"Hello is anyone home" Chris yelled as he came into the house and set down his bags. "Helloooooo". "Hmmm nothing" he thought, "I wonder where everyone is? I saw Christina down by the pool but where's everyone else." He wondered where the servants had gotten themselves to. Evan should have been available, at least, he must be busy doing something for Michelle. Chris knew his father was out and wouldn't be back till Sunday.

He heard a car pulling up the drive so he went back to the door and looked outside. It was his mother pulling up in her Mercedes. She parked it beside his Ferrari. When she stepped out of the car he waved and yelled, "Hi Mom, how are things?".

Cousette Dupont-Chavelle waved to her handsome young son and kissed him on the cheek when she reached him at the top of the stairs. "I'm fine Christopher and you're looking very well, the girls and atmosphere at Yale must agree with you."

"Well I don't know about the girls but the Atmosphere is just fine. We haven't had a chance to talk in awhile and I wanted to discuss my possibly doing a semester in Paris next year" he said.

"I think it's a fine idea", she said, "but your father probably will not want you that far away from his tres powerful thumb.".

"Hmmmmm, yes that's true, but I'd still like to talk to you about it" he said. "Would you like some coffee in the library?".

"Yes, that would be fine."

Pressing the hall intercom button, Chris buzzed the kitchen. On the third buzz Aiesha answered. "Kitchen".

"Aiesha this is Christopher, I'd like a coffee service for my mother and I served in the Library" he requested.

"Yes sir, rightaway sir. I'm sorry I was so slow getting to da com, I was on da phone to Miss Christina".

"No problem" Chris replied "just get us the coffee and .." to his mother "would you like anything else mother?".

"I skipped lunch Christopher ask for some small sandwiches." Cousette replied.

"and a selection of sandwiches if you would" he finished.

"Rightaway Sir, I'll make your mothers special blend" Aiesha promised.

Christopher and his mother walked through the house. As they entered the library Christopher moved to sit in the chair at the main desk where his father often worked. Cousette moved to one of the large leather wing chairs and settled into it. She was tired after the drive to the estate from her factory near Martha's Vineyard. Part of her settlement from her Divorce with Richard had been the start-up capital necessary to start her own cosmetics company. She had worked hard at it. Her dedication to quality, her willingness to take risks and her fame as a former top fashion model had helped her move her company into the top 20 firms in the world. It wasn't easy but she no longer depended on Richard or anyone else for her money. She was independently wealthy and as long as Chavelle Cosmetics continued its success she would be happy and rich but tired.

Christopher could see how run down his mother was. She was still a beautiful woman, but he could see that the pressures of being a business mogul were wearing on her. He hadn't been happy when his parents had divorced. He had been fourteen and had missed having his mother there during those difficult years. Michelle had been no help. His mother had submerged herself in her new company and although Christopher had understood her decision he had always resented his father for driving her away.

They talked about her recent trip to Florida for an advertising shoot. Chris quizzed her on what Tyra Banks was like to work with and whether Chavelle was going to switch to Claudia Schiffert or Stephanie Seymour as their next spokesperson.

Ellen entered carrying two trays. She laid them on the desk. Chris couldn't help noticing that Ellen was exuding a strange sort of aura. She was moving and acting in no way that was different or unusual. He just got a strong impression from her of sexual .. he searched for a word..well "readiness". He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her ass and he found himself imagining her nude and serving him more than coffee. Snapping his eyes off the sexy young black woman he focused instead on his mother.

Ellen spoke to Mrs. Dupont, "Ma'am your coffee is in the black carafe and Master Christopher yours is in the white. Will there be anything else?"

"No, thank you Ellen, that will be all" Cousette told her. Leaning forward she poured herself a cup of coffee, picked up a sandwich and began to eat and drink.

The coffee was delicious, as usual. "You should really try this Jamaican blend Aiesha prepares for me some time Christopher. It's always so soothing to my jangled nerves. This particular pot is especially good. I can just feel my cares drifting away." Cousette told him.

Christopher picked up a gold pen from the desk and began twirling it between his fingers. "I'll stick to Blue Mountain, Mom, its easier to pick up at the local Starbucks than whatever Aiesha mixes together.

They talked for a good twenty minutes about his class load, his professors, his next trip to Aspen and finally about his desire to take a semester in France. While they talked his mother sipped her coffee and he continued to spin the pen. It was a nervous habit he had picked up at college.

