Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

This is a true story. My son Arnie was nineteen and going to a small college in our city, not far from where we lived at the time. He was staying at home to save money and avoid having to do his own laundry. I guess you might call Arnie a nerd, although physically he's well-built and strong. It's more his interests and hobbies that would brand him a nerd. He likes comics, computers, and video games, and he's really into magic.

That's how our adventure got started -through magic.

One of Arnie's favorite magicians was doing a show at a small theater downtown and Arnie just had to go, and he wanted me to come too. I'm no fan of magic shows, but I hadn't been to the theater in ages and I thought it might be fun to dress up, so I bought us the tickets.

Arnie was very excited for our 'date' and he wore his good suit. I wore a black dress with some of my good jewelry. I had my hair pulled up in a loose twist, and wore some red lipstick. We were both looking our best, and Arnie said that since it was a date he wanted to drive, which was cute.

As it turned out we were both overdressed for the show. There were a lot of people in blue jeans, and I even saw one lady in sweatpants. The magician, The Great Saltini, was pretty good -he had a way of drawing your attention to the corniness of a magic show while also expecting you to be amazed by the magic, which was actually very impressive. Arnie could probably explain how all of it was done, but that didn't ruin the show for him at all.

Toward the middle of the show The Great Saltini said he was going to demonstrate the powers of the subconscious mind through hypnosis, and that he needed a volunteer from the audience. Arnie's hand shot straight up and he was called down to the stage. I was a little nervous that it wouldn't work or that Arnie would be humiliated in some way, but I figured that the magician knew what he was doing.

It started pretty typically with Arnie sitting in a chair and being told to relax. The Great Saltini held up a gold coin and told Arnie to stare at it and concentrate on the sound of his voice. he gave Arnie some relaxing images to picture and then told him that when he was finished counting down from 20 he would do whatever he was told and remember nothing.

I was afraid it hadn't worked when he got to zero and there was no visible change in Arnie, but The Great Saltini told Arnie to stand on one leg and bark like a dog, and Arnie did it without hesitation. The audience laughed and I laughed along with them. My son was a hit. Next he told Arnie that he was a baby in a crib and Arnie laid down and made baby noises and when The Great Saltini told him he was hungry, he cried loudly until the magician put a pacifier in his mouth. He also gave him a rattle to play with and I must say Arnie looked pretty funny and the audience thought so too.

I knew the hypnosis was real at that point because Arnie was not that good of an actor. There was no way my son could do a baby impression that well in front of an audience if he wasn't hypnotized.

The Great Saltini put two chairs facing each other and told Arnie to lay between them, stiff as a board. He put his head on one and his heels on the other and somehow stayed completely straight all the way across. He called up a girl from the audience who he had stand on Arnie's stomach, and Arnie held her there without the least sign of strain. The act was starting to creep me out at that point. That was my son up there.

The Great Saltini let the girl go and solicited a round of applause for my son and then asked if the audience had any suggestions on what to make him do. Someone called out to make him strip, but the magician said that would be unethical. I called out to make him clean his room and the audience laughed. The Great Saltini seemed intrigued and called me down to the stage. I was nervous, but I headed down. He asked my name and if I was Arnie's mother. I told him I was.

"And this young man keeps a messy room?"

"Yeah," I said, "it's a pigsty."

"Can't you have the lad's father speak to him?"

"If I knew where the sonuvabitch was." I said, getting a big laugh.

"Oh, I see." The Great Saltini said. "Does the young man help out around the house? Does he ever do the dishes or yard work?"

"Ha, not likely." I said, feeling comfortable on stage now and getting another laugh.

"Well I think we can remedy this little situation right here and now, would you like to do that?"

"You mean you'll give him a hypnotic suggestion to help around the house?"

"I could," he said, "but I had something much better in mind. I'm going to speak directly to Arnie now but when I point to you I'd like you to say one word 'Rotunda'. I will speak directly to Arnie again and when I point to you a second time I'd like you to say 'Balderdash'. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Rotunda, Balderdash."

