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Written: 29 October 2018

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Uncle Jim

by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, m/f, Mind Control

I was really sad to hear that Uncle Jim had passed away suddenly, I was at school when I heard, one of the girls in my class at school got text messages from her mother and within minutes every girl in my class was in tears, the boys all went unusually quiet but they didn't cry, they were just sad. Jim wasn't actually a relative of any one of us but everyone in the area called him uncle. He was the man that had a smile and a sweetie for anyone, girl or boy, man or woman in the area, he seemed to have exactly the right words to sooth any upset and lighten any depression...we could sure do with Uncle Jim in class after we found out he'd passed.

I caught the bus home after school and spotted Jim's wife Betty waiting outside the village shop. Betty didn't seem to be as upset about her husband's passing as the girls in my class were. My house was to the right from the bus stop and the shop was five hundred yards to the left. I turned to the right and was about to set off towards home but stopped, my mother would ask me if I'd spoken to Betty and the fact that Betty was a fifteen minute walk out of my way wouldn't cut any mustard with my mum, she'd expect me to crawl over hot coals on my belly to make sure a neighbour was all right.

I did an about turn and I walked towards the shop, Betty was still standing outside the shop, she was looking at Mr Robinson, the shopkeeper, it looked like she was scowling at him.

I'd never called Betty aunty, her husband was Uncle Jim to everyone but she was just Betty, I didn't even know her last name.

"Hi Betty, I'm so sorry to hear about Uncle Jim...is there anything that I can do for you?"

Betty jolted; I'd brought her back into the village from wherever her head was.

"Oh hi Sarah...I think I might need your mother...is she home at the moment?"

Anyone asking for my mother's help either needed money or they needed help with a computer problem.

"Mum's over in Leicestershire at a History Group conference this afternoon...can I help in any way?"

"Do you know much about computers?"

"Not as much as my mum but then, I don't think anyone is wired in quite the same way that my mother...I can take a look at your computer for you if you like, if it's something simple I'll probably be able to fix it and if I can't, at least I can tell my mother what is wrong so she will be able to fix it quicker once she's home." Betty looked devastated, so much so that I was moved to place a comforting hand on her elbow...not something I would usually do to an elderly person.

Betty looked from my face and back to Mr Robinson again.

"Thank you Sarah but I think I need an older head to help me with my problem."

The thought flashed through my head, 'Cool, I've tried, no one can say that I haven't...' Shit, I turned back to Betty, I took a hold of her upper arm and eased her in the direction of her house, "Come on Betty, at least I can make you a cup of tea and wait with you until my mother gets home!"

Betty resisted at first but then she let he help her home. Although I'd known Betty and Uncle Jim all my life and I'd often chatted to the two of them in their front garden, at the park or in church but I'd never been in their house before.

I helped Betty into a comfortable chair in the living room and then went into her kitchen to make her a cup of tea. I was going to call out and ask her where she kept her tea cups but my left hand went straight to the wall cupboard to the left of the cooker and I found the cups and saucers. That was a fluke, it wasn't even as if the kettle was anywhere near to the cooker so how did I know where she kept her cups?

I took two cups down and placed them on a tray with her bowl of sugar and a bottle of milk, the sugar came from another cupboard that I seemed to know and the milk was in a fridge that was built in to one of the lower cabinets but how did I know which door hid the fridge? It was starting to unsettle me a little that I seemed to know so much about the layout of a kitchen I'd never been in before.

I took the tea into Betty and sat opposite her and waited for the tea to brew...or should that be mash...

"What about the problem with your computer Betty, if you don't want me to look at it you could at least tell me what the problem is, I might already have come across it before, I watch my mother fixing computers all the time, especially after I've done something stupid and broken it!"

"I just think you're a little too young to deal with my problem Sarah!"

"My dad says that all the time...mum says I should never limit myself by an imaginary barrier and not to turn away from a problem just because of my age."

Betty gave me a strange look, "I'm not sure if there is a problem with the computer, it was Jim's computer...I don't even know how to turn it on...I never went into Jim's den, not even to clean it...I still haven't been in it. it's a good thing that he was in the bedroom when he passed away, if he'd been in his den when he passed it might have been some time before I found him."

"So, how do you know that there is a problem with the computer then?"

"Something that Bill Robinson said. He told me that he'd better come round and pick up Jim's computer before someone discovered what was on the hard drive."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it Betty, my mum finds pornography on men's computers all the time, there's not much we haven't seen at home over the years!"

Betty looked shocked; "Your mother lets you see what she finds on people's computers?"

"I've been helping my mum with computers for years, it isn't that she lets me see, I just find stuff for myself. Most of the problems are caused by over loaded hard drives so someone has to go through the big files and see which one can be moved onto DVD's to make space on the hard drive so it will work again, it's a very time consuming job to go through video files or large photograph files on a slow computer."

Betty looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "And you don't mind seeing all that kind of stuff?"

"Like my mother says, it's just men's fantasies, no skin off of our noses!"

Betty seemed to relax and she drank her tea and I sipped at mine.

"Perhaps you could just take a look at my husband's PC, I might be worrying about nothing at all!"

I hid my smile with my cup, my persistence had paid off, I was sure that I'd be able to sort out Uncle Jim's computer without my mother's help.

"Shall I go through to Jim's den and switch his computer on Betty?"

