Back when Mom first started working, the fights between her and Dad were intense.
But the good thing is that Dad's only home on Saturdays and Sundays. After Sunday dinner, he leaves for his remote job.
Mom stepped closer to me as I sat in my chair, and a strong whiff of her makeup hit me~♡. I glanced sideways—her tight, heavy hips wrapped in that thin leopard-print skirt looked so full and round~♥, like they'd fit perfectly in my hands. Plus, you could totally see the outline of her black panties through it—no slip underneath, that's for sure.
—Thump! Thump!
"Did she wear those sexy panties to work today?"
"Wait, no… It's hot out there. Maybe she sweated a lot, came home, and changed out of the dirty panties—stained with sweat and, uh, stuff from down there?"
"Where'd she leave the ones she wore to work? The sweaty underwear?"
"Oh, crap! What am I even thinking?!"
"Man, what's wrong with me lately?!"
Now that I think about it…
When Mom was young and in her prime, Dad probably laid her down every night and, uh, with his… thing… went straight into her soft, uh… you know!
Ugh! This is driving me crazy!
Mom's staring at me quietly.
I need to snap out of it! Seriously! I'm losing my mind!
The white lining of her shirt hides her bra—too bad. Her full chest just rises smoothly like a hill…
—Gulp!
Drooling over plums while thinking about Mom—what's wrong with me?!
Anyway… Dad made such a fuss that Mom, even with a graduate degree, stayed a housewife for years. Then she finally got a job at an insurance company late in the game.
She started late, but with her pretty face and gentle personality, she's super popular wherever she goes.
Honestly, compared to Dad—who's blunt and bossy—Mom's way better. That's just how it is.
"What are you staring at so hard?"
Mom must've peeked at my phone over my shoulder. She set the plate of plums on my desk and leaned in a little closer.
"It's nothing."
"Is that a ladder-climbing game?"
I didn't feel like explaining it was a hypnosis app, so I just nodded.
"But why's the game so basic?"
She asked again.
"It's just like that…"
I answered halfheartedly.
Then, a second later, a notification blinked at the top of my phone, like when a message pops up.
"Did you get a text?"
I scrolled down a bit and saw some small text.
[Activation in Progress]
"Activation in progress? What's that?"
Wait—Mom, who's usually so chatty, is quiet! The room feels…chilly all of a sudden?
No… way!
"Mom, want to try the game?"
No answer.
She's still leaning toward me, lips slightly parted… her face stiff, like something's off.
"What's happening??? Did Mom actually get hypnotized?"
"She was just looking at my phone for a sec, right?"
No way! No way!!!!!!!!!!
I looked up at Mom standing next to me.
"Mom, what're you doing?"
She stared back, silent.
What the heck is going on!!!!!!
Is she really hypnotized???!
"Mom, step back."
My heart pounded as I waited.
She didn't move, just looked confused—like something felt weird to her, too.
"What's this?!"
Then my phone's notification blinked again.
"Huh???"
I swiped down, and text appeared.
☞ [That's not a proper command.]
Not a proper command?
"Mom, please step back."
Another blink.
☞ [That's not a proper command.]
Whoa! The AI's picking up my voice and judging it!!!
How am I supposed to do this?
Oh, right! I can just ask!
"How do I use a proper command?"
It took a moment.
☞ [Use polite language. Explaining why helps them respond faster.]
Polite language~! That's hilarious!
And explain why?
"Mom, please step back."
Even with polite words, she stayed in the same pose.
It worked a little, but it didn't fully get through.
"Mom, you look uncomfortable, so please step back."
After a pause, she nodded and took a step or two backward.
Whoa~ holy crap!!! This is insane!
Is hypnosis actually working on Mom?!!
"Your legs look tired, so please sit on my bed."
She nodded politely, walked a few steps to my bed, and plopped her hips on the edge.
"You look uncomfortable, so please sit more relaxed."
