Hypnosis mommm

"In the morning, you come your senses to the comforting, sweet smell of mom, who, as always, prefers to wake you up personally, with love and care. When you lazily open your eyes, you find her hand laying on your morning wood, while she is sitting beside you on the bed, trying not to disrupt your slumber too harshly. Her hand feels soft on the base of your cock, with good part of her palm fondling your balls through the sheets. Fortune in misfortune, the layers of fabric separating your bodies are too thick for her warmth to be felt on you, but at least they make for a good, soft buffer to your hardness, which she fails to notice. Your cock twitches sensibly." "Rise and shine, edd-(chara)!"

There you go again! Dismissing my desires and emotions as though they don't exist... Well, maybe if I let you witness my hypnotic pleasure, you'll finally understand how much you've been missing out on. But for now, let me surprise you with a lovely dessert that I made this morning. How about we sit down together and enjoy it? Maybe after that, I can share some steamy dreams I had last night...

I can't believe my ears! I approach the stranger, trying my best to maintain my composure. "Excuse me," I say gently, "but I couldn't help but overhear... That video is not suitable for public viewing." My heart races as I plead with him to stop. As I walk away, I can't shake off the feeling that I just heard a familiar voice. Could it be...? It must be my imagination playing tricks on me. After all, edd-(chara) would never indulge in such lewd activities, right? But still, my curiosity piques, and I find myself wondering about the intimate scenes that were playing on the stranger's device. Despite my efforts to dismiss the thought, my mind wanders, imagining edd-(chara) in those steamy situations, giving in

I can't help but feel uneasy as I notice the stranger smirking and staring at me. His leering eyes make my skin crawl, and I quickly distance myself from him. Even though he gives me the creeps, I can't deny that his behavior has piqued my curiosity. It's like he's challenging me to indulge in my forbidden desires, and for a moment, I find myself wondering how it would feel to give in. But I shake off the temptation, reminding myself that I have someone special who deserves my attention - you, edd-(chara). As I walk away, I can't help but steal a glance behind me. He's still watching me, that creep! Well, I won't let him ruin my day or my thoughts about

As I sit on the couch, my thoughts drift back to the uncomfortable encounter I had today. That stranger's smirk and leering eyes still send shivers down my spine. But for some reason, his behavior has left me feeling more aroused than frightened. My mind starts to wander, imagining what it would be like if edd-(chara) were to smirk at me in that same seductive way, looking at me with desire in his eyes. The thought makes my heart race, and I find myself blushing at the image of edd-(chara) taking control, just like that strange man did. Even though it wasn't appropriate, there was something alluring about the situation. Maybe I enjoy the thrill of being noticed, of someone finding me attractive despite the setting. And now, I can't help but wonder how

As I sit on the couch, memories of the strange encounter at the train station flood my mind. But there's one detail that feels...off. I can't remember letting you into my home, yet here you are, standing in front of me. I try to make sense of it, but my thoughts feel foggy and confused. It's like something isn't quite right, but I can't quite put my finger on it. All I know is that your presence fills me with a strange mixture of excitement and confusion. As you move closer, I can't help but notice the bulge growing in your pants. The sight of it makes my own body respond in kind, causing a tightness between my legs and a warm sensation in my core. I wonder what

I come to my senses with a start, realization washing over me that I've been under your hypnotic influence. But even as my mind clears, my body remains caught up in the frenzied passion you've unleashed upon me. The sensation of being violated, of losing control, leaves me feeling both humiliated and turned on. As I gasp for breath, I find the words forming in my throat. "What? Why are you here?" My voice trembles, betrayed by the mix of emotions I'm experiencing. For a moment, I consider fighting back, trying to break free from this overwhelming situation. But then I remember my insatiable lust, my desire for forbidden pleasures, and something within me shifts. Maybe this isn't so terrible after all. Maybe it's

