The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

When we get back to our umbrella, Howard’s sitting alone on a towel, a conqueror reclaiming territory he’s let slip.

I can tell at once that Howard’s not a happy bunny. Doctor Montgomery’s nose is definitely out of joint.

He immediately sets into Mom:

“You’ve been gone a long time, Teresa. I was wondering where you’d got to!”

His tone is so self-righteous, he’s so pompous, I almost blurt out that my mother’s been gone a long time because she was sucking my cock in the sand dunes and it felt so good we couldn’t care less what Howard might be wondering.

I bite my tongue.

Mom bristles. It’s good to see her finally standing up to her creepy boyfriend even if only in the mildest way:

“You were busy talking to Gracie, Howard!” She’s still hurt. She’s still upset about Howard chatting up Gracie. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I went for an innocent walk in the dunes with my family!”

Howard puffs his chest out:

“So? I was busy talking to Gracie. I was only advising Gracie not to drink quite as heavily as she does…”

”And telling her she has a perfect body!” blurts Mom. “Unlike your over-weight fiancé!”

I nearly jump out of my skin. Fiancé? Mom’s engaged to this jerk, and she didn’t even mention it to me and Sandra?

Howard preens:

“Tut tut, Teresa. If one’s fiancé needs to shed a few pounds, who better to tell her than her future husband?”

Future husband? I feel like hitting the bastard. Only a couple of hours ago, Gracie’s son Bernard was telling me how Howard’s been hitting on his mother too! Talking about the ‘ideal future wife’ to Gracie! Praising her perfect body! It’s clear that Gracie must have rebuffed his advances. It’s immediately obvious that Mom’s friend rejected Howard’s attempt to hit on her. Gracie’s got more sense than my poor dopey mother.

I can feel Mom already starting to soften and give in to Howard’s overbearing manner.

“… Well, Howard… I suppose… if you and Gracie were really only… talking…”

Howard preens:

“Talking, my dear, about the higher things in life, the ideals that all of us must live up to. It’s a tragedy your friend, with her lovely body, is so deaf to higher ideals. Come now, give your future husband a kiss.”

And that’s it. Mom’s putty in his hands. She’s straight back under Howard’s thumb, gratefully accepting the peck on the lips he gives her, his thin lips awarding the merest peck to my mother’s plump sensuous lips, oblivious of the fact that less than twenty minutes ago they were stretched tight around my rock-hard cock sweetly accepting the hot load I was pumping down her throat.

Sandra snorts at the spectacle. My little sister loathes Howard as much as I do. Sandra scowls at how easily my former feminist Mom slips back under the yoke so easily. Gracie scowls…

… But she won’t stop glancing at me either…

… With a wry look on her face…

… Thinking about the moment she came round the lea of the dune and caught Mom giving me a blow-job…

… I can feel my bratty little sister making plans of her own…

Mom and Howard go for another swim. This time, when they parade down to the water’s edge Howard deigns to take my mother’s hand. Mom’s already glowing with pride again at being Howard’s chosen one.

While they’re in the water I catch sight of Gracie’s son Bernard. I hurry over:

“Hey, man. What is it with your Mom and Howard? What happened, bro?”

Bernard shrugs:

“Nothing, man. My Mom’s so cool, Matty.”

“What happened? Howard was coming on to her so hot! Flattering her, advising her, sweet talking her! Why’s he back with my Mom so quick?”

Bernard grins:

“My Mom’s a feminist. She don’t go for any of that shit. My Mom doesn’t like being advised about anything. Howard asked her if she’d like to go see a movie.”

“He what?”

Howard’s engaged to my Mom and he’s asking her best friend for a date?

Bernard smiles:

“Mom told him to go fuck himself.”

I watch my Mom and Howard cavorting decorously in the surf. My big, beautiful, dopey mother… she’ll never tell Howard to go fuck himself in a million years…

Not long after we get back from the beach, Sandra comes into my room. The way she drifts in, in a pair of skin-tight, low-cut jeans and a stretchy tube top, I immediately feel tense.

The same bratty tone of voice my little sis always uses when she’s intruding on my personal space:

“Hey. Bro. What ya doin’?”

She’s my sister. We share the same mother and the same absentee father. It’s impossible she should be offering me her smoking hot body like this.

I say:

“Nothing. Just fiddling round with some footage. Why?”

I’m at my desk with my sound board and editing suite, working on some music videos that interest me.

She sidles over.

“Oh. Just askin’.”

Her jeans are so low-cut, supple hip ligament flexes miles above her waistband, the blue and purple claws of her scorpion tattoo climbing her silky groin, letting you know the tattoo’s gold-tipped sting is pleasuring her hot little pussy.

Her hip grazes my elbow.

“… Oo… that’s interesting…”

“Leave me alone, Sandra. I’m busy.”

I may have done bad things with my Mom, I may have incestuous feelings for my mother—feelings which I’m struggling to control— that doesn’t mean I want to get into hot water with my own sister.

“… Mm-mmm… busy, uh…?”

She leans over me, pretending to get a closer look at my screen. Her tube top’s about three inches wide, an elasticated bandeau enveloping her bud-like tits.

I say:

“How’s Mario? I thought Mario was the love of your life. The dude you picked up down in Florida.”

She preens:

“… I didn’t pick him up, Matty… Mario picked me up…”

I shrug:

“You fuck him?”

I don’t know why I’m asking. It’s none of my business. I don’t want to know.

Sandra pouts:

“… Of course I fucked him, Matty… that don’t mean I love him or anything…”

She’s adhered to my back, pretending to be interested in my screen, her slim body cupping the back of my muscular body, her size zero tits grazing some erect nipple across my shoulder.

I’ve got to be strong. I need to tell her to piss off, get out of my room, right now. I murmur:

“Mario fuck good?”

She moues, an expert at a wine tasting judging this year’s vintage.

“… Mm-mmm… not bad… you know… a bit over eager… but pretty satisfying once I got him to calm down and take things easy…”

My cock aches. A shiver of pleasure tingles my penis. My big cock suddenly feels heavier in my pants.

I decide to tell her I’m not interested. I make up my mind to make it clear to her that I’m her brother, her big brother, we share the same blood, we’ve grown up in the same family. It’s time to tell her to leave my room immediately.

