Luna and Feliciana Ch. 02

Chapter 2

Luna and Feliciana arose at about 9:30 the next day, seeing no need to make up early when they didn't have much planned. This time Luna prepared breakfast, getting out the waffle maker, the batter, and some blueberries. Seeing her daughter's work, Feliciana made her way into the small study, thumbing her way through shelves of books before settling on one she'd been meaning to read for a while. She started it as Luna plated the food, when Grant stepped out into the living room once more, yawning a little. There was something in his pocket, but Luna could only make out the vague shape. He walked over to the couch like usual.

"Hey," she said, in her usual detached, cute tone. Her mother released a similar outward-sounding remark. He looked over to his sister and nodded. "Morning."

An air of sibling domesticity came over the room, with Luna slipping her brother a plate of breakfast, their mother otherwise engaged.

"Thank you," he told her.

"No problem." The response came quick and without lingering emotion. Their mother was beginning to become enraptured in her book, which was a ritual she loved to go over in her time off school. She could be disturbed, and without complaint, but no one wanted to go about doing that now. Luna got to her breakfast, eating slower than her brother, as usual. She set her fork down for a second and announced "I'm going to hang with Steph today," before going back to eating.

He looked over to her, raising a brow at her announcement before the silence settled over them again. Their mother absentmindedly responded. "Doesn't she live far away?"

Luna ate a bit before answering. "Yeah, she's like an hour away. I'm gonna head out at like 2 and be back by like 7." Her mother chirped up with "Alright, that's fine. Have a good time," before returning to her book. She looked up to her family eating her food, smiling a little to herself at the meal's success. Looking over to her brother for a second, she scooted over next to him. His surprise was evident, but there was something she wanted to ask him. He could tell from the look on her face - sibling instincts.

"Is something the matter?"

She blinked, looking her brother in the eyes and setting down her food. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering...what'd you, um, get from hypnotizing me? What did it teach you?"

He nodded a bit. "Hm...it helped me get a feel for the induction, how someone acts while under...though, Mom will help me see the differences from person to person."

Their mother acknowledged someone was talking about her, her breath hitching slightly, but nothing further. Luna nodded, looking away from her brother's face. "Nice, I'm glad."

He gave a controlled smile. "Thank you again for helping me out."

Luna immediately responded, not taking much time to process what she was saying. "Yeah, any time." Once the words were out of her mouth, the depth of what she'd said sank in, but she hesitated to take them back. Her brother chuckled a little, making her a little embarrassed, but she returned to her food. Eventually, he finished his food, washing his dishes in the sink and heading back to the couch. She did the same a little bit after, seeing him look towards their mother. She didn't say anything about it.

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Several hours later, Grant was reading on the couch. Luna had been out on the road for about 30 minutes. He was studying eye fixation, a method of hypnosis in which a specific object is used to bring someone into trance. After some looking around, he settled on a spare amethyst necklace he found lying around to test it out, a large centerpiece hanging in the middle of it. It was probably his mother's. It felt amazing, seeing his sister hypnotized. Her vacant, empty expression, the soft way words slid out of her mouth...he had to know how his mother would look under his power.

Suddenly, the door to his mother's room opened. His brows arched as he turned over to look at her, stretching her arms. She'd just gotten up from a nap. "Oh, Mom."

She looked over, ribbing him a little bit as she yawned. "Oh, Grant."

"Um...are you busy? I was wondering if we could try that hypnosis, like we talked about." His mother rubbed sleep out of her eyes and moved to sit down across from him on the couch. "Sure," she replied somewhat curtly. He nodded, shifting a little forward.

"Alright, well...get comfortable, and tell me when you're ready."

After scooting around a bit, breathing deeply for a few seconds, she looked prepared. "I'm ready."

He nodded, slowly taking out the necklace, holding it by the chain and holding it in front of his mother's gaze. He let the charm dangle. "Okay then, I'd like for you to focus your gaze right on the necklace here."

There was a brief pause as she eyed the necklace. She let out a mumbled agreement after she'd gotten used to its form and presence.

He was nervous, but he didn't project any of it. "Good...just focus your eyes as you keep relaxing, taking deep breaths in...and slow breaths out...focusing right on the necklace as you listen to my voice..." She nodded, and her deep breaths got slower with each repetition.

