Chapter 1

My name is Adam. I just entered the first grade of Jingzhou High School this year. My father Benjamin is an engineer who works away from home for a long time. He is rarely at home throughout the year. My mother Abigail is a teacher in the high school where I study. She is 35 years old this year. She is about 170 cm tall and has a pair of slender and straight long legs. Her curvy figure has a pair of rare 36E-level high and beautiful breasts. In addition, her face is as beautiful and delicate as summer flowers, and she always uses light lipstick to outline the unique charm of mature women. I heard from my aunt that my mother was named the school beauty by the boys in the school when she just entered college. At a young age, she was chased by my father who was said to be very handsome at the time. When she was still in college, she gave birth to twins me and my sister, and got married by the way. We were a campus couple that everyone envied on campus at that time...

My mother, who has been married for many years and has a pair of children, still has many admirers, but her proud and cold personality like a swan is enough to make most offenders feel ashamed.

The slender legs often wrapped in crystal stockings, coupled with the charming body with hot curves, often make people think she is 26 or 27 years old, and she has also won the title of the school’s first cold and beautiful teacher.

My father has always been very proud of marrying my mother. The relatives in the family who originally expected my mother to marry a rich man have already turned against each other. Except for my aunt who supported my mother in the past, the relatives have long stopped visiting.

And my eccentric twin sister is often away from home because she is studying in a girls’ school. However, my younger sister, who inherited my mother’s excellent bloodline, still can’t resist the bees and butterflies from other schools in the girls’ school. Overall, except for the fact that I seem a little abnormal to regard my mother as an object of sexual fantasy after puberty, I have a warm and happy family.

I don’t know when, after entering puberty, I developed the bad habit of secretly using my mother’s underwear to masturbate. All kinds of my mother’s underwear can’t escape the clutches of the devil, and they are put on my young and hard cock to vent my lust.

Finally, the military training was over and the holiday came. I packed my things and walked to the school gate. I found my mother smiling at the school gate. Today, my mother wore a professional suit. Under the black coat, she wore a white shirt with lace. Because the weather was still hot, the shirt had two buttons opened. Under the 36E cup, the lace of the bra could be vaguely seen. She wore a black skirt with the hem only two inches above the knee. Her plump thighs could be seen. Her legs were wrapped in flesh-colored transparent stockings, and matched with a pair of black high-heeled sandals, which made her look very beautiful and sexy. She stood at the school gate with a smile, like a blooming lily. Many students and teachers who came out of the school were attracted by this charming and lovely beauty, and many male compatriots showed their lustful eyes. When we got to the car, my mother said to me, “Get in the car. You have worked hard in the military training recently. Mom will take you back. You don’t have to squeeze the bus.” After that, she opened the passenger door and let me sit in. After entering high school, my parents made it clear that they would not pick me up from school and that I had to take the bus home by myself.

My mother started the car, and I looked at the street view outside the window boredly. On the way, I turned my head to look at my mother by chance, and I stared at her beautiful legs with a thieving look, as if I wanted to swallow her up in one bite.

My mother’s legs were originally very long, and they were even more beautiful and well-proportioned when she put on stockings. When driving, she stepped on the accelerator and brake from time to time, and the muscles on her legs tightened and loosened, which further highlighted the charm of her beautiful legs.

From childhood to adulthood, every time I went shopping with my mother, there would always be strange men who came up to chat with me. Just at school, a male teacher stared at me with his eyes wide open.

At such a close distance, I could peek at my mother’s beautiful legs in stockings. When she turned sideways occasionally, I could even see the tender flesh on her chest. Her breasts trembled with her breathing. My dick had already become hard. Because I had been holding it in for several days during military training, my dick was hard and erect in my pants. When I thought of her silk pants as smooth as silkworm wings and her gorgeous and charming face, my dick seemed to be about to explode...

After returning home, I had to move out of the car little by little, trying to turn my back to my mother so that she wouldn’t notice the embarrassment of my lower body. It was just like having glue on my butt.

“Bang!” I glanced at my mother’s beautiful legs, closed the door reluctantly, and bowed slightly after getting off the car. My mother looked at me with some doubts. After getting off the car, I went into her room while she was cooking. I first covered the photo of my mother and me when we were traveling together as children. In the photo, my mother looked a little immature, and her smile was unusually sweet.

