Chapter 2: Lighten up Mom it’s only sex

Having his first two sisters and the twins now firmly under his control it was time for Larry to start working on his Mom. This was mainly because she had begun to notice the changes in Alice, Vikki and the twins and was asking too many pointed questions. The Hypnosis - Brainwashing files were suscesful and he soon had his mother write down her experence from her perspective.

Female’s Point of View - Hypnosis - Brainwashing - Conditioning - Incest

My body knew exactly what it was doing, but my mind was too hazy and blank to care what it was up to as I walked up to his door. I didn’t bother to knock, I simply turned the door handle and walked into his room. Everything felt as if I was in a dream even if I knew in my own mind at least that it wasn’t a dream. As I entered his room I see him sitting exactly where he always sits when he waits for me these days.

“I am here ready and eager to serve and obey Master.” I say softly, as I stare at him, sitting comfortably in his chair before his desk. I can already feel my heart begin to race as my body responds eagerly to the promise of the expected pleasure to come, but then my mind slows down and relaxes just a little bit more.

“So you are Vera, so you are.” He says while taking a sip of his drink. With that my nipples start to harden and my wanton traitorous pussy starts to drip as his eyes admire me frankly from his chair. Like most evenings with him, I’ve just spent my regular 40 minutes on the ballerina barre bar exercising. No, I’m not a ballerina, but my mother who was one started me off on the barre bar at age 3. My body at 5 foot 2, 110 pounds, and 38-24-36, was way to short and stacked to ever be a professional ballerina like mother had been, but at 43 I still manage to catch the eyes of my daughter’s dates without really trying. Honestly, I think I was created by God to enjoy sex.

In fact, I’ve even heard some of my daughter’s young men refer to me as a MILF behind my back. I finally Goggled it up on the Internet, the good old World-Wide-Web a few years ago. MILF is an acronym that stands for “Mothers I’d Like to Fuck”. This abbreviation is used in colloquial English, instead of the whole phrase. It connotes an older woman, typically one with children, considered sexually attractive and possibly sexually available. A related term is “cougar”, which suggests an older woman in active pursuit of a sexual relationship with much younger men. While I might have been regarded as a MILF, I was never a cougar. Well not consciously anyway.

On the census form and other forms ... I ... we ... have to fill out from time to time, I always put down I’m Single ... I don’t really like the term Divorced, or Divorcee, that shows up on the same forms all the time ... Divorcee implies things I’m not ... well, wasn’t comfortable with. I ... we ... me and my 4 children live in Anaheim, California. I’m a lawyer and John my husband was a civil engineer. John was from down under Australia, and then he got a job offer he couldn’t refuse.

The only problem was it was back in Australia. Long story short he took the job and moved back to Australia and we ... me and my children anyway ... got an amiable no-fault divorce. John also didn’t like it that I made 4 times the money he did and most of what we owned was in my name. I ... we ... haven’t heard from John in years and the kids never ask, “Where’s Daddy”. I guess they could contact him on the Internet if they wanted to, but they never have that I know of.

Anyway from the moment of the finalized divorce I considered myself single and started dating again. By this time I was in my late 20s and I was dating older more mature men. That sort of changed in my 30s to I was dating some men that were considerably younger than me, but I never considered myself a cougar. While my sex life was ... is ... lets say active it was never out of control and I was on birth control at the time. I like to think that God ... well, my God anyway ... is a kind and gentle God ... he created us to enjoy sex, and its not a sin to enjoy sex for sex’s sake as some preachers and priests sermonize to us from the pulpit every Sunday.

Yes, traditional Judeo-Christianity has always taught us that any sexual activity taking place outside of marriage is sinful. Sex becomes a sin when we choose to have sex outside of marriage or abuse it within the confines of marriage. Yes, can you believe it! Sex is a duty, and not a thing to be enjoyed. Yes, it is only to propagate, not to enjoy. Engaging in sex without the benefit of marriage is immoral, and “it is God’s will that you should be sanctified: That you should avoid sexual immorality” (Thessalonians 4:3; Corinthians 6:18).

