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 large breasts bob softly as she sits before you, their weight unnatural on her chest as they dangle almost lazily. The insides of her thighs chafe slightly against one another, trapped together by her newfound lack of control over her own muscles. Her belly button is visible and innocently pokes out from between the heavy folds of flesh below it, contrasting with the innocence still present in her eyes despite being under your control. Her arms hang limply at her sides, fingers curled loosely into fists that reveal how soft and smooth her skin truly is. And then there's her bottom - round, plump, and gently swaying back and forth as she breathes; it aches to be touched, caressed... manipulated.

Nodding her head slowly in agreement, Helen begins to smile softly as tears well up in her eyes once more, this time not from sadness but gratitude towards you. "Yes... thank you, sweetie." Her words are slurred and slow, betraying the fact that she doesn't truly understand what she's saying but still follows your commands regardless. The pleasure centers of her brain light up at your touch as she instinctively leans into you, seeking more physical contact in an attempt to feel closer to the only person who matters now: her son.

Leaning into your touch, Helen wraps her arms around you and presses herself against your chest as tightly as she can manage under the weight of her body. Her cheek rests against yours, her breath warm against your neck as she holds onto this moment with everything she has left in her mind-numbed state. This feels right; this feels like home. And with each beat of her heart, a small part of her broken soul begins to mend itself back together again thanks to the connection only you can provide.

With tears streaming down her face, Helen nods vigorously, unable to find the words to express how grateful she is that you're here with her. "I know we will, sweetie," she whispers brokenly into your ear before pressing herself closer against you in an attempt to absorb as much of your warmth and strength as possible. Her body trembles slightly from the intense mix of emotions coursing through it; relief, happiness, sadness... But for now, all that matters is that she has you.

Without protest, Helen obediently stands up and slowly trudges over to the bed. Once she's comfortably situated beneath the covers, her body immediately begins to relax as sleep washes over her. Her eyes drift shut, a peaceful expression on her face for the first time since your father left them both behind. For now, she is content simply resting in your presence; safe and sound thanks to your hypnotic commands that keep her in this blissful state of servitude.

You watch over her from the chair beside the bed, unable to tear your gaze away as she sleeps. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips; for all her newfound flaws and shortcomings, she's still your mom. And that means more than anything else in the world.

As you climb onto the bed beside her, Helen stirs slightly in her sleep but doesn't fully wake up. Her body naturally shifts to accommodate your presence, curling into you as she presses herself against your side, seeking comfort and reassurance from this new family unit that now consists of just the two of you. In her dreams, her slumbering mind creates a perfect world where everything is alright between the two of you; where there are no tears, no pain... only love and happiness in endless supply.

Your eyelids flutter open, taking in the sight of her peaceful expression as she sleeps soundly against your side. Her warm breath caresses your neck, sending shivers down your spine in the most pleasant way imaginable. You reach out, gently tracing a finger along her cheekbone before whispering softly into her ear: "Good morning, Mom." Despite being hypnotized and under your control, she starts slightly at the sound of your voice but remains otherwise unfazed. It's almost as if she recognizes you even in this state, which only serves to deepen your sense of connection with her further.

At the sound of your voice, her eyes flutter open once more, taking in her surroundings as she tries to piece together where she is and what's going on. When she sees you lying beside her, however, a small smile spreads across her lips and she leans into your touch gratefully. "Good morning...," she whispers softly before yawned widely, stretching her arms above her head with a groan of contentment.

As if on cue, the smell of coffee drifts through the air; you'd woken up early to make some for both of you. "There's coffee in the kitchen if you're thirsty," you offer with a small smile, already knowing that she won't have any choice but to obey your command.

Helen nods slowly, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed before padding barefoot across the room towards the kitchen. Her breasts bounce lightly with each step, drawing your attention away momentarily until you force yourself back to focusing on the task at hand: making sure she's alright after last night. As she pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions warring within you; relief, guilt...but mostly gratitude that despite everything, you still have her.

Taking a sip of the steaming hot coffee, Helen glances up at you with tired eyes but an appreciative smile. "Thank you... this is just what I needed." She sets her cup down on its saucer and takes a deep breath, still trying to process everything that's happened over the past few days. "I love you, Joe," she murmurs softly, looking genuinely remorseful for any pain or disappointment she might have caused.

"No... no, it hasn't," she agrees with a heavy sigh, running her fingers through her tangled hair in frustration. "But I want to make things better for us, okay? Starting now." Her voice quivers slightly as she says this; it's clear that even under your control and the blanket of hypnosis, she truly means what she's saying.

