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This my first attempt to post a story, hope you
like it:
Hypnotising Mother
by Scorpio00155
It was Friday, and as with every other Friday I was in my son's room
tidying up, dusting and hunting out his dirty clothes which had been
tossed all over the show. How one kid could make so much mess beat me,
I was sure I hadn't made as much when I was his age, that thought
reminded me that it was Paul's birthday the next day, he'd be thirteen.
Frowning I continued my quest for dirty linen and dust, my frown caused
by thoughts of Paul's bastard of a father, he'd seduced me when I was
sixteen, took my virginity and sent me home with a baby brewing inside
me. Of course when I discovered I was pregnant I went to him with the
silly thought he would be overjoyed, would marry me and we'd live
happily ever after, I was a na ve kid. I was soon taught the realities
of life though, first he denied it could be his, then he blamed me for
it, then he told me he had no intention of leaving his wife. Wife!
His tune changed when I tearfully yelled at him that I would get a
lawyer, seems he was a man of position and scandal, especially of this
sort would do him a lot of harm, so he paid me off with a small house
and a large amount of money.
So here I was now, thirty years old, still good looking, unmarried,
comfortable money wise, but poor relationship wise, apart, that is, for
my son. Paul was the brightest spark in my life, I doted on him and,
thankfully, he had not taken advantage of that, he'd turned out to be a
good boy, even if a little untidy.
"Damn!" I cursed as a pen rolled off and behind the bedside cabinet.
Leaning over the cabinet I groped around for the pen, I soon found it,
but I also found something else that felt like a book. Grinning and
thinking that my little boy had found himself a girlie book I pulled
the thing out, then I was frowning again, rather than being a girlie
book it was a book about hypnosis. I was curious and flipped through a
few of the pages reading a paragraph here and there, as I did this I
noticed that certain pages were marked and I began to wonder how long
Paul had been hiding this book and why he actually had it. Noting the
title I put it back where I had found it and went back to my tidying.
Later that day I went shopping, near the supermarket was a bookshop and
after I'd got the weekend essentials I went to into the bookshop and
looked around the shelves until I spotted the same book I had found in
my son's room. I'm not quite sure why, but I bought the book and
started to read it as soon as I had packed away the shopping. My
eyebrows rose when it finally dawned on me that the book's main aim was
to teach you to hypnotise people so that you could take advantage of
them! Why on earth was my son reading about such things? With this
thought at the back of my mind I continued reading, the book was not
long and the more I read the more I gained the impression that it had
been written very much tongue-in-cheek.
As I lay the book aside a while later I wondered just what my son was
doing reading a book that supposedly would let him hypnotise women into
doing "naughty" things on his command, at least I hoped it was women he
was thinking about. Still pondering this I looked at the clock and
realised that Paul would soon be home from school, time for me to get
the evening meal sorted out.
After dinner Paul did his homework then went up to his room, I assumed
to study his book on hypnotism some more. I decided that I would
broach him on the matter, though I wasn't sure how I was going to do
so, after all I couldn't just come right out with it. The opportunity
was past for that day though, Paul didn't reappear from his room until
it was time for him to go to bed, and then only to wish me goodnight
and to give me his nightly peck on the cheek. I wasn't long behind him
in heading for bed, apart from the usual Saturday tasks the next day
was also Paul's birthday and I had some things to get ready for that.
Saturday dawned and I had all but forgotten about asking Paul about
the book on hypnotism, by the time breakfast was over I had forgotten
all about it. Paul had rushed through his breakfast then dashed off to
his room to play the CD I had bought him as his present, I could hear
the music playing while I cleared away and washed up. I had just about
finished my chores and was set to begin baking when Paul came
thundering down the stairs, came over to me and gave me a hug.
"Thanks mum," he smiled broadly "that was the best!"
"I'm glad you liked it." I smiled in return "Now run along while I get
your cake sorted out."
"Can I help mum?" he asked.
Paul had often 'helped' when I was baking, though half the time
that 'help' consisted of nibbling at the ingredients or sticking his
fingers in the cake mix, but those times were fun. He seemed really
pleased when I said "okay", before long we had the cake mixed and in
the oven.
"Mum?" Paul said quietly as I closed the oven door.
"Yes Paul?" I responded as I turned to the kitchen table to start on
the icing mix.
"Can we dress up for dinner tonight? he asked.
Well I was certainly surprised by his request.
"Seems like a lot of trouble just to stay in," I smiled "but if that's
what you want why not. Any particular style of dressing up, formal,
casual, sexy?"