At that time, my mother treated me with care, as if she was afraid of melting it in her mouth or falling it in her hands.

But as I grew older, my mother kept raising her requirements for me and became more and more strict. She was no longer as doting as she was when I was a child.

But I know she still loves me very much, otherwise she wouldn’t have put this photo alone on the dressing table.

My younger sister kept acting like a spoiled brat and tried to replace this photo with a photo of her and her mother alone, but my mother never replaced it.

After opening my mother’s closet with ease, I found my mother’s underwear in a familiar corner. I took out a pair of flesh-colored stockings that seemed to still have my mother’s scent, took off my pants, put it on my erect penis and started to jerk it. The unique touch of the smooth stockings and the forbidden sexual desire for my mother made me feel extremely comfortable. With my lust rising, I vented my lust in the room wantonly, sometimes getting into the quilt that still had my mother’s fragrance, and sometimes imagining my mother’s beautiful face and stroking my penis vigorously. But after ejaculation, there was a sense of loss. Mom is just Mom, she belongs to Dad, not to me.

...

Until a few days after the military training ended, I was tidying up my room at home, and suddenly found a black leather book on the bookshelf with several iron chains wrapped around it. I thought about it carefully and remembered that I bought it at a flea market when my family went on a trip a few years ago. However, because the trip was too tiring, I threw it directly on the bookshelf after returning home and never touched it again, and slowly forgot about it.

I opened it and took a look, but it was full of some incomprehensible and messy sentences. I couldn’t help but throw the book into the trash can with some anger. When I threw it out, the book cover fell apart, and a booklet of unknown material fell out, with a lot of tiny words densely written on it. I picked it up and found that they were all unfamiliar words. Curiosity drove me to the school library.

There are very few visitors to the library, only a few students who kept whispering with the girls around them in the name of studying.

Sitting in a remote corner, I flipped through several related books and studied and compared them bit by bit. The words in the booklet were so unfamiliar to me. After all, I didn’t study this major. I had no idea how to study them. I could only flip through them randomly like a headless fly...

Time passed little by little, until the library was about to close, and I still had no idea about the words in the booklet. I couldn’t help but stretch my sore shoulders, looking helplessly at the books that were randomly flipped on the table, and planned to give up and find another way. Maybe copy out a small paragraph and ask a professional to take a look? But would there be any risks in that ... and it would be too suspicious ... What should I do...

I copied out a small paragraph of text, and when I was struggling whether to do so, a pretty figure walked up to me: “Huh? Why are you here?” I subconsciously blocked the booklet in my hand and raised my head in a hurry.

A fair-skinned girl about 1.63 meters tall, with neat and smooth hair hanging down to her waist and flat bangs, was looking at me in surprise. On her slender figure stood a pair of bamboo shoot-shaped breasts that were totally inconsistent with her age, rising and falling slightly between the narrow school uniform.

“What are you looking at?” the beautiful girl asked in a voice as crisp as a silver bell.

“I ... I ... I’m just looking for some information ... Yes ... looking for some information...” I was a little distracted by the innocent and curious face.

The girl frowned a little dissatisfied, and then turned her eyes to the piece of paper I had just written.

“Huh?” She lowered her head and looked carefully at the piece of paper in my hand: “Well ... I seem to have seen it there...”

“What? Do you know which one it is?” I asked hurriedly with joy in my heart.

“Well, it seems to be in that row, you can look for it yourself.” The girl, whose curiosity was satisfied, left without looking back.

And I didn’t have time to care about what the girl was thinking, and eagerly looked for the place she pointed.

Finally, I found a book in a corner that was very similar to the one in the booklet. I was delighted and compared the two texts. I felt that the possibility was very high, so I borrowed it before the library closed. My heart was burning. I must find out the secret of the notebook as soon as possible...

A few days later, I looked at the translated notes and didn’t know whether to be happy or sad.

This is an article about how to hypnotize. I call it the Book of Hypnosis.

The Book of Hypnosis records many methods of hypnosis and control. It can completely control a person, make him become his slave, work like a cow or a horse, or even make him commit suicide.

(If I learn this kind of thing ... Mom ... Sister... ) For some reason, I opened the Bible of Hypnosis and began to practice according to the methods in the Bible of Hypnosis.

One evening, my mother and the school teacher had a party. Because they were all women, they drank too much without paying attention. My mother relied on her remaining consciousness to call me to pick her up.