Betty nodded her head and I put my teacup down and set off, I had to thread my way past the stairs and just before the kitchen there was a hidden doorway under the stairs that linked the house to the garage, I pressed the 'Trick' latch to open the door, the latch was disguised as a coat hook that had to be twisted clockwise to pull the door latch and pop the hidden door open.

Betty was right behind me as I opened the door, "Sarah...how the hell did you know where the door to Jim's den was and how to open it...have you been in here before?"

I pulled myself up and stopped in the doorway into the den, I turned and looked at Betty, "No, I don't think I have...I can't remember ever coming into your house before but...when I made your cup of tea I seemed to know exactly where you kept everything in there. It all seems a little spooky to me."

Jim's den was hidden inside their garage and when I say hidden I really mean hidden. The garage had been built as a four car garage, two cars wide by two cars deep, Jim had built a brick wall up across the middle of the garage so it was now just two cars wide, it looked like every other two car garage in the area and a hidden space twenty foot square at the back of the garage. The room had no windows so there was no natural light, I knew exactly where the light switch was even in total darkness.

The wall opposite the entrance door had a half life sized picture of Betty, totally naked and sitting on Jim's lap, they were both naked, Betty's back was toward Jim and her knees were open wide hanging over either side of Jim's knees. Betty was facing the camera, almost looking down its lens, there was a fixed smile on her face and her eyes looked dead and distant. Jim's cock was deep in Betty's cunt and he was reaching around her hips, pulling her labia wide open.

I heard a gasp from behind me and a whispered, "How the hell did Jim make that picture?"

I walked over to the picture, it was a poster rather than a very large photograph so it had probably been printed from a digital file through a large plotter printer. I looked over my shoulder at Betty's face, "It looks like it was printed on a large digital printer Betty."

"I didn't mean that...I meant, how did he put my face on that picture...I've never let Jim take dirty photographs of me...no matter how much he pestered me to let him."

I looked at the picture again and around the room for a second time, "Betty, this picture was taken in this room, look, that chair over there, this is Jim and you sitting on that chair."

"I told you that I've never been in this room before Sarah and I've never posed for any dirty pictures."

"But this is definitely you Betty, look, your birthmark here on your abdomen!"

Betty gasped again, "How do you know that I have a birthmark down there, Jim's the only person who's ever seen it...apart from my parents and my doctor!"

"I have no idea how I know you have a birthmark there Betty...I don't know how I knew that there would be a double bed in this corner...or...or how I know that if I open the bottom drawer of that chest I'll find a rubber sheet because Uncle Jim doesn't want any blood stains on his mattress!"

Betty pulled the bottom drawer open and pulled out a pink rubber skeet.

I switched Jim's computer on and while I was waiting for it to warm up I looked at his bookshelf, he had ten different technical volumes on hypnosis and mind control so there was at least one mystery solved, how Jim managed to get his wife naked in his den to photograph her without her knowing that she'd even been in his den...now I needed a few other mysteries answered...like, how I knew so much about the inside of a house that I'd never been in before.

I sat at Jim's computer and had my fingers crossed that my incredible insight into the contents of Jim and Betty's house was some kind of previously undiscovered telepathy on my part but as the screen came to life I looked at the bookshelf again and wondered...

Jim's wallpaper on his computer was a montage of a dozen or more village women and girls, I saw my face in the top right hand corner of the screen, well my naked upper body really but it was from before I grew my breasts. My mother was there as well, I hardly recognised her because she was a similar age when her picture was taken to the age that I had been in the montage...I got a shock, the wallpaper suddenly changed, My face was still in the same place but now I was wearing makeup and my breasts were the size they were now, I looked in the place I'd seen my mother's picture and she was now her current age as well, her massive breasts made her head look small.

Betty was sitting next to me now, "Sarah darling I think we should just close the computer down and smash it to pieces with a hammer to make sure no one ever sees what's in there!"

"Betty, now that I've seen this wallpaper I have to find out just how bad it is in Uncle Jim's warped world behind the garage!"

I opened up explorer and did a simple search on the 'This Computer' icon, then I searched for '*.jpg' and pressed enter. There was the usual pictures that most people had on PCs, holiday pictures, family pictures, hobby pictures and then I noticed a gap in the line-up of folders, I right clicked and selected 'Show Hidden files and folders' in the menu box. The folder that popped into view just had a '*' as the file name. There was only one JPG file in that folder, the naked picture of Betty sitting on Jim's lap but there were a lot of files with a '.JIM' file extension.

I selected Sarah C 1.JIM and double clicked on it. it was a picture of me in the nude in Jim's den, I looked like I was about eight years old in that picture. There were a lot of pictures in the 'Sarah C' range, all I had to do was click on the next button and I watched myself growing up. Every picture had me naked or wearing just knickers and when I got to around eleven years old I started to appear with other girls, friends from school who lived around the village and the pictures were getting increasingly sexual.

There was a step change, boys were introduced. Boys who were younger than me, boys that were starting out clothed when I was naked and over seven or eight pictures I would undress the boy and suck his dick for him, all on the double bed in Jim's den. Then there was a picture of Betty looking on as I sucked the cock of a slightly older boy.

"Sarah, I really think that you should turn the computer off now...I don't want to see anymore of this filth."

I looked at her, "Are you sure that you can't remember any of this?"

Betty shook her head, "I can't remember ever being in this room before."

I stepped through a few more pictures; Betty took a turn at sucking the older boy's cock and then Betty was on her back and the boy was between her thighs and a few pictures later the picture showed a smiling boy and a close up of Betty's pussy, a slow dribble of semen slithering out of her cunt. The next picture was of me licking the boy's spunk out of Betty's pussy.