"That's right...take deep, slow breaths exactly like that...and just follow the necklace," he spoke softly. He began to let the charm swing from left to right a little. A soft hum exited his mother's lips as her eyes traced the path of the necklace's centerpiece, her breath slow and steady. He continued to swing the necklace across her eyes, seeing how they tracked it so diligently.

"...I'd like for you to just focus on your breathing...the necklace...and my voice...breathe in all the relaxation...and let all your stresses and worries out..."

He trusted that she was doing as he asked, letting the necklace have all of her attention.

"Just keep your gaze on the necklace...not straying for a moment...let your mind only worry about focusing...listening...following..."

Feliciana, his mother, was focusing, and listening, and following. It was nice to be so in tune. It was so simple. He kept swinging the necklace from left to right, seeing fatigue begin to come to her eyes, and by extension, her mind. "Yes...just keep following...because following is so easy to do...your body does it automatically...so stress free...to follow what I say...so close to utter bliss..."

Her face contorted a little, and his brows arched a bit in response. Still, he pressed on. "Just listen to what I say...let me lead you down into nice...warm...relaxation..." He cooed to her. It was so warm. It was so wonderful.

"So relaxed...so tranquil...this is the kind of feeling that you can just allow yourself to sink into, isn't it, Mom?" He asked softly, continuing to swing the necklace in front of her.

She took a deep breath. "Yes..." Her voice was firm, unwavering, and above all, happy. He was surprised at how steady it was, especially compared to his sister. Still, she was close to falling, and all he had to do was give her a push. "That's right. You're so ready to sink into this nice, gentle trance, aren't you?"

"I'm...ready." She was calm. He smiled.

"That's it...keep following the necklace, following deeper..." She waited, patient and eager, her eyes obediently moving with the necklace. "...and deeper..." It was going to be so relaxing. She felt her entire body sink into the couch, into the necklace. It was so...

He dropped the necklace, catching it in his other hand. "Drop."

And she dropped.

Her head lolled forward onto her sizable chest, her eyes closing quickly. He let her remain still for a moment before reaching over to set a hand onto her shoulder, and examining her body. He sighed, looking back up to her dark hair and giving his first command.

"Okay, Mom...sit up, and open your eyes, staying deep in trance."

Her head reached up, her eyes slowly revealed to him. Her glazed, vacant look was now familiar to him - it was the same as his sister's. He was glad. Glad his hypnosis had worked, glad his mother was now within his control, and above all glad she couldn't see him very clearly as he looked down to her breasts. She'd always been well-endowed, and her pretty face and cute accent only cemented his attraction. She was so affectionate, so trusting, he couldn't wait to bring out the part of her that would dote on his every command as an obedient slut. His sister got most of her beauty from their mother, Feliciana's late husband only really contributing to her son's facial structure. It took all of his willpower not to keep staring at his mother's bust, not to reach out and fondle her. That would come in due time. For now, he had to mold her. He looked back into her empty eyes.

"...How do you feel?"

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Feliciana paused for a moment at her son's question, figuring out how to possibly give an answer when she felt so relaxed, and so at ease. Finally, she settled on "Good." Her voice was self-assured.

Her son nodded. "Yes...you feel so relaxed and nice right now, don't you?"

She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation, not giving too much away as she breathed. "Yes...relaxed."

"Do you like feeling this way, Mom?" She did. So much.

"Yes..."

"You like how it feels to be hypnotized, don't you?" He led her to her perfect answer.

"Yes. I like how it feels to be hypnotized." There was less than no argument from her, the connection between his hypnosis and her enjoyment thoroughly etched into her mind.

He seemed surprised at how quickly she accepted it, but of course she would. She had no worries about what her son would do. He shuffled in his seat, looking at her. "Would you want to feel this relaxation again?"

"...yes, when I want to." This was her first stipulation. Her son arched his brows.

"When would you want to?" Her thick brows moved alongside his.

"When I have a bad day, or I need to relax..." That sounded perfect.

"But you like the feeling of being hypnotized, don't you?"

"Yes." She said it, but she wasn't sure why he was asking. She obviously did.

"You want to be hypnotized, then?"

