Luna and Feliciana arose at about 9:30 the next day, seeing no need to make up early when they didn’t have much planned. This time Luna prepared breakfast, getting out the waffle maker, the batter, and some blueberries. Seeing her daughter’s work, Feliciana made her way into the small study, thumbing her way through shelves of books before settling on one she’d been meaning to read for a while. She started it as Luna plated the food, when Grant stepped out into the living room once more, yawning a little. There was something in his pocket, but Luna could only make out the vague shape. He walked over to the couch like usual.

“Hey,” she said, in her usual detached, cute tone. Her mother released a similar outward-sounding remark. He looked over to his sister and nodded. “Morning.”

An air of sibling domesticity came over the room, with Luna slipping her brother a plate of breakfast, their mother otherwise engaged.

“Thank you,” he told her.

“No problem.” The response came quick and without lingering emotion. Their mother was beginning to become enraptured in her book, which was a ritual she loved to go over in her time off school. She could be disturbed, and without complaint, but no one wanted to go about doing that now. Luna got to her breakfast, eating slower than her brother, as usual. She set her fork down for a second and announced “I’m going to hang with Steph today,” before going back to eating.

He looked over to her, raising a brow at her announcement before the silence settled over them again. Their mother absentmindedly responded. “Doesn’t she live far away?”

Luna ate a bit before answering. “Yeah, she’s like an hour away. I’m gonna head out at like 2 and be back by like 7.” Her mother chirped up with “Alright, that’s fine. Have a good time,” before returning to her book. She looked up to her family eating her food, smiling a little to herself at the meal’s success. Looking over to her brother for a second, she scooted over next to him. His surprise was evident, but there was something she wanted to ask him. He could tell from the look on her face - sibling instincts.

“Is something the matter?”

She blinked, looking her brother in the eyes and setting down her food. “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just wondering…what’d you, um, get from hypnotizing me? What did it teach you?”

He nodded a bit. “Hm…it helped me get a feel for the induction, how someone acts while under…though, Mom will help me see the differences from person to person.”

Their mother acknowledged someone was talking about her, her breath hitching slightly, but nothing further. Luna nodded, looking away from her brother’s face. “Nice, I’m glad.”

He gave a controlled smile. “Thank you again for helping me out.”

Luna immediately responded, not taking much time to process what she was saying. “Yeah, any time.” Once the words were out of her mouth, the depth of what she’d said sank in, but she hesitated to take them back. Her brother chuckled a little, making her a little embarrassed, but she returned to her food. Eventually, he finished his food, washing his dishes in the sink and heading back to the couch. She did the same a little bit after, seeing him look towards their mother. She didn’t say anything about it.

Several hours later, Grant was reading on the couch. Luna had been out on the road for about 30 minutes. He was studying eye fixation, a method of hypnosis in which a specific object is used to bring someone into trance. After some looking around, he settled on a spare amethyst necklace he found lying around to test it out, a large centerpiece hanging in the middle of it. It was probably his mother’s. It felt amazing, seeing his sister hypnotized. Her vacant, empty expression, the soft way words slid out of her mouth…he had to know how his mother would look under his power.

Suddenly, the door to his mother’s room opened. His brows arched as he turned over to look at her, stretching her arms. She’d just gotten up from a nap. “Oh, Mom.”

She looked over, ribbing him a little bit as she yawned. “Oh, Grant.”

“Um…are you busy? I was wondering if we could try that hypnosis, like we talked about.” His mother rubbed sleep out of her eyes and moved to sit down across from him on the couch. “Sure,” she replied somewhat curtly. He nodded, shifting a little forward.

“Alright, well…get comfortable, and tell me when you’re ready.”

After scooting around a bit, breathing deeply for a few seconds, she looked prepared. “I’m ready.”

He nodded, slowly taking out the necklace, holding it by the chain and holding it in front of his mother’s gaze. He let the charm dangle. “Okay then, I’d like for you to focus your gaze right on the necklace here.”

There was a brief pause as she eyed the necklace. She let out a mumbled agreement after she’d gotten used to its form and presence.

He was nervous, but he didn’t project any of it. “Good…just focus your eyes as you keep relaxing, taking deep breaths in…and slow breaths out…focusing right on the necklace as you listen to my voice…” She nodded, and her deep breaths got slower with each repetition.