I mutter:

“That’s good.”

Her hot cunt grazes my spine through the skin-tight crotch of her jeans, lets me know how good Mario fucked her.

She breathes in my ear:

“… Yeah, but… not as good as my big brother…”

I haven’t even got a girlfriend! Sandra’s perfectly aware that I’ve never even slept with my girl. She knows full well how my screwed-up feelings for my Mom, for our Mom, have kept me away from younger girls.

Her pussy nestles against my spine, let’s me feel its steady pulsing, through cotton and denim.

She kisses my ear:

“… He’s not as big as my brother either…” My breath catches in my throat. “… I know… I saw it with my own eyes…”

“… Look… Sandra…” The moment’s arrived. My little sister’s blackmailing me. “… Me and Mom… in the sand hills… it’ll never happen again… I promise…” I really mean it. “… It only happened once…”

She laughs out loud:

“Only once? What about the woods?”

“… Yeah… well… the woods too… but it’ll never happen again… I promise…”

Sandra pouts:

“… Oo… I don’t care what you promise, Matty… it’s already happened… if people only knew how wicked my big brother is…!”

“Sandra, you can’t. You mustn’t!”

Her voice goes all innocent and girlish:

“… Mustn’t what, Matty…?”

“For Christ’s sake! Tell anyone!”

The stool rocks.

She’s sitting on my knee. Her bony little bottom makes itself comfortable on my throbbing cock.

“Why not, Matty? Don’t you want people to know you deep throat our mother with you big cock? How much hot spunk you pump down our mother’s throat!”

“No! No I don’t! Get outta here!”

I push her off me:

“If you try and tell anyone… anyone at all… I’ll… I’ll deny it…!…. I’ll say it never happened… I’ll say it’s just my fucked-up little sister’s fucked-up imagination… people will believe me, not someone crazy like you…!”

The sand hills were empty. There wasn’t another person out on the dunes when Sandra caught me and Mom together.

Sandra’s wild. My little sister’s a total brat. People will believe me, not her. The idea of a Mom sucking her son’s cock in the dunes is unthinkable. Everyone will assume it’s just my little sister’s twisted imagination.

She slides off my lap, quivering from head to toe, bristling with disbelief and indignation. Sandra’s not used to having her smoking hot body rejected.

Her scorpion tattoo flexes above her skimpy waistline.

“… But…” Her big doe eyes go wide and round. “… But… don’t you want to fuck me, Matty…?”

I mutter:

“No! No I don’t! Get outta here!”

It seems that the fracas at the beach between Howard, my Mom and my Mom’s best friend Gracie has altered relations between my mother and her boyfriend.

Howard is no longer just my mother’s boyfriend, he’s her fiancé. No formal announcement was made. No engagement party was held. It just happened. One day Mom is Howard’s ‘girlfriend’, the next day she’s his ‘betrothed’. They’re going to get married. Mom and Doctor Howard Montgomery’s relationship has moved up a gear.

Her creepy fiancé comes round our house even more often than before. Howard eats with us almost every night now, still complaining about the food, still criticizing my mother’s outfits, with a greater right to find fault now that he’ll soon be her husband.

Mom’s thrilled. My mother’s on cloud nine. She goes around in a permanently flustered state, with a permanently dreamy expression on her face. Being head-over-heels in love suits her. Her flush of pre-bridal excitement makes her face even more beautiful and chunky body even more voluptuous and alluring. There are moments when I want to use the trigger word, ‘easy’, and turn her into my sex slave again and fuck her stupid, and this time take it all the way, not just oral and finger love. My need becomes so bad I nearly give way and say the trigger word and satisfy my desire for my mother’s bootylicious body… but… she’s my Mom… I just can’t… it’s impossible… she’s the mother who bore me in her womb and gave birth to me… I can’t… I mustn’t… I promised my little sister I’d never have sex with our Mom again.

What I can do is stop my Mom from marrying Howard. What I can do, and I need to do it quickly, is break up their engagement, put an end to Mom and Howard’s love affair once and for all. What I can do is get rid of Doctor Howard Montgomery for good, get him out of our family and out of my mother’s big, dopey loving heart…

… And I know how to do it…

I have full control over my mother’s subconscious mind. The limbic regions of her brain are open to my every suggestion and command. In the hypnotic trance state my Mom obeys my every instruction… not just to suck my cock or let me eat her out… to make her hit on Howard if I want to… to make her come on to Howard so hot and whore-y he’ll run a mile… to overcome my jealousy and force my mother to seduce her prudish, uptight fiancé so blatantly shock and disgust will drive Howard away forever.

I’ve done it once already. For a split second. For a mere instant, in the living room, the night Howard took her to the cinema. Mom in her throat-to-ankle rainbow-hued robe I thought a command straight into her head— ‘rub your body against Howard’— and she did, Mom squashed her beautiful big wobbly tits against Howard’s shoulder… she jiggled her sumptuous cleavage hard and hot on her boyfriend’s scrawny shoulder… her chunky body crushed tight against him, her toned legs enveloped his lean leg, her juicy cunt rubbing against his bony thigh in the middle of the living room, letting him know how wet and ready to fuck she was… for a couple of horrifying seconds my Mom was hitting on her prudish boyfriend like the sex slave she really is, before I said the trigger word to snap her out of it and made some dumb excuse—tripping on the rug—for her shocking behavior.

Howard looked really put out that night. Just a split-second’s lust, and her uptight, moralistic boyfriend was extra pissed. Doctor Howard Montgomery was shocked and disgusted. This time I’ll overcome my jealous feelings and make him so shocked and disgusted he’ll never want to see Mom’s face again.

I can even ruin Howard himself in the process, make such a scandal of a Moral Tutor preying on the innocent mother of one of his students, Howard will lose his job. The college will kick him out on his ear. His career as a tutor will be over. I’ll teach the bastard to come messing with my mother. I’ll show him what happens to people who fuck with our family. I’ll free my mother of her infatuation and ruin Doctor Howard Montgomery into the bargain.

I decide to record the moment when my mother hits on Howard and he succumbs to her alluring body. It will be hard watching footage of a creep like Howard possessing my mother’s smoking hot cunt, but I want to destroy him entirely. Yes. I’ll make a recording of my Mom seducing Howard and tell him I’ll post it on the internet if he doesn’t leave town immediately.