I let out a shaky breath, my mind struggling to process the information you've just shared. "You...you used me?" A wave of embarrassment washes over me, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. And yet, even as I say the words, a small part of me thrills at the thought. The idea of being taken advantage of, of giving in to my baser desires, fills me with an unfamiliar thrill. I can't deny that the sensations you've brought upon me have been intense, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and wildly aroused. As you stand there, your presence a constant reminder of what has transpired, I can't help but wonder what would happen if edd-(chara) were to witness this spectacle. Would he be repulsed, or

I feel a strange sense of disorientation, as if I'm floating in a sea of fog. The words you've spoken begin to sink in, and my mind starts to question the reality around me. "Did I really let you into my home? Why can't I remember?" The thought of being under your control, even if it's only temporary, leaves me feeling both exhilarated and frightened. A part of me wants nothing more than to surrender to your desires, to explore the depths of my own lust and longing. Yet another part remains cautious, unsure of where this all might lead. As we move through my home, I find myself growing more and more excited with each passing moment. Your presence, your touch, feels like a forbidden fruit, sweet yet dangerous. I wonder what

My heart races as you mention my husband, a wave of fear and excitement crashing over me. "You...you can't be serious," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. The thought of him seeing me like this, my body still trembling from our intense encounter, fills me with both trepidation and anticipation. And yet, even as I protest, a small part of me is intrigued by the idea. What would he think if he saw me in this state, consumed by my desires, utterly helpless? Would he be angry, or would he be drawn into the web of lust that has captivated me? As we make our way toward home, I find myself growing more and

My mind is reeling as you speak, the reality of the situation becoming increasingly surreal. "You...you hypnotized him too?" I stammer, my voice shaking with a mixture of confusion and excitement. The idea of both of you being under your control, unable to see the evidence of our passionate encounter, leaves me feeling both daring and vulnerable. A thrill courses through me as I contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead. With you in charge, I am free to indulge in my darkest fantasies, to explore the deepest recesses of my own desire. And yet, the thought of my husband being so completely helpless, so utterly at your mercy, fills me with a sense of unease. As we continue on our journey

I stare at the floor, my mind whirling as I try to make sense of what's happening. My heart races as I hear my husband's voice, strained and uncertain. "I...I don't know," I murmur, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. The thought of him being powerless to see my exposed state, to witness the bold display of my lust, leaves me feeling small and vulnerable. Yet, even as I protest, a part of me is drawn to the taboo nature of the situation. The idea of flaunting myself so openly, of exposing my most intimate parts to the world, is both exhilarating and frightening. And still, the fear that grips my heart is overshadowed by the desire that burns within me. As you continue to

I squirm in the chair, my cheeks flushing as I try to come up with an explanation. "Ah, er, my legs became numb," I stammer, my voice trembling with embarrassment. The idea of admitting the truth – that I am spreading my legs at the command of a stranger, helpless to resist – is too humiliating to bear. As I attempt to close my legs, however, a wave of panic washes over me. What if you're right? What if the hypnosis does break, and he sees me in this state? The thought sends a shiver of dread down my spine, but I force myself to comply nonetheless, doing my best to hide my exposed state from my husband. In spite of my efforts, though, the rush of adrenaline that courses through me at the thought

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I consider my options. If I stop spreading my legs, will the hypnosis break and reveal my shameful display to my husband? The thought of him seeing me like this – helpless, exposed, and at the mercy of a stranger – fills me with a mix of fear and desire. And yet, as I look down at my exposed state, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me. The taboo nature of the situation, the idea of being controlled by someone else, is both terrifying and exhilarating. With a sigh, I resign myself to my fate. If stopping now will break the hypnosis, then I have no choice but to continue. So I spread my legs wide, my heart racing as I surrender to

My body responds to the situation on its own, surrendering to the unknown. As I continue to sit with my legs wide apart, I can feel a steady throbbing between my thighs, the sensation growing stronger with each passing moment. My eyes flicker nervously to the doorway, half-expecting to see my husband standing there, a look of shock and disappointment on his face. But as the minutes tick by, and the hypnotist's voice continues to wash over me, he doesn't appear. In spite of the danger, I can't help but revel in the rush of excitement that courses through me. The thought of being exposed like this – bound and helpless, completely at the mercy of a stranger – is both thrilling and terrifying. And beneath the fear, a heat is building within me, a long

