“You love being hypnotized by me, don’t you, Mom?” Grant looked up at his entranced mother anxiously.

“I love being hypnotized by you…” There wasn’t a trace of doubt in Feliciana’s mind. That explained how she’d gone under so easily.

She hadn’t questioned why Luna was leaving in a huff, her son’s sweet sincerity alleviating any worry she may have had. All it took was a brief swing of the necklace in front of her face, and she immediately sank into trance, dropping into the ocean of his control like there was a boulder tied to her foot. Her half-focused eyes obediently tracked the necklace’s path, only closing when her whole body went limp as he lowered out of her sightline. He’d graciously fondled her the whole way down.

Her limp body leaned against him, eyes opening at his command. Her glazed and mindless expression spurred him on even further. He was already tenting his jeans.

“Good girl,” Grant encouraged her. She’d sat down on his bed immediately, accepting their closeness as not only an unchanging fact but something to be encouraged, even celebrated. She wanted to be as close with him as possible. “You feel pleasure from being hypnotized by me, the same as when I touch you,” he stated coercingly.

Any thought she could have had would be vocalized. She simply didn’t have the capacity here to linger on an idea; to mull it over. He would hear any and all of it. “...I feel pleasure from being hypnotized by you…”

“Your son brings you so much happiness and pleasure…isn’t it so nice that he’s doing this for you?” He gloated.

“...yes…it’s so nice of him…” She was putty in his hands, and not just mentally.

He squeezed her breast, ‘massaging’ her thoroughly. “You love how your son touches you.”

She melted into his firm gropes. “...I love how my son touches me…”

“You love it when your son massages your breasts.”

“...I love it…”

“You love it when your son touches your breasts.” A minor distinction, but one that opened the door for more involved touching later, unrelated to massages.

Feliciana didn’t pick up on the nuance. “...I love it when my son touches my breasts…”

“When I touch your breasts, you feel warmth and pleasure throughout your whole body.”

“...mmm…” She hummed happily, his influence quickly spreading.

He couldn’t hide his grin, but she wouldn’t have cared either way. “Is there anything wrong with what I’m doing? With how it makes you feel?” He had to check that his programming had firmly stuck in her mind, but he didn’t want to ask her if she had a problem with ‘incest.’ To go out with that word would be a step in the wrong direction: even if he tried to negatively associate what he was doing with it, the word itself would still stick in her subconscious. It was better to completely sidestep it, never mentioning it so she could never come to that conclusion. He had to make sure that was as far afield of her mind as possible, exactly like it was now.

With a happy sigh, she shook her head. “...no, there’s nothing wrong…this isn’t sexual, it’s just a massage…”

“Good girl.” He continued fondling her for a moment longer, seeing as they both appreciated it so much. He wasn’t going to make progress this way, though, and it was time to insert his influence into other facets of her subconscious. “This is the kind of pleasure you’d dream about, isn’t it, Mom?”

Oddly enough, she frowned at his attempt. “...no…”

His brows arched. “Why’s that?”

“...I have…bad dreams…”

That was interesting. Perhaps Grant’s continued work at reforming his family into his personal sex slaves could have an altruistic component, beyond his own pleasure. “How often do you have good dreams?”

“...about once a month…”

“Well, why’s that?”

Feliciana paused for a moment, but she said the reason he suspected soon enough. “...stress…” It was hard working at a school. Being two places at once all the time was draining.

This could have been problematic, but he realized that with the relaxation he was supplying her, her built-up worry would have to have been at least somewhat alleviated. It was time to test the waters. “Lately, haven’t you been rather stress-free thanks to me hypnotizing you?” He grabbed her tit to help ease her into it.

He held his breath as she paused, but it wasn’t long before she played into his hand. “...yes…” The firmness of her word encouraged him.

“Wouldn’t it make sense to dream about something that has had an impact on you?” Soon, he began fondling her breast around, imprinting a soft pattern with his hands.

“...yes…” Her response was more monotone this time. She was falling into a rhythm with his words and hands.

“If I’m easing all this stress from you, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to dream about what’s causing the absence of that stress instead of what’s causing it in the first place.”

“...yes…” Her rhythm repeated over, and over.

“In this trance, with me, I can help your subconscious out directly.”

“...yes…” And over, and over.

“You’re going to dream about me hypnotizing you.”

“...yes…” So easy.

“You’re going to dream about me touching you.”

“...yes…” Her soft, malleable mind didn’t need to understand the details.

“You’re going to dream about me making you happy, and giving you pleasure.”

“...yes…” She got so much pleasure from him.

“Tell me that.” He intended to snap her out of her rhythm, as to entrain it deep in her mind.

It worked, and her eyes opened a bit as he stirred her from the bliss of unthinking obedience. He wanted her to think, though. To fully accept her commands. He didn’t have to wait long. “...I’ll dream about my son making me happy…and giving me pleasure…”

He smiled squeezing her breast nice and tight. “Good girl, Mom. Very good girl.”

She moaned under her breath. He strained his jeans even further.

Feliciana was utterly and completely grateful to receive her son’s relaxation. She had to deal with a lot of stress in her life, and that manifested itself in her dreams. In one recurring nightmare, she was in the back seat of her car, unable to reach the steering wheel as it swerved all over the highway. The lack of control in that situation terrified her, but here it could only be soothing.

“Good girl, Mom. Very good girl.”

She couldn’t hide her excitement at how much she had pleased him. That was her duty as a mother: to make her son happy. To make her children happy, more broadly, but her son was incredibly important to her. She knew not to rank them and say that he was the most important to her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking it. More grateful hums exited her parted lips as he massaged her breast.