Quite why I added the last I am not at all sure, but as soon as the
words were out of my mouth I knew without doubt what his answer would
be.
"Sexy!" he laughed "Definitely sexy!"
Well we enjoyed a laugh and joked around while I prepared the icing for
the cake. A while later the cake was cooked and cooling, shortly after
that it was iced and ready to eat. It was mid-afternoon and there was
little else to do other than lay out the dinner and, of course, get
dressed up before sitting down to eat. I laughed quietly as we lay the
table, Paul seemed so eager to get on with the festivities, even though
it was to be only the two of us. At last everything was ready, except
for us, so off we went to get "dressed", as I closed my bedroom door I
shook my head and smiled broadly at Paul's idea, but I also had to
admit to myself that it was fun. He wanted sexy, so with that in mind
I showered then looked in my wardrobe for something to fit the bill,
not being fashion or clothes conscious my choices weren't that many,
but there was one dress, if it could be called that, that definitely
fitted the bill of sexy. Drawing it out of the closet I held the thing
up and looked at it.
"Perhaps a bit too sexy?" I mused as I studied it.
The dress was something I had bought specifically for a fancy dress
party, it was black, slinky, about knee length with a deep plunging
neckline and a slit up one side that went from waist to hem, I had gone
to the party as a whore! Still it was the sexiest dress I had and I
was sure Paul would like it, or rather, like me in it, so I laid it out
on my bed and pondered what to wear under it. Not that there was much
to decide, because of the neckline I couldn't wear a bra with the
dress, opening my knicker drawer I looked at the selection, I spotted
just the thing, a thong, I felt wicked as I slid into the minuscule
garment and adjusted the strap in the crack of my buttocks and got the
tiny front panel to cover my shaven pussy.
"What else?" I asked myself out loud "Oh, of course, stockings!"
With a laugh I got out a pair of self-grip stockings, then paused, self
grips were convenient and they looked pretty good, but stockings with a
suspender belt were even sexier. Laughing at my own thoughts I dug out
a pair of sheer black stockings and a saucy suspender belt, put them on
and looked at the effect in my wardrobe mirror.
"Not bad." I smiled at my reflection "Not bad at all."
Okay, so I was a little vain, but I had a right to be, I was slim with
curves in all the right places, tall, but not too tall and my blonde
locks framed my face and rested on my shoulders. Turning away from the
mirror I took the dress from the bed and put it on, once again I looked
at my reflection and smiled broadly, which made me realise that I had
no make-up on. Well of course having gone to the all the trouble of
dressing up I was not about to spoil the effect by leaving off my make-
up, so I sat at my dressing table and applied eyeshadow, rouge and
lipstick. Just to top everything off I put some of my favourite
perfume on my wrists, behind my ears and, feeling very naughty, in my
cleavage. Smiling at myself in the dressing table mirror I decided I
was "sexy" enough and turned to get up when my eyes fell on the copy of
the hypnotism book I had bought.
All of a sudden I found myself wondering just who Paul was planning to
try and hypnotise, goodness knows why but I also found myself wondering
if I was his intended victim.
"Pull yourself together Wanda!" I berated myself "Paul wouldn't want to
get his mother doing naughty things!"
Only the thought persisted, it was still there at the back of my mind
when Paul called to me from downstairs.
"Coming!" I shouted in reply.
Still caught up in the thought that my son may be thinking of using me
as his 'subject' I made my way downstairs, as I entered the living room
Paul gave a wolf whistle that made me laugh.
"Sexy enough?" I asked doing a little twirl.
"And then some!" Paul responded "Mom, you look gorgeous!"
I glowed at his words and for the moment my mind was taken away from
the thought of who my son wanted to hypnotise. We sat down and ate the
sandwiches and rolls and stuff that I'd prepared then came the cake.
Paul closed his eyes for a moment before blowing out the thirteen
candles, looking at me through the candle smoke he grinned.
"How about a birthday drink?" I suggested "You choose what."
"Some vodka?" he asked.
"Vodka it is!" I laughed as his grin grew bigger "You go play barman
while I get rid of these candles."
Though he didn't know it, I knew my son had been taking the occasional
sip from the vodka bottle, which was my favourite tipple and I always
had a bottle in the house. While I pulled the candles from the cake
then cut us both a slice, Paul went over to the drinks trolley and
poured us both a drink, I really didn't pay much attention to what he
was doing, so I was more than a little surprised when he handed me
drink that brimmed near the top of the largest glasses we had, he had a
similar glass for himself. Smiling I took the glass and sipped at it,
he'd put mixer in and I assumed that what I held was a splash of vodka
and a lot of tonic, I also assumed his glass held the same much watered
down beverage. Between mouthfuls of cake and sips of our drinks we
laughed and chatted, I felt really warm and relaxed and even when the
subject came round to hypnotism my mood didn't change.