The logistics are easy. It’ll be better if the sex act doesn’t take place in our house. Howard’s office will be perfect. His Moral Tutor office at college where Howard delivers his sermons to selected groups of ideologically favored students.

I’ll put my Mom into a deep trance and tell her to go and visit her fiancé’s office. Recording the seduction will be easy. There’s security cameras in every tutorial room in the college. I’ve attended seminars in Howard’s office myself. There’s CCTV cameras in every corner of the ceiling, recording everything that happens in the room twenty-four/seven.

I drop into the Head of Security’s office. The Head of Security likes me, with my knowledge of video techniques I’ve helped him out a few times when the CCTV system’s gone down.

I choose a time when the Head of Security is due to have his lunch. A large, cheerful man, Mister Nugent never misses his lunch.

He leaves me alone for an hour in the Central Control Room with its banks of CCTV screens that no one ever looks at and the millions of hours of video footage that no-one ever watches.

It’s a matter of minutes for me to open the computer that controls the CCTV network and link Howard’s ceiling cameras directly to my phone. I now have video access to everything that takes place in Howard’s office.

Next, I sit in on one of Howard’s tutorials, in his office, on ‘The Attractions Of Decency’. It’s the most boring hour I’ve ever spent in my life. While Howard’s droning on about the ‘Genetic Advantages Of Self Restraint’ I fix a microphone to the underside of my chair and hook the audio up to my phone. I now have access to every sound that’s made and every word that’s spoken in Howard’s office.

Now all I need to do is choose the right time, when Howard’s alone in his office—I don’t want anyone poking their nose in— and I can put Mom into a trance and instruct her to go visit her fiancé in his office.

Once she’s there, alone with Howard, I can place the necessary commands in her brain to hit on Howard with the full force of her maternal, feminine allure.

I run an experiment to ensure that I can plant commands in my mother’s neural complex long distance by the sheer power of concentrated thought.

I hypnotize her before she goes out food shopping. I stay at home in my bedroom while she’s out. When I know she’s in the mall doing the shopping I think ‘buy a bottle of wine’—a thing Mom’d never normally dream of doing, Howard will be outraged— into her subconscious mind. She comes home with a twenty-two dollar bottle of Asti Spumante.

A strange excitement takes hold of me. I’ve never put my hypnotic powers to such an ambitious use before, but the happiness of our family depends on it.

I seem to have been successful with my sister too. Sandra hasn’t made any more attempts to seduce me. She was bluffing when she said she’d tell people about what happened in the sand dunes. I called her bluff and now I’ve escaped my hot little sister’s slutty tentacles too.

For the next few days Sandra keeps herself to herself. She talks tough. She carries on as if nothing concerns her, not even disgracing our family or hurting our mother’s feelings, but when it comes to the crunch my little sis is unable to carry through on her threats to expose me.

Life’s improving. Howard will soon be gone, and I’ve stood up to my little sister as well. In fact my showdown with Sandra has even helped me in my struggle with my incestuous feelings for my mother. I told Sandra I’d never touch our Mom that way again, and I’m keeping my promise. A full five days have passed now and I’ve overcome the temptation to say the trigger word, ‘easy’, every time my mother’s beauty has threatened to overwhelm me.

Things even loosen up a little when my mother’s cougar, mid-thirties, feminist friends come round to drink wine in our kitchen.

“Oo! Look who’s here! It’s Matty!”

My mother’s mates greet me with their usual friendly mockery. Friendly, because I’m their friend’s son. Mocking because, though I’m only nineteen and a bit of a doink, I’m still a man.

“God’s gift to woman!”

“Mister he man himself!”

Gracie. Chantelle. Chloe. Sureya and Jilly. Drinking white wine and gossiping about what a waste of space men are.

Gracie, survivor of three divorces, and still slim and perky, her toned body just made for skinny gold lamé jeans and a black fishnet singlet.

Chantelle, her ex a notorious rapper, but Chantelle’s still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, not afraid of sporting a pair of short shorts nearly as skimpy as Sandra’s.

Chloe, always in work boots, but you can tell how toned her petite ass is, even through a pair of overalls.

Sureya, more conservatively dressed, still recovering from her tyrant ex’s fashion demands, but the low-cut sundress lets you know how full and sumptuous her tits must be.

Jilly the chunkiest of Mom’s friends. Jilly’s nearly as voluptuous as Mom herself. Unlike Mom but, Jilly is a Fat-Is-Beautiful advocate, and pretty curvaceous with it.

They crow and chortle:

“He man Matty!”

“The man of the house!”

‘The man of the house’ is another sarcastic piece of banter in their repertoire.

I’m tall and quite well built. People say I’m good looking. But that doesn’t make up for me being a male. Mom’s friends have made fun of me ever since I was little.

They’ve been hitting the Asti Spumante pretty hard as usual, all except Mom who’s drinking orange juice and mineral water, back under Howard’s thumb— Mom was never really out from under Howard’s thumb. Except for my Mom, the ‘girls’ are all a bit plastered, particularly Gracie.

Jilly chuckles.

“… Poor old Matty… he can’t help being a sexist pig… but we’ll forgive him, won’t we girls, because he’s Teresa’s son and… well… he is rather hunky…!”

Hoots of laughter. Shrieks of derision. But I don’t mind. Mom’s friends are all feminists. They think men are pompous stuck-up morons. They don’t mind letting you know their beliefs about sexist pigs, but… I can’t help it… I like them. I like all of them. Mom’s mates are okay. They’re laid-back, relaxed and confident. Gracie and Chantelle and Chloe and Sureya and Jilly are nice. You can’t help liking them and…

‘… He is rather hunky…!’

… The way Jilly chuckles…

… Breathing white wine and pink lip-gloss in my direction…

… Jilly’s giving me the same hot vibes as Gracie…

… Gracie’s smiling knowingly, catching my eye, privately remembering, just the two of us, how she sucked my cock in the garage…

… In fact all of the ‘girls’ are suddenly giving me the glad eye…

I go hot all over. Hypnotizing Mom has changed me. I’m not myself any more. Planting trigger words in my mother’s brain has somehow made me more desirable as a man. My mother’s friends are teasing me mercilessly like they always do, but they fancy me too!