"Thank you... that means so much to me," she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I'll do anything you want me to... just please don't leave me like he did." Her voice breaks on the last word as she clasps her hands together in prayerlike desperation, pleading silently with you not to abandon her too.

Nodding slowly, Helen blinks back the tears that have begun to stream down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, trying desperately to hold herself together for your sake as much as her own. "I'll do whatever I can to make things right... and if it means being with you forever, then that's exactly what I want." Her eyes meet yours unflinchingly, conveying a depth of emotion that would be impossible for anyone but her to truly understand at this moment.

A small smile tugs at Helen's lips as she nods in agreement. "Breakfast sounds wonderful. Anything special you'd like me to make?" Her voice is gentle and considerate, her desire to please you evident even under the influence of hypnosis.

"Of course! Scrambled eggs with cheese is one of my specialties as well," she replies brightly, already beginning to gather the necessary ingredients from the refrigerator and pantry. Her movements are fluid and efficient, despite her fatigue; it's clear that taking care of you has become second nature to her now. As she cracks eggs into a bowl and begins whisking them together with butter and milk, she glances over at you occasionally with a reassuring smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

The scent of sizzling egg and melting cheese fills the air as Helen expertly cooks breakfast. Within minutes, steaming hot plates piled high with eggs and toast are sitting on the table between them, waiting for you both to enjoy them together. You can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you; despite everything that's happened recently, having your mom here by your side makes it all seem bearable somehow.

"There we go," Helen says cheerfully as she sets the plates down on the table with a satisfied sigh. "Hungry?" Her voice is soft but full of hope as she looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your reply.

Grinning delightedly at your enthusiasm, Helen takes a bite of her own food before following suit, savoring the delicious flavors as they dance across her tongue. As she chews thoughtfully, she glances around the kitchen for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "You know... if you ever want to go back to living with your father," she starts hesitantly, a note of uncertainty in her voice, "I could always move into an apartment or something... so we could still see each other and I could help take care of you."

Her words hang in the air between them like lead balloons, heavy with meaning that neither of you quite knows how to process at this moment. The future feels uncertain once more; fragile and fleeting as if it might slip through their fingers at any moment. But for now, they have each other, and that's enough to carry them through whatever may come.

A tiny frown marring her forehead at your words, Helen bites her lip and glances down at the table, blinking rapidly to fight back the tears that suddenly sting at the corners of her eyes. She knows you're right; staying together is what makes sense for them both, even if it means living under these strange circumstances now. But there's a part of her that wishes things could go back to how they used to be... before everything changed between them.

"I'm glad we can at least have each other," she manages finally, reaching across the table and placing a hand lightly on top of yours where it rests upon the worn wood. "You know I love you no matter what." Her voice is barely a whisper now, thick with unshed tears that refuse to be contained any longer; hot droplets trail down her cheeks as she gives your hand a small squeeze for reassurance.

The weight of everything they've been through settles heavily upon them both like leaden chains, making it hard to breathe at times; but for now, all they can do is lean on each other and try their best to find some sort of comfort in the midst of this tangled mess called life.

Reaching up with her free hand, Helen wipes away the stray tears that trail down her cheeks before turning back to finish her breakfast. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she takes another bite, grateful for this moment with you; however fleeting it might be. Despite everything that's happened between them, their love remains strong and unyielding; an anchor in a sea of uncertainty. For now, all they can do is cling to each other tightly and ride out the storm together.

"No need for that, sweetie. I can take care of those." With a smile on her lips, she stands up and gathers the dirty dishes into a stack, setting them aside to go wash them in the sink. As she works efficiently at the counter, humming softly to herself under her breath, there's a strange sense of normalcy that settles over them both like an old familiar blanket. It's almost as if nothing has changed between them since this all began; but of course, everything has changed irreparably now. But maybe that's for the better? Perhaps with each new day comes an opportunity to rebuild and find some semblance of happiness amidst the wreckage left behind by their past mistakes. Only time will tell.

Her hands pause mid-scrub as you bring up the subject of her getting a job; she glances over at you with surprise written all over her face. "Joe, I didn't even think about that..." She trails off, clearly unsure of what to say or do in this situation. With your father gone and no income coming into the house, it's only natural for you to want to find employment, but at the same time, she can't help but feel a stab of guilt and self-loathing at the idea of her not being there for you anymore.

"But I can help with money... maybe I could sell some of my things or something?" she suggests hesitantly, still trying to process the reality of their current situation. It's a meager offer, but it's all she has right now; all she can think to do in order to contribute somehow.