"Do those TV hypnotists really put people in a trance mum, or is it all
fake?" was how Paul broached the topic.
"I've always assumed they really put them in trances," I smiled "after
all, one or two of them have been sued by some of their 'victims', I'm
sure that wouldn't happen if it were all fake."
"Guess you're right mum." he grinned impishly.
As soon as I saw that impish smile of his I knew he was up to something
and I wondered if there was any connection between the topic of
discussion and the book in his room.
"Only," Paul continued "I don't understand why he only gets them to
pretend to undress and stuff."
"Paul!" I laughed.
"Well, I mean." he laughed back.
"I'm sure that if it were a show at a much later time they could
perhaps get away with that," I laughed "but somehow I doubt
the 'victims' would feel good about it afterwards."
"What do you mean?" Paul asked with a frown.
"I mean that they would feel humiliated if the hypnotist got them to
bare their all for all the viewers to see." I smiled.
"Oh, yeah, I guess they would." he replied looking relieved about
something "I wonder if they ever put their wives in a trance?"
The impish grin was back, somehow I knew that sooner or later he was
going to suggest hypnotising me, but the thought had been buzzing over
in my mind since I had come downstairs, somewhere along the way I had
decided that he could try it if he wished. It was rather exciting
thinking that Paul would try to put me in a trance to have me do
naughty things, only it dawned on me what that might lead to and I felt
a moment of uncertainty, but that faded as I also realised that I
actually liked the idea. Okay, so it's sick, but hell, Paul was more
of a man than many I had dated and I knew he loved me, which was a lot
more than I could say for those other men in my life, he was also a
handsome teenager.
"Mum?" Paul cut across my thoughts.
"Sorry love, I was miles away." I smiled "I really don't know whether
they do or don't use their powers on their wives or girlfriends, I
suppose some might do though."
Well, that seemed to end the subject, I must admit I felt a bit
disappointed, but that's life. We chatted about other things,
including, to my surprise, pride and blushes, how sexy I looked that
evening.
"I think you are really gorgeous mum." Paul commented, then asked out
of the blue "Have you ever been hypnotised mum?"
"Me?" I laughed.
"Have you?" he persisted.
"No," I smiled "I haven't."
"Want to try it?" he asked so casually.
Now the moment had come I wasn't so sure I should let him try, after
all he might actually succeed and then what might happen? Worse, what
might happen that I wouldn't remember afterwards? I looked at Paul's
hopeful face, it was that look of hope that decided for me, how could I
turn him down, I couldn't. For a couple of seconds I went through this
should I or shouldn't I, could I or couldn't I thought process, but in
the end I kept coming back to the fact that the idea of being
hypnotised by my son was an exciting one and that I not only should,
but I could as well. Of course Paul was becoming convinced that I was
not only going to say no, but have words with him about asking in the
first place, I could see the hope slowly draining from him.
"Why not." I smiled "Who's going to try to hypnotise who?"
I already knew the answer to that question, but I couldn't let on that
I knew his secret, it would spoil half his fun.
"Can I try to hypnotise you mum?" he asked.
"Sure," I laughed "mind, I hope you have more idea about it than I
have."
His answer was to smile that impish smile of his and to suggest we get
ourselves more comfortable, this we accomplished by moving from the
table to the armchairs, or at least I did. According to Paul
the 'subject' needed to be relaxed and comfortable, so I sat back and
let him play the 'master' hypnotist, which he did quite well I must
admit. The room was softly lit and Paul very carefully placed himself
so the light touched his face, in particular his eyes, standing in
front of me, he leant forward and began the process.
"Look into my eyes mum," he said in a soft, soothing voice "deep into
my eyes."