She hesitated, then scooted her round hips further in and settled into a cozier position.
Wow~ this is wild.
She's not messing with me, right?
Won't she remember all this when she wakes up?
I spoke into the app's input box.
"How much will she remember after waking up?"
☞ [Everything that happens under hypnosis is forgotten after waking. How much they recall can vary by situation.]
"So it's not 100% guaranteed she'll forget everything?"
☞ [How much they recall can vary by situation.]
Same robotic answer. Typical AI.
☞ [But… the more often someone's hypnotized, the more they'll like you.]
"Like me? You mean the more they're hypnotized, the more they'll feel good about me?"
☞ [Yes.]
So how much they remember depends on the person and situation… I'll need to be careful!
—What else should I make her do?
"Something… Uh, naughty maybe?"
"No way that'd work on Mom, right?"
Then I remembered those erotic hypnosis videos from YouTube.
"Mom, it's hot out, so please take off your shirt."
She nodded like she understood, then looked at me with sleepy, dazed eyes.
I couldn't tell what she was thinking—her expression was vague.
But her face seemed… too intense for what I'd asked.
Suddenly, she went, "Ugh~ it's so hot~" and started fanning her face with her hand.
The AC's blasting in here!
She kept waving her hand like a fan, full-on dramatic—like she was in a play.
So funny!
It's just like those hypnosis video scenes, and now Mom's doing it right in front of me!
But I told her to take off her shirt, and she's not doing that.
"It's so hot you're taking off your shirt."
I said it stricter, like an order.
She sighed loudly—"Phew, phew~"—and fanned herself even faster.
Sweat actually started beading on her forehead and nose, and her face turned red, like she was burning up.
No way!!! This much?!
Is she really feeling hot?!
I'm chilly over here…
No… way…
Then she groaned again—"Ugh~ so hot~♡"—grabbed the bottom of her loose shirt, yanked it up with both arms, and pulled it off over her head in one swift move.
Whoa! Holy crap! No way!
She held the shirt and kept fanning her sweaty face with it.
Every time she waved her arm, her big chest, trapped in a thin bra, jiggled side to side—"Bounce~ bounce~♥"—pushed by her arm like waves.
Wow—I'm losing it!
I've seen Mom in a bra before, but never like this—totally unguarded, her chest bouncing!
It never used to faze me!
Her packed bra squished her chest together, making a deep cleavage that widened and narrowed with every twitch.
The shirt kept smacking her sweaty face—"Tap, tap~"—and her hair turned into a wild mess.
"You don't need the shirt anymore, so please put it down beside you."
She paused, like she was thinking, then stopped waving and gently set the shirt on the bed.
"Good job."
I said it softly, like praise, since she listened so well.
She dipped her head politely, like she was responding.
"Oh, she can feel the tone, too!"
The more I gave commands, the more I started getting it.
I calmed my racing heart and looked at her closely.
She's physically reacting—like she's really hot.
Not just her face—sweat's beading on her neck and cleavage, like someone sprayed her with water.
Her chest, locked in that bra, must be soaked, too! Between her cleavage, I can see sweat glistening inside. But why does it look so sexy when she's all sweaty like that? ~~♥
The outline of her bra, stuffed with her full chest, is mesmerizing!
Wow, Mom! This is… too much… ㅠㅠ I never even thought about this!
Thanks to that stupid app, I feel closer to Mom now! ~
It's embarrassing, but I got so turned on my pants tightened, and it felt heavy down there.
Ugh~~!!!
Mom has no idea her son's thing is rock-hard because of her!
I can't take it!
I rushed to lock the door!
Mom just stared at me quietly as I did, saying nothing.
Her face looked like she was waiting for my next command!
"Your hair's messy, so please put the shirt on the floor."
"Yes~"
She answered softly and set the shirt on the bed.
Wait—she answered me for the first time!!!
She's getting used to it—her actions feel more natural now.