I should never have meddled with the hypnotic state. Turning my Mom into a sex slave is changing me, as a male human being. I’m more desirable than I used to be. I’m more attractive than I ever was before. I’m the predatory abuser and heartless rapist Mom’s feminist friends rightly abhor—and they fancy me— I’ve nearly fucked my own mother three times already, in the shower, in the woods, I would have fucked her stupid in the sand hills if my little sister hadn’t interrupted us.

Something terrible is happening. I never realized being desirable could feel so terrible. I didn’t know that being ‘… rather hunky…’ feels horrible. My little sister fancies me too. Her big doe eyes wide and round: ‘… but… but don’t you want to fuck me, Matty…?’

Gracie’s eyes pass over me, a full-body, blurry, drunken heatwave. She moues:

“… Yes… Matty’s a sexist pig… but he’s a nice sexist pig…”

If Mom hadn’t interrupted us I would have fucked Gracie too, between the freezer and the car. She makes a face:

“… A much nicer sexist pig than that fiancé of yours, Teresa…”

If only Gracie had accepted Howard’s advances, maybe even accepted a proposal of marriage from Howard, got herself a fourth husband, it would have saved me a lot of trouble.

My mother’s indignant of course:

“Howard isn’t a sexist big, Gracie! How can you say that? Howard’s very strict when it comes to sexism.”

Mom’s still standing up staunchly for her loved-one.

My arrangements to get rid of Howard and end my mother’s infatuation with her creep of a boyfriend are nearing completion.

There’s just one more night to go before I put my plan into action when, coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped firmly round my waist, I walk into my bedroom and find my little sister spread out on my bed in a skimpy pink nightie that can only mean one thing.

My heart sinks. I thought I’d put on end to Sandra hassling me. It’s flattering having a pretty eighteen-year-old girl attracted to you, especially when her body’s as hot as Sandra’s, but not when she’s your little sister, not when you’ve got enough problems as it is with the incestuous things I’m feeling for my mother.

She looks me up and down, my ripped pecs, my muscular abs, the towel wound firmly round my powerful hips. She gives me a cheeky grin:

“Have a nice shower, bro?”

It’s time to get serious. It’s time to give her a good stern talking to, make her see that I’m not interested, get my little sis out of my hair once and for all.

I say:

“Yes. Now get out of here, will you? I’ve got a big day tomorrow. I want to go to bed.”

She props herself up on one elbow in some boudoir pose she learned in a teeny magazine:

“You can go to bed if you want to, Matty. There’s plenty of room.” She pats the empty bedspread next to where she’s lying. “No one’s stopping you.”

The nightie’s pretty much transparent. The pink nylon shows off her small, bud-like breasts through a haze of clingy flounces. God knows where she bought the thing. It can only have been in a sex shop. The pink strings tied round her throat dangle a pair of pink pom poms down her flat cleavage, cuddly pink balls stirring lazily in time to her softly drawn breath.

The flouncy hem stops halfway up her pert butt. Her scorpion tattoo slithers up her groin in a clinging mirage of glossy pink.

She parts her legs.

Her pussy glows smooth and dewy like she’s only just finished shaving it. Her moist slit’s already glistening wetly.

I firm up my voice. I speak loud and clear. I make sure there can be no misunderstanding:

“You’re my sister!”

She moues:

“… So…?”

“It’s illegal. We’re the same flesh and blood.”

She shrugs.

“… So-ooo… ?… you fuck Mom… that’s incest, isn’t it…?”

My face burns:

“I do not fuck Mom! That was just… it was just an unfortunate accident…”

Sandra props herself up higher on her elbow. The pom poms roll around between the small, toned protrusions of her breasts, shimmering under the gauzy material. She laughs:

“… Unfortunate…?… it looked pretty fortunate to me…”

I feel a stab of guilt even worse than the guilt that’s already torturing me. Sandra’s right. If she hadn’t come round the lea of the sand hill when she did I would have ended up fucking my own mother. The feeling was so strong, Mom’s hypnotized lips felt so hot and juicy clamped round my throbbing cock, my mother was so completely under my control… she wanted me to fuck her… there’s no way I could have stopped myself.

I mutter:

“… Yeah… well… it aint gonna happen again… ever again… n you’re not telling anyone, either…!”

I clench my fist, show her I mean it.

She bridles:

“… Oh… ?… really… not tell anyone… ?… I can tell whoever I want…!”

I sneer:

“… Yeah… and they won’t believe you… I’ll deny it ever happened… you can tell as many people as you like n no one will believe you… not with a reputation like you’ve got…”

It’s my last hope. It’s my only chance of safety. Sandra’s reputation. She’s a notorious fibber. She’s got herself into hot water before, telling lies about people. Sandra’s particularly unreliable when it comes to boys and sex.

She’s put on a glittery ‘wet’ lip gloss. She grins:

“… Yeah… well… they might not believe me… but they’ll believe this…”

“Ey?”

She’s holding up her phone!

Sandra’s never without her i-Phone 15. She takes it with her everywhere, even when she’s hitting on her big brother.

She sneers:

“… They’ll believe this when they see it…”

I don’t even have to look. I know exactly what the flashing colors and the sliding shapes on her screen are.

She filmed us. She video-d Mom sucking my cock in the sand dunes.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“… Wouldn’t I… ?… there’s plenty of people’ll be interested, Matty… a cock as big as yours… n Mom looks like she’s pretty expert too… it’ll get loads of views… on these sites I know… especially when people know it’s a son and his mother…”

I make a grab for her phone:

“… Don’t snatch…!… I’ve made a back-up, Matty…”

She grins.

She hikes her nightie up her winged hips. Her silky thighs part. Her hot slit unfurls in a haze of succulent moisture. Her voice goes hard and cool:

“… My big brother’s gonna fuck me…”

She nods at the bulge in my towel.

“… Like he’s always wanted to fuck his little sister…”

I blurt:

“… No I haven’t…”

My towel’s tented way out at the front. The bulge is throbbing like crazy.

I mumble:

“… You’re my sister…”

She moues:

“… Mm-mmm… that makes it all the more exciting doesn’t it, Matty…?”

“… No… it doesn’t…!”