At this point I had a déjà vu moment as I remembered Star Trek: The Original Series S1E7: What Are Little Girls Made Of?. They ... the Old Ones ... had learned how to make almost perfect human androids. The real Kirk seduces the cute beautiful female android Andrea and she wants more, proving to me how human she had become. As she leaves the laboratory, Andrea encounters the android Kirk. She expresses her desire to kiss him and learn more, but android Kirk’s sharp reply is, “NO, that would be illogical” he tells her brushing her off and walks away. With that Andrea pouts and then aims her phaser at his receding back and fires, disintegrating android Kirk. In a way her response to his sharp rebuke is sort of human too. I mean what’s the old saying: “Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.” I guess my point is love and sex is part of being human no matter how confusing it can be,

Anyway, after my workout I took a good hour preparing myself to look and feel as beautiful and alluring as I can for him. First, I took a long hot shower, then I soaked in the tub filled with a fragrant bubble bath powder to make sure my body was clean, soft, and smelled good. Then I applied some creams and ointments to insure my skin is soft and smooth to the touch and I smelled even better. Next I applied makeup to enhance my natural beauty and then I blow dried my hair until it was silky smooth. Once my body was ready I then spent a few minutes modeling the sexy outfits and lingerie I had on hand.

I don’t do this because I’ve chosen to make myself pretty, I do this because I need to do it for him. Its become second nature for me in a way that I can’t hope to resist any longer. Every night I get the call, the urge, the compulsion, to prepare myself. The more I resist the more it grows until I find myself stepping out of my room, looking ravishing. I can’t help it, well not anymore I can’t.

“Have you been listening to your file like a Good Girl Vera?” He asks me next. He always asks and I always answer the same thing.

“Yes Sir. Your voice fills my mind in my idle time Sir.” I tell him.

“Good Girl.” He says with that adorable half smile I have become so familiar with.

A warm thrill sweeps across my skin as I notice how pleased he looks and I get my reward and have a mind blowing mini orgasm on the spot. It is a reaction I have had to get used to as my visits to his room have evolved. Not that I didn’t enjoy doing things for others to please them before this, but before him, pleasing others had never generated such a powerful response in me.

“How many hours did you listen to your current background file today Vera?” He asked me next. His background file ... that’s another thing I never used to do before I started to visit him.

That’s not exactly true ... Alice my oldest daughter started all this innocently enough. She had been having trouble sleeping and discovered the web site, “Self-Hypnosis Can Help”, (shch.com). They, well according to the information on the web, are a part of a legitimate New York University (NYU) accredited college psychology program studying the uses of meditation and self-hypnosis. They are working on legitimate sleep studies with the medical part of the college/university, and they make these free on demand custom tailored self-hypnosis scripts and video movies with sound, graphics, and even subliminal suggestions for you to watch before meditating, or in her case going to bed to sleep.

Anyway she signed up and it worked great for her and she just naturally pushed us all to sign up and try it too. I mean it was so simple to sign up, you sat before your computer’s camera and mike and they tested you and that was it. Then all you needed to do was type in the keywords you wanted, and the video was created automatically and downloaded directly to your computer or laptop as a video formatted file to be played on your desktop computer, or laptop, at any time you want.

There are numerous standard presets available to download, including the more popular ones like: “sleep”, “headaches”, “pain”, “smoking”, “concentration”, “health”, “memory”, and the ever popular “weight loss”, and many other topics on the main start menu. I personally added “weight loss”, not that I’m fat mind you, but sometimes I need a little help resisting temptation. I mean is it so wrong to want a little sugar in your coffee, or a chocolate cover cherry if offered one by a girl in the office.

Sure, before this I used to listen to popular music sometimes, I still do because some of his background files are actually music play lists that are laced with his subliminal instructions to me. The other files he creates for me have soothing binaural beats playing in the background as his voice recites all my new truths that I’ve come to accept as mine.

