Chapter 5: 2 weeks later

At the moment I’m living at home on the estate in what was the Caretakers Cottage that I have turned into my apartment/office, The main house, or should I say mansion on the gated estate is about a city block from the mansion. A typical city block measures about 1/8 to 1/4 mile in length, or 300 to 600 feet long. I have a spare key to my apartment under the floor mat outside the door, and Lzzy knows about it. I guess the spare key was sort of a open secret, ha, ha. Heck, Izzy comes over regularly now and we have sex. Yes, I had gotten over the incest taboo thing. Well, after all, I am a counselor after all.

Two weeks latter, at 3 AM in the morning, I was having another wonderful dream, or should I say a wonderful wet dream. I mean I was in heaven. My green eyed platinum blond dream girl/goddess, and yes, I thought it was Baby Sister, Izzy, at the time, was giving me the best blow job I had ever gotten. I mean it was the perfect blow job, if there is such a thing as a perfect blow job this was definitely it. Really, it was more like she was worshiping my cock than just sucking it. (Yes, maybe you have heard this before?)

My green eyed dream girl/goddess was driving me wild with the best blow job I’ve ever had, but not letting me actually cum. Over and over she brought me to the very edge of ecstasy, but then backed off. Yes, some part of me tried to wake up, but for some odd reason I just couldn’t. I did finally manage to tangle both my hands in her long platinum blond hair, and force her head all the way down on my erect throbbing cock shaft. With that I bucked my whole body up off the bed and delivered load, after load, of hot spurting cum down her throat in my dream. With that the spell I was under broke, and I woke up to Mother, yes, Mom, choking and gagging on my now semi-limp cock still lodged deep in her throat.

With that horrifying realization I managed to push, Mom away, and sit up in bed at the same time. What the Hell?, some small part of my confused and addled brain questioned in utter panic.

“What the Hell are you doing, Mom?” I screamed at my Mother in shock, anger, and guilt. Yes, major guilt! How could I have let this happen some part of me was screaming like a little girl deep in my own screwed up mind.

“Only paying you back for the great hypnotherapy, Son, tee, hee, hee,” Mom told me, and giggled cutely, and I noticed for the first time she was completely naked.

“You are my Mother! I can’t be having sex with you Mom!” I screamed at her still in shock, but not so angry now.

“A blow job is not defined as true sexual intercourse, Benjamin.” Mom proudly informed me in a very serious manner. Yes, I could tell she was proud of herself for some reason just like Little Sister for some damn reason.

“It’s incest Mother.” I told her loudly, but at least I wasn’t screaming anymore.

“Incest laws aim to protect family structures, and prevent genetic complications, and they are enforced at the state level, meaning the laws can differ widely from one jurisdiction to the next Benjamin. For instance here in New Jersey, there is no criminal penalty for incest if both parties are of legal age to consent, though actual marriage is strictly prohibited Benjamin. But, whoever said I wanted to marry you, or have a child by you for that matter Benjamin, tee, hee, hee.” Mom told me, and giggled again, but she was not the least bit ashamed or embarrassed I could tell.

“But, it’s wrong.” I told her again.

“Think of a good blow job as no more than masturbation with my mouth, rather that my hand, Benjamin, Dear.” Mom told me her next argument.

“But, it’s wrong.” I told her again.

“Trust me Son I love giving blow jobs, and you are not going to be fixing, or interfering with it, with your hypnosis, Benjamin, Dear.” She told me, and smiled, and I realized at that moment my hypnosis was the root cause of this new ... new ... what? ... liberated? ... attitude? Yes, Mom was married to Father, but they had actually been divorced for 10 years while I was growing up. And yes, I knew that while they were divorced both had dated other people.

In fact, when they got re-married 10 years latter the marriage was defined as an open marriage, or open relationship. Simply, it is a relationship status where both partners have mutually agreed to share a non-monogamous relationship. Yes, they were both full partners in the prestigious law firm, or should I say The Firm. They got back together mainly for tax and estate planning reasons more than romantic love Mom actually told me when I came home from the military academy I was going to at the time.

Open Marriage is an umbrella term with various sub-categories, from swinging to polyamory. That open marriage definition might sound interesting and may seem easy to be in, but it’s entirely not. There are rules even in so-called open marriages and as a counselor I knew most of them:

1. You have to set up sex boundaries. Will it be sexual relationship with others or just emotional bonding? If you’re going to get involved with other people sexually, then you need to set sex boundaries and get into the specifics like kissing, oral, penetration, or even BDSM.

2. When in an open marriage, you both should be welcoming to the idea of your partner hooking up with someone from dating platforms. It shouldn’t happen that you are doing this with no regret and get jealous when your partner does.

3. Prioritize your spouse as if you are in a traditional marriage. Just because you can have other partners, that doesn’t mean you can date them on your spouse’s anniversary. It also doesn’t mean that you spend more time with others collectively as you do your spouse.

Anyway some people say, “sex is just sex”, a nice healthy exercise that we derive mutual pleasure from, and has nothing to do with love, or intimacy, reproduction, procreation, or any of those other things.

Look I knew, well, I honestly hypothesized, almost instantly that my original hypnosis was once again responsible for this situation. Yes, I had given Mom a command, a posthypnotic suggestion, or instruction, that she would not hear what I said to Little Sister, Izzy, while I was programing my very hypnotized Baby Sister. I know that some of the so-called experts say you can use a posthypnotic suggestion this way, but evidently it doesn’t work.

I mean think about it ... Yes, really think about it for moment. The person maybe hypnotized, but they ... the person ... is still there, and they ... well, the person still hears everything going on around them. The subconscious anyway is still listening and hears everything. Okay, they may not consciously remember it, if you give them a posthypnotic suggestion, but subconscious they still remember it all.