“That’s right…take deep, slow breaths exactly like that…and just follow the necklace,” he spoke softly. He began to let the charm swing from left to right a little. A soft hum exited his mother’s lips as her eyes traced the path of the necklace’s centerpiece, her breath slow and steady. He continued to swing the necklace across her eyes, seeing how they tracked it so diligently.

“...I’d like for you to just focus on your breathing…the necklace…and my voice…breathe in all the relaxation…and let all your stresses and worries out…”

He trusted that she was doing as he asked, letting the necklace have all of her attention. 

“Just keep your gaze on the necklace…not straying for a moment…let your mind only worry about focusing…listening…following…”

Feliciana, his mother, was focusing, and listening, and following. It was nice to be so in tune. It was so simple. He kept swinging the necklace from left to right, seeing fatigue begin to come to her eyes, and by extension, her mind. “Yes…just keep following…because following is so easy to do…your body does it automatically…so stress free…to follow what I say…so close to utter bliss…”

Her face contorted a little, and his brows arched a bit in response. Still, he pressed on. “Just listen to what I say…let me lead you down into nice…warm…relaxation…” He cooed to her. It was so warm. It was so wonderful.

“So relaxed…so tranquil…this is the kind of feeling that you can just allow yourself to sink into, isn’t it, Mom?” He asked softly, continuing to swing the necklace in front of her.

She took a deep breath. “Yes…” Her voice was firm, unwavering, and above all, happy. He was surprised at how steady it was, especially compared to his sister. Still, she was close to falling, and all he had to do was give her a push. “That’s right. You’re so ready to sink into this nice, gentle trance, aren’t you?”

“I’m…ready.” She was calm. He smiled.

“That’s it…keep following the necklace, following deeper…” She waited, patient and eager, her eyes obediently moving with the necklace. “...and deeper…” It was going to be so relaxing. She felt her entire body sink into the couch, into the necklace. It was so…

He dropped the necklace, catching it in his other hand. “Drop.”

And she dropped.

Her head lolled forward onto her sizable chest, her eyes closing quickly. He let her remain still for a moment before reaching over to set a hand onto her shoulder, and examining her body. He sighed, looking back up to her dark hair and giving his first command.

“Okay, Mom…sit up, and open your eyes, staying deep in trance.”

Her head reached up, her eyes slowly revealed to him. Her glazed, vacant look was now familiar to him - it was the same as his sister’s. He was glad. Glad his hypnosis had worked, glad his mother was now within his control, and above all glad she couldn’t see him very clearly as he looked down to her breasts. She’d always been well-endowed, and her pretty face and cute accent only cemented his attraction. She was so affectionate, so trusting, he couldn’t wait to bring out the part of her that would dote on his every command as an obedient slut. His sister got most of her beauty from their mother, Feliciana’s late husband only really contributing to her son’s facial structure. It took all of his willpower not to keep staring at his mother’s bust, not to reach out and fondle her. That would come in due time. For now, he had to mold her. He looked back into her empty eyes.

“...How do you feel?”

Feliciana paused for a moment at her son’s question, figuring out how to possibly give an answer when she felt so relaxed, and so at ease. Finally, she settled on “Good.” Her voice was self-assured.

Her son nodded. “Yes…you feel so relaxed and nice right now, don’t you?”

She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation, not giving too much away as she breathed. “Yes…relaxed.”

“Do you like feeling this way, Mom?” She did. So much.

“Yes…”

“You like how it feels to be hypnotized, don’t you?” He led her to her perfect answer.

“Yes. I like how it feels to be hypnotized.” There was less than no argument from her, the connection between his hypnosis and her enjoyment thoroughly etched into her mind.

He seemed surprised at how quickly she accepted it, but of course she would. She had no worries about what her son would do. He shuffled in his seat, looking at her. “Would you want to feel this relaxation again?”

“...yes, when I want to.” This was her first stipulation. Her son arched his brows.

“When would you want to?” Her thick brows moved alongside his.

“When I have a bad day, or I need to relax…” That sounded perfect.

“But you like the feeling of being hypnotized, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She said it, but she wasn’t sure why he was asking. She obviously did.

“You want to be hypnotized, then?”

There it was, there was the real point. He looked curiously at her as she paused, before stumbling upon an accurate answer. “...I’m not sure.”

