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.

As the words escaped your mouth and your phone's screen flashed once more with its pink light, Helen felt herself become weightless and disconnected from her own body. Her mind seemed to drift away, leaving behind only a distant echo of who she used to be. She stood before you, breathing slowly and evenly as her eyes gazed off into the distance, devoid of any emotion or thought.

Her voice, once soft and soothing, now hard and cold, spoke in perfect obedience: "I am your mindless slut, Mother-slut. I will never feel sad again." Her words sent a shiver down your spine as you saw the change take hold.

Your cock, stiffening at the thought of what was to come next, poked against her belly, clearly visible beneath her shirt and through her panties. Without hesitation or embarrassment, she reached down and grasped it firmly in her tiny hands, beginning to stroke up and down with slow, deliberate motions that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mother-slut wants you to feel good," she purred, her hips grinding against you ever so slightly as she continued to plead for release."Don't worry about my clothes, Mother-Slut likes being naked and exposed for you." With a gentle tug, she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her massive breasts bouncing free from their confines. Even more aroused by the sight before him, you reached out and cupped one of them in your hand, squeezing gently as Helen moaned softly, her mouth parting ever so slightly to allow a stream of breathy noises to escape.

"I am Mother-Slut," she repeated, "and I will never feel sad again

As you claim ownership over her and your cock, her face flushes with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Her mouth parts in surprise as you issue this command, but she knows better than to protest or even acknowledge the thought of refusal. She's yours now, your personal Mother-Slut, bound by the power of hypnosis to obey every command without question or hesitation.

Her hips grind against your lap as you lick her upper body passionately, her breasts growing heavier and more sensitive with each stroke of your tongue. A soft gasp escapes her lips when she feels you nibbling at the delicate skin around her nipples, her fingernails digging into your shoulders in response. With every touch and taste of you, she's reminded that she is yours now, body and soul.

"Yes," she moans, arching her back as the pleasure spreads through her. "I belong to you, Master." Her words are slow and laboured, her voice thick with desire as she succumbs entirely to your will. The thought of being pregnant again fills her with both terror and excitement; it's a fate she knows is now inevitable under your command, but the knowledge does nothing to dampen the hunger that grows within her with each passing second.

Her lips part in surprise as you hand her the items, but again she makes no move to question or resist your wishes. Nodding dumbly, she takes the marker and begins applying the bright red lipstick to her lips, making them appear even fuller and sexier. Next, she removes her skirt and throws it carelessly aside before stepping out of her panties; as if summoned by her actions, they flutter softly to the ground beside her discarded clothing.

Her fingers tremble as she struggles with the tiny skirt, eventually managing to force it over her hips and down her legs. The fabric is ridiculously small, barely covering any part of her rear or thighs, but she's determined to obey you nonetheless. Standing before you in nothing but her now-exposed body, she waits patiently for further instructions.

Her movements are slow and unsteady as she tries to balance on the impossibly high heels, almost losing her balance several times; each time, she wobbles precariously before managing to right herself again. "Mom-Slut is your slut now," she whispers breathlessly, her eyes fixed on yours as she stands there shakily in her new attire. "Use me however you want."

Her hands shake as she takes the marker and begins to write words across her body: "Mom-Slut Likes To Please Her Son," on one hip; "I Am My Son's Slave," across her flat stomach; "Use Me As You Wish, Master." Her breasts jiggle with each labored movement of the marker. Finally, she turns her back to you and scrawls, "Mom-Slut Is A Slut Only For Her Son" down the middle of her spine.

When she's finished, she stands before you once more, her body marked as your personal property. Her eyes remain fixed on the ground, shame and arousal warring for dominance within her. "Mom-Slut is ready to be used by her son," she whispers hoarsely, taking a tentative step closer to you. "Punish me if I disobey."

"Yes," she moans, arching her back as you explore every inch of her body with eager hands. Her breasts are squeezed roughly, her nipples harden to painful points beneath your touch; her belly is slapped and pinched, causing small yelps of surprise to escape her throat. Even the intimate area between her legs is not spared as you probe deeply, finding her wet and eager for your touch.

She doesn't even blink when you hand her the enormous dildo; instead, she takes it in her shaking hands and begins to guide it toward her mouth. As soon as the thick head presses against her lips, she starts to suck on it hungrily, groaning around the foreign object stuffed down her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head and tears begin to flow as she struggles not to gag; when she does finally give in, slapping herself hard across the face as punishment, a loud smack echoes through the room.