Her thumb hovers on the upload button. She shrugs:

“… Okay… suit yourself…”

I yelp:

“… No…!… stop…!”

I unfasten the towel. It drops to the floor.

Her eyes widen:

“… Oh my days…”

I mutter:

“… Okay… let’s do this… just once… alright…?”

She spreads her legs. She touches her clit. It stands up tall and tight and pale in a mess of slippery clit hood.

“… No, Matty… no way… not ‘just once’… as many times as I like… alright…?… whenever your little sister wants… any way I feel like… you know you’re the only guy I’ve ever really wanted to fuck…”

My stomach clenches. A sick dread churns in my guts. She’s my sister. She’s my own flesh and blood. I may have done bad things with my Mom, but at least I didn’t go all the way with my mother. I never will go all the way with my mother! A blowjob’s bad enough. A blowjob’s unforgivable but at least I didn’t penetrate Mom’s succulent pussy, at least I didn’t ejaculate inside my own mother!

I should never have hypnotized my Mom. I should never have planted the trigger words in her brain. Things are working out all wrong. My life’s going down the pan. I have power over my mother to do whatever I like whenever I like… and now my little sister has power over me to do whatever she likes whenever she likes…

“… Oh… oh…”

Her fingertip circles on her melting clit, wakes jerking spasms of trickling juice from where her pussy lips are parting.

She smiles:

“… Come on, Matty… I’m nice n wet…” Her finger slides knuckle-deep, into her wet cunt. “… N tight too…”

I groan:

“… Okay… okay…”

She laughs:

“… Remember when you brought me off with your fingers…?” I feel my face turn red. My body goes hot all over. “… When you felt my tattoo…?”

The memory still brands my mind with burning shame.

“… Yes…”

“… Remember how tight I was…?”

I groan:

“… Yes…”

“… Even when I’m wet…?”

Answering is impossible.

“… Remember how many fingers you get inside me when you finger-fucked me…?… go on… say it…!”

“… Three…”

“… N how nice n tight I was… even when I climaxed…?”

I groan an incoherent answer.

Her slippery finger slides in and out of her pulsing wetness. Her ass lifts off the bed, her pussy jerking and bucking, her dark eyes fixed on my rock-hard cock.

“… Oh… oh… oh-hhhhhhh…”

She spasms helplessly.

“… I’m tight, Matty… I’m so fucking hot and tight…”

She’s merciless.

“… I’m gonna be so hot n tight for your big cock you’re gonna fall in love with me for ever and ever…”

Her toned ass-cheeks glisten in the hot juice trickling from her pussy.

“… Oh fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuck…”

She’s cumming already. Her molten gash quakes on her juicy knuckle.

“... I reckon that big thing of yours is much thicker than three fingers, ey…?”

Her eyes glint. Her blue eyes are wild. My little sister’s crazy:

“… You reckon I’m gonna get it all in, Matty…?”

I climb on the bed.

I straddle her smoking hot body.

My throbbing spear-head’s aching so badly for a second I think I’m going to cum all over the pink flounces hiked up on her silky belly.

I mutter:

“… Let’s see…”

It would be better if I did spunk on her hot little belly. But that’s not happening. I’m going to fuck my little sister. I’m going to fuck her so hard she’ll never play games with me again.

She laughs:

“… Hey… take it easy, bro… slowly does it… you’re not Mario, are you…?”

Her shoulders lift. She offers me a bud-like breast through pink, see-thru nightie.

I fill my mouth with my sister’s taut, toned, barely legal flesh. I choke on wet nylon and her hot little tit. I sink my teeth into my little sis’s succulent softness.

“… Please… please…”

She’s got hold of my cock. Her hot fist’s pumping my thick shaft, ramping extra weight, more yearning stiffness, into my rock-hard spear.

“… Oh… oh… oh fuck… that feels so good…”

She doesn’t mean it. It’s what she says to Mario and all the other beach bums down in Florida. My sister’s a nymphomaniac, she says it to all the boys in the mall.

She locates her quaking fuck-hole with my cock’s thick tip.

“… Yes… yes… suck my tits… suck my hot tits just like that…”

She’s hot all over. I can feel every inch of her, every pore of her silky skin, tingling for me. My throbbing spear-head’s skating around on her slippery entrance but her breasts are where all the action’s at. My little sister’s whole body is on a hair trigger swarming her succulent softness into my mouth.

I clamp a small, tight nipple with my teeth through sopping nylon. I pincer my little sister’s perky nub through her nightie. I lavish hot saliva on her taut, tight heartbeat.

“… Oh… oh… oh fuck…”

She’s climaxing again.

“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”

A weird feeling takes possession of my mind, sweeps over my whole body.

I’m doing it right. I’m sucking Sandra’s tits exactly the way she likes. I’m teasing her juicy fuck-hole better than Mario or all the other boys put together ever teased it. It’s my first time with a woman. I’m still a virgin, technically. My fucked-up feelings for my Mom—and my little sister too—have kept me inexperienced. My little sister’s the experienced one, not me, but I’m pleasuring her like an experienced stud. I’m a seasoned stallion, keeping her waiting, making my ecstatic little sister wait for her ultimate release.

“… Yes… yes… please… fuck me… fuck me hard…”

I pull her nightie off over her head. Her breasts drive me crazy. I feast on her bud-like tits. I tongue hot promises into her bony cleavage. I lick my way down my little sister’s belly sumptuous belly.

Her hot slit jerks and thrusts. Her molten pussy searches for my cock’s thick tip.

She can wait.

I slide down the bed. You wait, baby. You can freaking wait.

I tongue her belly button. My mouth-meat stabs her luscious navel. I fuck her cute little navel wet and slippery with my tongue.

“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

A blue and purple scorpion lifts its gold-tipped sting for a burning kiss.

“… Fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”

Her cunt tastes different to Mom’s. Not as sweet and heady. The savor sharper and more urgent. A newly-luscious teenage sting on my strong tongue as I stab it into her drenched gash.

“… Yes… yes…”

She’s younger and suppler than Mom too, snaky spasms banging at my lips, not my mother’s big juicy throbs, climaxing on my lips.

She grabs my hair, drags my mouth tighter into her throbbing meltdown.

“… Ye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees…!”

Her fuck-hole spasms on my merciless mouth-meat.

