It was Wednsday, andTim and his mom Mary were sitting in the back of the classroom listening to the man up front explain about hypnosis. Tim a slim boy, 12 years old dark hair 5'0" had begged his mom to take him to the demomstration. Mary had relented, with a promise of cleaning out the garage.

Divorced for 3 year, she word as a bookkeeper. Redish blond hair, 30, a nice figure and 5'8", she was still able to turn heads, including Tim's. The man had brought people up front to hypnotis, as he spoke the people up front began to nod off. Tim noticed that several people in the chairs had also nodded off, including his mom. Thinking fast he whispered into his mom ear that on the count of three that she would wake up, and remember nothing about being hypnotised.

But every time she heard the word Cotton, she would return to the sleep stage. Counting three, Tim pretended to watch up front, out of the corner of his eye, he watched his mom's reaction. She yawned and looked around to see if anyone had seen her drop off. Through out the night Tim could barely contain himself. After the show was over, and they drove home, Tim was wondering wether the suggestion had taken hold.

Walking through the door, and putting away the coats, Mary sat in a chair and told Tim to go to bed.

Tim knew it was now or never. Tim asked if he should change his Cotton sheets? Mary's head dropped to her chest, and her body went limp. Tim began to pump his fist in the air, and mouth YES, YES. Tim had the night to plan what he was going to do.

Doing like he saw the man do, he placed his mom in a deeper trance. He had his mom repeat over and over what he said. I love the man of the house. I love to kiss the man of the house. Every time I kiss him I get excited. The more I kiss him the more excited I become. I love to hug him I get excited. The more I hug him the more excited I become. Tim left a suggestion that during the day his mom should hum the phases when ever she had a free moment.

Tim told his mom that when she went to bed, she would have a erotic dream, but could not see her lovers face.

And when she awoke she would say "why not?" One more suggestion he made was that his mom would wear make-up around the house.

Tim loved to see his mom in make-up. With that Tim reenforced the suggestions, and woke Mary, and went to bed. All during the next day, Mary seemed to be humming. And when she got home, instead of removing her make-up like normal, she did a touch-up reapplying her lipstick. When Tim got home he found his mom humming while fixing dinner, with full make-up. Yes thought Tim it's working. After dinner Tim sat with his mom in the livingroom watching TV. Tim asked when the Cotton bowl was, and was delighted to see his mom's head drop. Again Tim had Mary repeat the instructions over and over, and again he had her have the same dream, only more intense, with her lovers face almost clear but not quite, but it was someone she knew. He also reenforced her saying "why not" when she woke. Tim also added high heels to the make-up suggestion. When Tim got home form school the next day, he was greeted by the sight of his mother cooking dinner, wearing high heels and make-up.

The sight sent Tim's prick into a raging hardon. He went over and gave his mom a kiss, and she seemed to squim slightly, which caused Tim to smile. His mom seemed to be distracted during dinner, so Tim knew it was time to make his move. Right after the dishes were done, they just sat down when Tim said "Cotton". Knowing that he would have his work cut out for him, Tim planned a double dose for that night. He had her repeat the instructions again, only this time including, Tim is the man of the house, at the begining. He bringing her around, Mary looked slightly puzzled, then slided at Tim. Patting the cushion beside her, Mary asked Tim if he would like to sit next to her.

As Tim sat down, Mary placed her arm over his shoulders. Tim felt a slight trember past through her body. Looking over Tim could see her nipples sticking out of her shirt. Every so ofter she would give his a squeeze, or kiss his cheek.

Soon her breath was starting to become ragged, and the squeezes and kisses became more frequent.

All of a sudden she squeesed him hard against her and became stiff. After a moment she relaxed, and looked sheepish. I think I should go to bed she said.