After the picture of me licking Betty's pussy there was another change and the picture viewer froze. I checked the file that the computer was trying to open and it had a file name of 'Sarah C - V1.JAMES'. I found the same file in explorer and it was around one hundred times bigger than the pictures that came before it...I made a guess that it was probably a video clip rather than a picture, just because of the sheer size of the file. I found the video viewing program and opened it and then I dropped Sarah C - V1.JAMES' into it and the file opened, I was once again the star of the video but this time I wasn't in Jim's den, I was walking towards the Village shop, I heard Bill Robinson's voice come out of the PC's loud speaker.

"Are you sure that this hypnosis stuff is safe Jim?"

"I'm sure, just one simple command word from me and she'll do whatever I tell her to and after, she won't remember anything about what happened."

Betty almost screamed out, "Stop the video right now Sarah!"

I pressed the pause button and looked at her, "Betty, I need to know!"

"I know you do dear but if Jim uses his control word on that video to hypnotise you. Won't you also go under here in the den?"

"I don't know Betty, I have no idea how this hypnosis thing works!"

"I just think that you should cover your ears so that you don't hear the word Jim uses to put you under."

I pushed my smart phone's ear-buds into my ear and set the volume to high then I turned the volume on the PC down low, just to make sure that I didn't hear the control word Jim used on me before pressing play again. Betty touched my hand and she nodded her head at me to say that it was safe to take my ear-buds out.

Jim was talking to me, "How do you feel Sarah?"

"I feel good thank you Uncle Jim."

"You're feeling a little warm...it's very hot in Bill's shop today."

In the video I looked around the shop and then at the window before saying, "Yes it is hot in here today but Mr Robinson is here and people could see me through the window."

"You should really go behind the counter then, it will be safe to undress back there."

I looked at Bill Robinson again, "But he'll see me."

"You're very safe undressing in front of Bill, he's a good friend, you love the sweets he gives me to give to you don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, wouldn't it be nice to give Bill a little thank you?"

I nodded my head again.

In the video I followed Jim's instructions, I went behind the counter and stripped off totally and then I knelt on the floor between the counter and Bill's body. Jim moved around so that he could film what I was doing to Bill from the open side of the counter. Nothing more had been said by either man than Jim saying, "Wouldn't it be nice to give Bill a little thank you?" I looked like I was on autopilot, I was naked and I reached out to open Bill's trousers, I didn't pull them down, I just opened his belt, the top button and pulled his zipper down. I pulled the front of his underpants down and hooked them under his balls then I leaned in and started sucking Bill Robinson's cock.

There was the jingle of the bell attached to the shop's door, I saw Bill stiffen as a customer opened the door but I saw no reaction on my part at all, I just carried on sucking his cock oblivious of the fact that someone was about to catch me 'at it' with Bill. Jim swung the camera towards the shop door, my mother walked in with an agitated look on her face, "Has Sarah been in this afternoon Bill?"

Jim said something strange to her in response, "Frangipani Sauce Mrs Clarke!"

My mother suddenly looked relaxed, her tight line of a mouth seemed to swell and turn into a rare smile. Jim told her to come to the counter, my mother stepped in beside me and Bill, Jim was directing her and she put her hands on my head as I was sucking Bill's cock and my own mother was pushing at the back of my head to make me suck more of Bill's cock into my mouth.

Bill was going through his orgasm, his body jerking about so much that I was fighting to keep his cock in my mouth. Bill almost collapsed it took so much out of him.

Jim guided my mother to the shop's doorway and as she stood with the door open Jim said, "You are happy...you have seen Sarah and you know that she is safe, you have told her that it is okay to stay out until six o'clock. I'm going to count down from three and when I reach one...you will be totally relaxed and happy, you will go home and start to cook dinner for your family."

When Jim returned to the counter Bill's cock was totally flaccid but I was still sucking at it as if he was still hard.

"Sarah, you have thanked Bill enough now, he is very happy and you can stop sucking his cock."

I stood up, still totally naked and just stood in front of Bill, he pushed his hand between my legs and started to feel me up but apart from quick glances in my direction, he was more intent on looking through the shop window in case someone came to buy something or even just look through the shop window.

The video ended at that point and I looked at Betty, "I'm glad I know what Uncle Jim was doing but I think I need to reformat the hard drive on this computer so no one else ever finds out about anything that Jim was up to."

"I think that's a good idea Sarah and after you've wiped it clean, I need to alter your control word, Bill Robinson knows how to send you under and who knows how many other men know."

It took a very long time to erase every bite of data from the computer and while it was working I found a notebook, a list of people's names and their control words. I slipped the book into my handbag and then turned to look into Betty's eyes.

***

"Sarah...Sarah are you okay?"

My shoulders were being shaken, it was hard to open my eyes.

"Sarah have you been drinking? Have you taken anything?"

I managed to focus my eyes, my mother was leaning over me and she was shaking me awake.

I looked around, I was sitting on a bench on the park and obviously I'd been asleep.

"I've not been doing anything mum; did you know that Uncle Jim died today?"

Mum pulled me into her chest and hugged me, "I do darling, I heard the news at the village shop earlier. Now what the hell are you doing sleeping on the park?"

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know what I'm doing here mum, I remember being on the school bus and then you were shaking me."

