on her back in a herringbone shape on the bed, her eyes covered by stockings, her hands tightly tied behind her, and her thighs tied apart to the two corners of the bed. Her breasts and her pubic area, which exuded a lewd atmosphere, were exposed in front of me. My mother’s pubic hair was relatively sparse, so I could see her labia clearly.

I was so happy. Once upon a time, my mother, who was always serious and always had a serious face, would lie in front of me in such a lewd posture.

I lay beside my mother, snapped my fingers, and said, “Mom, let’s start exercising now.”

“Hmm? ... Um ... Okay, but where should I start?” My mother seemed to have no idea how lewd she looked now. The tone of her voice was as if she was just doing a normal exercise.

“Mom, I think we should do it from top to bottom.”

“Okay, son, come and lie down next to mom. Let’s start now. From top to bottom ... First, it should be the face ... Try to knead mom’s face with your hands...”

“Uh? ... Wait?”

I was a little confused.

“Mom, shouldn’t we start from the chest and go from top to bottom?”

“Yes, from top to bottom, are your chests on the top of your head? What a stupid son. Oh!”

Mom shook her head. Now only her head can be shaken. If it weren’t for the stockings covering her eyes, she would definitely give me a look of “Why is this son so stupid?”

“Okay, okay ... Then do as you say, start from the face.” I was a little angry. I originally wanted to take advantage of mom, but now I changed my mind. I have to teach you a lesson, my good mom.

I started to knead mom’s cheeks with both hands. I pinched mom’s nose for a while, and then pinched mom’s mouth. Mom seemed very dissatisfied. She shook her head left and right to break free from my hand and said in a dissatisfied tone: “Stop, stop, stop. Your hand strength is so weak that Mom doesn’t feel any pain. Forget it, let’s change a method and slap it. This time, pay attention to the strength of your hands. Come on, start!”

Under the influence of hypnosis, Mom didn’t feel that she was tied up and slapped. She just thought it was an exercise to test her hand strength.

I raised my left hand and slapped it four times, slapping Mom’s face left and right.

“How is it, Mom? Is your hand strength okay this time?”

“Hmm ... um ... um ... This time I feel hot on my face.”

There were two red slap marks on Mom’s delicate and white cheeks.