Chapter 1

JAKE

I can remember the night well. It was Friday night in May and I was headed home late. The guys and I had started the night on Main Street scouting girls. The ones we were interested in wouldn't give us the time of day. And the ones who were interested in us, we really did not want to hang out with. Such was the life of a horny teenager.

Me, I was still a virgin, but not for lack of trying. Up until recently I had had bad acne that despite applying ointment and other so-called cures had only gotten worse. Finally, a new drug for the time came out and cleared away my zits. The only problem was that they first got worse before they got better. In retrospect, I figured that what it did was to make you have all the zits you were ever going to have, only in a three-month period. Even when they had all cleared away, it took time for people, especially teens, to forget. Needless to say, this seriously put a crimp in my love life.

I did have a lot of girls who were my friends though. It seems having three older sisters had taught me how to listen to women and how to behave around them. Too bad it didn't teach me how to get them. My sisters always consoled me saying that when I grew older, I would have the right ingredients to connect with the ladies, "a willing ear".

After several failed attempts at trying to get some girls interested in us, we decided to give up for the night, buy some beer and sit out on the back roads shooting the breeze. There was always a group of local teenagers hanging out in that place (dead end dirt road where we had fires), so we headed out there. Soon enough, there was a dozen or so hanging out by a fire. It didn't take long until I was feeling good and time sure flew by. So much for my 11 o'clock curfew, I thought.

Mom had gotten a little uptight about the household rules lately. With my dad having passed away a few years ago and all my sisters out of the house now (Tammy, the youngest one had left for college that fall), Mom felt she had better keep an eye on me. She felt I needed more of a fatherly influence in my life. Maybe that was the reason why she had started dating back in February.

One of my friends dropped me off a few houses away from mine. I figured I'd better sneak in. That way, even if I got nailed for being late in the morning, I would at least have gotten rid of my beer breathe.

Shit, Ron's car was in the driveway. That means Mom was up. Ron had been dating my mom for a month, but I thought he was a creep. I didn't know what she saw in him. I will say one thing about him dating Mom though; it sure had helped with her appearance.

Please, don't get me wrong, Mom has always had a great body. At 5'9" tall, with long legs and sexy curves, she would get many a man's attention. The "D" she carries and the sweet grabble buns sure helped her. Yes, I had taken a peek at her bra in the laundry to check her size but just recently. By the way, she also has a very pretty face but I am a teenage boy and it is nowhere near the top of the checklist.

I had never noticed how hot she was until Ron started dating her though. One of the reasons I checked out her bras was I could not believe she would ever wear something like that. Mom had always been a 'slacks with flats' woman, and her lingerie consisted of plain white underwear that could be bought on sale in any Wal-Mart.

This last month she had gone from slacks to ankle-length skirts to knee-high skirts. I believe I even had seen her in a mini-skirt earlier tonight. And her shirts had gone from loose fitting and full cover to low necklines which were so short enough you could catch glimpses of her belly button. Growing up, I had never seen her belly button, or at least I couldn't remember such an event. Even her swimsuits had always been one-piece conservative ones.

Our house was a raised ranch and it looked like Ron and Mom were in the lower level with the lights turned down. I didn't want to know what they were doing. I used a sawhorse from our backyard to reach the upper bathroom window and eased it open slowly. I was able to crawl through the window annd onto the floor in spite of my condition. I must have been sobering up already I guessed. I made it a point to try and remind myself to put away the sawhorse in the morning.

As I eased into the hallway on the way to my bedroom, I could hear Ron talking calmly to my mother. "You enjoy sucking on cocks, don't you Judy? ... More and more it is no longer something you put up with but desire to do ... Even crave. After all, since you have decided to suck my cock, you might as well enjoy the taste and the experience."

What the hell was going on? I couldn't help myself but sneak over to the bottom of the staircase and peered around the corner. There was Mom, in a low cut red bra, matching thong panties and garter belt and hoses, with the blankest look on her face I had ever seen. Ron was standing directly in front of her with his back to me.