"I'm really starting to worry about you darling, yoy've been acting strange for years but you've been going missing more and more recently with no memory of where you've been or what you've been doing, I think I need to make an appointment with our doctor so she can take a look at you."

"Ohhh...mum, I'm okay, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm just very sad about Uncle Jim."

We walked home with our arms wrapped around each other talking about all the good things that we could remember about Uncle Jim. Mum started dinner and I started Geography homework. I dipped into my handbag for my pen and found a strange notebook. I opened the book; it looked like a spreadsheet of some kind, two headings, one was subject and the other control. Under the subjects was just a list of names, almost everyone who lived in our village, lots of the girls and boys from my school.

I was about to toss the book in my bin when I spotted my name, next to my name was the control word 'Rumpelstiltskin shoes' and then I saw my mother's name and her control word was 'Frangipani Sauce' according to the notebook.

My interest had been peeked so I opened up my mother's computer and Googled subject and control. All the six hundred thousand results that Google came up with seemed to be references to hypnosis.

I walked into the kitchen and said, "Mum, can we have apple crumble sometime with Frangipani Sauce on it please?"

I had to move quickly because my mother froze, her hand too close to the stove and she was in danger of burning herself.

I pulled my mother around to face me, "Mum, are you okay?"

"I'm fine thank you for asking."

Her response was what I'd expect...well, almost what I'd expect, I'd have expected a darling at the end of her reply. I took a deep breath, "Mum, can I have a puppy?"

I was expecting the usual instant "No!" but she didn't say no...she didn't respond at all. I was confused, totally confused...then I got a little bit of a brainwave.

"Mum, lift your left arm."

She lifted her left arm. The object word in the book was control, if I gave her an instruction she would do it, if I asked her a question I would have to be careful how I phrased it.

"Mum, put your left arm down."

Mum lowered her left arm. According to what I'd just read on the internet, you couldn't hypnotise anyone to do anything that was basically against their character. A hypnotised person would only do things that they could have done in real life. Now the one thing that I knew about my mother above all else was that she was pathologically shy, she would never leave her bedroom without being fully dressed. She was so shy that she wouldn't even sleep with my father, I knew that he visited her bedroom from time to time but whenever he did he would knock on her bedroom door, I heard him every time because my bedroom was right opposite my mother's room. I'd hear her unlock her door, my father would go in, I'd hear them dancing the ugly dance for two or three minutes, my dad would thank my mother and leave. She would close her door and lock it and then before going to sleep she would use her bidet to wash my father out of her body.

I'd never seen her without her shirt on before so the little devil in me prompted me to try, "Mum, you've splashed fat on your blouse, you need to get it into soak as quickly as possible or it'll stain."

I was shocked by the speed that my mother moved; she unbuttoned her cuffs and the front of her blouse and ran to the utility room to put her blouse into a bucket of warm water with a little soft action detergent in it.

I watched from the doorway, my mother wasn't small on top, her bra was a work of engineering prowess and as she agitated her blouse in the bucket her breasts swung from side to side and my mother made no attempt at stopping them or covering herself up.

"Mum, the saucepan is boiling, shall I stir it?"

Mum rushed out of the utility room and back to her place at the stove, she didn't trust me with boiling fat. I was amazed to see her standing there in just her skirt and bra stirring the dinner.

"Mum, I think the sauce might have splashed on your skirt as well."

I was really just being mean, I was wondering just how far my mother would go before she fought against her hypnotic trance. But she didn't, she just stood there in front of the stove and unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, "Do me a favour darling, pop my skirt into the bucket with my blouse to soak please."

So now I really was surprised, my mother standing in the kitchen wearing just her knickers and bra and nothing else. Another thing that surprised me, I'd helped my mother for years with the laundry and all I'd ever seen her wash in the way of lingerie were white, cotton, granny knickers and yet here she was, standing in matching black bra and panty set and rather than being granny sized, her knickers looked more like the size I'd wear, bikini-brief knickers but very small on her.

I was just thinking that I'd taken the joke far enough and was about to take a dressing gown to my mother to cover up with when my father walked into the kitchen, he was about to say something when he stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw flapping up and down like a goldfish in its bowl. Mum turned her head and smiled at my father, "Oh hi darling...you're home early. Dinner won't be long, you still have time to take your shower and get changed if you like."

My father stood there flapping his jaw without sound for what seemed like hours but was just a few minutes before his mouth started working, "Vicky darling, are you okay?"

Mum smiled at him and said, "I'm fine thank you for asking."

The smile on my mother's face looked very plastic, very fake. Dad shook his head and walked off to his bedroom to have his shower and get changed out of his work clothes. I moved quickly, I grabbed a dressing gown and rushed out to cover my mother up. I ran through to my mother's computer, I'd put her into some kind of hypnotic trance and now I needed to find out how to get her out of it.

The internet had lots of stuff on hypnosis but not the actual mechanics of putting someone under or bringing them out of the trance after.

I was just a few strides ahead of my father when I got back in the kitchen, "Mum, can you hear me?"

"Of course I can darling."

"Mum, you have to act normally from now on, okay?"

"Okay darling."

The plastic smile on my mother's face was still there all the way through dinner and it was still there while we were in the living room after. Dad reading the newspapers as usual, mum reading a book or watching one of her soap operas on TV, things looked outwardly normal but they weren't, mum was still wearing the dressing gown I'd given her and when it fell open she didn't bother to pull it back into place. I went up to bed early and mum followed me an hour later.

