When Mom first started working, the fights between her and Dad were quite intense.
But the good thing is, Dad is only home on Saturdays and Sundays. After Sunday dinner, he leaves for his remote job.
As I sat down in my chair, Mom came over and I caught the strong scent of her makeup. I looked over—her tight, heavy hips, wrapped in that thin leopard-print skirt, looked so full and round, it seemed they would fit perfectly in my hands. Plus, you could clearly see the outline of her black panties through them—there was no slip underneath, that's for sure.
—Dhap! Dhap!
"Did she wear those sexy panties to work today?"
"Wait, no... it's really hot outside. Maybe she sweated a lot and changed her dirty panties when she came home—stained with sweat and, uh, stuff down there?"
"Where did she leave the sweat-soaked underwear she wore to work?"
"Oh my god! What am I thinking?!"
"Man, what's gotten into me these days?!"
Now that I think about it...
When Mom was young and in her prime, Dad probably tucked her in every night and, uh, with his... thing... straight into her soft, uh... you know!
Ouch! This is driving me crazy!
Mom is staring at me silently.
I have to snap out of this! Seriously! I'm going crazy!
The white lining of her shirt is hiding her bra—too bad. Her full breasts rise up comfortably like a mountain...
—Gulp!
I'm drooling at the sight of plums just thinking about Mom—what's gotten into me?!
Well... Dad caused so much trouble that Mom, despite having a bachelor's degree, remained a housewife for years. Then, she finally got a job at an insurance company.
She started late, but with her beautiful face and gentle personality, she's extremely popular wherever she goes.
To be honest, Mom is much better than Dad—who is rough and overbearing. That's just the way it is.
"What are you looking at so intently?"
Mom must have peeked at my phone over my shoulder. She placed the plate of plums on my desk and leaned in a little closer.
"Nothing."
"Is that my photo?"
I quickly thought of an excuse. I was making a group photo from photos of all our family members. Hearing this, she simply shook her head.
Then, a second later, a notification blinked on my phone, like a message popping up.
"Did you get a message?"
I scrolled down a bit and saw a small text.
[Activation in progress]
"Is the activation in progress? What is this?"
Wait—Mom, who is usually so talkative, is silent! The room suddenly feels... cold?
Absolutely not!
"Mom, would you like to try it?"
No answer.
She's still leaning towards me, her lips slightly parted... her face is stern, as if something is wrong.
"What's going on??? Is Mom really hypnotized?"
"She was just looking at my phone for a moment, wasn't she?"
Absolutely not! Absolutely not!!!!!!!!!!
I looked at Mom standing next to me.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
She stared silently.
What's going on!!!!!!
Is she really hypnotized???!
"Mom, step back."
My heart was pounding as I waited.
She didn't move, just looked confused—as if she was also feeling a bit strange.
"What is this?!"
Just then, my phone's notification flashed again.
"Huh???"
I swiped down, and the text appeared.
☞ [This is not a proper command.]
Isn't this a proper command?
"Mom, please step back."
Another wink.
☞ [This is not a proper command.]
Wow! The AI is recognizing and assessing my voice!!!
How do I do this?
Oh, okay! I can just ask!
"How do I use a proper command?"
It took a moment.
☞ [Use polite language. Explaining the reason helps them respond faster.]
Polite language~! That's fun!
And why explain?
"Mom, please move back."
Despite my polite words, she remained in the same position.
It worked a little, but I didn't fully understand.
"Mom, you look uncomfortable, so please move back."
After a pause, she nodded and took a step or two back.
Wow~ Oh my god!!! This is crazy!
Is hypnosis really working on Mom?!!
"Your legs look tired, so please sit on my bed."
She nodded politely, walked a few steps to my bed, and rested her hips on the edge.
"You look uncomfortable, so please sit a little more comfortably."
She hesitated, then moved her rounded hips further inward and settled into a comfortable position.