"Every time you hear, 'Anna Wanna Banana' your craving will increase ... You will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission. Then you will relish it." Ron continued. "Now, let's go over you triggers once again. Each time we repeat them they will become more ingrained in you."

Mom started, "I love dressing sexy."

"When I hear 'sexy, sexy, sexy' I will unconsciously expose myself. The more times it is said in a half-hour interval, I will expose a little more of myself.

"When I hear 'Anna Wanna Banana', my craving for sperm will increase. I will not ask to suck on a cock until given permission, but then I will relish it.

"When I hear 'invis, invis, invis ' I will cease to acknowledge that there is anyone else in the room with me, though my subconscious will keep me from colliding with them. When I hear 'vis, vis, vis, ' after a count of ten, I will see normally again.

"When I hear 'sweet, sweet dreams' I will have erotic dreams about Ron. I will masturbate to dreams of Ron and me doing sexual acts I would not be comfortable with when awake. As I dream of them, I will become less uptight about them and more turned on by these sexual acts. As I masturbate, I will continue to rise higher in my levels of sexual excitement but will stop short of going over the edge. I will sleep without the covers on and I will forget to turn off the lights. Unless someone calls my name, I will not awaken.

"When I hear 'Julia Juicy Judy' I will get horny. Anything that reminds me of a cock will get me more and more horny. This will continue until I can frig myself off. One finger not be enough, two fingers will not be enough. I will slide a second finger in. The more fingers, the greater the joy."

"When I hear 'sleepy, sleepy Judy' I will enter into this wonderful peaceful place and I will listen and obey what I hear. I will only remember this place when I am here and I will have no conscious thought of ever having been here. I will obey the trigger phrases though I will not consciously hear them," she finishes.

Ron spoke one more time, "Even when I am not here, every time before you go to sleep and you are alone in your room, I want you to repeat them to yourself. You will not remember any of this when you awake. Even when the trigger words are spoken, you will not remember the person who had spoken them to you. Now get dressed."

That broke the spell over me but, as I got ready to charge out there, I realized that he could just put her back under his spell and make her not believe me. I needed time to think of a better plan. It looked like Ron was done for the night anyways. I snuck back upstairs and crawled into bed. Shortly after, I heard Ron leave.

I heard the stairs creek as Mom came up the stairs. (She obviously hadn't memorized the squeaky treads). She came up to my bedroom door and peaked in. By then, I had already formulated a plan.

"Mom?"

"Jake, are you awake? And when did you get home young ma?..."

"Sleepy, sleepy Judy," I hoped he hadn't made it so the trigger would only work for him. Instantly, to my relief, her eyes glazed over.

"Can you hear me, Judy?" I wasn't sure if she would respond to the name 'Mom'.

"Yes..."

"Think of Ron. No longer will any trigger words work on you ... unless you hear them from me instead," I decided to add. I originally thought I should erase all the trigger words, but having this sexy thirty eight year-old woman standing there in a tight swoop cut shirt and black mini skirt made me renege on my earlier thoughts. Plus, I might need to make sure Ron would not regain control, I reasoned.

"As a matter of fact, from now on you will see Ron for what he is, a sleazy good for nothing sad excuse for a man. You will no longer talk to Ron except to tell him you are done with him. You will not be able to hear any of the trigger phrases he utters and you will resist any attempt he might make to hypnotize you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, Judy, you will not remember coming in here tonight but go straight to bed. It will not occur to you that I was late tonight. And you will give up on the idea of dating for a month or so to say the least." I needed to make sure she was over this ordeal before she went out with anyone again.

At that moment, I actually resisted inserting things like 'give me free reign', but I still wanted to have a parent around to help me. After all, she was my mother and I loved her.

She left and went to bed. I had a restless night; I kept seeing Mom in her lingerie. She was one hot woman indeed.

By the time I woke up in the morning, the idea of not using this to my advantage had gone out the window. I started wondering how far this could go. I understood you can't make a person do what they morally object to, but I wondered if you could talk them into it. I spent most of the day thinking about how to proceed about this and what I did not want to change.