There it was, there was the real point. He looked curiously at her as she paused, before stumbling upon an accurate answer. "...I'm not sure."

"You want to feel this relaxation, right?"

"Yes." Again, the questioning tone as he prompted her.

"And to feel this relaxation, you were hypnotized, right?"

For the first time, she felt her mind at work. "Yes." Not grueling work, but work nonetheless. Grant nodded, moving his hand.

"So to feel this relaxation, you want to be hypnotized by me..."

"I want to be hypnotized."

"Yes, you want to be hypnotized by me, is that right, Mom?" His tone was soft, earnest.

"I want to be hypnotized..." She hesitated, but eventually came to it. "...by you."

"You want to be hypnotized by me, and feel this relaxation, because being hypnotized by me feels so nice, doesn't it?"

She hesitated for a moment, but not too terribly long as the words followed. "I want to be hypnotized by you because being hypnotized by you feels nice." Monotone and still. Her son smiled in satisfaction.

"Good...would you say yes if I asked if I could hypnotize you?"

She responded quickly, her mind still intact enough to go through the possibilities quickly. "Probably."

"Only probably? When are times you would not accept?"

She relaxed further. "If I was doing something else."

He tilted his head a little. "Such as...?" She took a moment to think of an example, settling on the most banal one.

"If I was working, and you wanted to hypnotize me, I would say no." Seemed simple enough.

"Any other time, and you would agree?" He nodded.

"If it was in front of someone else, I would say no." She was thinking of more and more situations where she wouldn't as they arose from her mind.

"And...any other time?"

"If I didn't want you to hypnotize me, and you wanted to hypnotize me, I would say no." He squinted.

"Why would you not want me to?" She had her reasons, but they were...uncomfortable. She blushed a little, and hesitated. Silence brewed between them.

"...Mom?"

She opened her mouth, preparing to answer, but instead the blush only intensified. Her hangups were harming her. Her son's brows narrowed. He looked almost suspicious of her.

"Mom...why won't you answer?"

As if she was admitting a secret, she whispered "It's embarrassing..."

He gave a short breath. "How so?"

"It's about you..." He stared at her, dismissing her reaction.

"What's embarrassing about that?"

Finally, Feliciana, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, confessed. "I wouldn't let you hypnotize me if you were..." Her tone was firm, but nonplussed. "...turgid." She forced the last word from her lips. Her son tilted his head in confusion.

"Turgid?"

She wanted to put her head in her hands, but she didn't have the mental capacity, emotional leeway, or control of her own body for it right now. "Turgid."

He looked to either side. "What do you mean by turgid, Mom?"

She took a deep sigh, before finally getting at it, her face painted with shame. "...turgid means...erect." He blinked, his brows arching in realization.

"Um...why wouldn't you want me to hypnotize you if I were...turgid?"

"It would be uncomfortable." Her tone was more forceful than before, as if trance was losing its grip over her. He noticed, so he planned ahead, as well as making a general note not to be hard around his mother. That might have been a given though.

"Okay. Any other time, then?"

As much as she wracked her brain to come up with some exception, she couldn't see any that she could defend. "Any...other...time..." Her trance was beginning to weaken. He nodded.

"So most of the time, you'll accept being hypnotized by me, right?"

"Most of the time...I'll accept...being hypnotized...by you." Her words were deliberate and quiet.

"You'll accept being hypnotized by me because you _want_ to be hypnotized by me."

She only nodded, somewhat uncertain, but he knew how to bring her back. How to convince her of her place.

"Good...then whenever I show you this necklace," he brought said necklace up for her to see, "you'll be completely enraptured by it...and you'll easily come back down into this trance...do you understand?"

Yesss. It was so pretty, so easy to get lost in. She was completely transfixed on it, and her trance deepened. "Back into trance..." He smiled, putting the necklace down again.

"That's right...so easily...isn't that right, Mom?"

She followed the necklace out of her sightline, so she was now looking down toward her son. "So easily..." She didn't notice anything strange about this, nor when he reached up to her chin and tilted it back up, making sure she would look him in the eye.

"Now, Mom, you know Luna and I are having hypnosis sessions as well, right?"

"Yes." A cautious tone emerged.