Wow~ This is amazing.
She's not messing with me, is she?
Won't she remember all this when she wakes up?
I asked in the app's input box.
"How much will she remember after waking up?"
☞ [Everything that happens under hypnosis is forgotten after waking up. How much she remembers can vary depending on the situation.]
"So isn't it a 100% guarantee that she'll forget everything?"
☞ [How much she remembers can vary depending on the situation.]
Same robot-like answer. Typical AI.
☞ [But... the more times someone is hypnotized, the more they'll like you.]
"Like me? You mean the more they're hypnotized, the better they'll feel about me?"
☞ [Yes.]
So how much will they remember?
It depends on the person and the situation... I have to be careful.
Ugh!
—What else can I get her to do?
"Something... uh, maybe naughty?"
"That wouldn't work on Mom, would it?"
Then I remembered those erotic hypnosis videos on YouTube.
"Mom, it's really hot outside, so please take off your shirt."
She nodded as if she understood, then looked at me with sleepy, dazed eyes.
I couldn't figure out what she was thinking—her expression was unclear.
But her face... it looked far too serious for the question I was asking.
Suddenly, she said, "Ugh~ it's so hot~" and started fanning her face with her hand.
The AC is blowing too fast in here!
She kept waving her hand like a fan, very dramatically—as if she were in a play.
How funny!
It's just like in those hypnosis videos, and now Mom's doing it right in front of me!
But I told her to take off her shirt, and she wouldn't.
"It's so hot, that's why you're taking off your shirt."
I told her more sternly, as if it were an order.
She sighed loudly—"Ugh, ugh~"—and fanned herself even faster.
Sweat began to appear on her forehead and nose, and her face turned red, as if it were burning.
Absolutely not!!! That much?!
Is she really feeling hot?!
I'm so cold in here...
Absolutely not...
Then she groaned again—"Ugh~ so hot~♡"—grabbed the bottom of her loose shirt, lifted it up with both hands, and in one swift motion pulled it off over her head.
Wow! Oh my God! Absolutely not!
She grabbed her shirt and fanned her sweaty face with it.
Every time she moved her arm, her large breasts, trapped in a thin bra, swayed from side to side—"bounce, bounce, bounce"—her arms pushing against it like waves.
Wow—I'm going crazy!
I've seen Mom in a bra before, but never like this—completely carefree, her breasts bouncing!
It never bothered me!
Her tight bra pressed against her chest, creating a deep cleavage that widened and narrowed with each movement.
The shirt kept slapping against her sweaty face—"tap, tap~"—and her hair was disheveled.
"You don't need this shirt anymore, so keep it."
She paused, as if thinking, then stopped waving and slowly placed the shirt on the bed.
"Well done."
I said softly, as if praising her for listening so attentively.
She bowed her head politely, as if responding.
"Oh, she can feel the sound too!"
The more I commanded her, the more I understood.
I calmed my pounding heart and looked at her closely.
She's reacting physically—as if she's really hot.
It's not just her face—sweat is dripping down her neck and cleavage, as if someone had sprinkled water on her.
Her chest, encased in that bra, must be soaked too! I can see the sweat glistening from within, between her cleavage. But when she's so sweaty, why does it feel so sexy? ~~♥
The outline of her bra against her full chest is mesmerizing!
Wow, Mom! This is... too much... I never even thought about it!
Thanks to that stupid app, I feel closer to Mom now! ~
It's embarrassing, but I got so excited that my pants tightened, and I felt heavy down there.
Oops~~!!!
Mom doesn't know her son's penis is so hard because of her!
I can't stand it!
I quickly went to close the door!
Mom was staring at me silently, not saying anything.
Her face looked like she was waiting for my next command!
"Your hair is messy, so please put your shirt on the floor."
"Yes~"
She replied softly and put the shirt on the bed.
Wait—he just responded to me for the first time!!!
He's getting used to it—his actions seem more natural now.