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Robert’s eyes were almost closed but still he struggled to remain awake, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But she was making it hard, so hard to stay awake. The vision of the bare bouncing breasts that first ensnared him danced in his inflamed imagination. The scent of talc and baby powder filled his nostrils, tranquilizing him when he should be terrified. Her voice was cooing and inviting, promising him repose … and relief. He could no longer push away the soft hand on his cock, massaging him, stroking him, making him want to come so bad. But still he resisted. He knew, somehow, that as long as he did not orgasm he was not lost. That was her teasing almost irresistibly tempting offer: let her make him come, give in to her touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness; yield his will to hers.

How did this happen? How could he have stumbled from a difficult relation with his girlfriend into this nightmare? If he had only known Dr. Ruth was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist. He had always feared hypnosis, sensing in his depths, perhaps, that he was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was his problem with Debra; he could never stand up to her. He made good money but she kept him nearly broke with constant demands for expensive gifts. He suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when he was twenty five and was trying to trick him into making her pregnant so he would marry her. He knew he should extricate himself from her clutches before she sucked him into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That’s when he decided he needed psychological counseling to give himself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented him her bulging tummy. He had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like Dr. Ruth, who greeted him in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made her still more imposing. But she had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as she ushered him into the dimly lit office and had him sit down in such a way he could almost see up her smock. He was embarrassed to find himself constantly losing his train of thought, distracted by her large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as she crossed and re-crossed her long, stockinged legs.

She let him talk about his weakness, how Debra made him do things, asking questions about how Debra manipulated him. Before he knew it, she was paraphrasing his story back to him, telling him how weak he was and vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra’s. It was so unfair of Debra, making him stare at her breasts until he was so horny she could do anything she wanted with him. Debra knew that he could not keep his eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts, that he would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until he was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, his mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did he realize what was going on: Ruth was hypnotizing him. But by then he was at a disadvantage. He did not know when or how she had pushed down his trousers and had a hand between his legs, doing wonderful things to him as she spoke. He fought her intrusion into his mind with all his waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into his body and brain, borne on her fingers and lilting words. He was still holding out. He had to hold out!

Then he felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened his mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. She felt it too, too, and stroked him slightly faster. “That’s it Bobby! You’re going to come … so good. You’re going to let make you come. Don’t fight it. Poor, sleepy baby. You know you want to come … so bad. Come for ME Sweetie. Come and sleep. Come … to sleep. Come … to sleep. Come, Bobby!”

It was over. At her final command, Robert felt the orgasm well up and wash away his last grip on his senses. He did not explode; her manipulation of his sex had been too gentle. He overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if he could have felt embarrassment. He did not spurt; come dribbled and oozed into her hand from his softening prick. Not a little, for she had been stimulating him too well and too long. On and on, she encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down his deflating penis, milking him, draining him. “Such a good boy, Bobby. Such a lot of nice cum for Ruthie, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now Ruthie’s baby can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep, Bobby. Sleep for me.” As the light of consciousness faded, the last word the young man heard were, “Goodnight … baby.”

*****

The next words Robert heard seemed to come much later. Light streamed in a window with frilly curtains. Robert felt warm and safe and snuggled up to the large, soft, feminine body that held him close. “Oh, is my sleepy baby awake?” Robert felt a hand on between his legs. “Oh, I think so,” the voice chuckled. Such a good boy, always ready to make Mommy happy.”

Robert naturally did not think his whereabouts strange or wonder how he got here. He was just happy that he had made his Mommy Ruth happy.

“I believe Bobby is ready to make Mommy happy again. Would you like to do that, Bobby?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Does Mommy’s baby want to make Mommy really, really happy?”

“Sure, Mommy. How?”

Ruth smiled. “You know how Mommy like you to kiss her boom-booms.” Where had he dredged up that infantilism for her breasts, she wondered.

“Yes, Mommy.”

Well you can kiss Mommy other places to make her feel good, Sweetie.”