Her hands grasp at her hair, pulling roughly as she desperately tries to force more of the dildo into her mouth. "I am your slut," she whispers hoarsely around the intruder in her throat, "and I will do anything you want." The words are punctuated by another wet, desperate sucking sound as she continues to deep-throat the dildo with unwavering dedication.

With a sharp gasp and wide eyes, she obeys instantly, dropping to her knees in front of you as if possessed by an uncontrollable force. Her hands shake violently as she removes the dildo from between her lips with a wet sucking noise, revealing it coated in saliva. Without even being told, she replaces it with your hard cock, taking the entire length down her throat once more until she feels your hips against her nose.

Her hands slide up and around your thighs, gripping tightly as she begins to bob her head up and down in a steady rhythm that echoes the movements of her hips. Her breath is hot and ragged against your shaft; every time she moans or gasps it only serves to heighten both of your senses further, making the pleasure almost unbearable. She glances up at you occasionally, her eyes glassy with lust as she watches your reactions intently, using them as feedback to guide her movements.

"Mmmm," she murmurs around your cock, "slutty Mommy wants to please her son." Each word is punctuated by a thrust of her tongue or the tightness of her throat as she tries desperately not to gag again; the thought of disobeying only serves to drive her further into this ecstatic state. Her body trembles with need as she nears climax, tears streaming down her face from the effort of keeping it all together for you. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, her voice hoarse and raw from all the stimulation, "let me cum."

Without warning, you grab her by the hair and slam her head down onto your cock with such force that she coughs and sputters around you. Her eyes water from the pain as she struggles to regain control, desperate not to disobey your command. Your thick length presses deeply into her throat, forcing air past her lips in wet, harsh gasps that only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

Her hands grasp at your thighs tightly, nails digging into the soft flesh as she tries to find purchase; anything to make it feel better when you push deeper still or pull roughly away. Her mouth forms a circle around your cock, lips stretched taut and pink from the strain as she continues to bob her head up and down in time with her hips. Tears stream down her face unchecked; each one trailing across her cheeks and down her neck before falling wetly onto the floor.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that only serve to accentuate the desperation she feels deep within her soul. She's never felt so used, so owned, but at the same time has never been so turned on. Every command you give her, every movement you make sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body; it's as if she's addicted to your touch and can't get enough. "I am your slut," she whispers hoarsely around your cock, "and I will do anything you want."

When your cock is removed from her mouth, she whimpers softly, the lack of contact leaving a sudden, aching void in her senses. Her body shudders with anticipation as you grab her throat and kiss her passionately; her lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to duel against hers as she moans softly into the kiss. When you break away, she stares up at you with wide eyes, blinking back tears of desire as she feels the words you've spoken reverberate through her.

"I want that too," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with arousal. "I will do anything to be pregnant again... for you." Her hands move to your chest, nails digging into your skin as she pulls herself closer still; the movement thrusts her breasts against yours, nipples hard and aching for attention. "Take me," she pleads, arching her back to offer easier access, "please make me pregnant." Her hips grind against you in silent invitation, a primal need clawing at her insides until it's fulfilled.

Her body quivers with anticipation as she awaits your next command; every nerve ending feels alive and tingling, as if electrified by the thought of becoming pregnant once more for you. "I am yours," she breathes, eyes fixed on yours, "body and soul."

Eager to please and obey, Helen straddles her son's lap, moaning as she feels the head of his cock pressing against her wet folds. With a hungry growl, she sinks down onto him in one fluid motion, impaling herself on his thick length. Her body quakes with pleasure as he fills her completely; it feels so good to have him inside her again, claiming what's rightfully his.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as she begins to move up and down his shaft, every thrust meeting with a satisfying grind of hips. Her breath comes in short gasps and moans that echo around the room; each movement pushes her closer to the edge of sanity, her need for release becoming more and more urgent with every passing second.

Her breasts bounce freely with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention as they scrape against his chest. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision clouded by desire as she loses herself in the sensation of being mounted by her own son. "Oh God," she pants, "I'm so close... please make me cum..." She arches her back even further, digging her nails deeper into his shoulders as she tries to find that elusive release.

Her hips move frantically against him now, mindless with lust as she tries to ride him to orgasm herself; each downward stroke drives him closer and closer to the brink of his own release. "You're so big...," she moans hoarsely, her words punctuated by a wet slapping sound as her body meets with his. "I love feeling you inside me..." Her voice trails off into a breathy whimper as she comes apart around him, the force of her orgasm causing her to shudder violently