Chapter 9

I pressed harder with my palm, circling her nipple with my fingers. Gripping her whole breast and lifting it slightly— Squeeze~~ ♡♥ I tightened my grip even more. Squeeeeze~~ Squeeeeze~~ ♡♥ Soft~~ Squish~~ Jiggle~~ ♥♥ The flesh gave way under my fingers, sinking in—squish ♡—depending on how hard I pressed. This is unreal! Mom’s breast—so soft yet heavy! Dad gets to grab and suck these bouncy things whenever he wants... Kissing her, shoving his tongue in her mouth, Then pounding her down there ♥—finishing five times! Crap, this sucks! Mom’s too good for him! Thinking of Dad made me mad, and I squeezed her breast harder without thinking. Gasp! Even I was shocked—her breast squashed completely, the heavy flesh crumpling ♡♥. Then, without meaning to, I pressed my thumb on her nipple mark— Right to left—swipe ♥—then left to right—swoosh ♡♥— Wow! Her nipple popped up clear as day through the tank top! Her neck’s all red now—her cleavage too ♥♥♥! Her head’s down, hair swaying with a big sigh. This is happening! I’m touching-no—, grabbing Mom’s breast! I’m blown away!!! This feeling—I’ll never forget it! "I ache to slip my hand between those curves, tracing every inch with hungry desire, but hesitation holds me just beyond reach." Oh man, I wanna suck her nipple too... I kneaded it again—squish~~ squish~~ ♥♥♥—then let go. Phew! My heart’s pounding—boom! Bang! Boom! Bang!—head spinning. Breathing hard, calming down—huff— Mom’s ears are bright red, too. She can feel this... even under hypnosis! Insane! I don’t wanna snap her out of it yet. How’s her down-there doing? I’m dying to know!!! Is it all wet and messy like last time with the plums? I know it’s wrong—crazy—but I need to check! Oh, cucumber! I spotted a sliced cucumber on the table and got an idea. The slices are too small, but there’s gotta be more in the fridge! I jumped up, opened the fridge, and found two cucumbers in the veggie drawer. I grabbed one—bigger than I thought, and cold... I rushed to the sink, ran hot water, and rubbed it fast. The chill faded a bit. I snapped it in half, cracked it, and put it on a plate. Perfect size! The smooth end’s slightly curved... If it goes all the way in, the cut part might catch and not slip out! It’s still a little cold, but good enough. Will Mom put this in her... down there? First, the panties—ugh, tougher than last time. Dad’s here, Mia’s here, and Mom’s at the table... I half-stood, whispering in her ear, "It’s hot today—take off your panties." She moved her hand toward her skirt, then stopped. What?! Is she not wearing any?! Should I just ask? Will she answer? Never tried this before. Worried Dad or Mia might hear, I whispered, "Are you not wearing panties?" Thump, thump— She paused, then nodded. Even at home... really, no panties?! And she answers questions, too! That works! Crazy—but lucky. Wait—was she bare because Dad’s coming today? Was she waiting for him like this? Should I ask that too? "Did you skip panties on purpose ’cause Dad’s coming?" After a moment, she nodded again. Geez, crap! There’s a reason! Mom’s this kind of woman?! Or maybe it’s normal? Over 20 years married, and she’s still going panty-free for Dad on weekends? Because they’re apart all week? This is ticking me off in every way! Screw it! I grabbed the half-cucumber from the plate and gave her a command: "There’s leftover cucumber—put the smooth end in your pussy." Not in her mouth like last time, right? She nodded, took it, and lowered her hand. She’s following perfectly —round moment! She spread her knees, carefully sliding it in. She’s done this before—she’s too smooth at it! Her arm went deep under her skirt, brows furrowing as she grunted—ugh, ugh ♥♥. "It’s long, so push it in." Her thighs opened wide, skirt riding up, and I could feel it—the cucumber sinking deep! Maybe it’s our blood connection, but I felt her grip and hip movements like they were mine. Her face turned redder ♥—lips parting, head tilting back with a long sigh. Just like with the plums last time! Panting ♥♥♥ with a cucumber down there— Is this all women, or just Mom? Her flushed face alone is driving me wild, hard as a rock! "All in now—put both hands on the table." She pulled her hands out from under her skirt and set them on the table. Phew—perfect! I wanna make her touch herself with it, but with things as they are, just feeling this thrill is enough. Huff—I let out a long breath, too. "Mom, you’re so pretty—look at me." Her head tilted back, and her dazed ♥♥ eyes met mine. Her heated face~♥ Down there’s probably wide open and pulsing ♥♥♥ right now! Her whole face red as a tomato... ♥ Then— A door opened! Crap, oh no! It’s Dad! "Hey, I called you—why no answer?!" His whiny voice! He must’ve called her from the room—I was too zoned out to hear! "Get me some water!" Big trouble! Gotta wake Mom up! "I-I’ll get it!" I shoved my chair back—screech—and snapped my fingers by her ear— Snap! Snap! Please wake up! I grabbed a cup, hit the water purifier button— "Here, Dad!" "Geez, getting water’s a hassle," he grumbled, taking it and heading back. "Come on, what’re you doing out there?!" Ugh, it just keeps piling up! "Mom... Dad’s calling you to the room." I checked her—she didn’t look fully awake. Dad wasn’t back in yet, so I snapped again at her ear. "What’re you doing to her?!" Dad barked, hearing it. "Nothing big!" "Wh-who... c-called me?" Mom lifted her head slowly, asking. She’s awake—finally! "He’s saying, get to the room already!" "Oh... okay, I’m going." She started to stand, then sat back down slowly. Oh no! She noticed the cucumber down there! Her face changed a bit—total panic! What do I do?! Can’t fix this—gotta bolt! "Mom, I’m heading to my room!" I rushed off, pretending to shut my door, then peeked through the crack—Mom’s still at the table, looking lost. She must be freaking out! I messed up big—crazy me, doing this with Dad and Mia around! A cucumber stuck down there—she’s gotta think it’s weird... She’s sitting there, dazed, unsure of what to do. I figured she’d go to the bathroom in their room to take it out, but no. Wait—is she doing something weird with it?! Fair guess... But then she stood and shuffled to their room. No way she’s so turned on she’s begging Dad to take her, right?! I screwed up for nothing—so annoyed! Just in case, I crept out, tiptoeing to their door. I pressed my ear to the crack— Nothing loud, even straining to hear. Guess I watch too much adult stuff... sigh. I turned to leave— Gasp! A sound! I perked up, ear back to the crack— Mom’s mumbling to Dad, then— Her moaning slipped out—ahh, ahh♥♥— That same sound from when she had the plum down there, pleasuring herself! Her moans got longer, higher! Crap! I just handed Dad a win! I stormed to my room, grabbed my phone— As expected, a blinking alert. I swiped down—hypnosis app message: ________________________________________ [Hypnosis stopped due to excessive brain activity from the target.] [No points earned due to hypnosis interruption.] What the heck?! Hypnosis stopped?! When?! I’m losing it! The alert’s time—just minutes ago. But these notifications lag sometimes—when did it stop?! Did she fake it after? Or was it so late that I didn’t notice?! This is driving me nuts! No way she kept going after it stopped— Geez, I’m shaking!