“Where, Mommy?” Ruth pulled his head to her waist. “In your belly button, Mommy?” Robert giggled.

“Yes, Baby. Mommy like that. Oh, yes! Just like that.” Ruth was glad that it was a long hard tongue of a healthy young man in her navel. It was making her wet again.

“Mommy likes that a lot, Bobby. Now a little lower.”

“Mommy, you have hair down there!”

“Yes, Baby, I do. Do you like it? I can shave it all off if you don’t”

“I like it Mommy, but it tickles my nose.”

“Just push it aside and keep kissing Mommy. Yes, Oh Yes!” Ruth gasped.

“You smell funny, Mommy.”

“Yes, sweetie. That’s because Mommy is really enjoying the way you kiss her down there. Do you like my Mommy smell?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

Ruth was in heaven. With little prompting he was licking her pussy lips, them moving, teasing and playing with her. His bitch girlfriend had apparently trained him will. Her loss. Ruth could feel an orgasm approach and his tongue hadn’t even touched … “Yes BABYYYYYY!”

Ruth screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm hit her. Hard. She always came hard when she was well eaten. This boy was amazing, a natural submissive, eager to please. She could hardly believe her luck. A naïve and soon-to-be-rich, Baby-faced stud had walked into her office and practically asked her to enslave him. She had almost laughed aloud watching his knees grow week as he stared at her in her mini-smock and well-displayed breasts. She made sure he saw a lot more of those puppies. He was so ashamed of getting an erection as she shot him the beaver as while talked, he paid no attention to her subtle induction. How easily she slipped him into a light trance and made him pull down his pants. Bingo! His cock was already dribbling precum. No man had ever been able to resist her once she got her hand on his prick.

Oh, the boy had struggled -- cute but ineffectual efforts that she soothed away with her hand on his sex. And when he went under it was deep. She had no trouble taking him home with her. In fact, she could not resist having him escort her, his arm around her waist like a young lover in the thrall of a mature woman -- as he was, but in ways passersby could not suspect. Conditioning him had been even easier than she expected. Because of his amazingly quick recovery, he was soon horny again and ready to fucked back into a trance, deeper each time. And this perfect treasure was HERS. The possibilities were astounding.

She looked into his alert but uncomprehending eyes. Robert was startled, but quickly saw that Mommy had screamed with pleasure, not pain. Pleasure he had given her. He waited happily as Mommy panted several minutes before she could speak.

“Such a good baby,” she sighed, still a little out of breath from coming. “You make Mommy Ruth very happy, Baby. I’m going to keep you for my baby. Do you like that?”

Robert nodded. He had never considered that Mommy would NOT keep him. He was glad.

“You are such a good baby Mommy’s going to play a game. Do you want to play a game with Mommy?” she asked, adjusting her breast to allow Robert to nurse more comfortably.

Well of course he did. Anything for his Mommy.

“You are Mommy’s big baby, right Bobby?

Robert nodded.

“And I’m your Mommy.”

Robert nodded again, a little confused by Mommy’s questions.

“But you are such a BIG baby that to other people, you don’t look like Mommy’s baby at all.” Robert listened, trying to understand. “So we are not going to tell them you are my baby.”

Robert frowned, but Mommy Ruth kissed his forehead and returned his head to her breasts and let him be happy again. “It’s alright, Baby. When you are alone with me, your will be my sweet little baby, but when we are with other people, Bobby, we are going to pretend you are a grown up, like my boyfriend.”

Ruth chuckled to herself leaving Robert in the dark but unconcerned. He was going to be playing a game with Mommy, making people think he was Mommy’s “boyfriend.”

“Yes, Bobby, other people are going to think that you are Mommy’s handsome new boyfriend and Mommy’s friends are going to be so jealous.”

Ruth laughed in anticipation and Robert did too, although in his present state he did not know what “jealous” meant. Ruth could hardly wait to show him off. Susan, whose balding husband never screwed her more than once a week, and Janet, whose perpetual boyfriend had to be bribed and threatened before he would go down on her, would drool when they saw Robert. And they would kill to have a prick like Robert’s to keep their horny cunts satisfied.