“You want to feel this relaxation, right?”

“Yes.” Again, the questioning tone as he prompted her.

“And to feel this relaxation, you were hypnotized, right?”

For the first time, she felt her mind at work. "Yes." Not grueling work, but work nonetheless. Grant nodded, moving his hand.

“So to feel this relaxation, you want to be hypnotized by me…”

“I want to be hypnotized.”

“Yes, you want to be hypnotized by me, is that right, Mom?” His tone was soft, earnest.

“I want to be hypnotized…” She hesitated, but eventually came to it. “...by you.”

“You want to be hypnotized by me, and feel this relaxation, because being hypnotized by me feels so nice, doesn’t it?”

She hesitated for a moment, but not too terribly long as the words followed. “I want to be hypnotized by you because being hypnotized by you feels nice.” Monotone and still. Her son smiled in satisfaction.

“Good…would you say yes if I asked if I could hypnotize you?”

She responded quickly, her mind still intact enough to go through the possibilities quickly. “Probably.”

“Only probably? When are times you would not accept?”

She relaxed further. “If I was doing something else.”

He tilted his head a little. “Such as…?” She took a moment to think of an example, settling on the most banal one.

“If I was working, and you wanted to hypnotize me, I would say no.” Seemed simple enough.

“Any other time, and you would agree?” He nodded.

“If it was in front of someone else, I would say no.” She was thinking of more and more situations where she wouldn’t as they arose from her mind.

“And…any other time?”

“If I didn’t want you to hypnotize me, and you wanted to hypnotize me, I would say no.” He squinted.

“Why would you not want me to?” She had her reasons, but they were…uncomfortable. She blushed a little, and hesitated. Silence brewed between them. 

“...Mom?”

She opened her mouth, preparing to answer, but instead the blush only intensified. Her hangups were harming her. Her son’s brows narrowed. He looked almost suspicious of her.

“Mom…why won’t you answer?”

As if she was admitting a secret, she whispered “It’s embarrassing…”

He gave a short breath. “How so?”

“It’s about you…” He stared at her, dismissing her reaction. 

“What’s embarrassing about that?”

Finally, Feliciana, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else, confessed. “I wouldn’t let you hypnotize me if you were…” Her tone was firm, but nonplussed. “...turgid.” She forced the last word from her lips. Her son tilted his head in confusion.

“Turgid?”

She wanted to put her head in her hands, but she didn’t have the mental capacity, emotional leeway, or control of her own body for it right now. “Turgid.”

He looked to either side. “What do you mean by turgid, Mom?”

She took a deep sigh, before finally getting at it, her face painted with shame. “...turgid means…erect.” He blinked, his brows arching in realization.

“Um…why wouldn’t you want me to hypnotize you if I were…turgid?”

“It would be uncomfortable.” Her tone was more forceful than before, as if trance was losing its grip over her. He noticed, so he planned ahead, as well as making a general note not to be hard around his mother. That might have been a given though.

“Okay. Any other time, then?”

As much as she wracked her brain to come up with some exception, she couldn’t see any that she could defend. “Any…other…time…” Her trance was beginning to weaken. He nodded.

“So most of the time, you’ll accept being hypnotized by me, right?”

“Most of the time…I’ll accept…being hypnotized…by you.” Her words were deliberate and quiet.

“You’ll accept being hypnotized by me because you want to be hypnotized by me.”

She only nodded, somewhat uncertain, but he knew how to bring her back. How to convince her of her place.

“Good…then whenever I show you this necklace,” he brought said necklace up for her to see, “you’ll be completely enraptured by it…and you’ll easily come back down into this trance…do you understand?”

Yesss. It was so pretty, so easy to get lost in. She was completely transfixed on it, and her trance deepened. “Back into trance…” He smiled, putting the necklace down again.

“That’s right…so easily…isn’t that right, Mom?”

She followed the necklace out of her sightline, so she was now looking down toward her son. “So easily…” She didn’t notice anything strange about this, nor when he reached up to her chin and tilted it back up, making sure she would look him in the eye.

“Now, Mom, you know Luna and I are having hypnosis sessions as well, right?”

“Yes.” A cautious tone emerged.

“While she and I are having a session, what would you do?”

She sighed. “Nothing I wouldn’t…normally do.”

“What would you normally do, then?” He seemed to be genuine. She took a moment to consider.

