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Copyright November 2000 by E. Z. Riter.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

Please!        Give me your comments!

Dear Reader, This is a "hard" mind control (MC) story.  By
definition, MC is nonconsensual.

CAUTION.  This one involves incest, teenagers, animals,
pregnancy, male-male, female-female, and other things that may
not be to your liking.  If so, you'll find some more romantic and
softer stories in my archive or the archives of the other authors
of asstr.  Good reading.  E.Z.


GRANDPA AND ME

Chapter Two

Grandpa eased to the floor and sat cross-legged.  Mom squirmed
off the couch, fell into his lap with her legs around him, and
locked her ankles behind his back.  She was humping his crotch
and I could see the muscles of her legs and the thrusting of her
ass.  Her tee shirt and bra were pushed up above her breasts.

"Fuck me, Karl.  Drive your cock into me.  Please, Karl.  I need
you in me.  I need it so much," she whimpered.

I'd never heard that begging sensuality from her.  It was as sexy
as her body and that's damn sexy, believe me.

My cock was killing me.  I had to have her now or else.  Grandpa
was staring at me.

"Vicki, you'll go into a state of suspended animation and be
perfectly still and quiet.  You'll remember nothing you see,
hear, or feel until I say the word `awaken.'  Do you understand
me?" he said.

"Yes, Karl," she murmured.  She let out a deep sigh and sat in
his lap without moving.

I unzipped my pants.

"Control yourself, Rick," Grandpa said firmly.

"Grandpa, I want her," I said in an agitated and demanding tone.

"Calm down."

"Calm down, my ass.  I want to fuck her now."

His eyes narrowed and the muscle in his jaw twitched.  His voice
was cold and crisp.  "You'll have her soon enough . . .  if you
control yourself."

To be honest, I thought about attacking Grandpa and taking her
from him, but I knew that wasn't right.  Even if it was right,
Grandpa was my friend and I wouldn't attack a friend.  But even
if he wasn't my friend, I wouldn't do it because Grandpa didn't
only look like a bear, he was as big and strong as one.   And
even if he wasn't as strong as a bear, Grandpa had been an Army
Ranger and knew hand-to-hand combat.

Even a sex-addled mind and a desperate cock understands
discretion in those circumstances.  I took a deep breath and
pulled up my zipper.

Grandpa smiled and said, "Come sit by me, Rick."

Sitting next to Grandpa, I could see her face.  It looked like
she was asleep.

"Feel those tits, Rick," Grandpa said.  "Aren't they
magnificent?"

My hands trembled, my mouth was dry, and my cock throbbed with
every heart beat, as I wrapped my fingers around one of Mom's
perfect breasts for the first time.  Her skin was hot to the
touch, her nipples hard, but she didn't move.  I squeezed the
soft flesh, felt the tensile nipple.  It was like playing with a
real live doll.

"Sit back and watch, Rick."

"Grandpa, I'm about to explode."

"You can wait.  It'll be worth it," he said gently, but firmly.

"All right," I replied.

Grandpa waited until I was settled in beside him before saying to
Mom, "Awaken, Vicki."

Slowly, her face changed from the doll mask to something special.
Her expression wasn't the deer in the headlights I'd seen.  It
was like the Fillmore sisters right before I'd drive my cock in
them.  You know.  A face full of sexual needs and desires without
restraints.  The Fillmore sisters were different.  It's hard to
describe.  It's like the Fillmore sisters expression said "I'm a
slut and I'll fuck anyone" while Mom's expression said "I love
this man so much I can't control myself."

"Please, Karl," she whimpered.

"Soon, Vicki," he said as his hands massaged her naked breasts.
"I want to see you first."  He pulled her shirt over her head and
removed her bra.  "Stand up," he said.

When Mom stood, he ripped her shorts down her legs.  She was
wearing a thong bikini.  It must have been new because she didn't
have it the last time I rifled through her drawer.  She'd bought
some sexy things to wear when she paraded around in front of me,
but she'd be doing more than parading.

"Please," she whimpered as he pulled the bikini down.

Grandpa took a deep sniff, grinned and handed Mom's panties to
me.  They were sopping and smelly.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Fuck me.  Fuck me."

She couldn't be still.  Her hips were thrusting like a cock was
already buried in her.  Her eyes were glazed and hot, her lips
wet, and sweat oozed from her skin.

"Do you masturbate?" Grandpa asked her.

"Yes, Karl.  Please don't mind . . . "

"How often?" he interrupted.

"It used to be about once a month, but since Charlie left, it's
been a lot more often."

"How often?"

"Once a day, or more."

"Vicki, how often did my son and you fuck?" Grandpa asked.  He
was surprised by Mom's answer.

"Once a day.  Maybe more.  Please, Karl, stick it in me."

"I thought you didn't like sex," Grandpa said.

"I ..." She stopped speaking and she looked confused.

"What's wrong?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm not sure.  I started to say I don't like sex and that sex
with Charlie was only doing my wifely duty, but . . .  I love
sex.  I love being sexual and obedient to you, Karl.  I don't
understand, Karl.  Why do I want you so much and I didn't enjoy
Charlie?"

"Don't worry about it, sweet pussy.  Nothing matters now except
you being my woman," Grandpa said gently as he stroked her face.

"I'm your woman, your hot woman who needs fucking," she giggled
as she rubbed his nipples against his chest.

"Go into your bedroom and masturbate.  Think sexy thoughts about
me, Vicki.  Think how you can please me, but I don't want you to
orgasm."

"All right, Karl, but please hurry.  I already want you, and if I
masturbate without cumming, I'll go mad with desire," she
whispered.