I couldn't get to sleep as quickly as I'd have liked so an hour after I went to bed I heard my mother going into her bedroom, my door was open slightly, I saw the hall light go off as it usually did after my mother went into her bedroom. Ten minutes later, my father came down the passageway without turning the hall light on, he knocked at my mother's bedroom door and I saw her light go on, she had never done that before. Her light pooled out under her bedroom door, lighting my father's legs up. Dad was wearing pyjamas and dressing gown. I heard my father gasp so I sat up in bed and looked, mum had opened the door to my father and with her light on, I could clearly see that my mother was naked and from my father's gasp. I guessed that it was the first time he'd seen her naked with her bedroom light on.

I'd heard my father's visits to my mother many times; there was never much noise, just a few minutes of bedsprings, a slow trot for a minute or two and then a medium canter for a minute and finally a gallop for just thirty seconds. But that was all, no other sounds at all. Tonight was different, my dad was gasping and wheezing and my mother was baying at the moon. I heard my dad say, "What are you doing?" several times and the act lasted for twenty-five minutes, rather than just five.

When my father left my mother's bedroom the light was still on, I sat up in bed again and watched my father step out into the hallway, he was naked, his pyjamas and dressing gown draped over his arm. He was about to close her door but he stopped and ran back, he kissed my mother, she was naked and she was stretched out on the bed, her back arched and as my father kissed her she reached for his cock and started to rub him. He winced in pain, "I'm sorry darling I can't do it again, I'm too sore..." I saw my father's hand reach between my mother's legs, "...the hair here at the side if your...well, they are far too course, they rubbed me raw."

I wanted to shout out, of course her cunt hair is rough dad, she's full on ginger, you could make pan scourers out of her hair. I pushed my hand down the front of my knickers and felt my own pussy hair, I was only half ginger but my pussy hair was stiff and course. When I realised that I was stroking my labia while looking at my naked mother and father I yanked my hand back out. If I needed to masturbate I'd have to wait until that picture was well out of my mind.

Dad finally left mum's bedroom, as she always followed him to the door to lock it my father didn't actually close the door properly, I heard his bedroom door open and close at the other end of the passageway and slowly the hallway lit up again as my mother's bedroom door slowly opened by itself. I looked over again, mum was still lying on top of her bed, she was like a cat that was being stroked only she was stroking herself, her light still on, naked and one hand between her legs and the other mauling her own breasts. I watched her take herself to three orgasms before I got out of bed and turned her light off, I closed her door and realised that the latch didn't work properly, the door wouldn't stay closed if it wasn't locked closed.

In the end, to get the sound of my mother masturbating herself out of my ears I had to close my bedroom door for the first time in my life.

As I drifted off to sleep I had my fingers crossed that my mother would eventually go to sleep and that might reset her clock, so to speak, and she'd wake up her usual shy and neurotic self. It was okay for my father, he had his bathroom and mum's bathroom between his bedroom and hers, all I had was one thin door and a few feet of fresh air between us and my mother's constant journey through the highs and lows of her orgasm kept waking me up. At two o'clock in the morning I lost my temper and stomped over to my mother's bedroom and shouted, "Go to sleep!"

Mum was in the throes of an orgasm that ended instantly and the sound of gasping for air was replaced with the gentle snuffles of a woman sleeping.

I dropped off to sleep like a rock falling from a cliff and didn't move again I woke at mid day on Saturday. I walked out of my bedroom, my mother was still on top of her bed, still totally naked and her door was wide open. I walked in nervously, if her trance had worn off while she was sleeping, finding me in her bedroom while she was naked might just freak her out. I shook her shoulder and she opened her eyes like her eyelids were in switches, she smiled at me and said, "Good morning darling, ready for breakfast?"

I nodded my head and walked out of her bedroom, she was on my heels out in the hallway so I looked over my shoulder, "Mum, you need at least a dressing gown on before you come downstairs."

Mum slipped her arms into her dressing gown and followed me down the hall, as I passed my father's bedroom his door was wide open and his pyjamas were strewn across his bedroom floor on top of his dressing gown, it flashed into my head, 'One good fuck and it turns the man into a slob.' I picked his pyjamas up off of the floor and dropped them into his laundry basket, then I hung his robe on the back of his door. I was about to pull his duvet over his bed to make it look tidier but I stopped short when I saw traces of blood on the bottom sheet, I remembered his telling my mother that his cock was rubbed raw.

"Give me a hand mum, we need to strip dad's bed and wash his sheet and duvet cover."

We remade dad's bed between us, mum was more naked than covered as we worked. I empted his laundry basket onto his bottom sheet and carried the whole lot down to the utility room. There was a note pinned to the door of the fridge with a magnet, 'Had to go to work, see you later, emptied the milk bottle and didn't have time to fetch another...sorry, John!'

We could have breakfast without milk but my mother would need some for her coffee. I was pushing clothes and bottom sheet into the washing machine when I heard the back door close. I ran after my mother, she was at the back gate about to go down the drive and out into public wearing just a dressing gown that she wasn't bothering to hold closed at the neck. I grabbed her, "Mum, you can't go out in the street dressed like that.

Mum looked confused, she couldn't see why she shouldn't go out to the shops dressed the way she was.

"I need milk for my coffee."

"That's okay mum, I'll run down to the shop and get a pint of milk."

I guided my mother back to the kitchen and sat her at the table, I'd have to work something out to snap her out of the trance I'd put her in soon because she was becoming a liability and I wouln't be around on Monday to look after her.