“And that’s not all of the game, Baby,” Ruth said, an idea forming in her mind. “I am going give you a baby brother of sister to play with and take care of. Will you do that for Mommy?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy. I will. I promise!”

“Good boy. And do you know what else, Baby? Mommy is going to let you HELP her make the new baby,” Ruth added squeezing Robert half-hard cock

“Really, Mommy? Can I do that, Mommy?” Robert asked excitedly, willing but not knowing how to help Mommy make a baby.”

“Oh, Baby, can you!” Ruth replied with a rather un-motherly growl that Robert did not pick up on. “You may have, already!” she muttered under her breath, running a hand into her soppy pussy where the remains of several shots of Robert’s thick cum were still leaking out. She had hit the jackpot with this one!

“How, Mommy?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Baby. Mommy will show you exactly how. It’ll be so much fun for Baby – and for Mommy!”

“OK, Mommy. What do I do?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do anything, Baby. Mommy will take care of everything,” she cooed and began to massage Robert’s prick more vigorously. “Do you like that, Baby?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy. It feels good. What are you doing?”

“I’m playing with your ‘thingie,’ Bobby. You’re a big boy and a big boy likes to have his Mommy play with his thingie, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Mommy!”

“I know you do baby. And Mommy likes it too. Mommies love to play with big thingies like my Bobby’s. We like to make thingies feel really good so they will get really big. Do you know why, Baby?”

“’Cause you love me, Mommy?” Robert asked hopefully.

“Oh, yes, Baby. Mommy does love her big baby." "And his horse cock," she thought. Even though she had spent the night fucking him, Ruth was getting excited again as she saw Robert’s penis growing longer and rounder. He was amazingly well hung for such an otherwise small man, long and thick the way she liked them. Involuntarily she licked her lips. She was tempted to take him in her mouth right there. She had enjoyed his smooth, tasty cock the night before, but had discovered he had little control when his penis was surrounded by a warm, sucking, feminine mouth. She wouldn’t mind another mouthful of his cum, but she had bigger plans for this load of sperm. She felt her pussy juicing up.

“But that’s not the only reason, Baby. When I made your thingie big, it is going to help Mommy make a baby for us.”

“Really Mommy? How?”

“By going inside of Mommy.”

“How can my thingie go inside you, Mommy?

“Here, I’ll show you, Baby.” She guided his hand between her legs.

“You’re wet down there, Mommy,” Robert giggled. “Did you go pee pee?”

“No, sweetheart, Mommy didn’t ‘go pee pee.’ Mommy is wet because she is excited that your thingie is going to go into her to make a baby. Feel here." She drew his fingers to her pussy lips and pushed.

"Mommy! You've got a hole in your tummy!" Robert exclaimed. By instinct or forgotten experience with his girlfriend Robert began sawing his fingers in and out of Ruth's flowing pussy. The pleasure was so intense she could hardly breathe.

"Yes, Oh yes, Bobby. Mommy's got a hole. And that's where you're thingie goes, right in that hole to make a baby with Mommy.”

“Here, Mommy?”

At that moment Robert’s fingers touched her clit. This, plus the knowledge that soon the young man’s fire-hose cock would be filling her fertile womb with baby-making jism, caused Ruth to explode in orgasm. “Yes, Baby! Make Mommy come. Make Mommy come, come so good, oh yes, yes, Baby,” Ruth babbled almost incoherently as the climax swept over her.

“That was so fucking good! Damn! I want it! Give me that cock! I’ve gotta have that fucker in me now. Oh shit!” Ruth raved as she scrambled on top of Robert. Her role as Robert’s “Mommy” was forgotten as the sex-crazed woman squatted to position her pussy over the upright pole of the prone young man and hurriedly crammed it into her overheated box. “Yes! Oh yes!” she gasped.