“… Pease… ple-eeeeeeease… fuck me… I need you to fuck me, Matty…”

It’s my last chance, my final opportunity to climax… on her thighs, on her belly, in her mouth… wherever… she’s my sister… as long as I don’t sink it into my sister’s hot cunt…

“… Ple-eeeeeeeeeeeeeease…”

I rear up. I kneel between her legs. I part her slippery thighs with both hands. I spread her slim legs as wide apart as they’ll go. The wet envelope between her legs opens for my big cock, trickling juice, cat’s-cradled in helpless cream, pulsing sweet messages for my throbbing spear-head.

“… Please fuck me… fuck me hard…”

I slam my rock-hard cock hard and fast and deep into my sister’s hot cunt. I ram pile-driver after savage pile-driver into my little sis’s sopping gash. Her luscious wetness jerks and quakes on my big prong’s relentless gouging.

“… Oh… oh…”

Her legs go round my waist. Her heels lock my stallion buttocks in the stampeding rhythm she’s desperate for.

“… Oh… oh… oh fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

She spasms helplessly. Her tight slit ruts on stab after stab, climaxing helplessly, nymphomaniac hot.

“… Fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”

I explode inside her. I let go deep inside her. She’s my little sister. My own flesh and blood and I’m pumping surge after surge of hot cum into her sopping surrender.

I lie dead-weight on top of her. It’s over. My hot cum’s streaming down her silky ass-cheeks. I’ve filled her so full my semen’s throbbing out her stretched-tight pussy like a river overflowing its banks.

She kisses my ear. She nips my earlobe with her teeth.

“… Mm-mmmmmmm… big bro… that was good…”

You ought to feel good when you’ve just satisfied a nymphomaniac.

I feel terrible.

The nymphomaniac isn’t satisfied.

She eases my cock out of her pussy, still stiff. My stupid thing’s still rock-hard. She eases it slowly out of her wet cunt, festooned in spunk and pulsing juice.

I feel my body lift, under the force of an irresistible gravity. Her back arches. Her butt rises off the soaked sheet.

She guides my throbbing spear-head down over the slippery ridge between her pussy and her…

“… No, Sandra… no way…”

“… Yes, Matty… yes… you’re my man now…”

“… You’re my sister…”

“… And I belong to you, Matty… every inch of my smoking hot body…” Sandra’s always known how attractive she is. “… Belongs to my hunky big brother…”

I lift my body a bit more and she rolls over beneath me onto her belly.

Her ass is sensational. Toned, petite, already slippery with the hot juice and cum that’s made its way round from her pussy. Her curvaceous teenage ass-cheeks lift, taut and tight.

“… Gonna fuck my butt, big bro…?”

I groan:

“… I’m too big…”

I’m way too big. Her bottom’s too petite. Her shapely ass is way too toned and taut. Her ass-cleft’s far too tight, too breathing-takingly tight.

I whimper:

“… Mario fuck your ass…?”

“… Mm-mmm… but he’s not as big as you…”

… As if I’m supposed to feel flattered, when all I feel is guilt-stricken…

I mumble:

“… Look… I don’t want to hurt you…”

She laughs:

“… Oo… I can take a bit of pain…”

I don’t like the way she says it, the way it sounds like a promise.

I sink my thumbs into her tight butt-cleft. I part her sumptuous ass-cheeks.

I stop breathing altogether.

Her ring’s perky moue is sensationally tight. The muscle around my little sister’s ass-hole is a darker damson color than the rest of her tanned bottom.

I drizzle spittle into her perky crater. I mix it with the juice and cum, with my fingertip. I work my fingertip in a fraction of a millimeter.

Her butt spasms:

“… Ouch…!”

I freeze.

She yelps:

“… Don’t stop… go on…”

I twist my fingertip in.

“… Ow-wwwwwwwww… !”

I twist my fingertip in and in. Her hot ass grips me every inch of the way. Her rear depths quake on my knuckle. My little sister squirms helplessly.

“… Ow-wwwwwwwww-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

My cock feels a hundred times thicker than a mere finger. When I pull my finger out, her pert ring clenches shut, a sea anemone poked by a stick.

“… C’m on… c’m on… fuck me… fuck my ass…”

I’m completely in her power. She’s my younger sister and I’m totally at her command.

I insert my throbbing spear-head into Sandra’s hot, tight ring.

“… Ow-wwwwwwwwwwwwww…!”

A burning vice clamps and lets go, clamps and lets go, clamps and…

“… Ow-wwwwwwwww-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

Succulent walls give way. Slippery depths open. Throbbing tightness goes into helpless spasm.

“… Yes…. Yes… fuck me… fuck my ass…”

I slam my pounding piston hard and fast and deep into my little sister’s quaking butt.

Her tail-bone kicks. Her toned ass jerks and bucks. Her hot teenage butt ruts on my big prong. I ram it into her again and again and again.

“… Yes… yes… fuck… oh fu-uuuuuuuuuck…!”

She’s churning her clit with her fingers, but the spasm that jellies her butt as she climaxes is one hundred percent anal.

“… Fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”

It’s more than I can stand. It’s more guilt than I can bear. I explode deep inside Sandra’s rear tunnel.

A jolt like I’ve just been kicked by a horse goes through my whole body. My big cock’s plugged helplessly in her spasming ass, pumping surge after surge of hot cum into my little sister’s perky butt.

After what feels like hours trapped in her ass’s burning vice I pull out. I roll over onto my side.

I kiss her. I kiss her face, her hair, her tits. It feels like the least I can do.

We’re in my bed.

It’s late.

Mom’s asleep in her bedroom.

We might as well spend the night snuggled up together.

Sandra’s got other ideas.

She’s already sucking my cock again. I don’t mind. I’m already completely stiff.

She sucks me even stiffer and we fuck long and hot and urgent.

Our bodies somehow know each other. My muscular body and her slim waspish one know each other well. We’re deeply familiar with each other. We know each other’s every nook and cranny of aching need, and the way to satisfy it.

The next day’s the day I put my plan to split up Mom and Howard into action. The cameras. The microphone. The CCTV hook-up with my phone. The trigger word ‘easy’ ready to be spoken. It’s time for the whole operation to get under way.