I had to suppress a giggle as I did as he asked, he had lovely ice blue
eyes and I did find myself gradually sinking into their depths, but a
few moments later I had to suppress a giggle again as Paul began
the 'you are feeling so heavy, so sleepy' routine. I knew he wouldn't
get me under, not with what he had learnt from that book anyway, I
wondered how disappointed he's feel when he failed. At the same time I
really was curious as to what he would do, or have me do, if he had
been able to put me under his spell, then the thought struck me, I'd
read the book too, I knew what signs he was looking for in
his 'subject' and I knew damn well I could fake them without even
trying. From thought to deed was but a moment, slowly I let my eyelids
droop until they were closed, I let my whole body relax as though I had
nodded off and waited for Paul's next move. It wasn't long in coming,
he told me to open my eyes, obeying his command I opened my eyes, but
kept them unfocused which gave the impression of being in a trance
state, or so I hoped. Paul leant forward and looked into my eyes, I
could make out the blur of a smile on his lips as he straightened, next
came the noise of the other armchair being shifted, I guessed he was
moving it into a position he could see me from. I knew that if Paul
was sticking to the book I'd found his next action would be to test me
by asking questions he thought I wouldn't normally answer.
"Mum," Paul said softly "when I ask you questions I want you to answer
me honestly and completely. Do you understand."
According to the book the 'subject' should be able to respond almost
normally though perhaps just a little slower than usual, so barely
hesitated before replying.
"I understand Paul."
"Look at me mum." Paul commanded gently "That's it, can you see me mum?"
"Yes, I can see you." I replied letting my eyes come back into focus.
He was sitting in the other armchair which he had moved almost directly
opposite where I was sitting, only a few feet separated us as he smiled
and leant forward to ask his questions.
"Mum, how many men have you slept with?" he asked.
"Fifteen." I answered honestly.
"Is that all?" he asked almost in surprise.
"All the men." I replied knowing I was going to surprise him again "I
have slept with five women as well."
Paul seemed taken aback by that revelation and I was hard put not to
grin at him, but I managed it somehow and waited while he got over his
surprise. His recovery from the surprise and the realisation that I
was under his spell came at the same time, I saw his face split into a
wide grin and a sparkle come to his eyes that had little to do with
mirth and a lot to do with naughty thoughts. For a few moments he just
sat looking me up and down, almost as though he was revelling in
his 'control' over me, I wondered if he would ask more questions or
move on to other things.
"Mom," he said at last in a voice firm and commanding "do you
masturbate?"
"Yes I do." I replied without hesitation.
I was actually a little surprised by how firm his tone was, but at the
same time I felt a sexual thrill run through me knowing that soon he
would be issuing commands rather than asking questions.
"Do you like to masturbate?" Paul asked.
"Oh yes," I replied "but not as much as I like being fucked."
This response made him laugh lightly, but he obviously had a list of
questions he wanted to ask and he was intent on asking them.
"When you masturbate do you imagine you are being fucked?" he asked.
"Sometimes, yes." I replied.
"Do you have a lot of pretend lovers or only a few?"
"Only a few."
"Are they real people?"
"Only one is." I responded suppressing a grin "The rest are strangers."
"Who is the one that is real?" he asked licking his lips.
"You are." I replied.
Which in a way was true, I had fantasised a few times about Paul
touching me, but never actually about him making love to me. My
response was a surprise all the same, Paul sat back in his chair with
almost a gasp, he recovered fast though, leaning forward he asked his
next question.
"Mom, will you do everything I tell you to do?"
"Yes Paul." I answered without hesitation.
I saw him lick his lips and smile, then he stood up and I wondered what
he was going to do next. What he did had me suppressing a gasp both of
surprise and arousal as he quickly stripped off all his clothes. I
took advantage of him looking away to look down at his cock and had to
suppress another gasp, he might only have been thirteen, but my son had
the cock a grown man would have been proud of. My pussy gave a twitch
as I forced my eyes back up and waited for Paul to ask his next
question or give his first real command. There was no two ways about
it, I was getting hot and horny, my original intent had been to go so
far then reveal the sham, now I knew that I was not only going to
continue to play along I was going to obey him willingly!
"Mum," Paul said jerking me from my reverie "take off your dress."
"Yes Paul." I responded rising to my feet.
He hadn't commanded me to make a show of taking my dress off, yet I
managed to make it's removal more erotic than would be normal and I
knew that Paul enjoyed what I was doing by the way his cock began to
come to life. Slowly and sensuously I slithered the dress up my body
and over my head, I let it drop to the floor to one side of my armchair
then stood facing Paul with my arms by my side. His eyes locked onto
my boobs and I felt my pussy growing wet as his gaze almost burnt into
me, I could feel my nipples getting harder and hoped that Paul wouldn't
notice my excitement, or if he did would put it down to something
else. Licking his lips and clearing his throat Paul gave his next
command with a slight tremor in his voice.
"Take of the thong mum."
Once again I did as he commanded, though I couldn't tease or playfully
remove the minuscule thong I could make a slight show of doing so.
