I wouldn't have moved in with mum, given the choice.
But the parole board would only let me out if I had somewhere permanent to stay.
I'd just turned 40, and spent two years in prison. Doing nothing but working out in the gym, and masturbating in my cell.
Mum seemed happy for me to stay with her. Probably because she was lonely. She's been alone, ever since my father left her for a bitch of a secretary ten years ago.
As far as I know, she has never been with a guy since dad, which I think is down to some body issues. I don't get it myself. Granted she's in her sixties now, and has always had problems with her weight. But ive always gone for women with curves, so I know there would be someone out there for her.
I moved back in to my old room and kept a low profile. I felt shameful for going to prison, and letting mum down. But after a couple of days, I was pleased to have a second chance, and maybe make it up to her in some way.
We enjoyed the odd film, dinners at the dining table, and generally lounged around the house together. sometimes though we wore next to nothing around of each other.
That probably wasn't such a good idea As you can imagine. After two years of being banged up, I was a pretty horny guy, and mum was the only woman I was getting to see on a daily basis.
Her large breasts, and big round bottom. In bra and panties, were giving me thoughts I shouldnt be having about her, but I was.
One morning, I woke up to an empty house. Mum had left a note saying that she was out with some friends for the day.
I made myself a cup of tea, but instead of going back to my room. I went into mums bedroom, and riffled through her drawers. and found a pink vibrator along with a flesh coloured dildo, and a copy of fifty shades.
I started imagining mum, fucking herself with her toys, and it turned me on, thinking of her being so naughty.
I opened her clothes hamper and dug through until I found a large pair of black panties. When I held them up to my nose, there was still a faint smell of her pussy.
I found another pair of blue lace ones, which must have been placed there more recently because the smell of pussy was much stronger. I stuck out my tongue and licked the crotch area. Getting my first taste of pussy id had in over two years, and it was my own mothers pussy!.
But I didn't care, I was horny as fuck and just wanted to smell and taste pussy.
I lay on her bed and got some porn up on my phone.
I placed the panties over my nose, and began stroking my cock and cupping my balls, while sniffing mums panties. Watching as a woman who looked a lot like mum fingered herself to orgasm.
The scene in front of me, coupled with the scent of mums pussy made my cock ache so bad.
I imagined cuming inside mum, right there on her bed, as I shot a load of spunk all over myself.
Laying there, catching my breath, my mind began to ponder.
Part of the conditions of my early release is that I stay under house arrest for six months. The only pussy I would get a sniff at would be mums knickers.
Then I thought mum must be desperate for some cock after ten years of not getting any.
I know I was desperate after just two!
The fact that she masturbates with a vibrator, and dildo proves that she would love to be fucked.
What if there was a way that I could give her and myself some much needed satisfaction.
But how would I go about doing that?
The old criminal in me began to devise a plan.
I could try and seduce her but her motherly instincts would probably be too strong.
I would have to try and change her mind set, but then drugging her would bring its own set of dangers.
Then I struck upon an idea, an almost harmless one...hypnosis
I spent the rest of the day trying to find a way to hypnotize mum. I searched the internet, sifting through site after site. Through credible sources and hacks, reading review after review.
Until eventually I found what I was looking for. A hypnosis video that, acording to reviews, had a very high success rate. It would leave the subject in a very suggestive state.
I could pass it off as a way for her to lose weight. But the only problem was, I had no money yet.
At dinner, mum told me about her day and what a nice time she had shopping with friends. I told her about a job I had lined up through my parole officer, as a night time warehouse worker. But wouldn't be starting until next week.
Mum was pleased that I would be earning a wage, as well as having something to keep me occupied.
As the weeks rolled by, I continued to raid her clothes hamper whenever I had a day off or she was out.
The sweet smell of her panties were my only sex life, for over a month.
until I brought and recieved the hypnosis dvd.
The scent of mums pussy kept me focused on my goal. To hypnotize her, and plant the idea in her mind. To make her think of me in a sexual way.
I approached the subject while we were sitting watching t.v. I explained that I had brought her a dvd that might be able to help her lose weight.
She was sceptical at first, but I managed to convince her that it had been recommended by Hollywood stars. She pondered for a minute, then eventually agreed to give it a go.
She didn't hold out much hope though, she had tried every diet and fad imaginable in the past.
If only she knew what I really had in mind!.
But if it worked it would definitely help her to lose some weight.
I prepared the room by dimming the lights. Then put the dvd on and watched the introductory part.
When I was set I called mum who was getting dressed after taking a bath.
I got her to sit down on the couch and get comfortable before explaining that she should try and keep her mind clear of all thoughts except what she sees and hears on the screen.
She rolled her eyes but agreed to follow my instructions. I pressed play and left the room as soon as I heard the voice come on the screen.
The introduction explained that anyone not being hypnotized should leave the room for the duration of one hour.
After the time was up I returned to the room, mum was still sitting on the couch but her head was resting back and her eyes were closed. Gentle music was playing on the screen.
I knew that this was the moment of truth and began by talking to her in a gentle, soothing voice. I explained that she was about to begin a journey to lose weight, that her appetite would decrease and she would no longer desire to eat so much food, and will want to exercise more.
I repeated the suggestion three more times per the instructions. After the final time I realized that I still had no idea if it was working and felt compelled to test it somehow.
Knowing that she would be in a highly suggestible state if it worked properly,