I dashed back into the utility room and found an un-ironed dress, I also found clean knickers, I was about to run up to my bedroom to get changed, my mother would usually have flipped if I'd got changed in the utility room. I stood in the doorway where she could see me and stripped off. She just looked at my naked body and smiled at me. I pulled the dress on and stepped into my knickers. I took a quick look at myself to make sure that I was okay to go out to the shop without a bra on under my dress. I could just see my areola as slightly darker rings showing through the dress. If I'd found a bra I would have put it on but...hell, it was only a five minute dash to the shop and back so I probably wouldn't even meet anyone apart from Mr Robinson at the shop.

I took a pound from my mother's purse and dashed off to the shop.

I opened the door into the shop, the bell attached to the back of the door jingled and Mr Robinson looked up, he had a quick look around the street outside his shop and said, "Rumpelstiltskin shoes Sarah, how are you today?"

I jolted to a halt, Mr Robinson had just used the control phrase that should have sent me into a trance like the one I'd put my mother into around twenty hours earlier. I had no idea if I was in a trance or not, how could I possibly know what it felt like to be in a trance. I didn't know if I was in a trance or not but I did know that I had to say something...

"I'm very well thank you Mr Robinson."

"Come now Sarah, didn't Uncle Jim tell you on Thursday that it was okay to call me Bill, you gave me a wonderful thank you for all the sweeties that I give to Jim to give to you kids...why don't you give me another thank you today?"

I was really confused; I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. He gestured with his hand for me to go to the front counter so I did, "No, come around the back of the counter."

I walked around the back of the counter. There was a big display cabinet that stopped people seeing in behind the counter from the street, Bill put his hand on top of my head and pushed me down in front of him, he unzipped his trousers and fed his cock into my mouth. As soon as his cock touched my lips I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I'd never sucked a cock before but as soon as I leaned forward I seemed to automatically know what to do and started sucking Bill's cock. Judging by the sounds he was making...I seemed to know exactly how to suck a cock.

Bill was gasping with pleasure; I'd heard similar sounds from my father, once every time he visited my mother in the past and several times last night. Bill started to raise himself up onto his toes and then drop back down as his muscles started to spasm, I got an ultra sweet taste in my mouth as a little jet of something left Bill's cock into my mouth and the doorbell jingled, someone was entering the shop. I froze mid suck expecting someone to catch me at any moment.

In the blank space between my freezing and Bill reacting to whoever had just entered the shop I wondered what Bill had spurted into my mouth. Talk from girls at school had been that a boy's cum tasted like drinking liquid ear wax and yet whatever had just spurted in my mouth tasted like honey.

Bill's cock started shrinking in my mouth as he came down off of his sexual high and he said, "Christmas Egg Paul, and how are you today?"

"I'm very well thank you Bill."

I pulled my mouth off of Bill's cock and peered over the counter towards the door, Paul Mason stood there with a dumb grin fixed on his face. Paul Mason was the village god, he was eighteen years old, in his last year at my school and rumour had it that he'd got an unconditional place at Oxford University. Paul was the football team captain, the cricket team captain and the head prefect.

Bill turned my head back to his cock and he pushed it back in my mouth. I heard a shuffling at my side and opened my eyes, I looked sideways towards the opening into the cash desk area, Paul was just standing there looking at what I was doing to Bill or rather looking in my direction without really seeing what I was doing.

Bill reached for Paul's wrist, "Isn't she beautiful Paul?"

Bill put Paul's hand on the back of my head and Paul started stroking me. Bill said, "Sarah, I'm about to cum but I want you to hold as much of my spunk in your mouth and when I've finished I want you to kiss Paul and give him my sperm through your kiss!"

Kiss was a pivotal word, as soon as it left Bill's lips he fired off into my mouth. Once he finished shooting into my mouth he dragged me to my feet and pushed me in front of Paul. He told Paul to kiss me passionately and as our mouths locked together I let Bill's semen seep from my mouth and into Paul's. As we kissed I felt Bill's hand fumbling between us and when my mouth was empty I pulled my mouth from Paul's and looked down.

Bill had opened Paul's trousers and was rubbing Paul's cock. Bill saw that our passionate kiss was over and he pulled me away from Paul, he pulled my dress up and off over my head, then he tore my knickers off and bent me over. I felt Paul's hands grip my hips and suddenly he was in me. I braced myself for the pain that every girl said accompanied their deflowering but I didn't feel pain, just excruciating pleasure as Paul's cock slipped into my body.

I was a little distracted from the pleasure I was getting as Bill held me bent over in front of Paul. I got Bill's still flaccid cock pushed into my mouth again as I started counting back to my last period, I was close to my next period so I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of losing my virginity. Paul only took five minutes to climax into me; he made a lot more noise over his climax that Bill did or my father ever did but that was okay with me, I felt every spurt as Paul shot his load up into my pussy.

Bill moved quickly again, I was pulled away from Paul and turned to face him, I was expecting Paul's cock to be covered in my maidenhead blood but apart from his own semen and my excitement his cock was clean, a good thing really as Bill rammed his cock in my cunt hard, pushing me onto Paul's cock, I managed to react fast enough to take Paul's cock in my mouth instead of up my nose.

Bill fucked me for twenty minutes and all the time I was breathing life into Paul's cock, so much so that he managed to get hard again and shoot off in my mouth just as Bill filled my pussy from behind.