“Where else would you let me touch you, Mom?” He flashed a sly grin.

That was a bit of an odd question, but not one she was ill-equipped to handle. They’d been over this before, after all. “...my shoulder…my arms…my hands…my torso…my legs…my head…my front…”

Grant let her get through the whole list before offering a suggestion. “Since you’ve said I can touch most of your body, it makes sense to talk about where I can’t touch you.”

It certainly wasn’t an unreasonable idea. Exclude, rather than include. That would help them get closer, since her list would be shorter. “...makes sense…”

“Where would you not let me touch you?” He rubbed his midriff during and after his question.

After some thought, she came up with a quick list. “...my behind…and between my legs…” Those were both too far for her. It seemed very reasonable.

From his face, it was clear he didn’t agree. “How come I can’t touch your…behind?”

She thought of something after giving her tired mind some time to think. “...it’s not where massages are given…”

He pursed his lips. “I know that some are. I suppose you don’t want me to give you all the pleasure I can, though…”

No! That wouldn’t do at all. She shook her head immediately, her tired mind trying to show how much she needed the happiness he brought her. “...I need your pleasure…”

His hand shifted to her skirt, scooting dangerously close to her butt and priming her body already. “You need to be attractive for me,” he prodded her.

“...I need to be attractive for you…” She pleaded.

“It’s only fair to let me touch your butt.”

She couldn’t hold out, not with him teasing her so exceptionally. “...it’s…it’s only fair…” She hadn’t been sure of herself when she said it, so she’d barely been able to put up a fight, especially when it felt so good to acquiesce to his demands. Besides, he was massaging her breasts already. Surely this wasn’t a big leap. It made sense. She wouldn’t regret it.

As soon as he got her permission, he swiftly moved to touch her ass. “It feels so pleasurable, doesn’t it, Mom?”

She whimpered in his grasp, unable to deny how good his hands felt as he toyed with her body. “...yes…” His hand couldn’t hold the whole of her sizeable ass, but it was all-encompassing nonetheless. This was part of why she had wanted to hold out: she didn’t want to lose her composure in front of her son. She didn’t want him to see her in a sexual context. She was sure to not let that happen.

“You want to be attractive for your son.”

“...yes…” Softball. Of course she did. There was absolutely no contradiction between that and her previous thought. She answered at once, with no hesitation.

“Have you been as attractive as you can for him?”

That one spurred some thought, but only for a second before she came to a reasonable conclusion. “...no…”

“There are some things that you know you haven’t tried to be more attractive for him.”

There certainly were. “...yes…there are…”

“Mhm? What are those things?”

She took a deep breath, remembering as some discomfort arose that this was a space where she could be completely honest. It was relaxing to tell the truth. “...anything…sexual…” Again, she was sure to remain a good mother for him. Nothing sexual.

He smiled back. “Such as?”

That crossed a line for her. Her soft, blissful expression became sterner. “...I don’t want to talk about it.” End of discussion, in her mind. She didn’t want to explicitly discuss sexual acts with her son.

“Remember, Mom, being honest is relaxing. It’s not relaxing to keep secrets. If you want to feel as happy and relaxed as you can, you should tell me the truth.”

Well…if he said so. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to outline her boundaries. “...I wouldn’t…show him my breasts…”

He nodded. “Why not?”

“...it would be wrong…he’s my son…” She knew that for sure. Going that far was wrong.

“He’s allowed to touch them, though.”

“...massage…on clothes…” She clarified.

“But you know that massages are traditionally done with no clothes, correct?” He’d softened his voice. It sounded like silk pouring in her ear, like he was massaging her mind itself.

“...yes…but…” She couldn’t come up with the right words.

He tested her on that. “But?”

Even after a pause, the correct thing to say simply didn’t come to her mind. All she knew was that she wasn’t comfortable being naked in front of her son. Her mature son. “...it wouldn’t be right…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Your son touching your breasts and your butt is okay.”

“...yes…on clothes…”

It seemed as though they were at an impasse. He fondled around her breast for a moment, both of them butting heads as they tried to get what they wanted. Feliciana wanted the relaxation her son had graciously offered her, and Grant obviously wanted to feel her up directly. He realized, though, that his advantage lied not in trying to overpower her, but instead sneakily maneuvering around her defenses until she was eating out of the palm of his hand.

“Would you sit on your son’s lap?”

His mother was thrown off by the change in conversation, just as he had planned. “…no…” She didn’t seem exceedingly sure.

“Hm? Why not?” He enjoyed toying with her defenses, sure he could make the same progress with Feliciana that he had with his sister. She was certainly more suggestible.

“…I…wouldn’t want to…” She sank into his ‘massage’ as she responded.

In brainstorming how to get through her uncertainty, Grant recalled the three factors which make someone a good hypnotic subject. They’d been a key tenet of his research. The first is ‘absorption,’ how well the subject can get fully sucked in to one activity. Feliciana could certainly get lost in a good book, and he’d used that by cutting off all stimuli but his words, and his hands.

The second is ‘imaginative involvement,’ typically defined as a tendency to act on instinct while lost in one’s imagination. Feliciana had a regular routine, so sprinkling in some repetitive mantras made it that much easier for her to follow along with his commands. He introduced his desires into her instincts, her autopilot. He’d used both of these to his advantage quite well, and that was reflected in how her lips parted with a cute moan while he fondled her.

The third he’d neglected, though. The third is ‘fantasy proneness’: how well the subject can engage with something other than reality. Perhaps if he tried something like...

“Mom, I want you to imagine how it would feel to sit on my lap.” A hypothetical.