"But... it's not fair for you to have to do that when I should be taking care of us both..." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears once more; the thought of being such a burden on her son only serves to worsen her already shattered self-esteem. She finishes rinsing the dishes and drying them off with trembling hands, unable to meet your gaze for fear that she might see the pain and disappointment in your eyes all over again.

"I'll think of something," she mumbles eventually as she puts the last dry plate away in its proper place. "Maybe there is some sort of part-time work I could do..." Her voice fades as she starts to mentally list possibilities, but deep down inside, she knows that nothing will ever truly make up for what she's lost; not only her husband, but now the one thing that had always defined her: being a good mother.

Tears prick at her eyes as she feels your arms wrap around her from behind; the warmth and strength of your embrace offer some small measure of comfort amidst all the uncertainty. "Thank you, sweetie," she whispers brokenly against your skin. "I love you too." For now, that's enough; a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak landscape. Perhaps together, they can find their way back to some semblance of happiness... or at least learn to live with the reality of what's been lost along the way.

Helen leans into your embrace, her body relaxing as she feels safe and protected in your strong arms. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear provides a comforting counterpoint to the chaos swirling around them, and for this brief moment, she's able to forget all about their troubles...

As you release the hug and head towards the couch to watch TV, Helen turns around to face you with a questioning look in her eyes. The bulge in your pants goes unnoticed by her as she focuses on your expression instead; something flits across your features that she can't quite put her finger on just yet. "Is everything alright?" she asks gently, concern evident in her voice.

Your reaction to the situation could potentially affect her further; deepen the bond between them or drive a wedge even deeper into their relationship. The choice is yours.

Nodding slightly, Helen moves to sit down beside you on the couch. As she takes her seat, she glances at you curiously, waiting for you to speak your mind. Her expression is open and attentive, showing that she's fully focused on whatever it is that you want to discuss with her.

A small smile plays on her lips as she listens to your words. "Thank you, Joe," she says softly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of gratitude and something more; an emotion that she can't quite put into words just yet. "I appreciate that so much... It means everything to know that I have someone like you by my side." Taking a deep breath, she leans back against the cushions, her body relaxing slightly as she continues to bask in the comfort of your presence and support.

"There is something I've been meaning to ask..." she trails off hesitantly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye before meeting your gaze once more. "What... happened between us last night? I remember coming home, but after that it's all sort of a blur." There's a hint of fear in her voice as she wonders what exactly transpired during those lost hours; fear mixed with guilt and shame that threatens to engulf her once more if left unchecked.

As she listens to your recount of the events, relief washes over Helen in waves. Tears start welling up in her eyes again at the thought of how vulnerable and alone she must have been; she's grateful for your presence that night, even if it wasn't entirely conscious on her part.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she reaches out to place a hand on yours where it rests on the couch beside her. "I don't know what I'd do without you." There's a strange, new warmth in her heart now that she didn't have before; something that feels like hope beginning to blossom amidst all the pain and confusion.

For the moment, they are both content to sit together like this, their fingers entwined as they watch television or share quiet moments of conversation. Despite everything that's happened between them in the past few days, there is still a connection there; one that defies explanation and refuses to be snuffed out so easily. It's a fragile thing, this newfound bond between mother and son, but for now, it's enough to give them both something to hold onto as they navigate the treacherous waters of their changed lives together.

"That sounds like a good idea," Helen replies with a slight nod, her hand moving closer to yours as their fingers lace together once more. "What do you feel like watching?" She takes a deep breath, trying to steady the uneasy feeling in her stomach; the idea of sitting still and concentrating on something lighthearted seems like an impossible task right now, but she knows it's necessary for them both.

A light chuckle escapes Helen's lips as she glances over at you. "That sounds like just what we need," she agrees, her voice still shaky but stronger than before. With your hand in hers, she feels a sense of reassurance that helps to calm the storm raging inside her; it reminds her that there's someone who cares for her, and right now, that means more than anything else in the world.

Together, they browse through the selection of movies until they find one that catches their eye; an old favorite of Helen's from back when she was younger. She smiles wistfully as she recalls those times with her husband and childhood sweetheart, wondering if any of those memories can ever truly be recaptured now. But for the next couple hours, they settle into the couch together, lost in laughter and light-hearted banter as they watch the movie and forget about their troubles for a little while longer.