In both cases, I’m so used to listening to them that I don’t even notice, or even really hear the details of his words any more. His words just wash over me and bypass my conscious mind altogether, but they sink deep, deeper, into my subconscious as the unique quality of his voice wraps me in quiet erotic comfort as I listen.

“I was able to listen to it for a total of just under 5 hours in total Master.” I tell him.

“Impressive Vera... “ He comments as he continues to sip his drink and watch me.

“Thank you Master.” I thank him.

“That would mean that you had some extra free time at work. Correct?” He asks.

“Yes, Sir.” I answer him.

I’m a senior partner in my law firm. It offered me a lot of free time so all in all, it wasn’t that bad. I was particularly good even passionate about my job when I first started as a young intern/lawyer just out of Columbia, but my job holds no real passion for me today. He, however, is my complete opposite. He on the other hand is very passionate about his work, which made him somewhat of an expert when it comes to creating audio sound tracks. He does a lot of sound editing for different companies and in his free time he creates these relaxation files for us.

Which is actually how all this started and the reason why I’m now completely enthralled by him. I tried one of Alice’s “Self-Hypnosis Can Help”, (shch.com). files that was supposed to help with falling asleep, and it really did work like a charm. I praised the downloaded file and told her and him my thoughts regarding the file I had tried. Our conversation became very stimulating and we ended up still talking about it at the breakfast table the next morning for a good hour. He loved my comments so much that he asked me if I would be interested in giving him more feedback on some files he was working on. He even sent me a few clips of his files to listen to and they sounded incredible. So much so that when he sent me his latest sleep file, I just had to get myself a pair of quality blue tooth bone conduction headphones just so I could better experience his files.

The blue tooth bone conduction headphones, or bonephone, use the head ... skull ... bones to conduct the vibrations directly to the inner ear. Being blue tooth compatible they connect with everything I have, my computer, my laptop, my cell phone, even my car. Well you get the point, as long as I have the bonephone on I’m completely connected to everything that is anything, ha, ha, ha.

Another benefit of the bonephone is that the person sitting beside you can’t even hear them. The transducers are held tightly against both sided of the head by a stiff spring steel band that goes around the back of the head. With my long hair you can hardly tell they are there. I soon found that I was wearing them 24/7, even to bed at night. Honestly, I found myself taking a shower with them still on a couple of times.

Their lithium battery is good for up to 8 hours, so I bought two more pairs and extra chargers which I scattered around the house, car and office. Now while I’m wearing one pair the other two pairs are charging. Which turned out to be the perfect thing to do because I now find myself sleeping more soundly than ever, and even resisting sweets.

“Spin for me.” He tells me and my heart fluttered as I took a step back and adjusted my posture. Pointe technique is part of classical ballet involving a technique that concerns pointe work, in which a ballet dancer supports all her body weight on the tips of fully extended feet when wearing pointe shoes. A dancer is said to be en pointe when her body is supported in this manner, and a fully extended vertical foot is said to be en pointe when touching the floor, even when not bearing weight. I started to spin slowly, making sure to arch my back and push out my ass to create the curves he loves the most.

I knew early on that he was fascinated watching me workout. OH, he tried to hide his furtive glances as I worked out on the barre bars in the family room, but I caught him admiring me more than once when he was much younger. As a beautiful woman, I was used to the leering looks of men, and to his credit, he wasn’t too creepy about it. If anything, his respectful leering made me feel beautiful and alive I found.

“Stop.” He said and I immediately complied.

“Pose number 5.” He told me next. My body tingled with pleasure as I lifted my arms above my head and tilted my head back. I arched my back a little more and shifted my weight so my heel lifted off the ground. It was a pose I knew well since it was one of his favorites. He would often have me pose for extended periods of time as he relaxed and admired me. I allowed my body to relax into it as my mind fogged up a little more. Which was one of the side effects I have come to enjoy whenever he orders me into one of my practiced poses.