Bill left me standing behind the counter of his shop while he walked with Paul to the door, Bill opened the door and as he eased Paul out into the street I heard him say, "Paul, I'm going to count down from three to one and when I reach one, you will wake up feeling totally refreshed, you will have no recollection of coming into my shop, you will not remember meeting Sarah Clarke in my shop..." Bill looked over at me and smiled, "...You will remember nothing of your meeting with Sarah but you will think of her whenever you masturbate, you love Sarah and are desperate for her to be your girlfriend. Three...two...one...wide awake."

Bill came back to me; I was still naked, just standing there to see what Bill was going to do to or with me next. Bill started to rub between my legs while he looked out of the main window at the street, a car pulled up against the curb and Bill picked up a small notebook and flicked through the pages, he didn't find what he was looking for and threw the book down on the counter. He thrust my dress at me, "Put this back on!"

A farmer walked into the shop, he wasn't really interested in buying anything, he was there to chew the fat. Bill quickly whispered, "Sarah, I'm going to count backwards from three to one, when I get to one you will wake up feeling totally relaxed and will have no memory of what went on in the shop today but you will fall in love with Paul Mason the next time you see him. Three...two...one...wide awake!"

I looked down at the floor behind the counter, my knickers were there on the floor, torn to shreds I looked at Bill's smiling face and said, "Can I have a pint of milk please?"

I had to brush close to the farmer as I left the shop, he closed the gap down so that the contact was more solid and the farmer whispered, "Hello Darling, you look pretty in that lovely white dress."

I looked into his eyes, he wasn't looking that high, he was scanning my body through my thin white dress. I already knew that my areolas were showing through the thin material but I realised that without any knickers on my hairy triangle would also be on show through the thin material.

I'd been fucked twice and I'd sucked two cocks but when I realised that the farmer was hitting on me as well I got an extra swish in my tail as I walked down the street.

I'd been gone for an hour instead of just the five minutes that it should have taken to buy a pint of milk, that had happened in the past and every time it had, my mother exploded all over me for taking so long to do a simple errand. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother sitting in exactly the same place that she had been sitting when I went out an hour earlier. I'd heard Bill close down a trance twice now so I felt confident that I'd be able to get my mother out of her trance.

I realised that there must be a problem with my own control word because I don't think I was in a trance in Bill's shop because he'd told me to forget everything that happened in his shop but I remembered every fantastic minute of my hour's playtime.

"Mother can you hear me?"

"Yes darling, of course I can."

"Mum, I'm going to count backwards from three to one and when I get to one..."

I stopped myself, there were a few things that needed changing in my mother's character so I thought quickly.

"...when I get to one you will no longer be shy, you will be happy to leave your bedroom even though you aren't fully dressed...oh, mum, your vaginal hair is too course and it cuts dad's penis, before you go to bed tonight, when you are in your shower, you need to shave your labia clean and do it every time you shower to keep your lips hair free. I'll put some of dad's disposable razors and shaving cream in your bathroom ready for your next shower. Oh, and another thing, Go easy on your daughter, she's a good kid and just slips up from time to time. Three...two...one...wide awake!"

It was like a switch had been flicked in my mother's head; she suddenly gripped the front of her dressing gown and pulled it closed over her breasts. She looked at me and said, "You can't wear that dress without underwear on...not even just around the house!"

After breakfast I went into the lounge to do my maths homework and mum went to her bedroom to get dressed, I was actually surprised that she hadn't run for her bedroom as soon as I brought her out of her trance. I fought with one difficult problem in my maths homework and as I concentrated really hard I heard Bill Robinson say, "Come now Sarah, didn't Uncle Jim tell you on Thursday that it was okay to call me Bill..." I wasn't at Bill's shop on Thursday with Uncle Jim...or at least I couldn't remember being at Bill's shop on Thursday, Bill's voice came into my head again, "...you will wake up feeling totally relaxed and will have no memory of what went on in the shop..." Well, one thing for sure was that I was very relaxed when I got home from school on Thursday, I was an hour late and got nagged by my mother for the missing hour.

The realisation hit me that it was probably Uncle Jim who started all the hypnotism stuff and that Bill was riding on the coat tails of Bill's endeavours but that didn't explain how come Paul went into a trance when Bill used his control word but I didn't think that I was effected by my control word at all.

Betty suddenly popped into my head...I remembered seeing her from the bus on the way home from school, I remembered the internal struggle I'd had with myself about going to comfort her and how it could freak me out talking to my dead uncle's wife. I found a wall in my memory, Betty was definitely on the other side of the wall. I was sure that I'd spoken to her, I touched her elbow in a comforting way as I asked her if there was anything I could do for her but...well...was it real or was it just a dream. I dug the book of control words out, the first name on the first page was just a 'B' and the control word was 'Boopper'.

I closed my books and I called my mother to tell her that I was going out. I didn't get a reply from my mother and started to worry a little, after all I had messed with her head in the last few hours. I searched the house, her bedroom door was still wide open, her bathroom door was too, I saw the shower tray was wet and on the tidy rack at the side was a disposable razor and shaving cream can, so it looked like she had a shower after breakfast and she'd either shaved her legs or taken my hypnotic advice and shaved off her labia.

I found my mother in the garden, she was wearing a dress that she only ever wore over leggings but today she wasn't wearing leggings under it, she was talking to the postman as she was weeding her flower beds. I walked up behind the postman and looked over his shoulder, he was looking straight down the open front of my mother's dress, there was a lot of bare flesh before the edge of her bra cups came into view but worse than that, as my mother was squatting down to pull the weeds her knees were wide apart and the postman could see her knickers up under the hem of her dress.