Cousette was feeling quite relaxed now. "I guess I'm winding down from the drive" she thought. She felt drowsy and languid like her body was sinking into the soft leather chair. It was unusual but she also felt a growing sensual warmth growing in her privates and spreading like a shiver throughout her body. Listening to Christopher talk and making polite responses seemed to be the limit of what she could do. Her mind seemed to be drifting away and then latching suddenly on to words and objects around her. She was about to tell Christopher that she was tired and should go up to take a nap in her room when her eyes fixed on the gold pen spinning in his hand.

She lost track of what he was saying. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off the pen. First it would spin one way. Then another. Sometimes the lights seemed to sparkle off its surface. Other times it seemed to blur into a golden disk. Even though Christopher was ten feet away the pen seemed enormous to her. It filled her whole field of vision. Spinning first one way and then the other. Again and again drawing her in. Capturing her. Stroking the fire in her crotch, She felt so relaxed and soothed that she decided to just keep watching the pen. She was safe. She was with her son. Her eldest. Her beautiful boy,..and the pen just kept on spinning.

"I talked to Professor Aren and my Advisor about the semester abroad and they both thought it was a fine idea, although Dr. Menrokt thought I should take a full year and study the German Stock exchange. What do you think mother? I know how important the new unified..Mom Mom." Chris had rambled on not glancing up till just then. Chris looked at his mother. She had sank down in her seat and seemed to be staring at his hand. She was a little glassy eyed and if he didn't know better he would swear she had hypnotized herself looking at his pen. He kept it spinning and walked around the desk. Her eyes never left the pen and her breathing was deep and slow as if she were asleep. It was strange but he actually felt a little peculiar himself.

"Now what do I do?" he thought. As quickly as he thought about it the answer came to him.

[Put her in a deep trance and see what you can make her do.]

"But what if she remembers and gets mad" he thought".

[Just tell her not to remember and tell her that anything you tell her to think and do are actually her own thoughts and desires.]

"Yeah that will work" he thought.

"What can I make her do?"

[What you always wanted to make her do, make her love you and only you, make her love you, more than anyone else.]

"I want that?"

[Yes, you want your mother to love you and not only that but to desire you]

"Desire me! Desire me. Yes that's true, but how much can I make her do?

[You can make her do and think anything you want, you can make her your own personal love slave]

"Love slave? Wow! Yeah that's what I want I want Mom to be my personal love slave" he said to himself.

Kneeling between his mothers sprawled legs he placed the spinning pen before her eyes

"Mom, I want you to watch the pen. Watch it spinning. Watch the lights reflecting off the pen and listen to my voice. Listen to me and watch. Watch and feel your body relaxing. You are safe and happy and warm. It feels so good to just watch and let your cares and worries fall away. Relax. You want to listen to my voice and feel good and watch and be soothed and fall farther and farther into the spinning lights. Letting go, listening but letting everything else go. Going deeper and deeper into the lights. Nothing to worry about everything feels good and warm and secure and you are listening and you are watching the pretty pen and you feel wonderful and you want to feel more wonderful and you are sinking deeper and my voice is stroking you and making you feel sooo good.

Cousette felt like she had detached her mind from her body. Everything that Christopher was saying was true. She felt wonderful. Totally relaxed, no cares no worries. She noticed that Christopher had not mentioned how horny she was or the fact that she seemed to be in a deep hypnotic trance. She didn't feel it was important to analyze why this was so or why she suddenly felt like she had zero inhibitions. If asked she was sure she could fuck a horse in front of a room full of nuns and school children at the moment. Gee that would be nice she thought.

"Christopher I'm in a trance and I'm very horny" she startled her son when she suddenly spoke up. Pulling her skirt up around her waist she exposed her black bikini panties, garter belts and French silk stockings to her son. Rubbing her hand against her cunt she said "See I'm all wet and horny, Mon Deau I could really stand a good fuck right now."

Seeing that his mother was moving the program along, he decided to accelerate his own schedule.

"Yes mother you are in a deep hypnotic trance and you like it very much, its making you very hot and horny. In fact you want to go deeper and deeper into the trance, listening to only my voice and feeling better and better and hornier and hornier as you release all your thoughts and just listen and hear what I say. Your eyelids are becoming very heavy and your eyes are closing but you are still listening to me. Listening and obeying me. Listening and obeying you will feel better and better as you listen and obey my commands. You are now fully hypnotized you have no will but my will, you belong body and soul to me." He drove his commands into her until he was sure she was accepting them and ready for more.

