Hypnosis: Can pure love bloom with a stunning mom

But I hesitated to perform the action to wake her from the hypnosis, fearing it might backfire.

For now, I’ll just end the situation here…

"Now that we’re done in this room, let’s go back to the table and finish our coffee. After finishing the coffee, you’ll wake up from the hypnosis in one minute."

Mom slowly crawled off the bed, then stumbled out of the room and into the living room.

Wow, what a tough day.

Of all things, Mom woke up from the hypnosis!

Is it because she’s so sensitive?

Or maybe she got so sexually aroused that her brain activity became too intense for the hypnosis to work…

Still, the silver lining is that I found out she woke up because her mind reading activated, so I could at least handle it this way…

But was this the right way to handle it…?

Forget dinner or anything else—I’m not going out today.

I’m also avoiding seeing Mom’s face.

Ah~ I need to figure out how to get past this. What a mess!

I can’t believe I did something so crazy to my own mother, the woman I love!

I’m already feeling this way, so how embarrassed must Mom be?

She was fully conscious while I thrust the dildo into her and made her climax…

As usual, the kitchen is bustling from the morning.

Mom’s clearly preparing for work and making breakfast for me and my sister.

After what happened with Mom yesterday, I stayed holed up in my room all day, so I haven’t seen her face until this morning.

Today’s a busy day for me too—I have lectures and a part-time job. My sister will probably come out to the living room soon to eat breakfast before heading to work.

But how am I supposed to face Mom now?

Even now, I can’t believe what happened.

That damn hypnosis app! No wonder it worked so well.

The only saving grace is that Mom’s pretending nothing happened, and I’m so grateful for that.

Both Mom and I managed to awkwardly avoid the situation, but…

Wait, no… We didn’t avoid it—we’re just pretending it didn’t happen…

Meanwhile, Mom climaxed twice while I thrust the dildo into her…?

I’m pretty sure it was twice.

Mom has no idea I can read her thoughts.

Plus, I can peek into her status window…

Oh! That reminds me—I’m curious about that too!

This status window addiction!

Even in the middle of all this, I’m dying to check Mom’s status window.

Anyway, Mom doesn’t seem to hold any ill will toward me, so I should think positively.

If we both pretend nothing happened, neither of us will bring it up.

The priority should be maintaining a natural relationship as if nothing happened.

For now, I stepped out into the living room wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, just like yesterday.

"Mom, are you already preparing breakfast?"

"Of course. You and Mia? Noah, you need to eat breakfast. Why are you up so early?"

"I went to bed early yesterday because I was tired, so I woke up early."

The package box my sister left by the entrance is gone.

"Looks like my sister took the package box to her room. Did she come home late last night?"

"Probably. I went to bed early too. Since you’re up, you should eat breakfast."

Mom asks casually.

Her gaze isn’t directly on me, but contrary to my worries, the conversation flows naturally.

Still, this is something!

The fact that Mom’s acting so naturally…

"Mom, have you eaten breakfast yet?"

I try to keep my composure and ask naturally.

"Not yet."

"Then should we eat together?"

"I have to leave early today, so you two should eat."

"Then, are you skipping breakfast?"

"Don’t worry about me. I’ll grab something simple at work. There’s toast, and I can have it with my morning coffee."

Mom’s still in the kitchen, cooking stir-fried potatoes in a frying pan.

This is my chance! I’m so curious about Mom’s status window.

Since it’s morning, the stats should have calmed down…

After checking the status window a few times, I get a rough idea.

I sit on the living room couch, turn on the TV, and focus on Mom’s plump butt while calling up the status window in my mind.

'Status window, open!'

Wow! The status window opens right away.

Maybe I’ve gotten the hang of it after calling it up a few times, but the fluorescent green text appears surprisingly easily.

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[Rape Experience: 1 time]

[Pregnancy Possibility: 16%]

[Sexual Satisfaction: 46%]

[Weekly Frequency: 3]

[Uterine Receptivity: 36%]

[Favorability: 38%]

*10% is the default value

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Wow! What’s going on? My favorability… It was 20% yesterday at the theater, but now it’s 38%! That’s almost double!!!

Wow~ I can’t believe it! I was worried my favorability would drop after what happened yesterday, but it actually doubled!

What’s going on here?!

Could it be that my favorability skyrocketed because of what happened yesterday?

This is so unexpected. I’m so happy!