"While she and I are having a session, what would you do?"

She sighed. "Nothing I wouldn't...normally do."

"What would you normally do, then?" He seemed to be genuine. She took a moment to consider.

"If I heard or saw that you did something wrong, I would stop you," she responded.

His eyes narrowed. Hers were still empty and vacant. "Does that mean you'd watch us?"

"No. That wouldn't be fair. I would be in the next room over, listening."

He frowned a little, crossing his arms. "You'd be eavesdropping?"

Her face shifted a bit, almost imperceptibly. "...It's not eavesdropping...just being a good mother..." She wasn't going to do anything that wasn't in their best interest, she thought. That's what mothers are supposed to do. He rolled his eyes, presumably unimpressed by her justification.

"Even so, that would be eavesdropping, and that would violate your children's privacy, wouldn't it?"

She was slightly offended now. What did her son know about parenting, about balancing her children's privacy as they got older? She'd had to struggle with this herself, and here he came acting like he knew everything. It was rude. "I'm making sure you're both okay..."

He didn't budge. "I'm merely stating facts. After all, if you're listening in on someone without them knowing, what is that, Mom?"

There was probably a counterargument to be made, but she was in no shape to make it. Her addled brain couldn't do anything but follow the path preset for her. "...that's eavesdropping." It felt good.

"That's exactly right. Eavesdropping is usually impolite, is it not?"

"...impolite..." The words came out quietly, reinforcing the ideas in her mind. He continued on.

"Do you want to be impolite, Mom?"

No, of course not. She hated being rude, and she hated upsetting people. She'd been a natural people-pleaser for all her life. "No..."

He grinned a little. "So what would you call listening in on your children without them knowing?"

All the connections fell into place in Feliciana's mind, making it easy to come to a conclusion after almost no time at all. "Eavesdropping."

"That's right, Mom. And you know that's impolite. Do you want to be impolite?"

"...no...I don't want to be impolite..." Her voice was less firm, less intentional. She felt weaker, but not necessarily in a negative way.

"Right. So if eavesdropping on your children is impolite, would you want to do that?"

She took a sharp breath in, letting it out slowly, letting the space settle around her. "No."

"Your children deserve their privacy, right?" His referral of himself in the third person was lost on her. It helped convince her, as it distinguished between the person talking to her and the person who would hypnotize her daughter, despite those people being one in the same. He'd learned of that trick online.

"...yes..." She was somewhat uncertain.

"You wouldn't want to invade their privacy, would you?"

She loved his prompts. It made answering his questions so easy. "No..."

"So will you be spying on your children while they're doing something?"

"No." For sure.

He smiled, and she smiled back. "So if Luna and I were having a hypnosis session, what would you do?"

"I would...not listen in...I would let you hypnotize her privately..." Her voice was wispy and light.

"That's right. Good." He nodded, sitting back onto the couch. "And...you'll find that this relaxing feeling in trance, instead of eventually getting used to it, you find that this feeling only gets better and better the more I hypnotize you. Do you understand?"

She nodded enthusiastically. More relaxation wasn't something she was going to turn down.

"And the better it feels, the more you'll want to experience it."

"Yes..." The word slithered from her tongue.

"So the more and more that you'd want to be hypnotized, yes?"

She nodded as she spoke. "Yes, I'd want to be hypnotized more and more."

He smiled. "You'd want to be hypnotized _by me_ more and more." His clarification was soft, directing her words nicely. She had no reason to disagree.

"I'd want you to hypnotize me more and more." Her son was so great at this.

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Grant had accomplished more with his mother than he had with his sister, in half the time. She'd been mostly without argument, which made things a lot easier for him. Still, he had the time. He wanted to push further, and as his eyes wandered to her short-sleeved lavender tee and jeans, both tightly clinging to her assets, he knew where his efforts would be well spent.

"Do you like being looked at, Mom?"

She shook a little as she answered. "I don't dislike it."

That wasn't particularly helpful. "Hm...care to elaborate?" She seemed uncomfortable, but it was worth pressing on.

"I don't mind when people do it, but I don't like it, exactly."

He tilted his head curiously, genuinely interested in her reason, for equal parts genuine and aroused answers. "Why don't you like it?"

"It's rude...and objectifying."