“…mm…” She was hesitant at the idea, but he was quick to reassure her.

He softly pawed her breasts, cooing to her gently. “It’s okay, Mom…there’s nothing wrong with thinking about it, is there?”

That got her more on board. “…there’s nothing wrong…”

“Imagine I’m sitting on the couch. I look over to you, appreciating how attractive you look.”

As he expected, she whimpered a little at his pandering. He continued undeterred.

“I tell you that I want you to sit on my lap, and in this hypothetical scenario, you do. This version of yourself doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with getting closer. You’re facing towards me, that way you can see how I respond.”

She nodded slightly, still whimpering at how effectively he massaged her breasts. “…I can see how you respond…”

“When you get situated, I tell you that you look great. You have all my attention since we’re so close together.”

“…I have all your attention…” She went starry-eyed at the prospect.

“I reach around your arms to massage you. It’s incredibly relaxing, like always.”

“…like always…”

“We don’t even have to move. You can stay perched on my lap without a care in the world, because I’m very pleased with our arrangement, and so are you.”

She blushed. “…we’re pleased…”

“I tell you you’re a good girl for sitting on my lap. Because you are a good girl for doing as I asked.”

A shudder went through her. “…I’m…good…” Stating it naturally meant she wouldn’t see anything wrong with it. She was merely doing as he asked.

He smirked; his plan had worked out exactly as he’d hoped. “Now, Mom, would you like to sit on my lap?”

She nodded without a second thought. “…yes…I want to sit on your lap…”

“Go ahead and do that, Mom.”

Sure enough, she slowly rose from the bed, away from her son’s touch. She lingered there for a moment, lost in the warmth of trance, before turning around to face Grant. Her cheeks flushed as he stared at her breasts all the while. Finally, she sat on her son’s lap, which necessitated that their faces be as close together as possible. Her legs went to the side of his, inadvertently setting her crotch against his. He could see the excitement in her eyes as he pulled her close with one hand and groped her with the other. Her skirt was silky and soft.

He grinned, lowering his voice to a whisper as she brought her arms around his back. “This feels great, doesn’t it?”

It obviously did. “…feels great…”

“You’re going to ask me to sit on my lap in the future, right, Mom?”

She clammed up at that, her face returning to a more neutral expression instead of the blissed-out ecstasy she’d kept with. This threw him off, pausing in his gropes for a moment. If it wasn’t fully entrained into her, why had she been so in favor of it?

A gentle whine from her caused him to chuckle and reconnect his hands with her tits. “Why won’t you ask to sit on my lap?”

She blushed a little. “…it would be embarrassing…you might say no…”

Well, then. That was an interesting angle. He was tempted to come out and say, ‘I won’t, you don’t need to worry about that,’ but he was all too aware that reassurance can ring hollow when someone’s insecure. He had experience from when he was younger, from when he’d asked Feliciana if he was creepy for fantasizing about girls his age. She’d told him he wasn’t, that it was normal, but he’d had a hard time believing her compliments. Especially because he had been fantasizing about her and Luna. He’d have to try something else.

“How about if I simply bring you on my lap? I wouldn’t ask.”

Her eyes lit up at that. “…that would be good…”

Another opportunity revealed. “How is that so different from asking you to?” He squeezed her tit in his hand, a skittish whimper exiting her lips.

“…I don’t…have a choice there…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Do you prefer not having a choice?”

Her hesitance proved he wasn’t exactly right, but at least she answered him this time. “…no…I don’t want to worry…about what you’ll say…I don’t want you to think less of me…”

That wasn’t something she had to trouble herself with, and he reassured her of that. “You don’t have to worry. You only need to relax, with me.”

She did, immediately. She let out with grateful sighs as they lingered together for a moment, Grant continuing to find new, increasingly sensitive parts of her breasts.

After some time, he offered a new compromise. “What if, the next time we’re together, I tell you to sit on my lap. That way, you’ll know that it’s what I want. You don’t have to be worried that I’ll say no, or that I’ll think you’re asking for something weird. You only need to relax.”

“…relax…” Her eyes lit up at the idea.

“You only need to concern yourself with feeling good. With feeling pleasure.”

“…pleasure…” She sank into his greedy hands more and more with each sentence.

“Sounds perfect, doesn’t it, Mom?”

“…perfect…”

“You feel great when I tell you to do something, since you don’t have to worry about what I’ll say if you ask me.”

“…I feel great…”

He slyly grinned. Soon, she’d be doing much more than sitting on his lap, and he’d be doing much more than commanding her to do so. Things were heating up perfectly. Time for the next step.

“Would you show me your breasts?”

“…no…” She was his mother, after all. Even if their relationship had become more intimate, and even if she felt pleasure from his gaze, and even if she would happily go into trance whenever he wanted, she wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t going to do something sexual.

Especially not if it sounded that appealing.

She’d lose her poise that way, Feliciana reasoned. That wouldn’t do in front of her son. All she had to do was voice that with what little of her mind could still think.

“Do you want your son to see your breasts?”

Well, no…right? She didn’t want to do that? That sounded right. It would probably feel good, getting all of her son’s attention, and love, but…no. She didn’t. “…no…” Her tone still rose at the end, though. She was unable to hide her pensiveness.

Grant looked into her eyes, squeezing her bust in his hand. “It would get him to look at you, wouldn’t it?”

It would, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t worth the tradeoff. “…yes…but it would be sexual…” She was getting a bit worked up about this.

“Relax, Mom. You’re not doing anything sexual, are you?”