Yesterday, I was so scared I couldn’t even step out into the living room properly and practically starved in my room…

Damn! Did my favorability go up because I worked her pussy hard with the dildo and made her climax?!

I can’t believe it even after seeing the stats!!!

Mom really thinks highly of me??? I’m so grateful!

Suddenly, my confidence is soaring.

I guess satisfying a woman’s pussy really boosts her favorability!

All the sweet talk, buying her treats, and taking her to movies barely moved the needle, but thrusting a dildo into her pussy yesterday doubled it!

If I do it again, will it double once more? Women really are unpredictable creatures!

That’s why Mom was so calm and natural when responding to me this morning!

At least we’ve gotten past the crisis!

Come to think of it, her uterine receptivity is at 36%.

Yesterday at the theater, after she masturbated, it was around 31%… Even though it’s morning, the stat has increased.

Mom’s pussy must still be slightly aroused.

She’s definitely a quick-cumming pussy that loves sex!

It feels like she’s always craving sex~

Wait, even though she has regular sex with Dad on weekends, her uterine receptivity doesn’t drop—she must be struggling every day!

Looking at her sexual satisfaction stat, it seems like sex with Dad isn’t satisfying her!

Seeing her increased uterine receptivity makes me even more tempted.

I want to stimulate Mom sexually even more—is there a way?!

Today’s busy with lectures and work, so I’m even more impatient.

I don’t want Mom to be taken by another man! I hate the thought of Dad touching and having sex with her when he comes home!

Before Dad comes this weekend, I want to increase my favorability with Mom even a little…

"Mom, that should be enough. You need to get ready for work too!"

I politely add the formal "yo" to my words…

"I’ve already showered, so I just need to get dressed."

"Wait! I have to go to school today, so I’ll eat quickly and leave with you. Can you drop me off at the subway station?"

"Uh… the subway station? Well… I can take you there. As long as you’re ready on time…"

Mom’s voice trembled slightly.

She seemed tense, probably guessing my intention to hitch a ride with her.

Well, even if we’re pretending nothing happened, it’s not something easily forgotten. I feel the same way.

"Got it. I’ll eat quickly and get ready so we can leave together."

"Alright. I’ll get ready for work too. The side dishes are all done, so just heat up the stew and eat quickly."

Mom avoids eye contact with me and heads back to her room.

Yesterday, she was wearing a slip in broad daylight, but this morning, she’s wearing a long skirt and a dark-colored shirt that doesn’t show through.

It’s like she’s trying to completely shield herself from me.

It’s a bit concerning…

Mom’s definitely conscious of my gaze.

Even though she spoke naturally, she hesitated a bit, and her voice faltered at times…

It’ll probably get better in a few days.

I quickly ate the stir-fried potatoes and stew, then got ready in blue jeans and a gray shirt.

As I sat on the living room couch waiting, Mom came out of her room.

Today, for some reason, she’s wearing gray suit pants, a white blouse, and a thin jacket in the same blue as the pants.

What’s this? I was expecting a two-piece skirt, but she’s wearing pants instead.

I’m so disappointed. This shows how determined Mom is to shield herself from me.

It’s going to get tougher from here…

Mom’s being so stubborn!

I’m just grateful she didn’t blow up at me, but this is really frustrating!

Well, it’s my fault for causing this, so I’ll just have to accept it.

Mom grabbed her car keys and placed her shoes by the entrance.

I went to her side and slipped my hand under her armpit to help her balance.

"I’m fine. I can do this myself."

Mom stood firmly without leaning on me and put on her heels.

Ah~ Damn! She’s being polite but acting so cold.

Still, I’ll just keep showing affection naturally…

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened.

Like yesterday, I held Mom’s arm and guided her inside.

Once inside, Mom stood firmly facing the elevator doors.

I stood to her left and slipped my right arm under her armpit.

Mom didn’t push my hand away.

But unlike yesterday, she didn’t lean into me at all.

It’s a bit awkward, but… she’s my Mom, so I’ll do as I please!

As we walked to the car in the underground parking lot, I kept my arm linked with hers and stayed close.

I opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.

Mom plopped into the driver’s seat and reached for the seatbelt, twisting her body toward me to clip it in.

"Let me do it."

I grabbed Mom’s seatbelt and clicked it into place.

The rich, fragrant scent of her makeup tickled my nose.

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