"By supper, Ron had called twice and Mom had told him that they were going to break it off. The last thing I thought I heard him say over the phone was "sleepy, sleepy Judy". Mom did not react as if she had heard it. I am not sure if Ron ever figured what had happened, but he must have decided to invest his time in another woman, because it was the last we heard of him.

After supper, I asked Mom if we could talk. "Could we sit on the couch?" I asked. She quickly dropped everything, not because she was hypnotized but because her teenage son had actually asked to have a talk with her.

"Sleepy, sleepy Judy," I began.

Again her eyes glazed over and she entered a trance.

"Judy, do you love me, your son?" I asked

"Very much," she replied

"Why did you start dating again?"

"I thought you might need a man in the house who you could talk with."

"Would I talk about sex with this man?"

"Yes"

"Would it be alright if I talked to you about sex?"

"Yes, but it would be awkward."

"If it did not have to be awkward, would you like to?"

"Yes."

"From now on, it will not be awkward to talk to Jake about sex."

"It is no longer awkward to talk to Jake about sex," she repeated.

"Do you think Jake is a virgin?" I asked.

"Yes."

"How does that make you feel?"

"I wish he had a girlfriend," she replied.

"You know, there are classes for math, classes for driving ... But there is no real class for sex education with a hands-on approach."

"It is not something you can teach in a classroom."

"Needs to be taught in the streets?" I queried.

"No, that's probably something which should be taught at home."

"You were a teacher before us kids were born, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Then, maybe you could teach Jake? As a matter of fact, the more you think about it the more reasonable it seems."

"How?" she questioned.

"Do you think he has a real good understanding of a woman's body? Do you think the immature bodies of girls his age will really prepare him for a grown woman? Maybe you could 'accidentally' allow him to see you in revealing clothes? As a matter of fact, that is what you will do. You will continue to wear sexy lingerie and you will 'accidentally' leave the bathroom door open from time to time. You will know that he goes out sometimes when you are dressing, but you will not close the shades, making believe no one can see you. During those occasions, you will think that it is a good time to do some dance exercising in your underwear. You will wear skimpy bathing suits when only Jake is home or if his friends are there with him," I added as an afterthought. "It will cease to feel wrong when you do this. It will begin to feel right; after all, you are his sex education teacher. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." she replied tentatively.

"Repeat what I said in regard to teaching Jake."

She repeated what I said, word for word.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes..." she replied more at ease.

I had her repeat it three more times. By the end, she sounded confident about her decision.

"It would make sense that you would enjoy teaching," I told her. "It would even be good for Jake to see a woman's body experiencing pleasure. So I tell you what, you will feel aroused when exposing yourself to Jake. The more you do it, the more at ease with it you will be and the more aroused it will make you."

Again I had her repeat it back to me.

"Finally," I concluded, "when you hear 'sweet, sweet dreams' you will think of Jake and not Ron. As a matter of fact, all the triggers that focused on Ron will now be focused on Jake. All you will remember about this time is having a conversation with Jake about his sex life and how he told you he was a virgin. Jake told you how he is not sure how he would even behave with a woman in bed. You will feel an overwhelming empathy with him and the desire to teach him more about sex and how to please a woman. Now, awaken." She blinked at me, drew me to her in a hug and told me how much she loved me.

"I am glad we had this conversation," she told me after holding me close to her for a few minutes. "We need to do this more often." Slowly, she pulled away from me while still clutching my head in her arms. This had the effect of lowering my head onto her soft breast. As if she finally realized what she had been doing, Mom jerked away from me with some excuse about needing to get something from the kitchen.

I followed her without being noticed. Once in the kitchen, I could hear her faintly talking to herself. "I really love Jake. I sure wish he had a girlfriend. You would think a strong-built man like Jake would have his pick of girls. I would think he is sexy ... if I was his age, that is. I really need to teach him more about girls. Ummm..."

May was a wonderful month. It was a full moon night all month, the Judy moon that is. About a week after I had my talk with Mom, I slipped them out the back door when I saw Mom go in her room.