The Great Saltini turned his attention to my son. "Arnie, from this day forward when you hear the word-" he pointed to me.

"Rotunda." I said.

"-spoken by that voice, the voice of your mother, you will enter the state you are in now, a hypnotic state. You will do whatever your mother tells you to do, without question or comment, until she says the word-" He pointed at me again.

"Balderdash."

"-at which point you will emerge from your hypnotic state and you will remember nothing of the intervening period , do you understand?"

"Yes." He said.

"Good. Every time your mother activates this hypnotic state it will be reinforced and the connections I've established will be made stronger. The effect will never wear off, is that clear?"

"Yes." He said.

The magician turned to the audience. "I would like everyone here to understand that I would never set up a hypnotic connection between two people without considering the ethical problems it poses. The reason I feel that it is acceptable in this situation is that this is the boy's mother. She can be trusted to never abuse the power she now holds over him. You may go on back to your seat, and don't mention a word of this to your son. I think you'll find him a much more useful man to have around the house from now on." He winked at me. "How about a round of applause for the boy's mother?"

The crowd cheered me and I shook The Great Saltini's hand and went back to my seat. He brought my son out of his trance and got applause for him and told him he was a good sport. My son came back to his seat a bit confused looking and we watched the magician's final tricks, which involved interacting with prerecorded video in fun and surprising ways. My son and I joined the standing ovation for the show.

In the car Arnie asked what he had done under hypnosis. "You really don't remember?"

"Was I looking at lights or something?"

I laughed and told him about how he'd acted like a baby and about the girl standing on his stomach. He was confused and a little embarrassed, but we had a good laugh about it. No, I didn't tell him about the other thing, do you think I'm crazy?

Now this is a hard thing to admit, but hey, it's the internet right? You don't know who I am, and I certainly don't know you, so I'll just say it: I had fantasized sexually about my own son. A lot.

I know it's fucked-up and wrong, but before that night at the magic show I had never even considered actually doing anything about it. It was just a fantasy, and I was content to leave it at that. After all, thoughts in my head couldn't hurt anyone.

I got married right after college to the only man I'd ever made love to, and soon after Arnie was born he took off. I spent my twenties and thirties raising Arnie and never pursued other relationships. Occasionally men would show interest in me, but I wanted to wait until Arnie was old enough to know what was going on. I didn't want him growing up with a mom who was constantly 'dating'. I guess in some ways I'm a little old-fashioned.

During that time I developed an elaborate fantasy life and became very skilled at pleasuring myself. I'm not talking about a quick finger-bang now and then either, I could keep myself on the edge of orgasm for days at a time, only to be released in torrents of spasmodic joy. Everyone I knew in regular life became characters in a masturbatory epic I was constantly composing in my head. I considered myself a kind of pioneer in self-pleasure, and part of that meant going wherever my mind took me and not judging myself. Incest wasn't even the worst part of my fantasies, but like I said, thoughts can't hurt people.

My son was already a powerful figure in my sex life, even before the hypnosis. I was scared of the power I held over him now, I was scared of myself, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't work anyway. I was not The Great Saltini after all.

So it was with a wild sense of nervous transgression that I first tested this power. I decided to start small. After dinner the next night I looked directly at my son and said "Rotunda."

I saw no visible sign of change, he just stood there looking at me.

"Do the dishes." I said. He gave a slight nod and moved past me to the sink. "When you're done come to me in the living room" I was shaking as I left the kitchen. Twenty minutes later I heard the water turn off and got my hand out of my panties before my son came in. "Sit down." I said, patting the couch beside me. Again I got the slight nod and he sat. I looked at him closely to see if I could tell he was in an altered state, but he seemed normal. Maybe just a little preoccupied. "Balderdash." I said.

He looked at me curiously. "What did you say?"

"I just asked what you wanted to watch on TV."

"Oh, I don't care." He said, sitting back. I smiled at him. "What?" He asked.

"You're handsome, you know that?"