Mom swayed toward her bedroom.  I'd never seen her sway like
that.  Damn, it was sexy.  While I was watching Mom's ass,
Grandpa was watching me.  He snickered.

"I was going to ask if you were with me or against me, but I can
tell from your expression you're with me," he said.

"All the way," I replied, hoping he'd catch the pun.

He chuckled, but then his eyes narrowed.  "I wasn't sure there
for a few minutes."

"Grandpa, I want her to fuck her so much . . . "

"Me, too," he said, interrupting me.  "Rick, I've wanted to fuck
your mother ever since your father brought her home to meet us.
She's one fine-looking little fox.  She's going to be my woman
now.  You heard that."

"Yes, sir.  I heard everything."

"I've always felt you're and I are like two peas from the same
pod."

"Me, too.  Even Mom says that."

"I want you with me, Rick.  I want to share the fun and pleasure
with you."

"I'd like that," I replied enthusiastically.

"If you're with me, I'll share my women with you."

"Women?"

"Yes, women.  I have more than one."

"How many?"

"We'll talk about that later," he said.

"I'm with you, Grandpa."

"Then it's your turn to be hypnotized," he said.

His eyes were piercing into me.  Maybe that's the reason I had an
uneasy feeling.

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll understand after you're hypnotized."

"Can we talk about it?" I asked.

"Rick, you saw me hypnotize your mother.  You saw me squirt
something into her mouth.  I can't let someone know that unless
they're programmed to never reveal it."

"What was it?" I asked.

"A chemical I've discovered."

My mind was whirling with the prospects of hypnotizing Julie
Allison.

"Are you going to hypnotize anyone else?" I asked hopefully.

"You've got a birthday in a few days.  I'm going to give you the
girl of your choice for a present."

"All right!  Lay back and spread `em, Julie.  Here I come!"

"Who's Julie?" Grandpa asked.

"One of the two girls I dream about."

"Who's the other?" he asked.

"Mom, but you've taken her."

"I share, and I'll do Julie for you, but I'm going to hypnotize
you first."

"Grandpa, why didn't you program Mom and Dad to get back
together?" I asked, stalling for time.

"Because I wanted her.  Charlie's happy, Rick.  Have you met
Melinda and Heather?"

"Sure.  I met them when I was visiting Dad a few weekends ago."

"They're programmed for him just like your Mom's programmed for
me.  Charlie comes home every night to two beautiful women eager
to please him.  Enough stalling.  Lie down."

"Grandpa, it's frightening to think some else controls you like
that."

"Rick, do you want to screw a lot of different women?"

"Sure, Grandpa," I replied.  `What a stupid question,' I thought.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, but . . . "

"Then lie down on the couch," he ordered.  The muscle in his jaw
twitched as his eyes narrowed to pin points.  I lay back on the
couch.

Grandpa pulled the bottle from his pocket.  He carefully filled
the dropper to the proper level, told me to open up, and squeezed
the eye dropper in my mouth.

I tingled all over.  It was a warm, fuzzy feeling that left my
brain floating away.  I tried to move and couldn't, like I was
paralyzed.  It didn't bother me.  I was too relaxed and happy to
be bothered about anything.   Grandpa starting speaking.

"Rick, listen to my voice, only my voice. I want you to relax,
totally relax.  Your conscious mind is asleep.  You hear only my
voice.  Deeper, Rick, deeper.  You are going deeper into sleep.
You feel comfortable, relaxed, and happy.  You enjoy this
feeling.  You enjoy being this open and receptive to my voice.
Deeper now, Rick.  Listen to my voice.  Each time you hear my
voice, you'll go deeper and deeper into your relaxed, warm,
happy, feeling.  Rick, you can remember everything I say.  You'll
remember being hypnotized and what posthypnotic suggestions I
give you, but you'll never discuss it with anyone except me.  No
one else.  You'll never mention it except to me.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes," I heard me say.

"Rick, you feel good about yourself.  You know you're a handsome
and intelligent man. You like people.  You're self-confident.
You'll always strive to understand people, to comprehend what
they're saying, to read their non-verbal signals, and to
determine what motivates them.  You'll think clearly.  You can
focus your mind and concentrate on what's important, whether it's
school work or pleasing a woman.  You're a positive and happy
person.  You enjoy sex.  You enjoy pleasing a woman and being
pleased by her.  You control your ejaculations until you're ready
to cum.  Rick, repeat what I've told you."

I repeated it, word for word.

"Rick, listen to my voice.  Go deeper, Rick.  Go to the deepest
level of relaxation. If I want you to be in a trance again, I
will say to you, `orange frogs.'  `Orange frogs.'  When you hear
me say that, you'll immediately go to the deepest level of the
trance.  The deepest level.  You'll always trust me.  You won't
hypnotize or overpower me.  You understand trusting, supporting
and following me are the keys to your happiness and success.  Do
you understand, Rick?"

"Yes."

"You'll obey my commands.  You'll want to please me by being
obedient and supportive of me.  You'll consciously remember and
believe everything I have said.  You'll always remember.  I'm
going to bring you up out of the trance now.  I'll count to five.
With each number, you will rise higher and higher.  When I say
five, you will be awake, happy and fully rested.  One - two -
three - four - five."

I blinked my eyes and yawned.  Grandpa was grinning down at me.
I lay still for a few minutes with my mind racing over what had
happened to me.

"Let's go, Rick.  There's a hot woman I want to fuck."

"Me, too," I said.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No.  Why?"

"If she's on the pill, I'll let you fuck her, but if she's not,
you have to be happy with a blowjob."

"Why?" I sobbed.

"I don't want you to get her pregnant," he said.  He grinned
heartily.  "That's my job."


To be continued.

Please!  Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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