The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I felt great as I walked into The Illuminate. When I did drink, I usually went to Neddy’s Hide-A-Way, kind of a honky-tonk for people my age where nobody bothered me. Not tonight! I had to be with the younger crowd to get what I needed, and I sashayed through the door like I owned the place. I was wearing a pair of black spandex pants that hugged my every curve, with a pair of black, knee-high boots with seven-inch heels and platforms. My ever-trusty bustier seemed a little tight, but I managed to stuff the girls into it, even if they did bounce more now. I decided I didn’t need any other top than that tonight.

I definitely put on a show when I came in, and a lot of hot young studs stopped to stare. Even the younger women there looked at me in envy. I was hot and I knew it. I slid onto a barstool and pulled a long cigarette from my purse, then fitted it into a seven-inch red cigarette holder. “Whiskey, neat,” I said to the bartender as I lit my cigarette. There were two guys in their early 20’s eyeing me appreciatively, two seats down. I winked at them and quickly had some company. The blond was Doug, I learned, and the redhead was Matt.

“What’s going down tonight?” Doug asked as we eyed each other up and down like pieces of meat.

“I’m what’s going down tonight,” I said, taking a sip of my drink. “The question is: On who? Are you gentlemen together?”

“Oh, Matt was just leaving,” Doug said, jerking his head toward the far side of the bar. “Weren’t you, Matt?”

“Hey, I left the last time, dude,” Matt insisted, “and you totally fucked that one up.”

“This is a special case,” Doug insisted, “and takes finesse, which you totally lack, ‘dude’.”

Matt balled his fist. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Dougie.”

Doug stepped closer. “Oh I can finish it, dipstick.”

“Boys, boys, boys,” I said, placing a hand on each chest and pushing them slightly apart. “While the thought of you two duking it out like a couple of cavemen for my affections has a certain appeal, there’s no need to get possessive.”

Doug looked at me strangely. “No?”

“No.” I brought my drink to my lips and winked at them. “There’s enough of little Natalie to go around. Know what I mean?”

Doug and Matt looked at each other and smiled.

The Schooner Inn was right next door to The Illuminate, a kind of no-tell motel place. In fact, the Schooner had been on the verge of going out of business, but that all changed when the bar opened up a few years ago. Now it was really pulling down the money on the weekends and could afford to throw out the addicts and the pimps and the hookers. A recent renovation had made it more attractive to the bar crowd too.

Doug and Matt got us a room and the three of us stumbled in to it about 2 AM. We were all feeling the booze (and a few chemicals the boys provided). As we made it in the door, I dropped my purse on the floor and walked to the bed, carrying a tube of lubricant I’d bought at the drug store that day. I plopped down and the guys were on me in an instant. Doug was the more bold of the two and he had kept my motor running all night with his pinches and rubbing. In the privacy of the room, Matt was letting his feelings be known too, and he slid a hand down my skin-tight pants to feel me up. I was wet and leaking. I sighed and let my head loll back on Doug’s shoulder while his brother (I learned earlier that they were brothers. The Branson brothers. The thought of doing two brothers at once just made me so wet!) tilted my face towards his and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my receptive mouth.

Matt’s hand felt soooo nice as he slid a couple of digits up and down my oozing cunt, where they were quickly coated with my juices. I made a mental note to shave Miss Puss the next day so she would be smooth and ready for action next time. I moaned into Doug’s mouth as I let my legs fall apart to encourage Matt on.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Doug whispered between kisses. His left hand was massaging my nipples, which tingled with every touch. I was panting into his mouth. My right hand found his crotch and I had his fly open in a heartbeat, rubbing my glam-length nails across his throbbing meat. He groaned and bucked. I pulled away. I didn’t want him to shoot. Not yet.

Matt put his hand on the back of my neck. We stared in each other’s eyes and smiled as he slowly lowered my head to his crotch. I lost contact with his eyes and focused my sight on his large cock. I was salivating as my lips were drawn to his man-meat and it slid easily into my eager mouth.

While I was giving Matt the blowjob of a lifetime, Doug was helping me slip out of my boots and pants so he could crawl underneath my crotch and start licking my scalding-hot pussy. I kept raising and lowering it. Doug got the point and every time i brought it down, he’d lick it as I rubbed it across his nose and lips. Soon I was leaking like a faucet over his young face while Matt was bucking, eager to shoot into my hot mouth. When he did, I swallowed his magnificent load.