"Aw, come on ma," he said, "knock it off."

The next day I didn't use my powers but I thought about nothing else. I wanted to somehow test the effect and make sure that he really couldn't remember anything. I decided to use my original idea from the magic show to make him clean his room. As soon as he came in the door I said "Rotunda" and got the blank stare. "Go clean your room." I said. "All dirty clothes in the hamper, trash thrown away, dishes to the kitchen, books and magazines on shelves, and floor vacuumed. When you're done, come into the kitchen for dinner." I got the slight nod and he went past me toward his room.

I got dinner started and was just about finished when he came into the kitchen. I set the casserole on the table. "Balderdash." I said.

"Smells good mom."

"Good," I said, "wash up." We had a nice meal, talking about his day and mine and afterward he cleared the table and went to his room.

"Wow!" He shouted. "Did you clean up my room?"

"It was a mess." I shouted back.

"Thanks mom!"

I did the dishes myself, contemplating the nature of memory. If you couldn't remember something, was that like it had never happened for you? Could you be psychologically damaged by something that you didn't even know had happened? Later that evening I couldn't resist and called Arnie into the living room. "Rotunda." I said. I told him to sit at the end of the couch and he obeyed.

I put my feet on his lap. "Give mommy a foot massage." I said. He didn't hesitate one bit, he took hold of my left foot with both hands and began rubbing in an upward motion along my instep. I let a small noise escape from my lips. His strong hands felt huge against my tender feet. He started on my right foot, and I soon noticed that he had an erection under his jeans. He began working on each toe individually, showing no embarrassment about the bulge in his pants.

It made me wonder if the hypnotic state would work like a truth serum. "Arnie, can I ask you a personal question?"

He stayed focused on my feet but said yes.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"Elizabeth." He said. I remembered them hanging around together a lot, but she was such an awkward girl, I had assumed it was plutonic.

"That's all over?"

"Yes." He said.

"Why?"

"She told me she loved me, but I told her I didn't love her. She took it badly."

"Do you masturbate a lot?"

"Yes." He said. He was concentrating on my heels now -the boy had skilled hands.

"How often?"

"At least twice a day." He said. "Sometimes four or five times in a day."

Four or five times in a day? My son and I had a lot in common. "You look at pornography?"

"Sometimes." He said. He was massaging the tops of my feet and I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin.

"What's your favorite way to do it?" I asked.

"When I get your panties out of the hamper and hold them against my face. My favorite is when I can get in there right after you take them off, then the smell is strongest."

My mouth hung open and I suddenly felt dizzy. "Is that why you're always rushing me out of the bathroom in the evenings?"

"Yes."

"And just what are you thinking about with my dirty underwear pressed against your face?"

"I imagine what it would be like to lick your pussy." He said.

"Okay, stop rubbing my feet." I said. "Stand up." He did as he was told. I looked into my son's eyes, but only saw a blank stare. "Turn around and face the other way." He turned his back to me and I shoved my hand down my pajamas. I wiped some of my juices up over my clit and then pressed down on it, bringing myself close to the edge in one motion. I eased up the pressure and looked at my son, standing less than a foot away from me. My son, whose biggest fantasy was licking his mommy's pussy. "Take off your shirt." I croaked. he took off his shirt and I stared at his naked back and came in a furious eruption, squealing and thrumming my swollen clit.

As soon as my orgasm subsided I felt remorse. What kind of mother would do such a thing with her son in the room? Even if he was in a hypnotic state and facing the other way, it was still wrong.

I picked up his shirt and told him to put it on and go back to his room. When he was in there I stood in the hall and called out "Balderdash." Not long after that I heard the rhythmic squeaks of his bedsprings and knew he was jacking himself off. The poor boy probably had no idea why he was so turned on. My guilt eased up when I heard those bedsprings.