“Mommy, Mommy! What are your doing?” Robert cried, his juvenilized mind alarmed by Mommy’s erratic behavior.

Robert’s anguished words and the relief of feeing the large prick at last slide deep into her pleasure hole brought Ruth back to who she was supposed to be. “S’OK, Baby! Mommy’s just letting Baby make her feel really good, sweetheart,” Ruth gasped. “Soooo good! Such a good Baby!” Slowly she began riding him.

Robert relaxed, reassured that Mommy was happy and soothed by the delightful friction of her slippery pussy sliding up and down on his “thingie.” Instinctively he began to thrust up on her down strokes.

“That’s it baby. Help Mommy. Do you like it? Do you like helping Mommy make a baby?”

Conscious memories of his former girlfriend erased and having been less than conscious during the repeated fuck sessions from the night before that had molded his mind to Ruth’s lustful will, Robert could not remember anything as wonderful as this feeling. “Oh, yes, Mommy. I like making a baby with YOU!”

“That’s good, sweetheart.” “Good? It’s fucking great!” Ruth grunted to herself. “Having that ax handle of a cock in me.” “You’re doing it just right, Honey, putting a baby in Mommy’s tummy!”

“In your -- uhh -- tummy -- uhh -- Mommy?” Robert asked between thrusts as the large woman threw herself down on him, grinding her pussy against his groin with more and more urgency, almost knocking the wind out of the slight young man.

“Yes, Bobby. A baby. A baby that will make Mommy’s tummy get sooooo big! Is that what you want, Bobby?”

“Oh, yes -- uhh -- Mommy. You’ll be -- uhh -- real pretty -- uhh -- with a big -- tummy.”

Ruth suppressed a chuckle. She had reduced Robert’s conscious mind to that of a 4 year old, but he still thought like a man! “And what about Mommy’s boom booms, Bobby? Mommy’s boom-booms are going to get really big and full of milk for out baby. Will you like that?”

“Sure, Mommy-- uhh -- I like you -- uhh -- with big, big -- uhh – boom-booms!” Ruth laughed aloud this time. Robert wasn’t thinking like a man, she realized; men just thought like 4-year old boys.

“Are you sure, Bobby? Mommy’s boom-booms are going to make a lot of milk. You may have to help the new baby and drink some of Mommy’s milk. Do you want to do that, Bobby? Suck milk out of Mommy’s big hard boom-booms?”

“Yes, Mommy! Oh Mommy! Mommy!”

Ruth wasn’t surprised that had done it. She felt him tremble, his breath stop. He was about to come. “Do it baby! Just let go. Let your thingie put a baby in Mommy. Let…”

“Agggggghhhgh!” Robert’s roar interrupted her and Ruth felt the familiar warmth slam into her. Again. And again!

“Yessssssss!” Ruth’s own orgasm caught her off guard. Her pussy clamped down on Robert’s jism-spewing prick and for a few seconds the ecstasy must have made her loose consciousness.

When Ruth came to her self she had collapsed on the young man, almost suffocating him with her breasts. She saw that Robert was beyond bliss: his eyes closed, his breathing slow. His mind was blanked by ecstasy: hers to do with as she pleased, to fill with her thoughts, her desires, her feelings.

But not now. A pussy full of warm thick cum, a still-hard dick plugging her up, holding in a lake of baby-making seed, and the afterglow of the mind-blowing orgasm took their toll on Ruth, too. She was sleepy. There was nothing that needed doing. Robert was already totally hers and she could continue to deepen his conditioning later. Moreover, she had the feeling she had already gotten her wish. She would continue making sure the young man kept her pussy awash in potent sperm, but the strength of that last climax told her this was the load that had had done her. Even now one of her eggs would be selecting the fastest, strongest sperm to invite in and incorporate. Mommy was going to have a baby! Ruth sighed happily and repositioned Robert’s mouth on her breast. As her nipple found his lips he began mindlessly to nurse as she intended. Lulled by his gentle sucking, Ruth drifted off, joining her handsome slave in sex-sated slumber.