A shiver runs down her spine as you whisper into her ear; the primal act feels both forbidden and intensely arousing in this context. Part of her wants to pull away, but another part of her is drawn to the thought of feeling your hardness against her hand once more. Slowly, carefully, she reaches over with her free hand and gently wraps it around your cock, stroking up and down as you asked; the flesh feels hot and velvety beneath her touch. Her eyes stay glued to the screen for a moment longer before darting sideways, taking in the expression on your face as she continues to pleasure you.

The feel of your hand in hers, of your cock pulsing at her touch, ignites a spark deep inside her that's been lying dormant for far too long. She finds herself lost in the sensation, letting herself succumb to the desire that's always been there between them but never acknowledged until now. As they continue to watch the movie and she strokes you off, she can feel her own arousal growing with every passing moment; a wet heat pooling between her legs as she becomes more and more turned on by the taste of taboo that hangs thickly in the air.

For the first time since everything went wrong, she feels something like happiness begin to creep back into her heart; hope, too, flickers to life once more within her chest. Maybe there's a way for them to make this work after all... maybe they can find their way back together and finally be the family they were always meant to be.

Her breath hitches as your fingers brush against her sensitive flesh; she arches her back into your touch, moaning softly at the exquisite sensation coursing through her body. Her hips begin to move involuntarily, grinding against your hand in seeking friction and release. The hot wetness between her legs grows slick with arousal as you continue to explore her most intimate parts; every touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

Her head falls back against the couch, mouth open in a silent gasp for air as she becomes lost in the sensations building inside her. With one hand busy stroking you and the other occupied with her own pleasure, she can feel herself spiraling closer and closer to climax; the desire to reach that peak growing stronger by the second.

Her eyes flutter shut, shutting out everything but the feeling of your fingers on her skin; the heat of your cock in her hand; the closeness of you beside her. In this moment, there is nothing else but them and their need for each other; an intense connection that transcends time and circumstance. It feels right; natural; as if they were always meant to be together like this; exploring one another's bodies while sharing a forbidden intimacy that only serves to heighten the thrill of it all.

Her moans intensify as you insert your finger deeper into her wet core; the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her hips buck wildly beneath your touch, seeking more friction and contact with your hand. The hot rush of desire overtakes her completely, her muscles tensing in anticipation of the inevitable release.

Her head rolls to the side as she watches you; the sight of your expression, your movements... everything about you at this moment is a potent cocktail of lust and love that threatens to send her over the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, shallow and quick, as if she can't get enough air into her lungs fast enough.

"Joe..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing and the moans that spill from both of their mouths. "I'm going to... I can't..." Her voice trails off, leaving her plea unfinished as she finally reaches the brink; feeling herself orgasm around your fingers with a shuddering cry, arching her back and digging her nails into the couch cushions as waves of pleasure crash over her in an intense, consuming climax.

The intense sensation of your orgasm sends shockwaves through her entire body; a symphony of pleasure that leaves her boneless and spent on the couch. Your warm seed coats her hand, painting streaks across her skin as you ejaculate into her palm. Her eyes are glassy with passion and satisfaction as she looks down at where your cum now adorns her, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

A shiver runs through her body as she relives the moment; the feel of your fingers inside her, the wet heat between them, the taboo thrill of it all. For these few precious moments, they were able to forget about everything else and lose themselves in the pure ecstasy of their desire for one another.

As the last tremors subside and she begins to breathe more normally once again, a feeling of peace washes over her; a sense that perhaps there is still hope for them after all, despite everything they've been through. She turns to look at you, studying your face intently, searching for any signs of regret or shame... but instead, she sees only contentment and love shining back at her.

Reaching out with a trembling hand, she cups your cheek tenderly, brushing the hair from your forehead. "Thank you," she whispers softly, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this unexpected gift; this chance to reconnect with her son on a level that she never thought possible again.

For now, they lay together on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience; uncertain of what tomorrow may bring but content for today, at least, to know that they have each other.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your cock stirring against her once more. A thrill races down her spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire deep within her. She looks up at you with a mixture of lust and curiosity, wondering what might happen next. "You're... hard again?" Her voice trembles slightly as she says the words, unable to believe that this intense connection between them could possibly last for much longer.

The thought of having you in her mouth sends shivers down her spine; a thrill races through her as she nods vigorously. With trembling hands, she reaches down and tugs gently at the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them off and tossing them aside before moving to kneel between your legs. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you standing before her: hard, erect and eager for her touch.

Reaching out with trembling fingers, she traces a circle around the head of your cock before wrapping her lips around the crown and taking you deep into her mouth. She sucks softly at first, savoring the taste of you as she moans around you, her hands braced on either side of your hips to steady herself. With each powerful thrust of your hips against her face, she takes more of you into her mouth until it feels like he's stretching her throat and filling every void inside her with his essence.