The next day I had a hard time focusing at work. I couldn't stop thinking about my little Arnie jacking off with my dirty underwear pressed to his face. The fantasies I had concocted about Arnie usually involved him eating my pussy, and finding out that he was fantasizing about the exact same thing felt dangerous and tantalizing. It was strange to think that we had both been wanting to fuck each other so badly, but without the hypnosis our desires would've stayed hidden because some societal restriction had been implanted so deeply into our heads.

I knew that all it would take was a little nudge in the right direction for the wall between us to come crashing down.

The next day before Arnie left for school, I was in the kitchen wearing my short silk robe with only my white cotton panties underneath. The panties were small and a good portion of my ass was visible on either side of the panty-line. In my robe all I had to do was lean over slightly to expose my ass. Usually I only wore that robe with pajama bottoms. I hoped I wasn't being to blatant.

Arnie came in and poured himself some coffee and then did a double take when he saw my bare legs. "Can I make you some scrambled eggs this morning?" I asked him.

He was red as a beet when he looked up from my legs. "Um... Yeah mom, sure. Thanks."

"Sit right down and talk to me while I make them. We never spend any time together in the morning." I noticed he didn't sit in his usual seat, he sat on the other side, so he could watch me while I cooked. While I was mixing the eggs in a bowl I turned and faced him, leaning back against the counter. "Well?" I said. "Don't you have anything to say?"

He looked mildly distraught. "Um... I don't know, what do you want to talk about?"

"Whatever happened to that girl you used to hang around with?" I dumped the eggs in the pan. "What was her name?" I turned and had to reach across the counter to get a spatula, giving Arnie a clear view of my ass. He was quiet until I turned around holding the spatula.

"Oh, you mean Elizabeth?" He said finally. "I don't know, why are you asking about her?"

"I don't know," I said, "I just worry about you sometimes. I think a boy your age needs a little female companionship, that's all."

"You're a female." He said.

I had to laugh at that. "I'm glad you noticed." I said. "You want some pepper in these?"

"Oh I um... Didn't mean... Yeah, pepper would be good."

I turned and reached across the counter to get the pepper, giving Arnie another look at his mom's ass. I sprinkled some on and then reached across again to put the pepper shaker back. He sat there mute. I began to think maybe I'd been too obvious, and I couldn't help feeling a bit slutty, teasing my son that way. "They're almost ready." I said in my most motherly tone.

"Mom, could I have some more pepper? I like a lot of pepper in my eggs."

"Sure sweetie." I said. I happily reached across the counter and showed Arnie my ass again. I put the eggs on a plate and put them in front of my son and I went back to sipping my coffee. I watched him take large bites of his breakfast.

"Is that a new robe mom?" He asked when he was almost finished.

"This? No I've had it for awhile, but I usually don't wear it. I'm overdue to do a load of laundry... In fact I'm all out of underwear, I'm going to have to wear these same undies that I slept in to work today."

Arnie accidentally dropped his fork and laughed awkwardly. "That's a bit more information than I needed mom."

"Sorry honey." I said. "Finish up your eggs."

I knew I'd given him something to look forward to- an especially fragrant pair of his mommy's dirty panties, which would be waiting for him in the hamper that night. I could barely keep my head straight that day, and I doubt Arnie could either.

That night after dinner I went into the bathroom to change out of my work clothes and wash my face, the same as I did every night. Right on cue Arnie knocked on the door. "Mom could you please hurry up? I gotta use the bathroom."

"Just a minute sweetheart." I sat on the edge of the bath in just my panties and pressed my fingers against my clit through the fabric. I shut my eyes and pictured Arnie with the panties up against his face, furiously pleasuring himself. It didn't take long for me to cum and the panties were sopping wet all through the crotch area when I was finished.

"Aw mom, hurry up." He said.

"Almost done." I said. I peeled the wet panties off and put them at the very top of the clothes in the hamper for my boy. I pulled on a loose t shirt and some sweats and opened the door. "All yours hon." I said.

He went in and locked the door behind him. I felt positively wicked. After about ten or fifteen minutes I heard him come out of the bathroom and go straight to his room. A bit later he came into the living room and sat on the end of the couch where I was watching TV. He seemed to be awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact, which was adorable.