“If I heard or saw that you did something wrong, I would stop you,” she responded.

His eyes narrowed. Hers were still empty and vacant. “Does that mean you’d watch us?”

"No. That wouldn't be fair. I would be in the next room over, listening."

He frowned a little, crossing his arms. “You’d be eavesdropping?”

Her face shifted a bit, almost imperceptibly. “...It’s not eavesdropping…just being a good mother…” She wasn’t going to do anything that wasn’t in their best interest, she thought. That’s what mothers are supposed to do. He rolled his eyes, presumably unimpressed by her justification.

“Even so, that would be eavesdropping, and that would violate your children’s privacy, wouldn’t it?”

She was slightly offended now. What did her son know about parenting, about balancing her children’s privacy as they got older? She’d had to struggle with this herself, and here he came acting like he knew everything. It was rude. “I’m making sure you’re both okay…”

He didn’t budge. “I’m merely stating facts. After all, if you’re listening in on someone without them knowing, what is that, Mom?”

There was probably a counterargument to be made, but she was in no shape to make it. Her addled brain couldn’t do anything but follow the path preset for her. “...that’s eavesdropping.” It felt good.

“That’s exactly right. Eavesdropping is usually impolite, is it not?”

“...impolite…” The words came out quietly, reinforcing the ideas in her mind. He continued on.

“Do you want to be impolite, Mom?”

No, of course not. She hated being rude, and she hated upsetting people. She’d been a natural people-pleaser for all her life. “No…”

He grinned a little. “So what would you call listening in on your children without them knowing?”

All the connections fell into place in Feliciana’s mind, making it easy to come to a conclusion after almost no time at all. “Eavesdropping.”

“That’s right, Mom. And you know that’s impolite. Do you want to be impolite?”

“...no…I don’t want to be impolite…” Her voice was less firm, less intentional. She felt weaker, but not necessarily in a negative way.

“Right. So if eavesdropping on your children is impolite, would you want to do that?”

She took a sharp breath in, letting it out slowly, letting the space settle around her. “No.”

“Your children deserve their privacy, right?” His referral of himself in the third person was lost on her. It helped convince her, as it distinguished between the person talking to her and the person who would hypnotize her daughter, despite those people being one in the same. He’d learned of that trick online.

“...yes…” She was somewhat uncertain.

“You wouldn’t want to invade their privacy, would you?” 

She loved his prompts. It made answering his questions so easy. “No…”

“So will you be spying on your children while they’re doing something?”

“No.” For sure.

He smiled, and she smiled back. “So if Luna and I were having a hypnosis session, what would you do?”

“I would…not listen in…I would let you hypnotize her privately…” Her voice was wispy and light.

“That’s right. Good.” He nodded, sitting back onto the couch. “And…you’ll find that this relaxing feeling in trance, instead of eventually getting used to it, you find that this feeling only gets better and better the more I hypnotize you. Do you understand?”

She nodded enthusiastically. More relaxation wasn’t something she was going to turn down.

“And the better it feels, the more you’ll want to experience it.”

“Yes…” The word slithered from her tongue.

“So the more and more that you’d want to be hypnotized, yes?”

She nodded as she spoke. “Yes, I’d want to be hypnotized more and more.”

He smiled. “You’d want to be hypnotized by me more and more.” His clarification was soft, directing her words nicely. She had no reason to disagree.

“I’d want you to hypnotize me more and more.” Her son was so great at this.

Grant had accomplished more with his mother than he had with his sister, in half the time. She’d been mostly without argument, which made things a lot easier for him. Still, he had the time. He wanted to push further, and as his eyes wandered to her short-sleeved lavender tee and jeans, both tightly clinging to her assets, he knew where his efforts would be well spent.

“Do you like being looked at, Mom?”

She shook a little as she answered. “I don’t dislike it.”

That wasn’t particularly helpful. “Hm…care to elaborate?” She seemed uncomfortable, but it was worth pressing on.

“I don’t mind when people do it, but I don’t like it, exactly.”

He tilted his head curiously, genuinely interested in her reason, for equal parts genuine and aroused answers. “Why don’t you like it?”

“It’s rude…and objectifying.”

“Why do you think that?” Where was that coming from?