Yesss. Relax. Her tension released in an instant, her mind like a taut rubber band gently pulled back to being slack. This sensation was incredible. “…no…” She wasn’t doing anything sexual. She knew that from how good this felt.

His soft smile enhanced her feelings, streams of relaxation flowing from his massaging of her butt. “He would only be seeing your breasts. Is that inherently sexual?”

Her tired mind couldn’t see any scenario where it wouldn’t be. “…yes…he’s mature…” Maybe when he was younger, but now…

“If a doctor examined your breasts, would that be sexual?”

Well… “…no…but Grant’s not a doctor…” He wouldn’t have any reason to give her a mammogram.

He chuckled. “I’m in school to be a psychologist, Mom.”

Her cheeks flushed at that. She hadn’t meant to downplay his accomplishments. “…yes…but psychologists don’t check for lumps…” She held out still, but her flub left her wrongfooted, more open than she had been to take in all of his relaxation. A deep part of her mind hoped her son would capitalize on that mistake.

“True, they don’t, but a doctor’s mature. It’s not sexual if a doctor looks at your breasts.”

“…it’s not…” He was right. He didn’t even give her the chance to disagree. It was so relaxing to be hypnotized.

His sly grin returned. “Your son is mature, right? That’s what you said earlier.”

“…my son is mature…” Her son was. Her scatterbrained head couldn’t keep track of the differences between Grant, her son, and the person squeezing her breasts so lovingly.

“In that case, he could see your breasts without it being sexual, couldn’t he?”

Her glazed eyes met with her son’s, giving her a good view of how thoroughly he was paying attention to her. He was scanning her entire body with his eyes, comfort and calmness enveloping her in that moment. Something was still off, though. There was something to be worried about in the back of her mind. She compromised. “…in certain cases…”

An unsatisfied harrumph showed how he felt about that. He was still paying attention to her, though. “Like what?”

“…if you walked in on me changing…and then left when you saw me…” That was something she knew was normal in her head, something completely detached from sexuality. It was an honest mistake.

Yet another displeased noise came from her son. After some more massaging though, he got started on a new topic. “Would you bounce?”

The change dazed her. Why were they talking about this? Why did he want her to do that? What was even the context? Her confusion must have shown on her face because he clarified it after a second.

“Do you want to bounce up and down on my lap?”

Of course not. Why in the world would she want that? Questions kept ringing through her mind as she responded with a flat “…no…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“…why…do you want me to?” That still hadn’t been explained to her.

A grin appeared in place of his frustration as he spelled out his reasons. “I want us to get closer together. To be as close as possible, we should have fun together, right? That would certainly help attract my gaze to you.”

“…yes…” She replied reluctantly. It would, but something still didn’t feel right. “…it would be uncomfortable, though…”

His eyes pierced into hers. She could see him in startling clarity. She could see how he was her entire world. “How would it be uncomfortable?”

After some pause, considering what exactly about it seemed wrong to her, Feliciana came across the right phrasing. “…it feels…sexual…” She spat the last word with distaste.

“Hm, that doesn’t seem right to me. You’d only be bouncing up and down, like someone who’s excited, right?” He was so earnest. Was she wrong?

Still, though, something about it didn’t sit right with her. Perhaps it was the, um, location. She expressed this to him, unease creeping into her voice. “…it’s on your lap…”

Seeing her discomfort, Grant soothed her with his hands, running his left upon her chest and neck. “I really appreciate how you’re on my lap right now, Mom. It’s great. You’re doing great.”

A deep sigh naturally exited her lips at his reminder. She was doing great. He still had more to get through, though.

“What we’re doing now isn’t sexual, is it?” He accented his point with a squeeze to her breast.

“…it isn’t sexual…” Of course not.

“And if you were bouncing somewhere else, not on my lap, would that be sexual? Is it sexual to bounce on a yoga ball?”

Again, of course not. That didn’t make any sense. “…that isn’t sexual…”

He grinned, clearly coming up on his point. “If neither of those things are sexual on their own, how could they be sexual together?”

It took a moment to dawn on her, but once she did, she felt a bit foolish for having objected to his request so much. He was right. “…it’s not sexual…”

“Bouncing on my lap isn’t sexual, then, is it?”

“…no…” It couldn’t be.

He chuckled softly. “So, would you please bounce on my lap, Mom?”

She appreciated his manners, taking deep breaths to prepare. “…yes.” She was sure of it now.

“Start bouncing.” His smile was wonderful. She couldn’t help but comply, starting off with slow, lingering movements before she got lost in the groove, becoming more erratic. Her son seemed so happy, and she was too as she got all his attention. This was incredible. She was so glad she’d asked to be hypnotized.

Grant was glad Feliciana wasn’t as good at math as Luna was. She wasn’t dumb - far from it - her skillset just lay somewhere other than formal logic. The trick he’d played probably wouldn’t have worked on his sister; she’d have pointed out that just because two things on their own are true, that doesn’t mean they’re true together. Bending over to pick something off the ground isn’t sexual, and someone standing behind you definitely isn’t either, but when put together it could potentially form quite an erotic image. That topic was behind him, though, and now Lukas could focus on the more important things at hand. For instance, he could make sure his mom couldn’t feel his ever-growing erection at the sight of her tits bouncing up and down right in front of him. She didn’t care about him gawking, either. Her voluptuous chest was here only for him.

He felt great, and he was sure she did too, what with the attention from his staring. A smile arose on her blank expression. He was quick to affirm this with her. “That’s right. It feels good to this.”

“…feels good…to do this…” Her words went up and down in tone due to her gyrations.

“You love how this feels, don’t you, Mom,” he whispered sensually. Their faces weren’t far from each other, so he could tickle her ears with his voice more effectively.