"Honey, remember when you were little and you used to put your head on my lap to watch TV?"

"Yeah." He said.

"I miss those days." I said. "Will you humor your old mom and put your head on my lap like you used to?"

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh god, are you serious?"

"Come on," I said, practically singing the words, "I promise I wont tell anyone." I patted my lap invitingly.

He shook his head. "Oh okay." He said. "I guess." He lay down on his side and put his head on my lap, and I could see that he was trying to conceal what was happening in his shorts. He had his legs curled up but I could still make out the growing bulge. 

I gently began stroking his hair. "Ooh, you're never too old to be mommy's little boy." I said. He had his eyes glued to the TV so I began pinching my nipple through the fabric of my top while still stroking his hair with the other hand. "Arnie? Can mommy tell you a secret?" He nodded, still staring at the screen. I bent down and cupped my hand over his ear. "Rotunda." I whispered.

He turned and looked up at me. He had that blank look in his eyes. I slowly, slowly lifted the edge of my top up, over my large breasts, exposing two erect pink nipples. I took my right breast and directed it toward Arnie's mouth. "Suck." I commanded.

He didn't need to be told twice, he clamped his lips around his mommy's swollen pink nipple and began sucking greedily. He'd stretched his legs out on the couch and I could see that his shorts were tented up obscenely, tantalizingly, in front. I played with my other nipple and moaned with pleasure as my son suckled at my tit.

I pulled Arnie's shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. He went back to suckling as I ran my hand down his smooth chest and stomach. I was feeling wild and satanic when I pulled the front of Arnie's shorts down, freeing his engorged member. It curved upward youthfully and had turned a dark crimson color. I took a moment to savor the sight, and then reached down and held my son's throbbing shaft. It was hot in my hand and all it took was one stroke to send spurts of cum spraying. I kept stroking as Arnie groaned and bucked his hips. Some cum landed on my tits and on Arnie's face, chest and stomach.

When his rock-hard cock stopped spraying I took my nipple out of his hot mouth and switched breasts, thinking back to when he was a baby and I had to do the same thing to avoid soreness. There was some cum on my hand and I brought it to my mouth and sampled my boy's seed. It had been a long time since I'd tasted cum, and the flavor brought back a flood of memories. I licked my hand clean and wiped up my son's face and chest and ate that too. I wanted more! With my finger I wiped up all the cum I could off of his still-hard cock and ate that too.

Next time, I thought, I'll take it straight from the source.

I pulled his shorts back up over his beautiful cock and took my tit from his greedy mouth. "Arnie, sweetheart, did you jack off in the bathroom earlier tonight?" I asked.

"Yes." He said, still staring at my hard nipples.

I pulled my top back down, covering them. "And did you use the panties mommy left for you?"

"Yes." He said.

"Afterward did you put them back in the hamper?"

"No." He said.

"I didn't think so. What did you do with them?"

"I took them to my room."

"Why?" I asked.

"To use again later tonight."

"And after that what will you do with them?" I asked.

"Hide them so I can use them again tomorrow."

"That's what I thought." I said. "Where will you hide them Arnie?"

"In my hamper, under some dirty clothes." He said.

"Hmm." I said. "Arnie, put your shirt back on." He did as he was told. "Now lay back down with your head on my lap and watch TV like you were before." When he was in position I leaned back over and cupped my hand to his ear again. "Balderdash." I said.

He looked up at me. "Well, what's the secret?" He asked.

It took me a moment to catch up. "Oh," I said, "just that mommy loves you."

"Ugh." He said.

The next day was Saturday and I knew Arnie would sleep in until 10 or 11. It was only 9:30 when I gently knocked on his door and opened it. I was wearing my short silk robe again, this time with some undies that had a bit of lace fringe. "Sorry to wake you honey, I just thought I'd get a head start on the laundry this week."

