“It started when I was young,” she replied in the same hypnotic state. “My parents were strict when it came to sex. I grew up in a strict environment and I used to feel ashamed for having dirty thoughts. I never felt comfortable with myself. The feeling of acting sinful stayed with me my entire life and I never got over it.”
Hearing the personal details of my mother’s life came as a surprise to me. I wanted to help, but I didn’t want to do anything which could radically change her in any way, so I decided on putting a time limit to all of this.
“I understand. I might be able to help you with this. Do you think you can follow my instructions for a while?”
“Yes,” she slowly nodded.
“Good. Up until sometime tomorrow morning, I want you to realize how beautiful you actually are. I want you to be comfortable in your own skin. No more insecurities. No more judging yourself. And no more intimacy issues. Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now I’m going to count backwards to one, and when I snap my fingers, you’re going to be an entirely new person for a while. 3…2…1…”
***
The next morning was quiet. There was the usual sound nature makes, but nothing from my mother. She always wakes up earlier than me and greets me whenever I get out of bed. Her tent was open and she was nowhere in sight. I washed up, and before I could start looking for her, I heard her call me.
“Hey there!” my mother yelled behind me. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?
When I turned to look, I saw my mother without any clothes on. She was completely naked like there wasn’t a care in the world.
“Mom…you’re…you’re…”
She briefly looked down at herself and then up at me. “What? Naked? It’s a beautiful day and I really need a tan. Lighten up.”
My eyes wandered over her body. Her middle aged figure looked stunning. She was completely unabashed that my eyes roamed her large round breasts, which sagged a little, and the voluptuous shape of her hips. Her brown nipples looked hardened, but that was probably because of the cool breeze.
“But…you’re naked,” I stammered.
“We went over that already,” she replied with a puzzled expression. “I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt so liberated in my life. I love it.”
A sudden sense of guilt came over me. I found myself becoming aroused looking at my naked mother, and it was all my fault that I had hypnotized her to be this way.
“So you’re just going to stay like that?” I asked.
“Why not? You can join me if you’d like. I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Uh, no thanks.”
She put her hands on her bare hips and gave me a stern look. “And I thought I was the family prude. Anyway, I was on my way to a morning swim, so why don’t you join me? I could use the company. Now let’s get you naked.”
Before I could respond, my naked mother walked towards me and gave my tshirt a soft tug on the bottom.
“What are you doing?” I asked in near disbelief.
She smiled and playfully kept on tugging. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m not letting go until you’re butt naked and in the water with me.”