When Dad had died, she could not bear to sleep in the same bedroom. With Tammy still in the first floor front bedroom and me in the upstairs back bedroom, she took the first floor back bedroom. This was great for 'peeping Jake'. I remember when it was Caitlin's room, my oldest sister. I was out one night when she was changing. I realized she did not know her window blinds were virtually transparent. Even shut you could see right through them, but the light from indoors reflecting off the glass kept her from seeing me. Tonight, Mom "forgot" to close the mini-blinds. It was her way of giving me a better view of her body. Class was on.

She walked up to her bureau, which she had conveniently moved to be next to the rear window and started taking her shirt off. Even though I had seen her naked in recent days through half opened doors, it still took my breath away to see those big tits pop out with only a skimpy powder blue lacy bra covering them.

JUDY

I can't believe I am doing this, I hope he can't see me blush through the shades. I slipped out of the black mini I was wearing and straightened out the garter belt. I hoped he appreciated the powder blue thong and hose, because the thong sure was climbing up my ass. Now for a little exercise, it is amazing how turned on it makes me feel displaying my wares to my son ... I am his teacher, I reminded myself.

JAKE

As Mom started her aerobics, her tits bounced all over the place. Occasionally, a nipple would poke out before she would hide it again. I could see the damp spot between her legs and I realized it was more than sweat; she was getting excited having me watching her. Half-way through it, she turned around, giving me a wonderful view of her ass with the powder blue thong separating her cheeks. I especially loved the leg stretches. I got within five feet of the window, as close as you could get without being seen. After about twenty minutes of exercising she stopped and reached for her robe.

"I better hurry in," I thought as I raced for the back door and onto the couch where I had been sitting before she left. I just managed to get seated when she came out of her bedroom.

"Are you watching a good show?" she asked me as I tried to catch my breath on the couch.

"A great show," I answered, not sure what was even on. Man, she looked hot in that kimono and it had actually been a great show I had been watching.

"Well, I will be going to bed now," she said as she headed back into her bedroom and shut off the lights.

She did not leave the blinds open every night. This seemed like it was done on purpose and that she wanted me to think it was by accident. Plus, for me, it would take some of the fun out of it if she just let me look anytime. Maybe later on, but right now, I enjoyed the game.

Whether there was a nightly show or not, my friends, Jim, Tim and Roger and me did enjoy Mom's new bathing suits. We had a pool in the backyard where she would sunbathe and she placed herself in the perfect position to give us the best view from my room. The skimpy top covered only a quarter of her breasts and the bikini bottoms had a habit of crawling up her ass. The dark green suit against her tanned flesh looked so appealing.

As the month went on, I couldn't help but try some of her trigger phrases. One night she had one of her girlfriends, Jen, over. I whispered to her while Jen was in the bathroom, "Julia, Juicy Judy." When Jen came back to the table I offered her some carrots.

"That would be great," she replied.

I sat back and watched them talk. Luckily for Mom, Jen could talk up a storm and she did not have to reply much, which was good because I could see Mom losing her concentration as she watched Jen dip her carrots in dip and eat them in front of her. I decided to add to the fun by pulling out a corn dog and heating it up.

I stayed in the line of sight of Mom and took my time eating the corn dog. She was just squirming in her seat. Mom, all of a sudden, remembered an errand she had to run right away. "I am sorry Jen; we will have to finish this conversation later. I just remembered I have to get to the cleaner before it closes and I believe it closes at four today."

"What cleaner closes at four?" Jen protested. But Mom was not dissuaded as she ushered her out the door.

As soon as Jen was gone, she made a beeline to her bedroom.

"Invis, invis, invis," I told her as she got close. I managed to beat her into the room as she shut the door behind her.