All at once Arnie was wide awake, and sitting up in bed. "No, um... It's okay mom, I'll get it for you. I'll take it to the washer myself."

"That's okay, I don't mind." I said.

"No!" He said. "I'll get it mom!"

"Arnie, don't be silly, I'm right here, I'll just take it now." I opened up his hamper and scooped out all the dirty clothes. I stole a look at my son on the way out of his room and felt a pang of guilt when I saw the pained expression on his face.

I went down the hall to our washer and dryer and dumped the clothes on the floor. There were my panties, a little worse for wear. I picked them up and tried to imagine how June Cleaver might've reacted. "Arnie!" I shouted. "Get your little behind down here young man."

After a moment Arnie came down the hall, hanging his head sheepishly. "What?" He asked.

I held up the panties. "Would you please tell me what these were doing in your hamper?"

"What?" He squinted at them as if he were trying to figure out what they were. "Are those your underwear? You must've accidentally mixed up your stuff with mine." He was avoiding eye contact.

"I haven't done my clothes yet." I said. "Come on Arnie, my panties were in your hamper. Why?"

I was hoping he would cry and admit everything, then I could comfort him, but his shame was too deep and he got mad. "I don't know how they got in there! What the fuck? You think I steal your panties or something?"

"You watch your language when speaking to me young man."

"How am I supposed to react when you accuse me of being a pervert?" He shouted. He turned and began walking down the hall to his room.

"Arnie, come back here!" I said. He went into his room and slammed the door. I went and stood in the hall, just outside his room. "Arnie, no one accused you of anything. What's the big fuss?" I knocked gently. "Don't be upset honey, come on. Talk to me."

"Leave me alone!" He shouted.

"Arnie, sweetheart, I'm coming in." I opened the door slowly and saw him laying face-down on his bed. I went over and kneeled beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Arnie..." I whispered.

He turned his head toward me and I saw the tears in his eyes. "What?!?" He said.

"Rotunda."

A vacant look came over him which told me he had gone into his hypnotic state. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them, exposing my swollen pussy to my son. I picked the panties up off the floor and pressed them crotch-first into his nose. "Inhale." I commanded. Arnie obeyed. "Do you like that smell?" I asked.

"Yes." Arnie said.

"What does it smell like?"

"Mommy's pussy." He said.

"Roll over." I said. Arnie rolled over and I could see that he had an erection beneath his tented boxer shorts. I pulled the shorts all the way off and let my robe slip off of my shoulders to the ground. My nipples stood at attention and I felt electricity winding up my core, making my fingers and toes feel hallow. My son and I were both completely naked, and there was a powerful electromagnetic force drawing us together.

Pure animal instinct told me to climb onto my son and shove his hard cock up my dripping pussy, but I resisted. I had thought a lot about it and I didn't want to cross that final border while Arnie was in this trance state. As tempting as his body was -his cock was large and straining, curving upwards- I knew it would be better in the long run if I put off full consummation.

In the mean time, I thought, No reason we can't have some fun. I climbed onto the bed, on my knees with my cunt right above my son's face. He stared at it, glassy-eyed. I spread my knees apart, opening my pussy and bringing it closer to his face. "You like the way your mommy smells Arnie?"

"Yes." He said, his voice sounding cracked and dry.

"And would you like to taste it?"

He made a sound like a grunt and a whimper combined. "Yes mommy." He said.

"I hope you're thirsty," I said taking ahold of his headboard and swinging my leg to the other side of his head, "because mommy is soaking wet!" I smashed my pussy down on his mouth and immediately felt his tongue lapping up my juices.

I grabbed onto his headboard with my other hand and rocked my hips back and forth, controlling where his tongue went. I made the boy lick in little circles around my pussy-hole and then directed my clit to his hard-working tongue. He sucked my fat clit like it was a little cock, getting my juices flowing down his chin.

I pulled my clit from between his lips, and directed a gush of sticky sweet pussy juices down his throat as a powerful orgasm rolled up from deep inside me. It shot out to my extremities in tingling waves of electric joy. "Oh Arnie!" I shouted. "Oh, my sweet little boy! You're magnificent!"