Doug was hard, and it wasn’t long before I felt him no longer underneath me but poking me from behind. He was aiming for my cunt, but I had other ideas. I lowered myself slightly and resting my head on Matt’s thigh, I spread my asscheeks with my hands and flexed my anal muscles to wink at Doug. Soon I felt the cold lube on my ass followed by Doug’s well-oiled prick sliding up my Hershey highway.

I bought the lube specifically for this purpose. I’d never had a cock up my ass in my life. My ex had attempted that once and I swore I’d never try it again. But for some reason, I had been thinking about it all day. I had to have it. Tonight. Now. It hurt like hell, but it also felt like my ass was wired to my pussy. Through the pain I felt Miss Puss purr in a contented fashion.

Matt, meanwhile, had recovered and was kissing me with a deep, passionate tongue as his hands tweaked my nipples hard. I mewled into his mouth from his efforts. Combined with his brother’s sodomizing me, I was floating on a cloud of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish between the two.

He was hard again (I love that in young men) and I was jacking him as we kissed. I lost my rhythm on Matt’s cock as I sensed Doug shiver and felt his spunk coat the inside of my bowels. My sphincter spasmed around his rock-hard dick, eager to drain the milk from his balls. Matt was now under me and positioned his cock over my soaking wet pussy. I slammed down hard on it and felt it skewer me. I was being penetrated by them both and came, screaming and bucking, wailing like a banshee.

Fortunately, my two lovers were young and strong enough to keep up with the new me. We balled all night long.

I woke up around noon alone in the motel room. The Branson brothers were gone and the young motel manager was banging on the door demanding that I either get out or pay for the next day. I sucked him off in the room which was fun and gave me another night and time to sleep off the booze and drugs and sex of the previous night.

It was Friday and I didn’t even bother to call in to work. No fun. And fun was my middle name now. I got up around 3 PM and after a light breakfast I took off to go shopping. The girls were complaining about the bustier now and I needed something bigger again. I didn’t even want to think about my finances at the moment, so I didn’t. Miss Puss was complaining about feeling empty so I decided to prepare for the night.

I got some new clothes for my bursting tits. Then I stopped at the nail salon and got a new pattern: silhouettes of a couple in different sexual positions. While my nails were being done I checked my temperature. 101 degrees. I shrugged. I was perspiring just a little but otherwise I felt great. I felt in control. More than I ever had before in my life. I smoked three Virginia Slims while the girl finished my nails.

I had dinner and called home, but Jennifer didn’t answer. She probably knew it was me and didn’t want to talk. Like I gave a fuck! By now it was 7 PM. Time to prowl.

There was an adult bookstore on the edge of town called Pan’s Magazines and Film, and it always drew a big college crowd of lonely young men. Just perfect for a cougar like me. Richard had once taken me there when we were trying to “spice up our marriage” by watching porn movies in the back. That was about twelve years ago. It had obviously gone downhill since then (along with my marriage), which I noticed as I waltzed in and asked for tokens for the arcade. The counter man eyed me suspiciously, well aware of the increasingly slutty attire that was quickly becoming my signature style. Along with my now 46DDD breasts (encased in a halter top that stretched to the limit), my buttocks had firmed up into a rather lucious “ghetto-booty” and the pink leather miniskirt I was wearing showed it off to great effect. The very high-heeled (6 inch stilettos), thigh-high black boots I was sporting made my butt stick out that much more and gave me an incredibly sexy wiggle when I walked. If Richard could see me now, he’d blow his wad, which was pretty much what he’d been doing with other women during our marriage.

I smiled to myself as the four young men who had been looking at magazines immediately rushed to the counter for tokens and followed me through the nondescript door and the dark booths behind it.

I was calm and collected as I sat down in one of the booths with the door cracked. I lit up a Virginia Slims 120 in my holder and waited. After a few minutes, a young, nerdy-looking guy peeked in and smiled, then slowly opened the door. Nothing was said. I smiled at him and spread my legs, letting my skirt ride up just enough for him to see that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I winked.