Her bounces didn’t slow for a second as she responded. “…I love how this feels…”

“You want to bounce on my lap.” It was worth repeating himself.

“…I…I want to bounce on your lap…” Her speech became more haggard as she continued her work.

“If you’re going to bounce on my lap, you’d need to sit on my lap, wouldn’t you?”

“…yess…” Her words slurred while her tits heaved.

“Since you want to bounce on my lap, that means you want to sit on my lap too, mhm?”

A hot breath escaped her. “…I want to sit on your lap…”

Grant reached into his pants to adjust his erection, making sure it stayed out of her sightline. Luckily for him, all her focus was on the attention he was giving her anyway. “You’re going to sit on my lap, like we discussed. You’ll sit on it of your own accord, too.”

“…I’m…I’ll…I’ll sit on your lap…ahh…” She was deliriously happy. She had been locked into a loop again, this time from how good it felt to repetitively bounce on his pelvis.

He grinned. “You want me to touch you, too, right Mom?”

Another pleased sigh came from her mouth. “…touch me…”

He was happy to oblige, sliding his hands up her waist to cop a feel of her ass. “My touch feels even better when you’re bouncing on my lap. It makes you so happy.”

“…happy…” A sharp hum ran through her as he kneaded her ass.

His hands were on the move, though, and soon he had captured one of her sizable tits, stopping its bounce with his palm. “Listening to your son is a good thing, isn’t it? Because you listened to your son, you get to feel all this pleasure.”

“...yesss…” He could swear she choked back a moan as he squeezed her boob.

“It’s important for a mother to listen to her son’s wants and needs, right?” Her ambient noises of pleasure were beginning to get louder than his whispers, meaning he had to get closer to her ear. He relished in this victory by fondling her around.

She paused at his words, though. He was initially worried he’d gone too far, but it wasn’t long before she responded. “…yes…it’s important…” This obviously didn’t come as easily to her. He needed to take a step back.

“You don’t want your son to be unhappy or unsatisfied, do you? That’s the responsibility of a parent.”

That was true, and she agreed with a light groan. “…yes…”

“It’s your responsibility to make sure he’s happy.”

“…yes…” It was important she knew this.

“It’s your responsibility to make sure I’m happy.”

Another almost-moan. “…it’s…my responsibility…”

He grinned. It was her job to keep him sated. “In that case, you should listen to your son’s desires, shouldn’t you, Mom?”

There was another pause that time, but he’d laid the necessary groundwork. “…yes…I should…” Her bouncing had gotten a little slower. She must have gone too hard, too fast. It was nice either way, though.

“Good girl.” She was certainly fulfilling her responsibility now.

She groaned at his compliment, her firm tits captivated by his stern hands.

“You’ll do his chores.”

She nodded. “…yes…”

“You’ll cook for him if he wants you to.”

“…yess…” Her slurred words that time had come from his stroking of her ass. She wasn’t pleasured by cooking for him. Not yet at least.

“You’ll clean up after him, wherever he goes.”

“…yes…” Sure, these were a little selfish, and not as big of a contribution to her training as letting him grope her, but they could still serve as a nice reminder of the ideal household pecking order. Besides, no one ever got to fuck their family by being nice all the time.

He patted her ass softly, a nice contrast to the energy of her bounces. “Good girl. He can touch and admire you whenever he wants, correct?”

A soft whimper came out of her open, parted mouth before she responded. “…yesss…” The excitement returned with something she directly wanted. Her voice was ecstatic, and confident.

“Where would you let him touch you, Mom?” He was saying this to make sure that they were both on the same page. He was allowed to touch her in most places, but not all. That way he could continue to narrow that list down – if he remembered correctly, there was only one item left on it.

Instead, he was given a surprise.

“…everywhere…”

Feliciana whined under her breath as she felt her son stop massaging her, even for only a second. Had she said something wrong? Was she not making her son happy? She’d hate that. Luckily, he continued with his kind favor soon after, reassuring her that he was simply surprised.

“Um…everywhere?”

In lieu of nodding, she let her head bounce with the rest of her body to signal her approval. “…everywhereee…” Her voice caught as more pleasure came through her. She loved his touch, and he’d touched her in all the places she could think of already.

Grant still seemed unsure, though. “Even between the legs?” It was like he was suspicious that she didn’t really think this.

She would never try to trick her son, never try to withhold the truth from him. He had done so much for her; he had offered her his wonderful attention. “…even there…”

“Why is that?” He took hold of her breasts tightly, rolling them around like dough.

His touch felt amazinggg. “…your legs…are touching me there, now…”

Her son’s eyes looked down at her bounding body, confirming what they both felt. He laughed at her accuracy before she melted as he looked back into her gaze. “Would you let him touch you there with his hand?” His words weren’t as confident as they had been, even as she reassured him so earnestly.

“…yesss…” There wasn’t much of a difference between hand-contact and leg-contact in terms of intimacy. If this wasn’t sexual, there was no way his touch would be. That held true always, even if he was touching…there.

His hand snaking down her thigh confirmed this. It wasn’t sexual, otherwise it wouldn’t have felt this good. “Do you want me to touch you there?” One hand remained on her boob.

The instability of her voice increased as he got tantalizingly close to her most sensitive areas. “…yesss…” She was tired, and her bouncing slowed a bit as a result. Something was about to happen.

Suddenly, he palmed her skirt, pressing his hand where she’d offered almost cautiously.

Her legs spread slightly, wanting to feel more and more of their connection. It felt great; her eyelashes fluttered from the affection she felt for her son in that moment.

