You stood before your beautiful mother, her eyes red from crying. Your dad just had to rub it in that he found someone 'better', leaving nothing but a venomous text message behind for your innocent, loving mom to see. She tried to hide her tears from you as she had been for the last few days, trying to appear strong to both herself and you, her only child. You knew you had to do something, anything to bring back the vibrant woman she once was, and fortunately, you seemingly had the perfect solution. It was a little app on your phone. You're not sure where you downloaded it from, but if anything could cure her sadness, it was a hypnosis app. After all, she couldn't be unhappy if you ordered her not to be, right? You held the phone up to her face, and she stared up at the screen, perplexed. Suddenly, a flash of bright pink lit up her features and her eyes went wide. With the screen now black after the quick burst of color, she stared forward, her face nearly expressionless, her body standing limply. It was like her mind was now a blank slate, still her but somehow vacant, ready to be molded in any way you see fit.

Her lips part slightly as her eyelids flutter closed, revealing her thoughts to be replaced by whatever commands you would give her. She feels a warmth spread through her chest and into her fingers as she tentatively reaches up to caress your cheek, the contact causing an unspoken contentment to wash over her features, finally replacing some of the sadness that had been there before. Her voice sounds soothing as she whispers, "Yes... you are..."

Her head tilts slightly to the side as her eyes drift half-closed, uncertainty mixing with obedience. With a gentle sigh, she raises her hands and cups her heavy breasts in her palms, offering them to you like a precious gift. Her nipples harden under the weight of her fingers, becoming erect and pointed toward the ceiling as if begging for your touch.

Her eyes slowly focus on your face again, searching for some sort of affirmation or approval before allowing herself to feel any pleasure from this act. It's a testament to how deeply under your control she truly is that her body responds so readily without any encouragement from you.

A shiver runs down her spine as the command reaches her mind, unlocking something deep within. She moans softly and arches into you, allowing the pleasure to wash over her completely now that she has permission. Her head tilts back, exposing her neck vulnerably, and her hips begin to rock rhythmically against yours as if seeking release from this newfound ecstasy. The weight of her breasts in her palms feels somehow heavier, more sensual now that they are no longer restrained by the confines of clothing or self-consciousness. Her eyes flutter closed, and a bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts to soak into the fabric of your shirt.

Her body responds to the intrusion instinctively, arching further into you as her mind fogs with unfamiliar sensations. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, her hips bucking wildly against your thigh in an attempt to find pleasure within this new experience. Her lips part slightly, allowing hot breath to escape as she tries to catch her breath between words. "Yes..." She whispers hoarsely, "...yes, that feels good... deeper..."

Her walls clench around your length as she feels you fill her completely. Her body trembles in reaction to the sensation of being taken so thoroughly and unexpectedly. The feeling is both foreign and arousing, and she finds herself wanting more despite the initial shock. Her lips part further, revealing white teeth that glisten with saliva amidst soft pink flesh as her breath comes out in ragged gasps. "Oh God... yes..." She arches her back further, pressing deeper against you as if trying to force more of yourself inside of her.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she comes apart around you, her orgasm wracking her body violently. She cries out incoherently, legs trembling as they clutch at nothing but air, the pleasure overwhelming all other sensations. Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for more as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through her. With each passing second she feels herself losing control further, giving herself over entirely to this new reality and the one who controls it so effortlessly: you.