Olivia wanted the cock, but wanting it and actually crossing that final, forbidden line with her own son were two entirely different things. She still couldn't bring herself to do it. 

Still, the thought alone was enough to arouse her, and Herman, who was stroking her breasts, immediately felt her nipple harden. 

He knew the hypnosis was working, melting her resistance from the inside, so he gently ran his fingers across the nipple, and his mother's body trembled slightly.

And yet, she kept stroking his massive cock as if she were completely oblivious to his roaming hand. 

It was an act, and her body exposed it as her pretty face flushed red, her eyes were filled with desire, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing became a little heavy.

The pleasure flooding her long-neglected body was overwhelming, and it stole the words of refusal from her lips and made her too afraid to meet her son's burning eyes. 

Noticing it all, Herman sneered inwardly. 

'Since you are allowing me to touch your breasts, don't blame me for what happens next, my dear mother.'

With that, his actions grew bolder, and he even began to knead her breasts openly.

The pleasure was so intense that it made Olivia's legs feel weak.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, slumped on the floor, rested her left hand on her son's strong thigh, and said in a slightly embarrassed and annoyed voice,

"Herman, why aren't you cumming yet? My hand is getting tired."

Upon hearing his mother's words, Herman, back in character, replied apologetically. 

"I... I don't know either. Is there something wrong with how it happens the first time?"

"This... Mom doesn't know either," Olivia murmured in a sweet, alluring low voice. "I only know that your father isn't usually like this."

"Does Dad always last a short time? Even less than ten minutes?" 

Although Herman acted innocently, for some reason, Olivia felt he was mocking her husband.

She wanted to say something at that moment, but all that escaped her mouth was a sharp groan as Herman deliberately pinched her nipple with his fingers.

The charming moan made Herman's cock tremble.

Luckily, he knew of a trick from his experience to control his ejaculation with his lower abdominal muscles, or else he might have actually ejaculated on the spot. 

But this brief moment gave Olivia time to catch her breath, and she playfully slapped Herman's thigh, looked down at the penis in her hand, and said in a trembling voice.

"Just a few minutes, after all, he's old, not like a young man."

That was another lie because she hadn't had any physical contact with him for years. 

Nonetheless, it still gave Herman something to take advantage of.

"Mom, you weren't satisfied with that, were you? Ah, I really envy Dad for having married such a beautiful and virtuous wife like you."

"No way, I am all old and haggard now," she laughed it off, though the pleased flush on her cheeks gave her away. "I just hope you will grow up and become successful soon. I have no complaints." 

What woman doesn't like praise? Even from her own son. 

Olivia, with her hand wrapped around his magnificent cock, had already accepted the truth in her heart: her son was a man now, a man with a bigger, harder cock than most she could imagine.

"No, Mom is the best and most beautiful woman in the world," Herman declared in a deep, affectionate voice. "You don't look old at all. I love you so much, Mom, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"Pfft!" Olivia let out a shy laugh, rolling her eyes at her son. "Alright, I know you love your mother, my good son, so stop talking and hurry up and shoot, my hand is so sore."

"Okay, Mom, push harder, I feel like I'm about to pee." As he spoke, he no longer hesitated to pinch his mother's hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger and rub it gently. 

The direct stimulation to her sensitive nipple made Olivia let out a muffled groan, and her whole body trembled. 

Her breathing became rapid, her vaginal fluids overflowed, soaking her thin cotton panties, and her right hand that gripped his large penis became weak. 

Unable to ignore her son's little antics any longer, Olivia quickly intervened.

"No... Herman, don't touch Mommy there, Mommy doesn't have the strength anymore, um...!"

Seeing his mother's weak appearance, Herman quickly took the opportunity to get up, supporting her armpits and helping her to her feet. 

Then, in one smooth motion, he bent down and lifted her into a princess carry. 

"Ah! Herman, what are you doing?"

He carried her to the bed and laid her down. 

"Mom, can you help me on the bed? The floor is cold."

Olivia struggled to sit up, embarrassed, as the hem of her nightgown slipped down to her hips due to her movement.

But before she could smooth it down, Herman slipped into bed beside her, rested his head on her bare, fair thighs, and pulled his mother's right hand to his erect penis. 

"Mom, help me, I'm about to cum."

It was a hypnotic suggestion wrapped in an innocent request.

Olivia glanced at her son with a hint of helplessness, then bent down slightly and grabbed his large penis, stroking it, causing her hands to get sticky with his pre-cum that leaked out.

Seeing the glistening cock under the light, her breathing became increasingly rapid.

Meanwhile, Herman rubbed his face against her fair thigh comfortably and raised both hands to touch her breasts. 

Even through her clothes, the two protruding nipples were clearly visible. 

"Hmm... Son, don't touch me like that. I'm your mother. You can't touch me like that." 

Olivia reached out to stop her son's mischievous hands, but her protest was pathetically weak and her hands lacked both strength and conviction to push back her son's hand.

"Mom, you're touching me so gently, I want to make you feel good too. Can't I?" 

He didn't wait for an answer, his hands simply became more demanding as he began to knead her breasts, his fingers finding her sensitive nipples and pinching them, rolling the hard buds between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Mmm... Mommy doesn't... feel uncomfortable. Don't pinch there. You can't pinch there. Oh..." 

Olivia's body went limp, and she kept humming sweetly. Her legs twisted involuntarily with her toes curling and uncurling as she tried her best to endure the itching in her pussy. 

Seeing his mother panting heavily and her face flushed with desire, Herman's own lust boiled over. He continued to maul her soft tits with both hands. 

"Mom, can I see your breasts? Please?" 

"No!" she scolded, though her voice lacked any real heat. She gave his hard cock a mischievous squeeze, panting as she spoke. "How old are you? Aren't you ashamed?" 

"Please, Mom, just let me see!" Herman begged, wriggling against her. "I saw it in the bathroom once, and you breastfed me when I was a baby. Please, let me see them again." 

As he spoke, he reinforced the suggestions he'd already planted in her mind and increased her lust.

Watching her strong, handsome son acting like a spoiled boy, Olivia was both amused and annoyed. 

She gave his hand a playful slap. With a blush, she said flirtatiously,

"You know that was different, that was when you were a baby… Alright, son, be good. Mom has already crossed the line. Don't make things difficult for Mom." 

Frustrated but not defeated, Herman continued to knead the breasts, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. 

So he raised his head, opened his mouth, and put the nipple, which was clearly erect even through the cotton pajamas, into his mouth. 

Once he had the nipple in his mouth, he began to suck hard, with his tongue swirling around the peak.

"Hmm... no," Olivia moaned, and her hands reached out to push his head away, but there was no strength in them, only weakness that betrayed her body's true desires. 

"Mommy, is it comfortable?" 

Herman asked in a voice muffled by her flesh as he gently nipped her nipple with his teeth. 

"Are you a dog? Don't bite." 

Attacked on the sensitive spot, Olivia weakly gripped the large penis in her hand, her eyes half-closed, lost in a haze of pleasure. 

"Mom, can you show me your breasts now?" he asked again on the outside, while on the inside, he had already used hypnosis, making her mind numb with lust. 

"Huff… Huff… Huff…"

When she didn't answer, and her only response was a series of ragged breaths, he naturally took it as a yes. 

He continued to suckle and bite her nipple while his other hand snaked down, searching for the hem of her nightgown trapped beneath her buttocks. 

After a moment of struggling, he finally freed it. 

Seeing no protest from his mother, he sat up, grabbed both sides of the gown and then, in one smooth motion he pulled it up over her head. 

"Wow!"