I was still shuddering when I realized I had a powerful unfulfilled cock-lust. I lifted my cunt off my son's glistening face and turned my body around so I could reach his love-tool. Arnie's mouth and tongue went back to work as I took hold of his shaft and squeezed. I leaned forward and felt Arnie gasp as I put his cock in my horny mouth. I set to work licking and sucking, and Arnie did too, a beautiful, loving, hungry mother and son, fulfilling a deep need.

I had to move down a bit to get my son's whole cock in my mouth which brought my asshole close to his mouth. I could feel him straining to reach it with his tongue, and I felt no reason to deny my son anything he wanted. I lowered my open anus onto his wet tongue, and as it probed into my most sensitive and pink orifice, he shot a thick stream of cum into my mouth.

My reaction ground my asshole down onto my son's mouth, and he continued licking as I swallowed and swallowed his potent semen. The feeling of his tongue and the taste of his cum brought me into another crashing orgasm. For a beautifully prolonged, hallucinatory period of time, my spasms synched up with his, and tears rolled down my cheeks. They were tears of joy.

It was the kind of moment that shows you what the true potential of love really is. It was a moment I will never forget.

I limply climbed off my son and pulled my panties on. "Put your shorts on and clean off your face," I commanded, "then come to me in the kitchen."

I sat at the kitchen table in a sexual pleasure-haze. I'd never felt that kind of satisfaction before, and it was liberating. I never wanted it to end. Arnie came in awhile later and stood in front of me. "Have a seat." I said. I got the slight nod he sat down. "Arnie, you got very upset this morning because I found those panties in your hamper. You were upset because you were ashamed, isn't that right?"

"Yes." He said.

"And why were you ashamed?"

"Because I think about you in ways that I shouldn't. I fantasize about you. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop."

"Why shouldn't you fantasize about me?"

"Because you're my mom." He said.

"What if I told you that it was okay? What if I said that I liked that you were fantasizing about mommy? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes." He said.

"What if I told you that mommy has fantasies of her own -fantasies about you? Would you like that?"

"Yes." He said.

"Arnie, I want you to listen to mommy now, listen very closely. Mommy wants you. She wants you very badly, but mommy feels guilt too. She doesn't want to be the one to initiate the relationship, she's afraid. She doesn't want to feel like she made you do something you'll regret someday, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"So you have to step up and be a man Arnie, you have to tell mommy how you feel about her. The panties are a perfect opening. When I bring you out of your hypnotic state I want you to think about mommy, and what you have to tell her. You will come and talk to mommy tonight, after dinner. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He said.

"Balderdash."

Arnie blinked a couple of times and looked at me.

"Well?" I asked. "Eggs or cereal?"

"Mom I... Um -about earlier?"

"Don't even mention it honey, it's okay. If you feel like it we can talk about it tonight, maybe after dinner." I smiled at my son. "Remember sweetie, you can tell your mommy anything."

"Thanks." He said. His eyes fluttered down over my bare legs.

The rest of the day was pure torture, I did some housework and ran some errands, all the time looking at the clock, feeling like dinnertime would never come. Best I could tell Arnie had done his Saturday bike ride but otherwise stayed in his room. The silence was killing me. Did he know on some level? He had to, the experience was too intense to have been consumed by some hypnotic black hole in his memory.

I decided to order out for dinner, I couldn't concentrate on cooking with all the love and lust vibrations zinging around the house and around my body.

I set the food out on the table and went and knocked on Arnie's door, but there was no answer. "Arnie, are you in there?" I called out. When he didn't respond I got nervous and opened the door. He was sitting with his back to me at his desk with his headphones on. I cleared my throat and he jumped and turned around. He pulled his headphones off and tried to nonchalantly cover what he was writing with his hand. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." He said.

"Dinner's here, I got us Chinese. What are you writing?"

"Nothing! It's nothing, I'll be in in a minute."