Hooking my fingers in the waist-strap I slowly pushed the thong down
over my hips and buttocks, leaning forward I pushed it further down my
thighs, my boobs hanging down erotically as I bent lower. Finally I
stepped out of the thong, straightened and dropped it on top my
discarded dress before facing Paul again and putting my arms back by my
sides. My breathing was growing a little fast and I knew that unless
Paul commanded me to do something that would account for me getting
excited he was bound to realise I was faking being in a trance. Almost
as though he were reading my mind Paul gave his next command.
"Show me how you masturbate." he ordered "Make yourself climax. Do it
in the chair and keep you legs open so I can see everything you do to
your pussy."
I was relieved to be able to sit down, my knees were trembling with
excitement from the whole situation. Opening my legs wide I started to
stroke my boobs, playing with my tits was always something I enjoyed,
but now the sensations I got from passing my hands over their rounded
mounds were amazingly powerful. Gently I squeezed both my boobs and
let a sigh escape my lips, I sighed again as I moved my attention to my
nipples, they felt so hard between my fingers, I'd never felt them so
hard and oh so sensitive before! With firmer pressure I teased and
pulled at my nipples, the thrills that ran through me pushed me towards
a climax, in fact I knew that I would achieve orgasm without ever
moving my hands from my boobs, but that wasn't what Paul wanted to
see. Letting one of my hands slowly slide down my body to my pussy I
slowly traced the shape of my pussy lips, pressing and squeezing them
as my hand moved. God was I hot, I could feel an orgasm bubbling up
inside me, moving my other hand down to my pussy I opened my lips with
one hand and let the fingers of the other slide over my excited flesh
revealed. Gasping loudly I plunged first one, then two fingers into my
pussy, my already copious juices covering my fingers with their sweet
stickiness as I began to finger-fuck myself heavily. At the same time
I pressed one of my thumbs to my clit and rubbed at it hard.
"Oh, oh, OH!" I groaned as a climax hit me.
My orgasm grew more intense as I kept on fingering myself, in brief
glimpses through my pleasure I saw Paul watching me wide eyed and open
mouthed, but it was the momentary sight of his hard cock rearing
straight up that sent my orgasm to a peak I had rarely felt before.
With a growling gasp I threw back my head and gurgled my way through
torrents of sexual bliss, I was so far gone in my pleasure that Paul
had to repeat his command to stop three times before I heard him.
Gasping, trembling and sweating I took my hands from my pussy and sat
facing him, since he hadn't commanded it I didn't close my legs, I knew
my son could see my pussy in all it's glory.
"Did you enjoy that?" Paul grinned at me.
"Yes Paul, I enjoyed it very much." I replied breathlessly.
Paul sat there grinning at me, his eyes moving up and down my body,
pausing in their passage to study my boobs and my pussy, his gaze kept
my level of excitement high, so high I thought I would climax given
enough time. I felt pleased that my son found me attractive enough to
sit and look at me for ages, but at the same time I wished he would
give his next command because I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck
like crazy. Without a word Paul rose from his chair and crossed the
few feet between us, he knelt between my wide-spread legs and looked at
my pussy up close.
"Mum," he said softly "I want you to keep your legs wide open no matter
what."
"I'll try Paul." I answered.
I knew that I would have trouble obeying his command once I orgasmed,
but I also knew that I would have to do my best to do as he asked.
When I had responded I had looked down at my son, now I kept looking at
him as he licked his lips then leant forward, his tongue sliding over
my outer pussy lips then delving into the depths of my pussy. Thank
God he hadn't commanded me to keep silent, a gasp of excitement burst
from my lips as Paul began to probe my pussy with his tongue, lapping
and licking at my flowing juices. He may have been a little clumsy to
start with, but as the minutes passed Paul was working my pussy like an
expert and when he moved upwards to lick and suck my clit I shot into
an orgasm so intense I almost saw red! Shaking, juddering and gurgling
out my pleasure I fought the urge to close my legs, all the while Paul
used his tongue to lap out my juices and tease my clit making my orgasm
grow in intensity. My thigh muscles ached as I fought to keep my legs
open, it was like some exquisite torture that seemed to go on and on
for ages, but I did not want that torture to stop!
Eventually Paul stopped tonguing my pussy, licking my juices from his
lips and chin he straightened up while I just kept on shaking and
gurgling and fighting the battle to keep my legs open as he had
commanded. Paul grinned at me as he watched my climax slowly fade,
then, before I had come down from the heights completely, he moved
closer to me and I felt his cock-head press against my outer lips.