Encouraged by her visible appreciation, Grant began rubbing her there. “How does this feel,” he whispered in her ear. She’d completely stopped bouncing.

All her focus had been drawn to his hand as he teased her. The only word she could form was “…good…” She smiled softly, whimpering with appreciation.

“Is this sexual?” His question didn’t seem interrogative, like his previous ones. Instead, he was merely checking in on her. He simply wanted to know how she felt. She was blessed to have such a compassionate son.

“…no…” It couldn’t be. She didn’t bother trying to articulate why.

He chuckled at her response while pressing into her firmly. “Would you do anything sexual with me?”

She could feel his movement in the sensations of her private parts. “…no…”

Grant seemed a little disappointed at that response, and he began rubbing her faster. “Why is that?”

“…I’m…your mother…” Why else?

He nodded. It was good that they both understood that. “And this isn’t sexual.”

“…no…” Repeated questions were the best. She didn’t have to exercise her mind during them, instead saying again what she knew to be true already. He always agreed with her response, too.

Grinning, he pressed harder against her skirt. “Would you hump against my hand?”

After she’d just been thinking about how good repeated questions were, he brought up a whole new topic. It was difficult to get her thoughts straight, but something about that request didn’t sit right with her. “…no…” Annoyingly, the pleasure had slightly receded from her mind. Only slightly, though, and it was coming back as he rubbed her in silence for a moment.

“Why not?”

“…humping is…sexual…” That was the whole extent of her thought process. Puffy clouds of pleasure occupied her diligent mind.

He hummed in thought for a second. “Would you bounce on my hand?”

Well, that sounded much easier. She knew bouncing wasn’t sexual, after all, and she was already doing it on his lap. Doing it on his hand wouldn’t really make much of a difference. It would probably keep even more of his attention on her if one of his hands was occupied. “…yes…” She didn’t fully understand the logistics of how that would work, but luckily her son moved after she announced her approval.

By pushing into her skirt, he was able to lift her up a little, hoisting her with his hands. “Lean back and bounce on my hand.”

Her soft smile heightened. He had worked out the logistics for her, just like she’d hoped. He gave her so much help; it was amazing. She leaned back on his lap a little bit, raising only a tiny amount so his fingers could be her trampoline. It took a little bit to get balanced, but once she was, she continued bouncing in earnest, hopping up and down on his hand as he returned to his massage.

He grinned, chuckling to himself. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Yet another pleased sigh exited her smiling lips. Her skirt had folded between her legs as she raised herself up.

While he massaged her, his eyes lidding (presumably because he was just as relaxed as her), he looked fawningly at her thighs. It felt great. “Would you let my hand beneath your skirt, Mom?”

Well, no. “…no…” Even as pleasure rocked her tone, she stayed firm in saying it. Going under clothes wasn’t something a son should do to his mother.

“Why not?” He didn’t seem to be on the same page.

As her thoughts coagulated into a messy bubble of sensations, she could only get one word out. “…sexual…” That was a solid one-word option, though. It was clear what she went. She wouldn’t do anything sexual with her son.

He groped her breast, causing her to stifle another moan. “How would it be sexual?”

She wasn’t sure how he didn’t follow. “…under…my clothes…” That seemed very straightforward to her. She didn’t want to doubt him, though.

“But there would still be clothing under your skirt.” He pressed his hand deeper into her.

Her eyes fluttered. That was a lot harder to think of a response to. He wasn’t wrong, certainly, she always wore panties, but her brain was so tired and so happy from all the pleasure he provided that she fell back on agreeing. “…yes…” Her son was right.

Another chuckle this time. “So, I would still be over clothing, then.”

“…yes…” Again, in a literal sense, he wasn’t wrong. She couldn’t tell if he was leading up to anything.

“How would that be sexual, then?”`

All things considered, it seemed to add up. More than any logical deducing, though, Feliciana relied on her emotions at that moment. This felt amazing. It felt incredible not only to get all of her son’s attention, but to have him massage all her stress away. How could something that felt this right be wrong? “…no…it wouldn’t be sexual…” She whispered it out.

He nodded, pleased. “Would you let my hand beneath your skirt?”

Normally, repeated questions were easy because she knew they had the same answer every time. This time, though, she knew while she shivered with pleasure that he’d shown her the correct answer. He had remedied a problem in her thinking. He was so reliable. “…yes…”

“Go ahead and lift your skirt for me.” He slowly stopped rubbing her before sliding his hand away.

She frowned at his absence, moving quickly to pull up her skirt and let it rest on her midriff. She hoped her tan underwear coming into view would mean he’d give her back his touch.

His eyes tracked her hand all the way, before returning to her panties. He stared there for a moment before returning to match her eyes. “Good girl. You’re going to let me see you in your underwear.”

“…yes…” It would be foolish to renege on her approval now.

“The sight of people’s underwear is attractive, isn’t it?”

“…yes…” She could feel herself slipping back into the rhythm of his binary questions again. It didn’t feel quite as good as his hands, but it wasn’t too far off.

“Showing your underwear to your son would attract his gaze.”

“…yess…” She did. He was so right.

“So, you want to show your son your underwear, don’t you, Mom?”

“…yesss…” Her breath felt steaming hot.

Smiling, he pressed his hand against her panties. “You want to flash your underwear to your son.”

Wait… ‘flash’ him? That didn’t sound right. She didn’t want to do something like that. She was only attracting his attention. She shook her head.

With a small breath, he nodded. “You want to show off your underwear to your son.”

“…yes…” There we go; that was easier. She did want to do that.

He began rubbing her again. “You’ll show off your underwear to him, just like this.”