"From this moment on whenever you hear me call you "Mummy" you will become incredibly aroused and imagine yourself having uninhibited animal sex with me. When you awaken you will forget that you have been hypnotized or that I have told you to do anything. Instead you will believe that you have always wanted to have a sexual, obedient, subservient relationship with me and Christina and Dr. Lassiter"

"Who was that last one?" he thought to himself.

[Don't worry about it] came back.

"Yessss I will obey and I will serve" Cousette intoned, like the good little slave she was becoming.

"And it's all your own idea" Christopher reminded her.

"All my idea" she agreed.

Christopher tried to think of anything else he should tell his mother while he had her in this accepting mood but couldn't think of anything. He thought of placing a trigger phrase to put her back in this deep trance. He decided that he wouldn't need such a phrase though.

"I will count from 10-1 when I reach 1 you will awaken, warm, horny, happy and content, not remembering you've been in a trance. As Chris counted down from ten he straightened his mother's skirt and returned to the desk to sit on its front. 5 4 3 2 1.".

"Uhhh mom. Are you okay? You sort of zoned out there for a second." Chris said.

"Hmmmmm??? What?? I yes dear, I'm fine I just feel a little strange that's all" she replied. "I don't feel strange" she thought to herself, "I feel horny and slutty and my cunt feels like if I don't get a cock in it soon I'm going to die. Oh my god Chris looks so fucking hot, my son is such a stud. I wish he'd just lay me out right on the desk and fuck me till he fills me with his beautiful cum. God I'm such a whore I can't stop thinking about my own son's prick, hard and huge pumping into my pussy. I'd do anything he told me to, I'd just love to serve him".

"Mummy", he said with a sly smile on his face, "come here to me, you can help me with a problem I'm having.

Cousette felt a wave of horny lust crash through her mind and with no hesitancy she leaped to obey her son.

Christina had waited, with the library door half open for a full hour watching the fun. The time had come though to bring more Students to class. She had to admit though that she had enjoyed the show.

Her mother's body might be 43 but it looked like she was still in her twenties. She still had her lush figure 125 lb. 38C-24-37 which had been popular before the waif and anorexic look of today's models. Her long black hair and slim legs that ended in tiny feet. Every part of her body was now on full display to her son and daughter.

Christopher wasn't hiding any of his charms either. His naked body was glistening with sweat and other juices. At 180 pounds and six feet tall he looked like a bronzed Adonis to Christina. Years of martial arts training had made his muscles ripped and tight and left no fat visible on his body. His curly black hair was cut short and went well with his heart stopping gray- blue eyes. His nine inch cock was 3 inches thick, erect and bobbing above two huge balls. From what she had seen in the last half hour, he could come in huge spurts and recover in minutes when some men would take hours.

Christina had watched her mother and brother's consensual little rape scene with a great deal of enjoyment. She had met Chris in the driveway, near the gate and stimulated his Learning Center with the audio stimulator right there, in his car, as he stared at her white bikini. She had given him full training but told him to not remember what he had been taught until he saw her in the house again. She had then told him that he would go to the house. When their mother arrived he would try to hypnotize their mother into a willing sex slave. He would not be aware at first of what he was doing. Once she was in a trance though he would be incredibly turned on and want to dominate and fuck their mother. She had made a few suggestions to him and assured him that their mother would be in receptive mood after she had some coffee. She also suggested that once their mother was hypnotized that he verbalize all his thoughts and obey any whispered commands he heard. Telling him to then forget he had spoken to her she had sent him on a collision course with incest and Mummy dearest.

A simple call to Aiesha to spike Mrs. Duponts coffee had gone without a hitch. Aiesha had promised that one sip of her special fuck potion would leave Cousette relaxed, uninhibited, extremely horny and very receptive to entering into a hypnotic trance. She would, Aiesha promised fixate and become entranced by almost any repetitive motion or voices in her environment. The rest as they say, was history. Mrs. Dupont-Chavelle hadn't stood a chance.