Suddenly, she became impassioned, but the relaxation never faded from her voice. “People can look at me…and that’s fine…but I don’t like it when people stare…I feel like they’re only viewing me as a…” She hesitated. “...sex object, not the person…with beliefs and opinions…that I am.”

He was surprised she’d go that far in front of her own son, and he crossed his arms. How interesting. He nodded a little. “Do you think you’re attractive, Mom?”

Her cheeks flared up. There might have been a difference between bringing it up on her own terms and her son mentioning it. Her cheeks flared up, but she let out “Yes…” just the same.

He smiled. She had a healthy self-esteem. He was curious to go further. “In what ways do you think you’re attractive?” 

He hoped his mother would feel open and honest enough to answer, but instead, she paused. He blinked.

“Mom?”

For the first time, Feliciana grunted unassumingly, not responding further. He sat back up a little bit, getting to work to find the heart of the problem. If he could change that, he could go beyond this.

“Would you tell me in what ways you think you’re attractive?” He reworded the question a step back to accomplish this.

“No.” Pretty confident, almost stern.

“Why not?”

She looked for the right word for a moment before sighing. “That would be…inappropriate.”

“In what way?”

She looked a little skeptical. “You’re my son.” Her tone was, much like her daughter before her, of the ‘This is blisteringly obvious’ variety.

“But you’d only be describing what you think is attractive about you.” He spoke softly, encouraging her to see his point of view.

“I don’t want to…describe myself that way, to you…” She wasn’t budging. It was time for a different approach. Grant sighed as well.

“Okay…do you like when other people find you attractive?”

That was straightforward. “Yes.”

He nodded a little. “When people look at you, that means they find you attractive, right? You can be open and honest with me.”

She shivered a little, slipping into complete, direct honesty. “...yes…” She seemed surprised. “They find me…attractive.”

“And that makes you feel good.”

“Yes…that makes me feel good…” Her words lingered, floating in the air.

“You like it when people find you attractive, isn’t that right, Mom?”

She sat, letting relaxation settle over her before she answered. “Sometimes…if it’s someone I like…” Compared to the beginning of the session, it felt like most of her drive and confidence had shifted into simply listening to what her son said. It was a much more subservient position.

Well, that wouldn’t do. “Hm? But you said yes already, you said you do like when people find you attractive.” She had to see his viewpoint, and it looked like she did.

“...yes…” He nodded.

“So if people who look at you find you attractive, then that would feel good.”

His mom began speaking, and then she stopped herself for a moment, considering what she was about to say before being swept away in the current of his direction. After a few seconds, she spoke again. “Yes.”

He nodded. He would have to keep an eye on her. “Then in turn, you like it when people look at you, right, Mom?”

“Yes,” she didn’t open her lips much to speak. He smiled a little more.

“So do you like being looked at?” The disdain in her previous answer weighed on his mind as he asked, making sure he’d convinced her properly.

“...yes…I like being looked at…”

Great. He reached over to rub her shoulder gently, coaxing her with a reward. He whispered “Yes…good…” close to her. “Feeling attractive feels very good, doesn’t it, Mom?”

She nodded a little, her head bobbing. “Yes…”

“Does it matter who makes you feel attractive?” This would be the next step.

“Yes…if someone creepy did, that would be bad.”

He tilted his head a little, but it made some sense. “Anyone else besides that?”

“...someone I couldn’t be attracted to…”

He frowned, clarifying to her. “This is about making you feel attractive.” 

She thought for a moment. “...yes…”

“So if anyone, besides creepy people, looked at you, you’d feel good.”

“Probably…” Her voice was full of uncertainty, of doubt. His eyes lidded, and he shifted in his seat.

“What if…I were looking at you?”

She reacted quickly, as if it was right from her gut. Her half-conscious state didn’t have much time to consider, after all. “I would be…very uncomfortable.”

He pushed on. “But, I’m not creepy, am I?”

“No…” She shook her head. “You’re not…”

“So, you’d feel attractive because of me, right, Mom?”

“...no…” She was meek. His brows narrowed a little, and he huffed.

“Why not?”

She was exasperated. “You’re…my son…you shouldn’t be…attracted to me…”

He shook his head. They were both pushing back now. “We’re talking about how you feel, Mom.”

“I would feel like…I raised you wrong…”

He thought for a moment, trying to worm around this, before he recalled what he’d said earlier. “People that look at you aren’t necessarily attracted. They just like how you look.”

