Let's just get the necessary preliminary descriptions out of the way.
My name is Judy, I just turned 40 when this all started. I'm 42 now. I'm 5.8, 140. I'm, what you would call "frumpy", not fat. I don't workout. I hazel eyes, shoulder length brunette, no grey hairs, yet. "D" cup breast, they sag, the typical stretch marks on the sides. I had a full crop of pubic hair, I didn't see any reason to trim it close, I mean, who was going to see it anyway, but I'll get to that later. I divorced at 35, typical story, husband left me for a younger woman. I can say the alimony and child support was very generous, helped take some of the sting out of the separation, but not the social embarrassment. I work for a travel agency, so I primarily work from home.
We have one son, Eric. He's handsome, I'm his mother, so I think so. He is kind of a nerd, almost 20 now. He's a lanky, 5.10, 160, brown hair, looks like he always needs a hair cut. His hobbies are those damn video games and magic. Him and his father are cordial. His father's new wife is nine years older than Eric. They've never developed any kind of rapport, which is fine with me.
I've only dated a few times after the divorce. I'm very leery about men and sex has always been, I don't know, not that important. Probably why the marriage didn't work out.
But forget all that. Eric was in his senior year in high school. He had received admission into several colleges and thankfully his father had set up a college fund for him so money wasn't going to be a factor.
One Saturday morning he woke up really excited. He had gone out with friends to a comedy club and seen a magician who had hypnotized some audience members and he was "blown away". He said ecstatic and wanted to put that in his act.
I just smiled as I poured him a glass of orange juice. I knew what that meant. I'd be his guinea pig. Ever since he caught the, "magician" fever when he was around seven, I had been his audience of one, he practiced on. I encouraged him, gave him some pointers and he loved it, He loved entertaining so I sat there and watched him grow. By the time he was in high school he was pretty good. He did talent shows and then started to do his act at the teen center. Now "hypnotism", I sat down, sipped my coffee and looked at him as he fidgeted on on his iPhone.
He said excitedly, "Wow, there's tons of stuff on hypnotism. I gotta see how they do it."
He looked so cute as his enthusiasm showed on his face. My son, the magician, hypnotist. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was all an act. Hypnotism didn't work, it wasn't real. I didn't want to dampen his spirit, I figured I'd let him find out for himself as he read up on it.
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A week passed and I was busy in the den finishing up entering a client's itinerary for a coming trip when I heard the front door slam.
"God damn so-called friends!" Eric was yelling to himself in the living room.
I hit save, pushed my desk chair away from the computer and went to see why he was upset.
I made it into the living room, just in time to see him slam his backpack on the sofa.
With my arms folded infront of me, I interrupted his tantrum, "Well, what happened now?"
He looked up startled. The anger seemed to drain from his face, embarrassed, as he noticed me. He shrugged, "My so-called friends are just jerks. I wanted to hypnotize them and they acted like it worked and then to them it was just a big joke and they just laughed at me, telling me it was all garbage and just..."
He stopped his tirate and looked at me. He had a sad, hurt expression and asked, " Do you think hypnosis works or is it a farce like my friends say?"
I didn't want to hurt his feelings anymore so, well I lied. "Yes Eric, I believe it works, but you have to have someone that believes it does. Skeptics just won't let it, they just won't let themselves go."
He tilted his head, looked at me, "Do you believe it mom? Would you let me try and hypnotize you?"
I was kind of shocked when he asked me, I guess I shouldn't have been. A strange tingling swept over my skin. I looked at his face, it had a soulful look.
I really had no choice, "Sure Eric, let's give it a try."
He smiled and said, "Let me get a chair from the dining room table."
He dragged the wooden chair to the center of the livingroom and said, "Okay mom, sit down."
I sighed, walked to the chair and sat down. I had on a long dark flowered cotton dress, that buttoned down the front. When I sat, it still covered more than half my calf. The couple top buttons was undone, but the straight neckline was still high. I didn't have any pantyhose on, just a pair of granny white undies and a plain white support bra. A pair of black felt slippers. I had showered the night before but hadn't done my weekly armpit and leg shavings. My hair had a full look after my shampooing the night before. I folded my hands in my lap and looked at Eric. He was digging in his knapsack.
He said to himself, "There it is." He pulled out a necklace with a shiny gold pendant attached. He walked over, stood in front of me and smiled. "Ready mom?"
I nodded, "Yes dear."
Eric held his clenched fist about a foot from me over my head. He opened hand letting the pendant fall in front of my face. He held onto the chain. As the pendant swayed slightly, my son, softly spoke, "Now mom, concentrate on the pendant. See how shiny it is. Keep looking at it mom."
Again I felt a tingling, lightly prickly feeling all over me. Like just the tips of a needles where touching every inch of my skin.
I stared at the swaying pendant. I surpressed a smile as I went along with my son's act.
"Keep looking at the pendant mom", he intoned. "See how shiny it is. Concentrate on it mom. Let it relax you. Your eye lids are getting heavy. You're having a hard time keeping them open."
I fluttered my eye lashes and then closed my eyes. Again, that tingling feeling swept over me.
Eric continued his monologue, "That's it mom, close your eyes, sleep mom, fall into a deep sleep."
I closed my eyes, relaxed my shoulders, slumped a litte into the seat and bowed my head.
The room was quiet.
Just above a whisper, Eric said, "Okay mom, listen to what I say and obey me, raise your right hand."
I hesitated, again my skin tinged, I slowly raised my right hand. Eric said sharply, but not to loud, "YES!"