We ate, but both of us had little appetite. He seemed nervous and awkward, and the conversation kept trailing off. I could see the wheels turning in his head. When we were done eating he sat there while I cleared the dishes. "Mom? There's something that I wanted to talk to you about, but I'm not sure how you'll react."

I put the last of the food in the fridge and came back to the table and sat across from my son. "Oh honey, I really doubt there's anything you could say that would shock me." He was looking directly into my eyes now. "Is it something personal?"

"This morning... Your panties... They were in my hamper and I -well, the truth is that I put them there. I got them from the hamper in the bathroom."

"And why did you do that?"

"I don't know how to say this, it's embarrassing." He looked down and then back up at me. "It's the smell mom, it turns me on. I- I use them when I jack off. I'm sorry I know I'm sick, but the smell drives me crazy!"

I took a deep breath. "You're not sick Arnie, sweetheart. It's perfectly normal for a young man to get excited at the scent of a woman's underwear. It's not unusual at all..."

"No, you don't understand mom. It's not just the smell, it's the fact that it's you. When I smell them I think about you." He was shaking as he told me this and I could see that he was on the verge of crying.

I put my hand on his and smiled at him. "Honey, it's okay, really. Sexual fantasies are never anything you have to apologize for. I have a lot of sexual fantasies too, some that might surprise you." I shook my head. "The truth is Arnie, I'm flattered that you would think of me in that way, and I don't mind you using my panties at all. In fact I kind of like the idea."

His breathing was shallow and he looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. After a moment he managed to speak. "What?" He said.

I giggled. "I said I kind of like the idea of you thinking about your old mom while you're sniffing my panties. I think it's really sexy to be honest with you."

"But you're my mom," he said, "don't you think it's wrong?"

"The best things in life are usually considered wrong, but I don't give a damn. You're my son and I love you. I don't see why you shouldn't get any woman you want -even me." the lust was starting to well up inside me. "And Arnie, it just so happens that I'm available."

Arnie stood up and moved toward me. He scooped me out of my chair, knocking it over in the process, and held me in his strong arms. "Oh mom," he said, "I love you so much."

"Call me mommy." I said. He kissed me passionately and my body went weak against his. He took me to my bedroom and ripped my clothes off and made love to me with wild abandon, calling me mommy and suckling my breasts. After the third time he swore he'd do anything to please me and I made him prove it by licking his own cum out of my pussy. We made love again and again and finally fell asleep as the sun was coming up. As I drifted off I knew that my son was the only lover I would ever need. My little Arnie was a beast.

***

We kept the true nature of our relationship a closely guarded secret for the next three years as Arnie finished getting his degree. He slept in my bed every night but we maintained his room to keep up appearances. In public I was 'mom', in private I was 'mommy'.

After his graduation I took him out for a nice dinner to celebrate. He seemed nervous and suggested we go for a walk afterward along the park by the river. We found ourselves alone and we started kissing and cuddling, something we could rarely ever do in public.

I was starting to get turned on when Arnie stopped and looked at me. I could tell he had something he wanted to say. "I love you mommy," he began, "I love you more than anything. Since our relationship changed I've been the happiest man in the world, and I don't want it to ever end." He pulled a small case from his pocket and opened it, revealing a diamond engagement ring. "mommy, will you marry me?"

I felt dizzy. "Arnie!" I said. "Really? I- I don't know what to say... We'd have to move to a new town where nobody knows us."

"I don't care." He said.

"It would have to be a state that doesn't require a blood test to get married."

"Okay." He said.

"There's quite an age difference between us Arnie, even if nobody finds out we're mother and son, people will still talk you know. Eyebrows will raise."

"I don't care about any of that." The silly romantic got down on his knees. "Mommy, please give me an answer -will you marry me?"

"Of course I will honey, get up. The answer is yes." He stood up and kissed me deeply. It was the happiest moment of my life.

In case you're wondering, yes, I still use my hypnotic power over him sometimes, but only on special occasions.