I wake up with my little sister in my arms.

I feel uneasy explaining my plan to her, going over the details of how I’m going to hypnotize Mom and make her drop in on Howard in his office and seduce him, and how Mom’s going to seduce Howard so bigtime he’ll end up fucking her, and I’ll film the whole thing, audio and everything, and post it on the internet, and that’ll be the end of Doctor Howard Montgomery, Mom’s creepy boyfriend will be ruined, he’ll be out of our hair forever.

Sandra hates Howard as much as I do. My little sister wants Mom to get rid of her creepy boyfriend just as urgently as I do.

She nestles against me. She kisses my pecs.

“… Mom’ll be hurt…”

“Yeah. But she’ll get over it. She can get back to being her old self.”

“… Yeah…” says Sandra. “… You’re right… we have to get rid of Howard…”

I quite like the way my little sister uses the word ‘we’.

She kisses me full on the lips.

“Good luck. I’m off!” She smiles brightly. “I’m meeting Ramona and Heidi and Jenny down the mall.”

She’s nervous something might go wrong.

Sandra doesn’t want to be watching on my phone if something terrible happens.

It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m the head of the family, the ‘man of the house’. It’s up to me to save our mother from her infatuation with Doctor Howard Montgomery.

Three p.m to four p.m is the time Howard lets it be known he likes to spend some time alone in his office, ‘meditating on higher matters’ and ‘firming up his plans for the improvement of society’.

At half past two I go into the kitchen.

Mom’s dicing some liver she’s going to use later when she cooks dinner.

“… Easy…”

I say ‘easy’ in my special, hypnotist tone of voice. I’m too on edge to put it in a sentence.

Mom’s eyes empty out. She slips easily into the trance state. Her voice comes from a long way away:

“… Oh hi, Howard… fancy liver this evening…?”

I put on Howard’s voice:

“No, Teresa. No. I don’t fancy liver. I’m going to my office. I want you to put on your white pants suit, with that flouncy blouse.”

She brushes a strand of hair from her face:

“… Yes, Howard…”

I’ve chosen the pants suit and blouse my Mom wore the night she cooked beef bourguignon and paté fois gras and the whole saga began. The trouser suit and flouncy blouse do sensational things to her chunky, bootylicious body.

Howard says:

“I’m going to my office for some quiet time now. I want you to meet me there at three p.m.”

My mother’s voice goes all soft and dreamy:

“… Yes, Howard… anything you say, Howard…”

Ten minutes later she’s leaving the house looking like a million dollars.

I hurry into my bedroom and open the CCTV and audio link to Howard’s office. ‘Doctor’ Howard Montgomery’s office, down in the basement of the Administration Building, is quite small for a senior Moral Tutor.

For ten minutes it remains empty.

Then, at three o’clock sharp, Howard enters for his hour ‘meditating on higher matters’ and ‘firming up his plans for the improvement of society’.

He opens a packet of cheese and onion crisps and flops on the couch and flicks the remote at the TV and watches a rerun of the ‘Jerry Springer Show’.

At five minutes past three there’s a knock on the door of his office.

My mother’s voice comes faintly through the door:

“Howard? It’s me.”

Howard turns off the TV and hastily stows away his crisps and Jumbo Coke.

He hurries to the door and opens it.

My mother sways on her high heels into the office.

“Teresa! To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?”

The CCTV HD video quality is good. The audio is clear as a bell. It’s like being alone in the office with the two of them.

My mother hesitates:

“… Oh…”

I think the words straight into her head:

‘…Oh…I just wanted to see where my darling fiancé works…’

She murmurs:

“… Oh… I just wanted to see where my darling fiancé works…”

Howard mumbles:

“… Yes, well… I’m afraid I’m rather busy at the moment, Teresa…”

Howard’s uneasy. My mother’s large breasts wobble voluptuously under the cascade of flounces. Her bootylicious butt jellies irresistibly in her white skin-tight slacks.

I’m even getting a tingle myself, sitting alone in my bedroom, my eyes fixed on my phone, my thoughts fixed firmly on my mother’s subconscious mind.

Unbutton your blouse. The top three buttons’ll do.

My mother smiles dreamily at her fiancé.

She unbuttons her blouse’s top three buttons. Creamy flounces part on a cascade of glossy cleavage.

‘I just need to show you how much I love you, Howard.’

When she’s in a trance state my mother’s voice has a lovely, girlish lilt:

“I just need to show you how much I love you, Howard.”

Howard’s mouth drops open.

Unzip your pants.

My mother unzips her tight, white slacks. Her see-thru thong’s gauzy triangle lifts on a surge of voluptuous tanned flesh. There’s no tripping over rugs this time. There’s no mistaking what my mother wants.

Howard steps backwards:

“Teresa!” His eyes go wide with shock. His voice catches in his throat: “Zip yourself up! Teresa! What’s got into you?”

‘Nothing’s got into me, Howard. I just love for my hunky fiancé so-ooo much.’

Mom purrs:

“Nothing’s got into me, Howard. Just love for my hunky fiancé so-ooo much.”

Touch his cock.

Howard’s backed against the wall. Mom reaches out and strokes his penis through his tan chinos. She’s irresistible. My own cock’s throbbing like crazy just watching her in action.

‘I need your cock in my hot, tight pussy, Howard.’

She croons:

“I need your cock in my hot, tight pussy, Howard.”

Howard yelps:

“Teresa!”

Unzip his pants. Fish his cock out.

Dreamily, hypnotically, Mom tugs Howard’s zip down. She frees her fiancé’s cock from his briefs.

‘I want your stiff cock in my juicy cunt, Howard.’

“I want your stiff cock in my juicy cunt, Howard.”

My heart thuds exultantly. I’ve done it. My plan’s working. Howard will never get over the shock. He’ll dump my Mom. We’ll never see his face again. Even better, I’m going to teach the bastard a lesson. I’ll upload the footage onto Fans Only and all the other porn websites. I’ll pixelate my mother’s face and leave Howard’s in high definition. He can be a porn star on the nation’s nasty websites. They’ll dismiss him from college. Howard will never get a job as a Moral Tutor again.

He screams:

“… Teresa…!… stop it…!”

‘Fuck me, Howard. I want you to fuck me over the beautiful big desk where you do your noble work.’

