Chapter 26

My mother’s blush deepened as we made eye-contact.

This wasn’t the first time I’d caught Mom spying, but it was the first time she’d noticed me noticing her.

To my surprise and delight, she didn’t leave.

Lucy was on her knees in front of me, wearing a set of black lingerie. Not that it covered much - the left strap had fallen down, exposing one of her huge tits. Her pink nipple was exposed and swollen, and her panties were pushed aside as she frantically thrust three fingers inside herself.

She was looking up at me, her lips stretched around my cock. Although she couldn’t speak, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

Has it worked? she silently asked, before her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.

That wasn’t part of the plan. Lucy just really, really likes going down on me.

I glanced back to the door. Mom was still there, crouching outside my sister’s bedroom door. I maintained eye-contact with her as Lucy’s head continued to bob up and down.

My cock halfway down my sister’s throat, my mother unable to look away, the constant state of sexual frenzy that had filled the house recently, the knowledge that it was all because of me - it was enough to set me over the edge, and I started bucking forward, listening to my sister choke with pleasure as I came inside her.

That was all it took for Lucy to start cumming as well ... but to my great surprise, my sister’s soft moans of orgasm were echoed from outside the room.

For the first time, I noticed that Mom wasn’t just watching us.

She was getting herself off as she did.

Session A93:

“Okay Mom,” I said. “What would make you want to turn our house into a nudist home?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Is there anyone you’d talk about it with?”

“Yes.”

“Would you tell me who?”

“Yes.”

“Who would you talk about it with?”

“Other parents.”

I smiled. That was the answer I’d been hoping for.

“Hypothetical: in ten years time, I met a nice girl and we start dating.”

Nod. Possibly even a glimmer of a smile.

“After a year or two, we get married.”

Nod.

“Another year passes, and we come to you with exciting news - my wife is pregnant. How do you react?”

“I’m overjoyed,” Mom replied in a monotone.

Session A188:

“Hypothetical: I get Lucy pregnant.”

Mom moaned. That took me by surprise - her eyes remained totally blank, her face didn’t move at all, but a soft moan of arousal uncontrollably left her lips.

“Would you tell me if it turns you on?” I asked with a smile, already knowing the answer.

“No.”

Bingo.

Session A93:

“We have the kid. Eighteen years later, I go to you for advice.”

Nod.

I’d never skipped over so much time in a single hypothetical, but Mom seemed to accept it without issue.

“I want to ask you how to talk to it about sex.”

Nod. The use of “it” to refer to my 18-year old kid didn’t slow her down at all. Normally these hypotheticals require at least a little detail to be effective - maybe Mom had already spent time imagining me growing up, getting hitched, having kids.

Now, of course, I had to be super careful not to wake Mom up. I didn’t even want to think about the damage that would be caused if she was suddenly transported 30 plus years back in time, her grandchild of indeterminate sex erased from her mind.

“Would you tell me why you don’t like talking to your kids about sex?”

“No.”

God damn it, Mom.

*Session A175:

“You don’t want to talk to your kids about sex, do you?”

“No.”

A pink tinge appeared in my mother’s cheeks.

“If you saw your kids having sex, you wouldn’t want to talk to them about it, would you?”

“No.”

The blush deepened.

“If you saw your son slowly fucking his sister, sliding his cock deep inside her, filling her up so tight that she can barely breathe ... if you saw Lucy shivering with orgasm as she got fucked by her own brother, you wouldn’t say anything to them, would you?”

“No...”

“What if you saw that they weren’t using protection? What if your only daughter was being filled up by her brother’s seed - what if she was quaking and moaning with pleasure as he came bareback inside her. What would you do?”

“I’d ... I’d...”

My mother’s eyes rolled back in her head, and it took her a few seconds before she was calm enough to respond.

“I wouldn’t say anything.”

Session A93:

I took a deep breath, trying not to scream with frustration.

I’d only been hypnotizing my mother for a couple of months now, but it felt like it’d been six freaking years. No matter what I did, I kept running into the same damn wall:

“I don’t want to talk about it”.

Or, worse, she’d wake up. She’d wake up, and I’d be left absolutely clueless as to why.

I wanted to punch the wall. Maybe that’d help me break through it.

I forced myself to calm down. It took me a few seconds before I was calm enough to respond.

Slow and steady. There was no rush. Especially not with Lucy taking care of my every sexual need, almost.

And it was important to get this just right; I knew what happened if anything went wrong.

Let me explain:

Six months ago, I found a website that taught you how to hypnotize your family members.

Actually, I guess it started even earlier than that.

Ever since I was old enough to know what sex was, I’ve lusted after my Mom and my sister Lucy. Their perfect bodies have been the center of my fantasies for as long as I’ve had fantasies, and ... well, the website promised to transform that lust into action.

As it turns out, it’s more complicated than you’d think. You can’t just snap your fingers, put someone under, and wake them up as your sex slave.

I mean, not all at once.

The website did deliver on the trance. A few minutes alone with a willing participant, and I was able to hypnotize them, put them under, and carry on a conversation with their blank face and monotone voice.

They never remembered what we talked about - I’d ask them questions, pose hypothetical scenarios, attempt to give them orders.

If they didn’t want to obey my commands, they’d snap out of it. They’d never remember what I’d asked or what we’d talked about - as far as they were concerned, I’d just helped them reach an incredible state of relaxation.

But slowly, surely, I got better at it. I worked out how to implant memories; by posing a hypothetical and slowly taking someone out of trance, they’d be convinced that whatever we’d been talking about had actually happened.

I could change people’s pasts.

I could change people.

So far, I’d only hypnotized three people - my Mom, my sister Lucy, and her best friend Marcie.

Over 90 sessions, I’d altered my mother’s memories, adjusted her self-esteem, and convinced her to dress in skimpy clothing around the house. She was convinced that family members would never check each other out, would never be attracted to one another ... which gave me free license to stare at her body every chance I get.