“Well you could have told me that earlier and saved me the guilt trip,” I joked.
A smile grew on her face. “What I’m saying is, I’m still struggling with all of this. It’s not easy for me. Mothers aren’t supposed to let their sons see them undressed, not to mention prancing around with them in the nude. It isn’t right.”
“I get the feeling that there’s more you want to say.”
She took a deep breath. “I’ve quietly done some soul searching while we were eating lunch and I’ve come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be so bad if we did this again. If you’re still comfortable with hypnotizing me, I would be more than willing to give it another try.”
Those words hit me like a smack in the face. Not only was my mother no longer upset, but she wanted to continue our hypnosis, which possibly meant that I might see her naked again.
“Only if you’re sure,” I replied. “And only if you give me some specific guidelines, you know, so I wouldn’t get blamed if you did something weird.”
“Fair enough. But I haven’t really thought of anything in particular. I trust you. Do what you want. The only thing I ask is that you don’t make anything permanent. I’d like to take things one step at a time.”
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” I asked.
She nodded. “I am. This morning felt like I was finally unshackled of all my emotional restraints. I felt so alive and I want to experience that again.”
“And the nudity part? What happens if I hypnotize you, and you get naked again? Are you going to freak out again?”
“It’s not what I want to happen, but if it does, I can live with it as long as no one ever find out. This stays strictly between us. Think of this as a therapist/patient privilege. I’m handing myself over to you.”
“What do you want out of this specifically? To feel comfortable, or to feel something more? I’m not exactly sure what you want me to do.”
She took a deep breath. “I want you to cure my intimacy issues. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm. You’re a young man, so you could relieve yourself whenever you want. Now try not having an orgasm for a couple of years. Doesn’t sound very fun does it?”
My heart nearly skipped a beat. Hearing my mother talk about her sexuality and orgasms was almost music to my ears in a strange, perverted way.
“You’re right, mom. I’ll do my best.”
She smiled, “Good. Now let’s get started.”
***
It wasn’t long before I put my mother back under hypnosis. Once again, I had complete control over her mind and body. But this time, I had her permission to take things a step further.
“Can you hear my voice?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied robotically.
“Perfect. Now I want you to think about all of your sexual troubles and all of the insecurities you have when it comes to intimacy.”
“Yes. It’s always been difficult for me. It feels like I won’t allow myself to enjoy that part of life.”
I took a deep breath. She was at my mercy, and under my complete control.
“Now I want you to do something; for the next few hours, you’re going to release your inhibitions. No more insecurities. No more shame. No more roadblocks. You’re going to be a new woman that’s vibrant, healthy, and lusting for sex. I want you to let go. I want you to give in to your carnal needs and I want you to satisfy it as much as your heart desires. Is that understood?”