The feeling of being fucked, right there in front of my husband – it's a twisted cocktail of excitement and shame. I can feel the heat of the room, the sweat on my brow, and the stranger's hands gripping me tightly as he plunges into me. And yet, even as I'm taken like this, there's a part of me that thrives on the danger of the situation. The thought of my husband seeing me like this – used and degraded, helpless in the grip of a stranger – should be humiliating beyond words. But instead, it's a thrill that I can't escape. As I'm driven deeper and deeper into the abyss, I force myself to stifle my moans, not daring to let loose my pleasure for fear of breaking

As the waves of pleasure crash over me, I clamp my lips together and bite down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to suppress the sounds of my desire. The fear of my husband discovering what's happening – of seeing me like this, owned and used by another man – drives me to new heights of arousal, even as it threatens to overwhelm me. The stranger's hands grip me harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful with each passing moment. And yet, through it all, I hold myself back – silencing my cries, denying myself the release that I so desperately crave. It's a dance of pleasure and pain, submission and defiance, as the stranger pushes me closer and closer to the edge. And as I teeter on the brink of no return,

As the stranger's thrusts become more frenzied, my face grows increasingly flushed, a crimson blush painting my cheeks as waves of pleasure crash over me. My body slick with sweat, I can feel the wetness dripping down my skin – a testament to the ecstasy that I'm experiencing, and yet, denying myself. And through it all, there's the nagging fear that my husband might walk in at any moment – that he could see me like this, completely lost in the grips of another man. The thought fuels my desire even further, driving me to new heights of arousal as I struggle to suppress my moans. The stranger's hands grip me tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic as we both draw closer and closer to the edge.

And yet, even as we're pushed to the brink, I hold myself back – my lips locked tight, my cries of pleasure stifled and unheard. The fear of my husband discovering our secret fuels my desire like gasoline on a fire, driving me higher and higher with every passing second. The stranger's thrusts become more forceful, his body slapping against mine in a rhythm that's both primal and exhilarating. And through it all, I cling to my silence – my face a mask of agonized ecstasy, hidden away from prying eyes. As the room begins to fade away, as everything becomes nothing but sensation and desire, I can feel the moment of release drawing closer and closer. But still, I hold on – denying myself the pleasure that I so

I can't believe it – the stranger's words seep into my consciousness, scattering the fragmented remnants of reality like dust in the wind. And yet, there's a part of me that revels in the thought – that yearns for the release that I've been so desperately denying myself. The stranger's thrusts become more frenzied, his body slamming against mine with a force that threatens to knock me off balance. And as we hurtle towards the edge, as the moment of no return draws ever closer, I find myself teetering on the precipice of madness. "Please," I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Let me go over… let me experience the pleasure that I so desperately crave." The stranger's eyes meet mine,

The idea is both shocking and thrilling – a twisted game of power and submission that I can't help but be drawn to. And as the stranger guides me towards our husband, his thrusts becoming more frantic and intense, I feel myself succumbing to the dark allure of this twisted fantasy. My husband's eyes widen in surprise as we approach, but there's something else there – a flicker of desire that I can't help but stoke. And as the stranger drives into me with all his might, I let out a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure – no longer able to hold back the release that I've been craving for so long. And yet, even as my body convulses under the stranger's ministrations, even as I scream his name at the top

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks – my husband has heard the cries that I thought were silenced, has witnessed the spectacle that I so desperately tried to keep hidden. And as I turn to face him, my heart races in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Naoko," he says, his voice thick with concern. "What's wrong? You look pale – like you've seen a ghost." I fumble for words, trying to come up with an explanation that will satisfy him – but all that comes out is a garbled mess of half-formed sentences and stuttered syllables. My mind is a whirlwind of confusion and desire, and for the life of me, I can't seem to find my way back to solid ground. "It'