"Mum, I'm just going out for an hour."

Mum stood up and the postman suddenly lost interest in her and wandered away to carry on posting mail.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going for a walk out on the common."

"Can you go past Betty's house for me please? I've got a commiseration card and a basket of fruit for her, you could drop it off for me. And don't forget to ask her if there is anything we can do for her."

Spooky, I was going to have to find an excuse for going to Betty's house and now my mother was giving me one.

I knocked on Betty's front door and as she opened it I thrust the basket of fruit under her nose with the 'In Deepest Sympathy' card jammed between two apples.

"Hi Betty, my mother sent this around for you."

Betty smiled at me and took the basket as she thanked me and I just blurted out, "Boopper!"

Betty's face turned hollow, the smile was still there but the life seemed to be missing.

"Betty, did I come here yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Did you hypnotise me?"

"I did."

"Why did you hypnotise me?

"To make you forget that my husband had been sexually abusing you for years."

"Did you change my command word?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because Bill Robinson was going to take over abusing you from Jim and I didn't want him to be able to do that to you."

I remembered Bill had a similar book to the one I had with all the control words in it. and if I guessed Betty was the first subject then Bill would have realised it in time.

"Betty, from now on, you will only become hypnotised if you hear my voice saying your control word do you understand me?"

"Yes, only you can hypnotise me."

I did the countdown to bring Betty out of her trance and told her that although she was sad that Jim was gone, she could be happy that he'd lived a long life and brought joy to so many people.

I had to work out if I liked having sex with Bill Robinson or not because he would keep trying to hypnotise me. At least he let me have sex with Paul Mason before he fucked me and he had left Paul with the message that he loved me so Bill wasn't all bad.

I went back home, Mum was in the kitchen with our postman, he'd finished his deliveries and returned to our house for a coffee, I'd never known my mother to offer anyone a cup of coffee before. I started to read through Jim's book, I found one Bill in the list; it was a very recent addition to the names, the control word was 'Battered Wellingtons'.

I went back into the kitchen and opened the fridge, "Mum, there isn't enough milk left for breakfast tomorrow and the village shop won't be open, should I go and get another pint?"

"Get two please darling."

I took more money from my mother's purse and went to the village shop for the second time that day.

Mrs Jenkins was in the shop buying bread when I walked in, I collected my two pints of milk from the fridge and waited behind Mrs Jenkins. As she walked away from the counter Bill gave me a massive grin, "Back for more so soon Sarah?"

I heard the doorbell jungle as Mrs Jenkins left, "I have to make 'Battered Wellingtons' for dinner."

Bill's wide grin shrank to the plastic grin that I'd seen so often.

"Are you okay Bill?"

"I'm very well thank you Sarah."

"Do you hypnotise people for sex Bill?"

"I do Sarah."

"Bill, it is very wrong to hypnotise people for your own pleasure and you must never do it again...if you try to hypnotise anyone you will lose the ability to get an erection."

I found Bill's copy of Jim's book, Betty wasn't in the list, just people who lived in our village. I put Bill's book in my pocket and, feeling evil, instead of making Bill feel good when I brought him out of his trance I told him that he would have a violent and incurable headache for the next thirty six hours and then I left the shop with my milk as well as the money I should have paid for the milk. I didn't feel guilty though because Bill had got at least two blow jobs from me and one fuck for a hand full of sweets.

I got home just in time to break up a passionate kiss between my mother and the postman. His index and middle fingers were both wet and the front of my mother's dress was folded back and her knickers were on display, it was obvious to me that the postman had been fingering my mother.

I chased the postman out of the house and put my mother back into her trance to alter her conditioning to stop her letting the postman have his way with her. I added that she should only allow my father to have sex with her in future.

"Do you understand mum?"

"Yes, I must only have sex with Ron in the future."

That stopped me in my tracks as my father's name was John.

"Erm mum, who is Ron?"

"You know who Ron is...he's John's father."

"Mum, you must only ever have sex with your husband!"

Mum looked confused.

"Mum, have you had sex with my grandfather?"

"Yes."

"When? How?"

"We were at your grandmother's seventieth birthday party and got drunk and I was put to bed in their spare bedroom, I woke up to find your grandfather in bed with me and I found out that I was pregnant a few weeks later."

Well, everything seemed to be upside down now, nothing that I believed to be true was.

"Mum, was Uncle Jim at that party?"

"Yes he was."

"Was Jim with you when you got drunk?"

"Yes he was."

Was it Jim that put you to bed?"

"Yes it was."

Another thought struck me...

"Mum, did Jim tell you not to let my father get you pregnant in the future?"

"Yes he did."

I could remove that block but I had a problem, if I was really Ron's child as my mother believed then a baby from my father should look like me but if I was Jim's child...a child by my father could look totally different.

"Mum, think very carefully back to the night of Grandma's seventieth birthday party. Did Uncle Jim have sex with you?"

Mum looked confused, "Mum, did Jim tell you to forget that he'd had sex with you?"

"Yes he did, he told me to forget about everyone else having sex with me, just to remember that Ron Clarke had sex with me but not to tell anyone."

"Who else have sex with you at that party?"

"I don't remember them all, just men that Jim brought to the party."

I was confused now, I probably wasn't the child of anyone I knew but I needed to try and find out who my real father was.

10,270 Words.

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