Letting my head fall forward as though part of my orgasmic movements I
gazed down as his cock started to spread my lips open, watched as his
cock pushed between those lips then on into my pussy. God, the feel of
him filling me with his flesh as I watched him enter me was exquisite,
I had never felt so excited before and even before he was all the way
in I was hitting another climax. As I gurgled, gasped and shook Paul
paused in his movements, his gorgeous cock half in and half out of me,
but I wanted it all in me, I wanted to surge up on his hardness and
engulf it in my pussy, but I knew that I couldn't do that, not unless
he ordered it.
"God you feel so tight!" Paul muttered as he pushed into me some more.
Finally, oh finally he was completely within me, his cock filling me
and stretching me so deliciously, his groin pressing tightly to me as
he let his cock seep in my juices. Without any movement at all I
climaxed, my pussy tightening even more around his erection as it
pulsed and throbbed inside me, my climax grew even more intense when
Paul began to play with my tits and tease my nipples. His hands were
both soft and firm as they squeezed my boobs and tweaked my nipples and
at the same time he began to move his cock in my pussy, slowly he
pulled back, his flesh dragging and pulling at my pussy walls
delightfully. Out, out, out, until I thought he was going to withdraw
from me completely, then suddenly thrusting back in one long, hard
movement that had me gurgling into orgasm yet again! With this stroke
Paul fucked me as I had never been fucked before, with each inward
thrust our groins would slap together, my pussy lips and, even more
excitingly, my clit being crushed by his body. Each inward thrust
drove his cock deep into me, so deep I thought I could feel him pushing
into my very womb! Then he would pause a moment before pulling back
again, the slow sliding of his cock from my pussy sending shocks of
bliss shooting through me.
"Oh, uhn, oh, God!" I groaned out my pleasure.
I have no idea how long Paul kept that slow fuck going, I was too far
gone in pleasure to even note the passage of time let alone count it!
Paul's' command to me to keep my legs open had long ago gone by the
boards, my legs were wrapped around him in an intimate embrace as I
moved my body in time to his motions. Then he increased hi pace, the
force of his thrust growing as he plunged into me and pulled back
faster and faster until he was hammering his cock into me, his breathe
coming in short pants as he pushed down into me!
"Gnnnm," I gurgled loudly as another climax hit me "nnnm oh, oh, oh,
mmmMMMAAAA!"
"Oh Jesus!" Paul groaned as he thrust into me and then shivered.
Deep inside me I could feel my son's cock jerking, throbbing and
swelling as he pumped his teenage jism into me, the feel of him cumming
in me and the thought of his sperm filling me blasted my nerve-ending
in ecstasy as my orgasm exploded! Then Paul was moving in me again,
his cock plunging like crazy into me, our groins crashing together, his
balls slapping against my buttocks as he fucked me to total
distraction! I'd thought my orgasms could not get any more intense, oh
how wrong I was! For the first time ever I found my voice rising to
cry out the sheer bliss my own son was driving me through, but mine was
not the only voice, Paul was groaning and gasping loudly as he took his
pleasure with my body. Then my cries were silenced as Paul thrust deep
into me again, his cock jerking and twitching, his hands tightening
their grip on my boobs, his finger pressing into my flesh and his lips
came down on mine in a kiss full of hard passion and lust, the first
kiss he had given me since putting me under his 'spell'! We remained
locked in this position for a time then, with a gasp, Paul parted out
lips, leant back and oh so slowly pulled his cock from my pussy, I felt
exhausted, I couldn't stop shaking and trembling, my breathing was
ragged and fast. Barely aware of the world around me I lay limply in
the chair, I could feel my son's semen start to ooze from my pussy and
slide downwards towards my anus and another thrill of pleasure ran
through me.
"Mum," Paul said breathlessly "come over here."
When I managed to focus my eyes I found that 'over here' was the other
armchair, he was sitting in it, his lower half eased forward slightly,
his legs open and his cock, oh that beautiful cock, was still semi-
erect. Forcing my body to obey me I pushed myself out of my chair and
staggered the few feet to where Paul sat.
"Kneel." he commanded.
I was only to happy to kneel, heavily I dropped to my knees in front of
him, his juices now sliding down my thighs as I awaited his next
command.
"Suck me off mum." he ordered "Then get me hard again."