"Cotton" Tim said. Now was the time for the final suggestion. You shall have your most erotic, most nastyist, the dirtyist dream of your life. And your lovers face will be crystal clear. It will be me you see in your dreams, and when you wake-up you will say "why not" and mean it. Tim had a hard time sleeping that night, every few minutes he would creep to his mother door, and listen to her moans. He could hardly wait until morning. Tim woke bright and early with a hardon, and went to the kitchen to find his mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. By look on her face, he could tell she was conflicted, so he went over to her and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mary let out a slight groan as her crotch began to quiver. She was wearing a short silk robe, which showed off her body. Her nipples stuck out, so Tim knew they were hard.

Mary tried to say something but nothing came out. Tim decided to act. Straddling her legs he put his arms around her neck, and kissed her hard on the lips. At first she tried to pull away, but then her body began to react to the hug and kiss, and she wrapped her arms around Tim and began to passionatly kiss back. Mary's private part was contrating like crazy, with juices flowing like they had never before.

Picking Tim up, she set him on the table, shrugged off her robe and pulled his face to her breasts. Holding his head she moved his mouth from one nipple to the other.

Reaching down her hand found Tim's thingy, and rapidly began to jerk it up and down. Precum was flowing over her hand and Tim sat up and yelled MOM. Mary leaned over and took Tim's prick into her mouth in one motion, her lipsticked mouth closing around it. In seconds Tim began to cum. As the first blast entered Mary's mouth, her softness began to cum as well. With each string of cum from his thingy Mary seemed to gush softnessjuice.

When Tim was finished, Mary kept his thingy in her mouth, to keep him hard. Standing up, Mary picked Tim up and carried him to her bedroom.

Laying him on her bed Tim saw for the first time her softness. The lips were swollen and her pubic hair was neatly trimmed.

Mary reached out and took his thingy in her hand and slowly began to pump up and down.

Looking into his eyes, she started to almost babble. Oh look at that thingy. Do you want mommy to play that nice hard prick? Sure you do, you want mommy to suck that sweet length, don't you? Before that happens your going to have to do something for mommy, you're going to have to eat mommy's juicy softness. Mary climbed up on the bed and swung her leg over his head. Tim was face to "face" with his first softness. Sticking his tongue out and toying her private part the effect was electifying.

Mary let out a groan and proceeded to start to cum all over again.

Again and again she came, with her juices flowing into Tim's mouth. Back and forth went his tongue trying to catch all the flowing softnessjuice. When she couldd take no more, she lifted off and laid back, her softness shiny from all the juice. Play me Tim. I need you to play me real bad. Come on sweety, don't keep mama waiting. Tim got up and crawled between Mary's legs, and Mary reached down and took his length in her hand and guilded into her cunt. Tim thrust his thingy into his mother's softness as far as it would go, and held it there, savoring the feeling.

Mary on the other hand had different ideas. She began to work her hips back and forth, and Tim soon began to move in and out. In a matter of seconds Tim was pumpimg as hard as he could, with Manry meeting every thrust. Soon both were covered in sweat, when with a grunt Tim began to come again. Mary felt the juice, and began to come also. As he finished Tim rolled over, Mary reached down and gripped his length, and started to clean him off, toying both their mingled juices.

Stroking him to keep him hard, Mary felt a tingle she hadn't felt in a long time. When she knew he was going to stay hard, Mary got up on all fours and turned her back to Tim. Play mommy's sensitive place Timmy. Please, mommy enjoys that so much. Please Timmy please. Tim could not believe his luck. His mom's soft place had always turned him on.

They were nice and round and firm. Stroking his thingy, he got off the bed and grabbed his mom's leg. He flipped her over and pulled her to the edge.

At first Mary thought he wasn't going to do it, because it was nasty, but then he placed her legs on his shoulders and she felt the pressure on her warmth. Slowly Tim drove his length into his mom's sensitive place.

It was a tight, hot feeling that he was loving. He knew that he wanted to do it over and over again.

Tim reached his hilt then began to withdraw. Over and over again until Mary couldn't take any more and came with a howl, her sensitive place closing in on Tim's prick, making him come. Finally going soft his length slid out of Mary's soft place. Laying there together, Mary turned her head towards Tim and said thank you I needed that. Tim could just smile knowing that he had made his mom and himself happy.