Chris had started by ordering Cousette to strip for him. He then had her undress him coaching her to be a good "Mummy" and to obey and serve him. Christina had fingered her own cunt when Chris had ordered their mother to give him her best blow job and finger fuck herself at the same time. Sitting on the edge of the desk he had let her suck and lick him till he felt his orgasm approaching. Then he had fucked her mouth brutally and shot half his load of pearly white cum into her stomach, he had finally pulled his cock free of her mouth and coated her face and neck with the last of his orgasm.

Cousette came powerfully on her fingers. She was ready for more action immediately. She felt she just had to get her son's cock into her drenched twat. She sucked her own nipples and acted a total slut to help get his dick thick and hard again. Stroking his cock she had fallen over the arm of a chair and begged her son to fuck his mother's horny cock loving cunt. Chris had rubbed the tip of his prick up and down his mother's slit. Her hot juices coated him. He rubbed her pussy lips, softly and gently with his prick, as if it was the lips of her mouth. Finally he grabbed her hips and fucked he stick up into his mothers gripping cunny. He rode her hard and fast slapping her ass and calling her vile names. Cousette loved it and came repeatedly. Chris was the perfect lover she thought. Perfect lover, perfect master.

When Christopher felt his orgasm ripping the sperm out of his cock he shot as much of it as he could across his mother's back and ass. He slapped his softening rod on his mothers ass cheeks, whipping her with his dick. Cousette immediately turned and fell to her knees. She bathed his cock with her tongue, the taste of his cum and her juices causing her to cum again. Within minutes he was hard again and ready for more. Pushing his mother to the floor he collected some of his cum from her ass and massaged it into her rectum, greasing her up. Shoving her shoulders to the floor he admired her beaver and asshole. His mother presented her ass and cunt to her sons thick love stalk, as she begged him to use her any way he wanted.

He wanted his prick buried up her ass. Christina watched with pride as he grunted and groaned thrusting his girth into their mothers small pink hole. He quickly penetrated and established a pounding beat. His large balls slapped into her dripping pussy. Her ass was so hot and so tight he was only able to go a few minutes before another orgasm was wrenched from him. Cousette screamed in ecstasy as she felt his hot load jet into her bowels splashing high and fiery inside her.

Chris got his prick out of his mother's ass and went to the chair. He had his mother get behind him and rim his asshole and jerk his cock. At his direction she was soon fucking a finger up his ass, stroking his prick, grinding her breasts into his back, twisting his nipple and licking and nipping at his back. When he shot streamers of cum all over the leather chair she quickly fell on it and licked up every drop.

Christina was truly impressed as she walked into the library. Her mother had managed to get Chris hard again and again, having him shot his cum all over her body. Now they were back in her chair again. Chris's prick was in her ass, buried to the hilt. She was sitting in his lap facing away from him, stroking her clit and clenching her ass rhythmically on her sweet son's cock. Cousette was in orgasmic heaven. Her whole body felt so incredibly good. Her mind had taken a hike and now she was nothing but a fuck doll, lovingly looking for ways to serve and pleasure her masters. She continued to cum her juices soaking her fingers and thighs.

When Chris looked up and saw his sister, he remembered everything. Christina was his Teacher. He had to obey and serve her. Her wanted her soo badly. He would help her make mother a student too. Removing his fingers from his mothers nipples he grabbed up his mothers hair and held her head still for Christina.

Cousette continued her ass fucking motion as she saw her daughter enter the room. "Ohhh good", she thought, "now Christina is here and I will want to fuck and please her too".

"Hello Christina" her mother said. "unnnhhh ohhh yesss!!! I'm fucking Chris right now but I could make you feel good too in just a moment if you'd like".

Christina appreciated the thought. She knew though that once Aiesha's drug wore off her mother would not be so accepting of the commands she had received from Chris's haphazard attempt at hypnotism. When her ability to think, reason and stop being horny returned she would be able to throw off Chris's commands and she would not be happy. Christina aimed the visual stimulator at her mothers heavy lust lidded eyes and pulled the trigger. The lights danced across her face and then her mother was gone and only the Student remained. Chris pulled his mothers slack body back onto his own. He supported her weight as Christina placed the headphones on her ears and began her class.

"When she comes to, I want you both to get cleaned up." Christina ordered her twin. "Remember you're sleeping in my bedroom tonight and you had better be able to give me as much of your cream as you gave Mom or I'm going to make you very unhappy" she threatened.

Christopher nodded his absolute agreement with anything his Teacher had to say. He absent mindedly stroked his mothers pussy and clit as he made plans for tonight and his sexy sister.