In seconds flat she had her dress hiked up and her pink thong shoved down enough to get her fingers into her pussy. She couldn't get the thong beyond the pink garters but it went down far enough to give her free access to her cunt. Her panties were soaked with her own juice. She shoved one, two, and finally three fingers up her pussy as she tried to fill the void. Her other hand started to caress her tits through her shirt. In no time flat, her moaning and the gyration of her hips showed me she was going over the top. I watched her thrashing as she tried to shove her fingers deeper into her pussy. Her breath came in gasps as she made one last thrust and let out a sigh. There she was, almost passed out in joy, cum dripping down her thighs and a damp spot on her bed. She was too exhausted even to remove her fingers from her pussy.

I snuck out but left her door open about two inches. I went back to the family room and positioned myself on the couch for a direct view of her hand shoved inside her pussy. I picked up a magazine and waited. Soon, I could see her move her hand away as she sat up. I quickly looked at the magazine and shuffled it loud enough for her to hear me. I could feel her eyes upon me as she realized that, from that vantage point, I must have had quite a show. She straightened up her dress and walked to the bathroom.

JUDY

"I think Jake has seen me masturbating. I can't believe I did that. I don't know what got over me. I must be beat red right now. I better go wash myself off," I thought.

"He is looking me right in the eye. Is that a slight grin I see on his face? It must have turned him on; I think I see a delicious bulge in his pants. It is turning me on just thinking about it. I better settle for a cold shower and a clean thong..."

JAKE

A few days later, as I was headed to bed, I whispered, "Sweet, sweet dreams ... invis, invis, invis" to Mom and then I headed towards her room. A little while later she came into the bedroom, stripped down to her thong. I never got tired of looking at those squeezable jugs.

She pulled out a pale blue sheer teddy to wear to bed, climbed into it and was almost instantly asleep. At first, there was only an occasional groan and then her left had reached up and started massaging her breasts. Finally, her right hand found its way to her crotch, where she shoved her thong aside and inserted two fingers into her already moist pussy. I pulled out a camera and snapped a few picture of her for my records. I knew the action had only begun. Within ten minutes, she had three fingers of her right hand inserted into her pussy and working on a forth one, frantically trying to get off. Her left hand began pulling at her nipples, which were fully erect. I could tell she was close, and then she stopped just short of an orgasm. She kept moaning. After a few minutes she started to calm down. Then her fingers began their work yet again. This cycle continued through the night. Halfway through the night I pulled myself away to get some shut eye. When I looked in on her a few hours later, she was still at it, her whole body covered in sweat.

After about a month of this, I decided it was about time to push the envelope. We had just finished supper and I was helping to clear the table.

"Mom we need to have another heart-to-heart conversation," I told her. "I still haven't found a date."

"Sure honey, I love having heart-to-heart conversations with you."

"Sleepy, sleepy Judy..." As soon as she was under I began. "You need to upgrade your teaching of Jake. He needs to be able to see how to give women pleasure. He needs to see you give yourself pleasure."

"But he is my s..."

"You are his teacher," I interrupted.

"I am his teacher..." she repeated.

"It gives you pleasure to show him."

"Pleasure..."

"It gives you immense sexual pleasure to teach him."

"Immmmennnse..." she groaned.

"Do you have any vibrators?" I asked.

"Never..." she replies.

"You need to get some so that he can see where to put his cock and how to give a woman pleasure with it.

"But..."

"But," I interrupt, "Speaking of which, what is the one thing you never consider doing with Jake?"

"I could never fuck him!"

"Why?"

"It is wrong for a mother and son..."

"Why?"

"If they were to have a child..." she began.

"That is the main taboo, correct? A child! What if you had sex in a way that could not conceive a child?"

"How?" she asked. "Even with contraceptives, there is always the chance."

"Is there a way a virgin can please a man without breaking her hymen?"

"Yes..." she answers kind of questionably.

"Yes," I reinforce. "She could use her hands."

"Yes."

"She could use oral sex."

"Yes."

"She could squeeze his cock between her tits."

"Yes."

"Are there any other openings she could use?"

"Possibly..."

"What other opening?" I asked.

"Her ass," she said tentatively. You could tell she had a hard time talking about it.

"Is there anything wrong with using that hole?" I asked.

"It is gross and it would hurt."

"If it was not gross to her, if the hole was stretched, and if she got pleasure from it, would it be a good solution?"