Understand, I’m not a professional ballerina though I started ballet at the age of 3. I’m 43 now and the mother of 4 grown children, but I still like to keep in shape. Hypnosis had never truly been interesting to me before I started to listen to his soothing files. I didn’t know back then, but right at the beginning, his tonal tunes were placing my mind into a light hypnotic trance before I slept every night. All I knew is what he told me and when I asked why his files worked so well to relax me, he explained how they played on brain frequencies to induce and optimize a peaceful meditative state of mind. I didn’t understand what he was talking about, but that didn’t change the fact that I became increasingly eager to listen to them every day and night. Especially after we began to spend evenings talking about them.

“Exquisite as always Vera.” I heard him whisper in my ear as his hands caressed my sides from behind and worked their way up to cupping both my breasts. My heart skipped a few more beats as my arousal instantly grew from the feeling of his fingers on my bare breasts.

“Thank you, Sir.” I said and breathed out, trying to control my growing arousal. His hands had already explored every inch of my body, and yet, every time he touched me it felt as if it was the first time all over again. My blood started to boil and I became light headed as his light touch became a gentle caress of my body. Even though I was wearing a tasteful set of cloths as a ballet uniform, consisting of a woman’s deep V-neck sports bra, soft comfortable stirrup tights, and satin pointe ballet slippers, not skimpy or slutty lingerie, I still felt utterly naked before him.

“So soft and yielding ... exactly like your mind ... isn’t that right Vera?” He commented as his fingers traced my waist.

“Yeesss ... Siirrrr ... my mind is soft and pliable Sir ... it completely yields to you, Sir.” I moaned as my eyes fluttered, and my wet pussy clenched. His fingers then traced up and down my spine, enhancing my arousal even more with every slow inch they covered as I stood as still as my aching body would allow me. I felt him come around in front of me and I tried my best to look up through my own wet arousal

“So beautiful.” He said softly. His piercing gaze is what first started to captivate me as I started to spend more time with him. I would catch myself looking longingly into his eyes as he would try to explain how his latest files used different sets of tonal frequencies in stereo to create a third one that influenced the brain of whoever was listening. Guiding it to naturally tune itself to that phantom frequency and therefore enabling the mind to enter the meditative state I had grown to love.

“What is your purpose Vera?” He asked me next. The foggy pleasure in my mind swirled and parted for a second as the correct response popped to the surface of my mind.

“My purpose is ... is ... your pleasure ... huummmm ... Sir.” I said softly and received a sudden spike of pure pleasure that made my clit throb hard as the needed words escaped my lips. The spike of pure pleasure allowed my mind to sink down even deeper into itself.

I’m not sure when the compulsion to make myself pretty for him actually started, but by the time he first told me he was also a skilled hypnotist I was already doing my makeup and hair before I crossed the hall to his room. He didn’t offer to hypnotize me and I didn’t ask because at that moment, I wasn’t particularly into hypnosis. A few weeks later however, as I relaxed in his well padded high back computer chair and listened to the latest file he wanted my input on, I found myself experiencing something a lot more profound than a light meditative state. When I described my experience to him, he informed me that I had most likely entered a light hypnotic trance.

We talked about it ... the hypnosis ... and what it could do for you ... for quite a while before I went back to my room. The next day, all I could think about was how good the experience under hypnosis had been, so I texted him and asked if he would be willing to try and hypnotize me. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige my request.

“Again.” He told me firmly.

“My purpose ... is your pleasure ... huummm ... Siirrr.” I moaned to him, and my mind sank deeper as the pleasure enveloped me.

“Very good Vera... “ He said with that adorable half smile.

“And what happens when you fulfill your purpose?” He asked me next.

“Huumm ... I feel good ... I feel pleasure ... Siirrr.” I moaned as his thumb caressed my trembling lips and it took all my dwindling willpower not to take it into my mouth and suck on it. After all, I was ordered to pose and I loved to obey.

“What happens when you obey?” He asked.

“I ... I feel pleasure ... Siirrr.” I managed to get out.

“Why do you feel pleasure when you obey me?” He asked, and with that I focused my hazy confused eyes onto his eyes.