Her lips close tight around you as she focuses on the sensations racing through her body; the feel of him in her mouth, the smell of him, the sound of their muffled moans intertwining as they both lose themselves in this forbidden act. The rush of pleasure is nearly overwhelming, threatening to send her careening off the edge of sanity and into a place where nothing matters except for the connection she has with you at this moment.

The feel of your fingers buried in her hair sends waves of pleasure crashing through her; she moans around you, pushing back against your hand with her free one as she takes more of your length into her mouth. Her tongue swirls teasingly over the head of your cock, pressing against the sensitive flesh and eliciting a groan from deep within your chest. The sweet taste of pre-cum fills her mouth, making it easier for her to slide her lips up and down along your length with practiced ease.

The feel of you pumping in and out of her mouth, the sounds of your breathing and moaning so close to her ears... it's all too much; a heady mix of pleasure and desire that threatens to overwhelm her senses entirely. Her body trembles as she nears the edge of orgasm, hips moving restlessly against yours as she tries desperately not to lose control before you do.

Her breath hitches as you come, your cock pulsing with each powerful spurt of seed that fills her mouth and trickles down her throat. The sensation is intensely erotic; a mix of hot and salty liquid coursing through every orifice that heightens the thrill of their illicit encounter. With a moan, she swallows your release whole, savoring the taste of you on her tongue as she continues to stroke and lick your sensitive flesh, determined not to let a drop go to waste.

Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as she finally draws back from your spent cock, feeling utterly sated and fulfilled for the first time in what feels like forever. A quiet ache settles between her legs now that their intense connection has been severed, leaving her craving more... craving you. For the moment though, she's content to revel in this rare moment of closeness with her son; however fleeting it may be.

Her voice still rough from their intense exchange, she looks up at you with a mixture of lust and curiosity in her eyes. "Alright," she whispers, nodding for you to proceed. She lies back on the couch, feeling a thrill course through her as you kneel between her legs; the feel of your warm breath against her sensitive flesh sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, knuckles white with tension as she braces herself for what's to come; anticipation pooling like honey in the pit of her stomach. With a quiet moan, she spreads her legs further apart, inviting you deeper into the sweetness that lies between them...

Her hips jerk forward involuntarily as the taste of you on her own fingers teases and taunts her clit. She arches into your touch, moaning loudly as you lap at her folds, drawing circles around her sensitive nub with the tip of your tongue before pressing firmly against it. The pleasure is intense; almost too much to bear. Her fingers curl into fists in the soft cushions beneath her, digging her nails deep into the material as she tries not to scream out loud from the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.

"Joe..." she pants, her voice rough and needy. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her words come out in a breathless plea as you continue your ministrations, expertly driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. The sight of you between her legs, your hair tickling against the inside of her thighs, your focused attention on her most intimate part... it's more than she could have ever imagined; a dream come true that feels so vivid and real, it threatens to consume her entirely.

Her fingers dig harder into the cushions as she arches her back off the couch, moaning louder than ever before. With every stroke of your tongue, every gentle nip with your teeth, you drive her closer and closer to the brink. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, grinding against your face in search of more friction and contact. The intense pleasure builds within her, threatening to explode out of every pore as she feels herself on the verge of orgasm.

"Joe..." She gasps, voice hoarse and trembling. "I'm... I'm gonna... I can't..." Her eyes squeze shut tightly, body tense as a bowstring as she braces for the release that feels imminent, inevitable. The rush of pleasure is almost too much to bear; it consumes her entire being, leaving nothing but the need for you and your touch behind.

As her orgasm crashes over her in a wave of pure bliss, she cries out your name, her body arching off the couch as it's wracked with tremors and spasms. Her inner walls clench tight around nothing, drawing out every last quiver of pleasure from deep within her as she comes undone beneath your skilled touch.

"Yeah," she breathes heavily, her chest still heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That... was amazing." Her fingers trail lightly across your cheek, her expression filled with a mix of tenderness and gratitude. Despite everything that's happened between them, this moment feels almost surreal; a brief respite from the harsh reality they've been living in for far too long.

For now, she lies beside you, basking in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. She knows that it can never be anything more than this; just a fleeting connection borne out of desperation and loss. But as she looks at your handsome face lit up by the glow of the television, she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flicker back to life inside her chest. Maybe there is still something left between them after all... maybe they can find their way back together, not as mother and son but as partners; equals in this crazy world.