Now she was uncertain; it had worked. “Maybe…”

“Your attractiveness is connected to how you look, isn’t it, Mom?”

“...yes.” Surer still.

“So, I don’t have to be attracted to you to like how you look, correct?” He waited for a second to let the mostly taxonomic distinction settle into her malleable mind, but she responded eventually.

“...Yes…”

He smiled. She agreed with his workaround. “So if I looked at you, you’d feel attractive, wouldn’t you?”

Another pause, longer and more intimate than any that had preceded it. Grant gulped quietly in the silence, letting her stew in her own emotions. Finally, there was an answer.

“...yes.”

He perked up. “And when you feel attractive, you feel good, right, Mom?”

“Yes.” She followed the line of reasoning set for her with no complaint.

“So when I look at you, you’d feel good.”

She sighed. “When you look at me, I’ll feel good…”

Perfect. Time to reinforce it. “You feel good when I look at you…” he spoke softly.

“I feel good when you look at me…”

“You feel attractive when I look at you.”

“I feel attractive when you look at me…” Her mouth still lingered open after she spoke, like a fish in the water. It was cute, seeing her intelligent face look so hindered, so controlled.

“You want to feel attractive and good, don’t you?”

“I want to feel attractive and good…” She clearly did.

“So you must want me to look at you, because you feel attractive and good when I look at you, and you want to feel attractive and good.”

She nodded simply. “I want you to look at me…”

He smiled. She was set on the concept, the idea of her son scanning her body to feel attractive. She didn’t see a thing wrong with it. “You want to get me to look at you, right, Mom?”

“I want to get you to look at me…” She smiled, too. He shifted in his seat from excitement. This tangent had been a rousing success.

“How would you get me to look at you? Go ahead and tell me all that you can do.” The longer she spoke, the more likely she was to stumble on something he liked. He left the fray open for her.

Suddenly put on the spot, Feliciana’s mind began racing. She thought of a few ideas at first, sorting through them for the good ones. She spoke slowly. “I would…talk to you more…” He nodded, waiting for more. “...I would…stretch in front of you…” His brows arched a bit, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. “...I would…look at your body, so you look at mine…” Now that one surprised him. He held up his hand, stopping her.

“What do you mean by that?”

She took a deep breath. “I would glance down at your…body…so you would look at mine…”

“Why do you think that would get me to look at you?”

She shyly smiled. “...it would make you more comfortable staring…”

He chuckled quietly. “Alright. What else?”

She stammered, trying to get out something for about 30 seconds, before she finally proposed it. “I would dress differently…”

His brows arched, stunned, amused, and turned on at how laissez-faire she was being. “You would dress differently for me?”

“Yes…if you would look at me…”

He smiled at her efforts, her forthcoming desperation. “Well, if you want me to look at you, you’d want to dress in something that I’d want to look at, right?”

This idea visibly dawned on her. “Yes…”

“So, you’d want to dress in attractive clothing.”

She blushed. “...yes…” He had admitted what they were both thinking.

“So, in order to get me to look at you…you’d talk to me more…stretch in front of me…look at me…and dress differently for me…” She didn’t notice his slight rewording, nor the emphasis it put on his satisfaction above all else. She breathed out whenever he listed off something she would do, falling into a rhythm. “That all sounds right, yes?”

“...yes.”

“Mhmm…do you have any other ideas, Mom?”

She shook her head, her hair cutely falling to either side. He let out a small breath.

“What attractive clothing do you have?”

She thought for a moment, but seemed to come to a conclusion quickly. It was natural, after all. He’d told her so himself. “I have…low-cut shirts…and shorts…and skirts…and a crop top.” Her cheeks flushed a little at the last item, but that was all that showed. He nodded as she went on, grinning subtly.

“You’ll be wearing those much more around the house, won’t you, Mom?”

“...yes…” Of course she would.

“Because you’ll be dressing attractively for me. It’s so easy for you to do that for me.”

It was so easy. “I’ll be dressing attractively for you…”

“You want to attract my eyes, because my eyes make you feel nice and good.”

It was so nice. “Your eyes make me feel good…”

“You feel good right now, don’t you? You feel good and relaxed because I’m looking at you.”