“…yes…” Just like this.

“Your bra is underwear too, isn’t it?” He rubbed her deeply, like he was tracing along the outline of what was under it.

That thought vanished from her mind like a wisp of smoke soon, as more pleasure came through her. Her bra was underwear, yeah. “…yes…” Another softball.

“Well then, you want to show off your bra to your son too, right?”

She paused as he explored her body, but his words certainly weren’t baseless. Besides, he’d seen her in bikinis before. This wasn’t uncharted territory. “…yes…” It felt nice to respond. She could feel her stress over thinking about what to say disappear on the spot. It was great.

He smiled cutely back. Her son was quite the handsome young man. “Keep bouncing on my hand and show me your bra.”

Before she began, she took a deep breath out, seeing his eyes roam to her chest as it rose and fell. She started bouncing again, speeding up gradually like a train on the tracks. Once she was ready again, she pulled her crop top above her breasts, letting it sit on top of itself. It jostled a bit as she bounced, but since she was leaning back, it didn’t fall down.

His eyes stayed on her chest. “Good girl,” he said, breathless and excited.

A flush rose to her face. Her eyelashes fluttered once more at the compliment. She always got this way when complimented.

“This feels so good, right, Mom? You love letting your son see you like this.” He massaged her faster.

“…I love it…” There was no question that she did.

“You’ll show off your underwear to your son even more, won’t you?”

“…yes…” She didn’t get time to consider that one before approval tumbled from her lips. Her bouncing became more rhythmic, calmer but no less passionate. She had become lost in the pleasure he provided her with, and they were both content to linger here for a moment.

Solitary bliss couldn’t last forever, though. “You know that your son’s attention is drawn to you when you show off your underwear.”

She did. “…yes…” That was the reason she did it. Or at least the main reason. It also felt excellent when he massaged her there.

“Do you think you’re wearing attractive underwear right now?”

This didn’t seem strictly related, but it was at least a straightforward question. “…no…” She was wearing the underwear she normally did, not designed for anyone but her to see.

“Well then, I think there’s an obvious way you could draw his attention more.”

An…obvious way? Her mind felt so soft and sappy, she wasn’t even sure she could get to something obvious on her own. But it was clear he wanted her to piece this out without his help, so she put her brain to work. Her son paid attention to her when she wore attractive clothes, and he also paid attention to her when she showed her his underwear. Was there some way those two things went together? She tried to voice this to him. “…I could wear…attractive clothes…and underwear, too…”

He chuckled. “Right, you could wear attractive underwear.”

It seemed so obvious once it was all laid out for her, but in Feliciana’s defense, 99% of her mind was occupied by how good it felt to bounce on her son’s hand. “…yes…I could wear attractive underwear…”

“You want to wear more attractive underwear for your son.”

“…yes…I want to…”

He pressed in against her crotch once again, giving her a firm sweep with his fingers. “That’s right. Good girl. You’re going to wear much more attractive underwear for me.”

“…yes…” For him.

“What other underwear do you have?” He rubbed her so nicely.

Calm and blissful, she answered his question after a moment of thinking. She hadn’t worn stuff like that in a long time, after all. “…I have…striped underwear…”

He tilted his head a little. “Is that all?” He seemed underwhelmed.

She would hate to leave him unsatisfied, so she hurriedly answered. “…no, I have more…”

“Then what else?”

Another thought was required to get back where she was before. “…I have…underwear with lace…”

He smiled softly. “Wear more of those. What else?”

She thought for a moment, realizing she didn’t have any more. She considered lying, telling Grant she owned some lingerie, but that didn’t feel right. It was relaxing to tell the truth, after all. “…that’s all…” She hadn’t even processed his command to wear some of the underwear she hadn’t touched since her husband passed.

Her son chuckled. “You’ll have to get some more then, right?”

Good timing on this request; she was planning to go shopping with Luna soon. “…I’ll get more attractive underwear…for you…”

“And you’ll show it all off to me, won’t you?”

“…I’ll show it all off to you…” Whenever he said ‘won’t you’, she knew she would. It helped sweeten the deal of seeing her son happy.

And he was very happy. “Good girl.” He rubbed her crotch intensely. “You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

She blushed, her eyelids fluttering at his sweet and earnest words. “…I’m a good girl for you…” She was being good for her son.

“You love being a good girl for me, don’t you?”

“…I love being a good girl for you…” Zero hesitation.

“Being a good girl for me gives you pleasure.”

“…being a good girl for you gives me pleasure…” She happily sighed.

Appreciating her behavior, he leaned in and whispered right in her ear. “You always want to be a good girl for me.”

“…I always…want to be a good girl for you…” A soft moan came from her without even realizing.

“There’s nothing you’d rather be than a good girl for me.” He began groping her again.

She could feel his strength closer to her chest, feel his power over the most sensitive areas of herself. “…there’s nothing…I’d rather be…than a good girl, for you…” She lingered on the last word. This was for him.

She knew from his breath in her ear that he was happy. “You’re such a good girl, Mom.”

Her underwear dug into her skin as he offered her pleasure, studying her expression for a few minutes more. She could hear nothing but the soft whimpers that left her lips and the appreciative hums of his exploration. His research of her body.

Eventually, he pulled back. She wasn’t sure of how much time had passed. “You love that your son gives you so much pleasure.”

That would have been impossible to deny, and she wouldn’t have wanted to in the first place. His attention was excellent, and the pleasure he gave her in relaxation, in companionship, and in love, was beginning to exceed even that. She’d never felt better. “…I love that my son gives me so much pleasure…”

“When I wake you up, you won’t mind that we’re like this, will you?” He pressed into her private parts.