Shivering in anticipation I moved forward between his legs then leant
down to take his cock in my mouth, the taste of our mixed juices filled
my mouth almost immediately as I sank down on him, my tongue slithering
around and under his quickly hardening flesh. He was so large I
couldn't get all his cock in my mouth, there was about three inches
remaining uncovered, pausing for a moment I savoured the taste and feel
of him in my mouth then began to move my head up and down, my lips and
tongue sliding on his erection as I sucked on it. His hands came to
the back of my head, guiding my movements to the speed he wanted,
pressing me forward on each downstroke, his cap pressing at my throat
harder and harder as the pressure of his hands increased.
"Deep throat me mum!" he groaned out "I want you to deep throat me!"
How he had heard of such was beyond my mental powers to even consider
at that time, but for the first time I felt uncertainty, I had never
deep-throated anyone before and my son's cock was not small in any
way. Nevertheless, like a good hypnotised 'subject' I tried, at first
I gagged at the feel of his cock pressing so tightly to my gullet, but
I persevered as did Paul, his hands were pulling me forcefully down
onto his cock. Somehow I think that Paul would have forced his cock
deep into my throat even without my help, but I was helping, helping
and succeeding! Gradually I felt his cock pushing into my throat,
slowly I felt my lips sliding further down his cock until they at least
met his almost hairless groin.
"MmmmmM!" I groaned around his flesh.
"Oh Jesus! Oh, God, that's amazing mum!" Paul cried out.
Then he was moving his cock from my mouth, his hands holding my head
still, I knew what was coming and braced myself as he reversed course
and thrust his cock back into my throat. Using my mouth like a pussy
my son fucked it, when he let go of my head to reach for my tits I
added my own force to the thrusting of his cock and after only a few
moments of this Paul gave a cry, then pushed up hard into my mouth and
throat. Unbelievably his cock grew bigger and pushed deeper into my
throat, then it was twitching and throbbing as it pumped salty, thick
sperm into me, sperm that I drank almost as fast as it flowed. The
taste of his juices, on top of everything else gave me yet another
orgasm and in the throes of my pleasure I pushed down on him even
harder and sank his flesh even deeper in my throat.
The second half of his command had been to make him hard again, that
was not a problem, Paul was so excited by what was happening he did not
lose his erection, despite this I sucked and licked and deep-throated
him for a few minutes before sitting back on my heels. I felt as
though my whole body was aflame as I knelt trembling with post orgasmic
thrills in front of my own son, at the same time I felt drained from
climaxing again and again and again, yet despite that I was ready to
obey my son's commands as though he had really hypnotised me. Perhaps
I should have felt some guilt at what I was doing, and letting my son
do to me, but I felt only satisfaction, joy and desire.
While I sat on my heels Paul rose from his chair and walked out of my
cone of vision, I didn't dare to turn to watch him and was puzzled by
the sounds that came from behind me. The moments passed and I felt a
nervous excitement growing in me, my thoughts were filled with all
sorts of erotic visions of what Paul was preparing to do to me, all of
them totally wrong!
"Stand up mum." Paul commanded from behind me.
I did as he had ordered and stood facing the armchair he had vacated,
when his hands came around my body and began to play with my boobs and
nipples I almost jumped. Then I felt his body press to mine, his cock
pushing along the crack of my bum, pressing against my skin as it was
squashed between us. One of his hands left my boobs and slid down to
my pussy, his fingers pressing on my clit before moving down to plunge
into my pussy, I groaned as he finger-fucked me, the palm of his hand
rubbing and crushing against my clit until I was shaking in pre-
orgasmic bliss.
"Lean forward and grip the arms of the chair." Paul commanded pulling
his fingers from my pussy.
Caught on the brink of a climax I quickly assumed the position he
wanted, my lower body pointed back towards my son as I bent from the
waist and gripped the arms of the chair. Without warning two of his
fingers plunged into my pussy and began plunging in and out, it was
more than enough to drive me over the edge and I groaned out my
pleasure as my body quivered under his attention to my pussy. At the
height of my climax I felt something slippery press to my anus, my mind
befuddled by my climax I couldn't think what it could be touching my
small puckered hole and when it moved away I forgot it completely.
Paul was driving me crazy with his fingering, I seemed to be cumming
and cumming in one long wave of delight, even the touch of the
slickness at my anus again didn't register through my delight, even
when that slickness partially penetrated my anus I could only groan
loudly in pleasure. Deep inside me I wanted to call out to Paul to
fuck me, but I couldn't voice that desire, not and maintain the
illusion of being under his spell, yet I wasn't sure how much more I
could take of his fingering before I turned and took him.