It was so relaxing. “I feel good right now…because you’re looking at me…”

He smiled. “And it only feels better and better the more I look at you…”

“It only feels better and better the longer you look at me…” He’d been looking at her the whole time. She must have felt so good, and he took the opportunity to enhance that, looking her over. He started with her chest, analyzing her breasts, moving down to her large thighs, and wondering how she felt, being affected by his gaze. As she let out a nice hum under her breath, he got his answer.

“Yes…and the better you feel, the more you want me to look at you.”

“The better I feel…the more I want you to look at me…”

“Good.” He thought for a moment, a question on his mind. “Do you have a lot of attractive clothing?”

“...no.” She answered somewhat guiltily, like a kid caught drawing on the wall.

“Then you’ll have to buy more, right?”

“...no?” She seemed more confused than anything. He smiled, eager to put her on the right track.

“Well, if you only wear the same few attractive pieces of clothing again and again, it would get stale for me…”

It dawned on her. “...yes.” It seemed so obvious now.

“And if it gets stale, I wouldn’t look at you as much.”

“...no…you wouldn’t…” She sounded so disappointed.

“So, you’d want to make sure that I keep looking at you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yess…” Her words slurred a bit. He was convinced this was working now.

“So you need more attractive clothing, Mom.”

“Yesss…”

“So the only reasonable answer is that you should buy more attractive clothing, shouldn’t you?”

She took a deep breath. “...yes.”

“So, you’ll buy more attractive clothing to wear for me.”

“Yes, I’ll buy more attractive clothing to wear for you…” She liked putting it all into words. It was so nice. So satisfying for her.

“Good…” He looked towards the time. They would need to end soon, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to reinforce these ideas before he left. He’d read about this as well. “Okay, I’d like for you to repeat this for me until I tell you to stop, Mom. You feel good when I look at you…you’ll wear attractive clothing for me…you’ll buy more to wear for me when you can.”

She took a deep breath in, and out, before speaking. "I feel good when you look at me...I'll wear attractive clothing for you...I'll buy more to wear for you when I can..." There was no hesitation, no questions asked. He sat back, admiring his mother’s body as she continued with her phrase, becoming a mantra of sorts for her mind.

 "I feel good when you look at me...I'll wear attractive clothing for you...I'll buy more to wear for you when I can..." Her voice was light and unsuspecting.

 "I feel good when you look at me...I'll wear attractive clothing for you...I'll buy more to wear for you when I can..." She kept going.

 "I feel good when you look at me...I'll wear attractive clothing for you...I'll buy more to wear for you when I can..." Finally, he spoke up.

“You may stop now.” 

She stopped immediately.

“Good. All those words are the absolute truth.”

“Yes…” Clearly.

“Good. Then, on the count of three, you’ll come out of trance, feeling amazing and well rested, with the want to be attractive and be hypnotized by me again. One…two…and three,” he counted as he snapped his fingers.

Feliciana blinked, readjusting to her position. She hadn’t moved, but she still looked around to get a feel for her surroundings before turning her head back toward her son. “So, it worked?” She was excited.

“It seems so.” Grant smiled. “How do you feel?”

She looked up for a moment, pondering the question, before settling on something brief as she looked back down towards him. “Well. Good.” She laughed, and her son sharply exhaled alongside her, chuckling a little under his breath.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I just wasn’t really expecting it to. All I’ve seen of hypnosis is people on TV with the pocket watches saying ‘you’re getting sleepy.’” He shook his head, chuckling again.

“Well, as you can see, it’s a bit more complicated than that.” 

She flashed a bright smile. “I’ve gathered as much. That was very relaxing, we’ll have to do it again some time.” He nodded.

“I’d be happy to.”

“Great!” She felt great. “Luna said she was doing tomorrow, right? How does the day after tomorrow sound?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, if you’re not busy.” He seemed taken aback at her enthusiasm.

“I shouldn’t be. My interview with the author who wants to talk at our school is the day after that. Maybe this could help me relax!”

He nodded, satisfied. “Alright, that sounds good.”

“Thanks, hon!” She got up, having no trouble standing, to walk over to the kitchen and get some water. He thought for a moment as she did so, thinking of the progress he’d made in both learning and in conditioning his family, before glancing back over to his mother. She looked back to see her son’s eyes on her as she dug through the fridge. She felt…good, at that. It was great to see her son looking at her. She didn’t think about why.