“Because it pleases you when ... I ... I obey ... Sir ... you feel pleasure when I obey ... huummm ... my purpose is ... huummm ... your pleasure ... and ... I feel pleasure ... when I ... huumm ... fulfill my purpose ... Master” I moaned, but I finally got it all out, but where did that Master come from I had to ask myself.

My first actual experience with hypnosis came a few days later when I went over to his room. Unconsciously, I had made myself extra beautiful and wore something that was both comfortable and ... and ... alluring? No ... No ... not alluring ... comfortable. I was so excited that he had to make me listen to one of his relaxation files before we could begin the hypnosis session. I had gotten so used to his special blend of binaural tones that I immediately relaxed and barely realized it when he started his hypnotic induction.

I just suddenly went from feeling very relaxed to sinking into his eyes while his amazing voice soothed away all my thoughts. The experience was profound for me even if he only lightly hypnotized me and then woke me back up. It left me with a burning desire to experience it again even more.

“You can feel yourself sinking gently into that chair you are sitting in, now Vera ... feeling yourself supported as if you are on a big soft fleecy cloud ... just drifting down, down, down, into that soft cloud ... feeling yourself going deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper ... just allowing yourself to drift away now ... nothing is important ... nothing matters but relaxing even more ... you can feel yourself going down, down, down deeper... “ He started the induction. He had stopped calling me Mom and was almost always calling me Vera now.

“My voice can become whatever you want it to be Vera ... my voice can become the sound of rain on your window pane on a cold winter’s night ... or my voice can be the voice of a favorite teacher you once had and liked ... or a close friend ... or a parent ... or even your own brother Vera ... it can even be your own inner voice Vera. My voice can also be the wind blowing along an empty deserted street ... in summer ... or maybe ... the wind is blowing along a street in autumn...” He paused for a few seconds to let me decide and settle back down.

“Now I want you to imagine the wind picks up a leaf and that leaf gets carried away ... it floats here and there ... going left and right ... up and down ... the wind carries the leaf safely and gently ... as it goes round and round ... round and round ... swirling and swooping ... swirling and swooping ... then it goes swirling down, down, down ... gently ... swirling round and round ... as if it is in a spiral staircase...” He pause again to let me absorb it all.

“Vera I want you to imagine a wonderful spiral staircase ... the spiral staircase that winds around and around and goes down, down, down ... and round and round ... down, down, down ... and round and round ... you are standing at the top of the spiral staircase now Vera ... you look down but you can’t see the bottom of the spiral staircase ... you can imagine yourself starting to walk down that spiral staircase now, Vera ... there is even be a sturdy handrail to hold onto ... and you know you are perfectly safe ... and you know that when you get to the bottom there will be a beautiful comfortable bed that you can just sink into and sleep forever.” Pause again to let me absorb it all.

“Now, as you walk down the steps you can count yourself down that spiral staircase ... and the first step is TEN ... and the next step goes down deeper ... NINE ... and then ... EIGHT ... feeling more and more relaxed, and more and more comfortable ... and ... SEVEN ... drifting away ... then ... SIX ... down, down, down ... really relaxed ... then ... FIVE ... deeper and deeper ... and then ... SEVEN ... nothing matters ... nothing to worry about ... nothing to think about ... you have nothing to do ... you don’t have to do anything ... you don’t have to think anything ... only listen ... only obey ... and then ... FOUR ... you are nearing the bottom ... totally relaxed ... then ... THREE ... almost there ... and ... TWO ... you have arrived ... it is a warm dark comfortable place ... a place just for you Elley ... a place where your mind can just relax and drift away ... if a errant thought comes into your mind just let them slip away ... like little fluttering butterflies they just float away ... you can ignore them all Vera ... they’ll just go away ... and then ... ONE ... you’re at the bottom ... feeling really good ... feeling totally relaxed ... and you can just enjoy that feeling of release and relaxation ... knowing that everything’s OK ... that you’re OK ... and there are no issues ... nothing you have to do ... and ... ZERO ... you can completely relax and rest on the soft bed.” Pause to let it sink in.