"I guess so," she mumbled.

"Yes, it would be ok," I told her.

"Yes, it would be."

"From now on, when you go to sleep, dream of ways you could show Jake how to make love using other parts of your body beside you pussy. Think of ways to make those options more pleasurable. Nothing in your body would gross Jake out, so it should not gross you out. Keep some lubricant near your bed and stretch those parts of your body that need to be stretched for your comfort and pleasure. Use the dildo and vibrators to imitate his cock. The newer the love-making idea is to you the more pleasure it will give you. They are only fantasies and, as his teacher, you will need to stretch your imagination."

"Pleasure ... fantasies ... stretch my imagination."

I used the regular closing statements like, "you had a wonderful conversation with your son about sex. Not too detailed, but you talked to him about what a women might like, how to dress. You will not consciously remember the details, but you will retain the command subconsciously. You love feeling this peace to talk to your son like this. You love being his teacher. Now, awaken."

JUDY

I loved having these conversations with my son. I was so glad I could help him learn more about the opposite sex. I knew I shouldn't, but it got me wet just talking about it with him. Well, it shouldn't have been a chore after all.

I needed to show him more about how to make love. Where did that thought come from? I hope he didn't notice my blush.

"Ah, Jake, I have to go clean my bedroom." I told him in a husky voice. As I closed the door to my room, my hands pulled up my skirt and thrust down my panties. It was hard to believe the crotch of my panties was already completely soaked and my juice was flowing down my thighs. What had become of me? A few months ago I barely ever had the urge, let alone that intensity. Well, it at least made my lesson for Jake easier.

My left hand was working hungrily on my pussy, one, two, three, four, and now most of my hand was up my pussy. My right hand was under my shirt, pulling on my erect nipples. "None of this is enough. I need something more than my hand to fill the void in my pussy," I thought as my eyes spotted my hair brush on the bed stand. "That handle might make a good substitute prick."

By then, my pussy was aching to explode and reason had left my mind. I grabbed the brush, lay back on my bed and started pumping away with the handle jammed in my pussy. That prick feels so good. "AHHH! ... AHHHH! ... AHHHHH! ... AHHHHHH!" Over the edge I went.

Wow! I woke up with the bristles of my brush tickling my pussy, and I realizee with shock what I had just done. But it felt so good. I noticed for the first time that, in my haste, I had not even lowered the blinds, let alone closed them. I wondered if Jake ... Well, Jake needed to know how to please a woman. He could think of the brush as his cock, but in some other woman's pussy, not his mother's. Absent-mindedly, I found myself sucking on the brush handle while thinking about Jake's cock.

"What am I doing?" I thought to myself. "Well, it wouldn't be like he was in my pussy. It is only a fantasy. What other fantasies could I dream about?" With that happy thought, I drifted off to sleep, with the end of the brush back in my mouth. I had never known I tasted so good. Just a little sperm mixed in would make a perfect mixed drink.

JAKE

What a show! It was all I could do not to run in there and help Mom. As it turned out, it was a little sticky and wet getting out of my pants that night. I did not think she would take to the suggestions so quickly; she must have been getting more relaxed about the "teaching" business. I couldn't wait to see if the suggestion about anal sex would take hold...

Within a week, Mom had bought two dildos and a vibrator dildo. One dildo was about seven inches long and one inch in diameter. The vibrator dildo looked slightly longer and thicker. The second dildo caught my interest because it was slightly shorter and about three quarters of an inch in diameter. I could tell they heightened her sexual drive. The once a week show I had been getting turned into every three days and her gentler orgasms turned into hip-bucking thrashes.

When she first started, she was more tentative with the new toys. She would suck on one, imitating a blowjob, then set it aside and mount the vibrator in her pussy for a ride. After a while, she really started getting into it. She would be sucking on one dildo, sliding the second vibrator in and out of her pussy. It didn't take her long until she was deep-throating the one in her mouth. About the same time she started deep-throating the dildo, I noticed a jar of KY jelly appear in the room...