“…no…” she wouldn’t mind. She was too eager for these sensations to continue. “…I won’t mind…”

He grinned again. “That’s right. You love this, after all. You’re going to be happy that we’re doing something like this.” He seemed eager, too.

“…I love this…I’ll be happy…”

“You’ll be happy because you’re being a good girl for me,” he specified.

That sounded perfect. “…yes…I’m being…a good girl…” She couldn’t help but moan at that promise.

He raised his left hand, the one that wasn’t busy massaging her over her panties. “On the count of three, you’ll wake up, accepting that this is something you want. You’ll embrace it, isn’t that right, Mom?”

It was right. He was right. She could only nod in her haze.

With a chuckle, he began. “Good girl. One. Two.”

Time stopped for a moment. All her focus was on this state of being, here with her son. She wanted to stay like this for as long as she could. Soon, though, she was let free.

“Three.” He snapped his fingers, releasing her from the ecstasy of trance. She had been very good.

“Ahhh…?” His mother’s groan of pleasure was just as confused as it was aroused. From the way heat had immediately rushed to her face, her eyes moving back and forth from her pulled-up bra and exposed panties, it was clear Feliciana had been given a bit of a shock. It was just as clear that she enjoyed it, though.

Grant relished this. She enjoyed having her son trace the outline of her pussy over her panties, she enjoyed doing any minor favor that he asked, and she enjoyed being a good girl for him. She was already a far cry from the heartfelt but chaste librarian he’d started these sessions with.

Her moans got him back on track. He needed to make sure everything was set in place. “How do you feel, Mom?”

“Mmm…” Her legs stayed parted while he made fingering motions. “I feel…good. Thanks for this.” These languid words perfectly fit her now.

As much as he tried, he couldn’t hide his wide, mischievous grin. “Of course, Mom. Anytime.” She probably won’t have much of a problem with his smile, though, not if she didn’t have a problem with him fondling her tit once again.

She didn’t, of course. Taking in deep breaths, her chest rose and sank in his grasp.

Now it was time for further testing. “Bounce on my hand a little, Mom.”

Her expression dampened a bit at his command, her lips pursing. Perhaps he needed to dial it back for a moment.

“It’ll feel good, Mom, trust me. I only want us to get closer.” He made his voice gentler to drive the point home.

That got her on the same page, so she stretched her back before bouncing up and down on his hand with her thighs. Her cute brown eyes were covered by her eyelids’ flutters once again.

He pressed deep into her crotch. “Mmm, good girl.” He wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure.

He was succeeding. She moaned at his compliment, speeding up a little as he squeezed her breast.

“This feels great, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” She was getting into a rhythm with the tempo of his hand on her pussy. His gropes were off-beat, though.

His hopes that she would at least accept this arrangement while awake had been blown out of the water. “You can keep bouncing until you’re done if you’d like.” She had to think it was her decision to keep going. He wasn’t making her do anything.

She nodded to that arrangement, whimpering some more at how rough he was being with her body.

Yet another wicked grin on his face. “How close are you, Mom?”

She looked up to his face, confusion in her eyes. “What do you mean…?”

“To being finished,” he replied succinctly. Of course, he meant ‘finish’ in a different sense, but she didn’t have to understand that nuance until later.

“Oh…” She was almost out of breath. “I’m almost done…” Her bouncing slowed down as she wore on.

He nodded. “If you’re about to finish, you should speed up, right? That way you can get the most out of it before it’s over.” Go out with a bang.

Agreeing to his point, she put more energy into her ‘bounces’, his ‘massaging’ going faster as well. He held one of her tits in place as she gyrated.

Her pussy was hotter than he’d ever felt it (though he didn’t have much history with it). Her skirt fell down over his hand as she went faster, but that didn’t stop him from keeping it where it was.

After a moment, though, she stopped, catching her breath before speaking. “Mmm…thanks for the massage, Grant. We should do this more often.”

A massage, really? He’d expected that line to be crossed when she started humping his hand, though perhaps she was simply better at justifying behavior than most. He wasn’t complaining either way. “Of course, Mom. Any time you’d like.”

“I’ll be sure to take you up on that offer,” she teased, chuckling. Once she’d lingered for long enough, she got off of his lap, her clothes naturally falling back into place. “Is there anything else you need?”

Always a busy bee, his mother. “Hm, if it’s not too much trouble, could you make me a sandwich?” he asked, notably leaving out ‘please’. He shouldn’t have to show niceties to his servants.

She smiled. “That’s no problem; I remember how you like them. I’ll be right back.” She stretched her arms above her head once more, no doubt partially to loosen up and partially to make him pay attention to her midriff rising up to right below her breasts. It worked well, and she left with pep in her step.

True to her word, she came back in a minute or two with a sandwich on a plate, cut down the middle diagonally. “Here you go!” She handed it off.

As he bit down, confirming that she’d arranged it the exact way he asked her to when he was younger, he chuckled. “Thanks, Mom.” After a bit of thought, he went further. “Good girl.”

She shivered slightly, again exceeding his expectations. “You’re welcome.” She walked out of his room after, leaving him to hear her plopping down on the couch and turning off the TV.

Getting up to close his door, he let out his breath at having time alone once again. Brainwashing your family was hard work, as it turned out. He wanted to get back to studying, but the only thing on his mind was his mother’s tits, and the slight bit of wetness he’d felt as he rubbed her pussy over her clothes. He wasn’t going to get anything done before taking care of his boner. Soon he wouldn’t have to, though. Soon that would be her responsibility.