My imagination’s running away with me.

Mom’s panting hard:

“… Fuck me, Howard… I want you yo fuck me over your beautiful big desk… where you do your noble work…”

She’s word perfect. She doesn’t miss a syllable. She’s irresistible. My mother is unstoppably alluring. She’s always been unstoppably alluring, pumping Howard’s stiff…

… Hang on…!

… Wait a second…!

… Stiff…?

… My mother’s pumping Howard’s long thin cock urgently, irresistibly and…

… His thing isn’t stiff at all…

… His penis remains long and thin and totally limp…

He shrieks:

“Teresa! Stop it! How dare you! Stop it this instant!”

Doctor Howard Montgomery’s not in the slightest bit aroused.

There’s no sign—not even a twitch or a spasm—of the urgent need that’s throbbing in my hand.

He slaps her.

Howard slaps my mother across the cheek!

He screams:

“Stop it this instant or I’ll… I’ll…”

Mom moues:

“… Yes, Howard… yes… you’ll…?”

His voice grows harsh and dictatorial:

“I’ll…!”

He peels her pants down her curvaceous ass. He gets her skin-tight slacks down around her knees.

He staggers backwards into a chair. He drags my Mom off her feet.

He lays my mother across his knee. Her luscious ass quivers like tanned blancmange.

“I’ll…”

Smack!

“… Ow…!”

Her hisses through gritted teeth:

“… Teach you not to play games with me, Teresa…”

Smack!

“… Ouch…!”

The next smack is even harder.

Mom’s ass-cheeks quake.

His hand leaves five angry finger marks and a hot palm blushing in her ass’s silky softness.

Smack!

“… Ow-wwwwwwwww…!”

Howard’s smacking my mother!

The blows come raining down.

Mom’s sumptuous ass is turning bright red. A crowd of inflamed palms and scorching finger marks swarm the jellying softness of her bootylicious butt.

Howard roars:

“… I’ll not have a wife of mine whoring herself in flouncy blouses and skin-tight pants…”

Smack!

“… Ow-wwwwwww-eeeeeeeeeeeeee…!”

My mother’s chunky body undulates on his bony knee. Her plaited spine arches ecstatically. Her red, jellying ass-cheeks shiver wave after wave of sumptuous pleasure up my mother’s body. Her winged shoulder-blades take flight.

She’s crying out words I never put in her mouth:

“… Yes… yes… smack me, Howard… ple-eeeeeeease… I’ve been so-ooo naughty… smack your naughty little fiancé harder…”

She’s cumming.

My mother’s climaxing!

She thrashes helplessly. She jerks and spasms on Howard’s knee.

Her voluptuous body goes into full-body ecstatic orgasm.

She likes being smacked. My mother enjoys being slapped! From her damson toe-nails to the tips of her salon-styled blonde hair, her sumptuous body goes into spasm.

“… Yes… yes… please, Howard… ple-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese…!”

Her ass’s curvaceous cheeks are slippery with hot juice working its way up from her molten pussy.

Her tail-bone kicks. She jerks and bucks on Howard’s knee.

Howard lifts her off his knee and slams her against the wall.

He hisses through gritted teeth:

“I’ll give you ‘… please, Howard…’, bitch. I’ll give you ‘… ple-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese’!”

He picks up a ruler off his desk.

Mom knows what to do. She braces both hands against the wall. She cocks her crimson butt.

Slap!

The ruler takes a more stinging pleasure in her chunky butt than his weedy hand.

“… Oh… oh… oh fuck…”

The dreadful word passes unnoticed.

Slap!

My mother’s butt flames red raw under the rain of blows.

Slap!

Howard’s erect. His long thin cock is standing up stiff and tall! He pumps it one handed, his other hand lathering my mother’s luscious ass-cheeks in burning scarlet.

My longer, thicker cock is standing up rock-hard too. I’m pumping my aching shaft one-handed too!

“… Oh fuck… fuck…!”

My mother’s body jolts.

The earthquake sweeps over her.

“… Fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”

Her ecstatic cry is scary.

Howard pumps spunk all over her ravished butt.

My big cock throbbing in my hand is shooting lassoes of spunk in helpless sympathy.

It’s over.

A shocked stillness takes hold. The shock and stillness when you receive a revelation.

My mother’s into being smacked.

My Mom enjoys the sting of an angry palm on her butt.

My mother likes being slapped!

My palm’s bigger and far stronger than Doctor Montgomery’s.

My powerful hand can give her luscious ass far more pleasure than Howard’s ruler.

So can my cock, after I’ve smacked her. My cock’s bigger and far stronger than Doctor Montgomery’s too, once I’ve finished putting her over my knee and thrashing the living daylights out of her.

Maybe I won’t upload the footage I’ve shot to the internet after all.

Maybe I’ll wait a while before I break her and Howard up, wait till I’ve had a feel of how her hot ass quivers under a son’s loving blows.

On the screen, Doctor Montgomery’s zipping up his pants. He’s got a sheepish expression on his face. Mom’s looking for her thong.

She finally gets her pants zipped up and her breasts straight under the cascade of creamy flounces.

She doesn’t look sheepish at all, just dreamy and miles away.

She’s still fully hypnotized. She remains in her deep, hypnotic trance.

She gives her fiancé a peck on the lips and walks out the door.

She arrives home a half an hour later, empty-eyed, a blissful expression on her face. Still hypnotized.

I order her to take a shower and put some comfortable clothes on before I snap her out of her trance.

She emerges from the trance state with her usual lovely, girlish startlement.

“… Oo… my bottom hurts…”

She rubs it.

“… Ouch… !”

She looks at me.

“… Why does my bottom hurt when I walk, Matty…?”

My heart stops beating:

“I dunno, Mom…” I have an inspiration. “… You’ve just been to the tanning salon, haven’t you…?”

She frowns.

“… Yes.. yes… that’s right, Matty… I went for an hour’s tan…”

She accepts whatever I tell her. She doesn’t remember a thing.

I say:

“You must have fallen asleep. Those sunbeds can be dangerous.”

“… Oo… yes… you’re right, Matty… that’s why my bottom’s all red and raw…”

I shut my eyes.

Everything goes black.

I can’t wait till the next time her bottom’s all red and raw.