He walked in and sat beside me on the wooden bench facing the TV encased in a plastic box. “How much?” he mouthed in silence.

I grabbed his crotch and felt his hard cock. I laughed quietly. “Seven inches, at least!” I whispered.

“Nooooo,” he hissed, his eyes rolling back in his head as I continued to fondle him. “How much money?”

I smiled, flattered that he thought I was hot enough to be a hooker. And he was right, I was. “I don’t charge, honey. Just a lonely slut looking for some fun.”

His eyes lit up. A lot. “Wow, my lucky day, huh?”

“It could be,” I husked, taking a draw on the cigarette holder. “How old are you, baby?”

“Thirty,” he lied. I raised an arched eyebrow. “Um, twenty-two.”

“The perfect age,” I husked. “I don’t date over 25, honey.”

I “dated” him three times in that booth.

The night was a blur as I spent it in that arcade, occasionally switching booths and drawing man after man into my sugary web. Young men. I wouldn’t even look at the older ones. They were beneath my radar, unable to soar like the younger ones. Tall, short, thick, thin... I lost count somewhere. Besides, there were some repeats and I couldn’t decide whether to count them once or twice anyway. I had one of them run to a nearby drug store before he could fuck me to buy a big pack of condoms. Not that I was particularly concerned, but some of the guys were not as adventurous as I.

I was more than adventurous. I was bold. I was large and in charge. I was the bitch at the controls. The boys, the boys, the boys were all in my mind. I didn’t give a damn about consequences and regrets. I was making up for lost time. There were so many young cocks out there and so little of me. So little of me left. That voice in my head was louder and louder, telling me that I was the boss; that what I said goes and then leading me in other directions when I tried to think about my job or my daughter or anything other than sex, sex, sex. It was a mental maze and I was running it with everything I had.

Sometime around 9 AM I stepped out of the darkness and into the morning sun. I was blurry-eyed, but nowhere near tired. I had boundless energy. I took my temperature and it said 102. Who gives a fuck? I tossed the thermometer out the window somewhere on the freeway. Time to go home for a bit. I needed to grab my emergency credit card and get ready for tonight’s adventure.

I came home to a mess. The front door was open and large pieces of furniture were missing from the living room. Jennifer and Hunter’s vehicles were loaded with her stuff. I walked in as my daughter was walking out with an armload of cd’s and clothes in a box.

“Jennifer,” I said, looking at her puffy, cried-out eyes. “What’s going on?” She walked past me without saying a word. Hunter was right behind her with a second armload.

“Hunter?”

He stopped. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Palmer,” he said. He blushed slightly. “Jen told me not to talk to you.” He continued out with his load.

When Jennifer walked in empty-handed, I grabbed her arm. “Young lady, you tell me what’s going on!”

She scowled at me. “I can’t take it anymore, Mom. Something’s wrong with you and you can’t see it.”

I was crying. Why was I crying? The voice in my head was telling me to shut up and just do what I was planning to do. But there are times when even the voice in your head can’t shake what you really feel.

“I—I know. I do see it, baby. I can’t stop myself. I need...” The tears stopped as suddenly as they had started. “I need to find my credit card.”

“Mom?”

“Don’t ‘Mom’ me, you ungrateful little bitch,” I replied haughtily. “If you want to leave, leave. It doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Oh, you’re hopeless!” she snapped and turned to leave, bumping into Hunter as she reached the door.

“Baby,” she told him, fighting back the tears, “my car is full. I’m going to take off now. Get the last couple of boxes and meet me at your... our place.” Hunter nodded, kissed her quick and watched her walked out the door, slamming it for effect.

He stood there in his jeans, sans shirt, watching her drive off. He had a light sheen of sweat from his moving efforts, his six-pack shining in the morning light streaming through the window. I’d never noticed before how really sexy Hunter was. Sexy and young. Miss Puss started drooling.

“W-would you like something to drink, Hunter?” I asked. I was shaking again. I couldn’t believe the thoughts running through my head. I couldn’t stop them either.