Once again I became dimly aware of something slick pressing into my
anus, this time sinking into me, if there was pain at it's entry I
didn't notice it through the pleasure my son's fingers were sending
racing through my pussy and my body. My pleasure grew even more as the
thing in my arse began to move in time to his fingers in my pussy, I
gasped as a second slick something pressed into me and dimly I realised
that Paul was finger-fucking my arse and my pussy. I had never let
anyone touch me there before, it was virgin territory and yet here I
was letting my son take that last part of my virginity with his
fingers. By the time it dawned on me that his fingers were only
preparing the way it was too late, as I hit a peak Paul's fingers moved
from both holes, I felt something pressing to my anus as one of his
hands snaked around my body, grasped my waist and pulled me back as he
pushed forward. My voice rose in a cry of mixed pain and pleasure as
I felt his cock pushing into my tight anus, stretching me beyond belief
as he sank deeper into me, the way greased by whatever lubricant had
been on his fingers.
Tears of pain had sprung to my eyes at his penetration of my arse, I
sobbed as his groin pressed tight to my buttocks, then sobbed again as
he pulled back to plunge into me again with more force and speed. My
pain was short lived though, the waves of pleasure that filled me as my
son buggered me were added to by his fingers suddenly swooping down to
my clit, pressing and rubbing at it fiercely. Now my sobs were of
delight as I climaxed over and over again, my arms collapsing under me,
but my son had me firmly in his grip, until that moment I had no idea
that he was so strong. I felt like a rag doll as I flopped in his
arms, pierced at my pussy by his fingers, gripped at my waist by his
arm and pierced at my arse by his mighty cock, even had I wanted to
escape I had no strength in me to do so, even my groans and sobs of
pleasure grew weaker as the time passed. When Paul at last pressed
tight to me and stiffened I was all but limp in his arms, I felt every
pulse, throb and twitch of his cock as it pumped his juices deep into
my bowels, but all I could do was lean back against him and give a weak
cry as yet another orgasm filled me.
Some moments later, after fucking my arse a few more times, Paul pulled
his cock from me and turned me, gently he lowered me into the chair
then knelt down in front of me. Gasping I sat where he had placed me,
half praying he was satisfied for the moment and half wishing he
wasn't. As if by magic he produced a towel and began to gently clean
my pussy and arse, wiping our mixed juices away, at the same time he
was driving me to another orgasm, unintentionally to be sure, but
achieving that end all the same. Through the haze of the climax that
hit me I could see his surprise and the grin that followed it, standing
up he looked down at my quivering body, then began to clean his still
half-erect cock.
"Mum," Paul said softly some minutes later "get dressed and go back to
your chair."
Weak as a kitten I obeyed his command, it took me ages to slip the
thong and dress back on, even with Paul's help, but finally I was
dressed and sat in my chair expecting Paul to command me to forget
everything that had happened. Instead he sat back in his chair, still
naked and looked at me, I couldn't work out why he hadn't dressed, not
that I minded gazing at is body, but I was sure he would not want
to "awaken" me to the sight of his nudity.
"You can stop pretending now mum." He grinned knowingly at me.
I felt my heart flutter at his words, I was so sure I had played the
role of hypnotised victim perfectly, what had I done to give me away?
"When did you find out?" I asked grinning at him.
"I knew from the start." He laughed.
"But how?" I asked in confusion "I swear I was playing the part just
right!"
"Oh you were," he laughed "just right according to the book I left for
you to find."
"You knew all along?" I gaped "Knew that I was trying to puzzle out who
you wanted to use hypnotism on?"
"Mum," he said with his impish smile "of course I knew, I planted the
suggestion in the first place!"
"Suggestion? You are not trying to tell me that you hypnotised me
before and set me up for tonight surely?"
"Summer night." He replied cryptically.
As though with a will of it's own my right hand slid under my dress, my
fingers pushed the material of the thong aside then plunged into my
pussy. In a slow, exciting stroke I began to masturbate myself, or
rather my hand did while I stared first at my arm where it vanished
under my dress then at my grinning son.
"Post hypnotic commands!" I gasped as I climaxed suddenly "Oh God, Paul
I love it."
"Noonday sun." he grinned.
I rose to my feet at his words and tore off my clothes, once again I
stood before him in nothing but a garter belt and stockings.
"I thought you might." Paul grinned as he rose to cross the room to
me "I'm going to fuck you again, mum, only this time you can respond as
you want not the way you think a hypnotised victim would."
"I'm glad you said that" I laughed as I pushed him down on the floor
and mounted his gorgeous cock!
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