“That’s very good Vera ... you’re doing very good ... SUCH ... A ... GOOD ... GIRL ... MY ... GOOD ... GIRL.” My grown up son complimented me, his mother and I actually shivered in pleasure at being call a good girl ... his GOOD GIRL.

Over the following weeks, my visits to his room after I came home from the office became increasingly fuzzier and fuzzier and more intimate. The more hypnotic trances I experienced, the more comfortable I became being around him. So comfortable in fact that I didn’t at first even ... notice ... realize ... that I was wearing less clothes when I awoke from trance than when I went under. It just all felt so ... so... “right” ... so “natural”. The only thing I did notice as our sessions progressed, was that I started to feel more and more aroused when I was around him. Especially right after each hypnosis session ended.

“Who does your exquisite mind and body belong to Vera?” He asked ... demanded ... as he reached out and tilted my chin up and looked deep into my eyes.

“You, Sir, my mind ... my body ... are yours ... Sir.” I said instantly.

“Yes, they are Vera ... which means?” He questioned ... prompted me.

“Huumm ... it means that ... you can program me ... use me ... for your pleasure ... Sir.” I moaned.

“I certainly can and do you have a choice in the matter Vera?” He asked ... demanded next.

“Huummm ... Noooo ... Siirrrr.” I moaned again.

“Why?” He demanded...

“Because ... You ... You removed my choice ... Sir.” I said, trying to focus.

“Yes, I did.” He said with a satisfied smile, or should I say smirk on his face. With that the pleasure and drowsy bliss swirled endlessly in my mind as I struggled to hold my ballet pose for him. Which was becoming harder and harder as my mind yearned to relax ... to just disconnect from reality and enjoy the pleasure.

“Freeze.” he commanded and instantly my whole body obeyed and locked up.

“Good ... Very good ... Good Girl.” He was pleased and rewarded me. If I wasn’t hypnotically frozen in place, I would have fallen to my knees right then in gratitude as I climaxed. My desire to please and obey was absolute by then, but my body didn’t always allow me to show my devotion. My body often betrayed me as it became overwhelmed with the pleasure. Being hypnotically frozen in place wasn’t just an erotic experience with me, it also allowed me to obey him better by being able to keep my perfect pose.

My hypnosis sessions with him steadily increased as my memories and dreams became more and more confused and erotic. The dreams all started to blend together. Did I dream about fucking him before we actually fucked? Or did we fuck before I started dreaming about fucking him? It became more and more difficult to separate fact from fantasy in my mind.

I soon found myself, with Larry’s help, checking out the new AR/VR Smart Glasses that are out there today. There are things like the Adorama Magic Leap 2 Augmented Reality headset with 4 built in miniature cameras that can set you back $3.000 to $4,000 dollars. Then there are things that can pass for an ordinary pair of sunglasses like XREAL Air AR Glasses. These are Smart Glasses with massive 201” Micro-OLED Virtual Theater mode displays. Then I added a MP4/MP3 128GB Bluetooth supported lossless waterproof sports music recorder. It was about the size of a cell phone and I wore it all the time now on my arm.

The glasses have a 130” spatial display in Air Casting mode that amplifies your mobile, PC and gaming experience, and no more neck pains from wearing them. With them on you can watch a movie, or play a video game, or just listen to music while lying in bed, or by the pool. Finally, you can have the experience of the biggest wide screen monitor with the smallest laptop, or my new wearable MP4 player, whether working from home or on a plane. The Virtual Desktop mode can turn your laptop into a multi-screen workstation with up to three adjustable virtual screens. Though still in beta, it offers a PC experience never seen before. You will be able to browse the web on a 201” virtual screen, play 3D games, walk around in 3D models of real world places and experience some interesting AR apps brought to you by third party developers.

Of course my son Larry explained to me that I needed to wear the glasses and play his submission scripts while watching the visual spiral he had uploaded into my AR/VR glasses. (Capital letters in script are words that flash on the VR glass’s screen before her eyes. They are posthypnotic triggers that were already implanted by Larry.)