“Thank you, Mrs...” He looked at me. I mean really looked at me for the first time that morning. His eyes bulged. I told you he was big and dumb. Just the way I like them. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

I opened the fridge and bent way over, giving him a good look at my booty. I grabbed a couple of beers and tossed one to him. “Here ya go, stud. And it’s Natalie. Not Mrs. Palmer. That sounds so old.”

“Um, thank you, Natalie.” He slugged down some of the beer.

I walked up to him, pouting.“Don’t say it like that, baby. When you say it, it still sounds like you’re saying ‘Mrs. Palmer’. And it’s not Mrs. anymore.” I waved my left hand at him, wiggling a finger. “See? No ring.” I winked. “And remember that you’re not wearing one either, Hunter. Not that it would matter. Know what I mean?”

He swallowed. His eyes were still bulging and I don’t think he even noticed he was holding the beer anymore.

“Let’s get comfy,” I said, walking past him. I gave my ass the sexiest wiggle I could muster as I headed to the couch. I smiled to myself. I knew he was watching me. I told myself that I had been right about him. About all men. And I was going to prove it to my asshole daughter.

I sat down and slowly crossed my long legs, giving Hunter-boy a show. I lit a long cigarette in my holder and patted the cushion beside me. “Have a seat, baby. I won’t bite... much.”

Hunter took another long draw on his beer and sat down where I indicated. That put him close to me. Real close. I started lightly scratching his arm with my long nails.

“You know, Hunter,” I said coyly, “I always found you to be a very intriguing young man. Have you ever been with an older woman?”

The big ol’ country boy blushed. “Yeah. I dated a girl... a woman. She was about 35. We dated a couple of years ago.”

“My,” I said, turning on the charm. “You never told me. I’ll bet you’ve had a lot of women.” He laughed nervously. “Why I’ll bet women just can’t resist a stud like you.”

“Mrs. Palmer... Uh, Natalie. I really don’t think we should be having this conversation.”

“Does it make you nervous, baby?” I asked, squeezing his knee for effect. I could see the bluge in his pants and it gave me a rush knowing I had put it there. Not my daughter. Me. He was hot for me. “You don’t have to be scared. Little Natalie knows how to keep a secret.” I got in real close, our lips almost touching. “Do you?”

Hunter grabbed me roughly by the upper arms and mashed my lips against his. I managed to slip my hands somewhat around him and pull him closer. My head was going light and I didn’t know if it was the fever or the fact that I was going to fuck a young man I suddenly realized that I had always wanted. And the fact that he was my daughter’s fiancé just fueled the fire in my crotch.

“Don’t fight it, honey,” I whispered into his lips. “This will be our little secret. Jennifer doesn’t need to know a thing.”

“Oh, Mrs. Palmer...” he sighed.

“Natalie, baby. Natalie...”

I chuckled as we pulled away and began removing our clothes. This was easier than I thought. I looked over at Hunter and my pussy was doing back-flips. Damn, he was hot! I got out of that pink miniskirt faster than I ever thought I could. The thigh-high boots stayed on. By the time I had the tube top off, Hunter was nude and pawing me like a big old grizzly bear. My long nails were raking lightly across his impressive swollen member as I backed toward the sofa with Hunter pushing me in that direction.

I landed on my back on the couch, my legs spread open. To hell with foreplay! We wanted... needed each other right then and there. Hunter slid into me like my pussy was the sheath his cock had come in. It fit snuggly as he began moving it in and out. My nails dug into his back. I didn’t give a fuck if Jennifer saw the marks or not. For the moment, Hunter was mine and he and I both knew it.

We were banging like crazy and both about to come when someone shrieked “Hunter!”

Hunter spun around and looked at my daughter who was standing at the door with a look of total shock on her face. I smiled at her a wicked little smile as if to say “See? I told you all men are alike.”

“You fucking whore!” she whispered before bolting out the door.

“Jen!” he finally shouted. “Jen, I’m sorry. It’s not...” Hunter grabbed his underpants and slipped them on, taking off like a shot. “It’s not how it looks, baby!”

The hell it wasn’t! I smirked to myself as I tiptoed to the door to watch the fireworks. Hell, I was doing the little bitch a favor. Now she knew what all men were really about: pussy.

I peeked through the door, but I didn’t see either one of them. Rough hands suddenly grabbed me from either side and I felt a sting on my upper left arm right before everything went black.