Hynotist Next Door.

This is an extended adaptation of a story I read online many years ago. It stuck in my head and I added to it and embellished it in my own ultra-raunchy way. Reading the excellent erotic tales posted here by DizzyD427 and Kinkybelle have inspired me to finish my version of this one and upload it. Actually, this is only the first of several chapters. I'll flesh out and upload the others as time permits. Please post comments if you enjoy it and critiques if you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Come in Mark, you're right on time.” Dr. Morgan smiled warmly as she welcomed the tall handsome teenager into her home office next door. Mark Wils0n and his m0ther Jeanette had been receiving hypnotherapy treatments from their new neighbor for a few weeks now. “Hi Dr Morgan” Mark answered enthusiastically. She held out her hand and shook his warmly. As they shook hands, he couldn't help give Dr Morgan a looking over. She was a knockout. A stout, buxom woman with short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a slender figure. Although she always dressed professionally, she always looked incredibly attractive at the same time. “You look terrific.” Today she was dressed in a navy blue pinstriped skirt suit over a light blue satin blouse. She always had the top two buttons undone revealing he tops of the large globes of her D cup breasts and a hint of deep cleavage. Her skirt was very tight over her slim but shapely hips and, as always, she wore dark stockings that showed off her shapely and well toned legs. An ankle bracelet and black heels finished off the look. Dr. Morgan smiled as she pretended not to notice Mark's gaze traveling from her eyes down her body. “Thanks that's very sweet of you Mark” she said with a slight lilt in her voice. She touched his cheek lightly and noticed a slight blush. There was the faintest trace of a smirk as she turned and lead him toward the living room. “So what's the special occasion?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he turned to follow her lead. Every time she touched him a little thrill went through his body. He dropped his voice deliberately and spoke as he followed her toward her living room, watching her tight ass move in the snug pinstripe skirt. “Ahem. You um...You said you had something important you wanted to discuss with me and...M0m?” Mark had expected to see his m0ther Jeanette sitting on the big black leather couch where Dr Morgan had been treating them separately. Instead, his m0ther was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch with her head slumped over. She appeared to be asl**p, but Mark knew better. “Is she...in a trance?” he asked, in a passive attempt to ask the more obvious question. “Of course” Dr Morgan smiled as she wheeled to greet him.”As you know, I've been providing you and your m0ther with hynotherapy sessions to help you both deal with the trauma of your parents' divorce. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable” She gestured toward the large matching loveseat across from the couch. As he sat, she looked uncharacteristically flustered and reached around him quickly toward something in the loveseat. “Oh, excuse me! Let me just get that...thing out of your way.” Mark reflexively turned to see what he might be about to sit on and caught only a brief glimpse of something a glossy black cylinder as she grabbed it quickly and put it behind her. “ I keep losing that phone.” The move brought her to a position bending over him, now seated in the chair. She smiled brilliantly making contact with his eyes, but she didn't hold them long. Mark's eyes were drawn downward toward Dr Morgan's blouse which had fallen open enough for him to see more of her cleavage than he'd ever been treated to. Her breasts were tanned and slightly overflowed the lacy black top of her bra. She lingered there for a few seconds, affording her young patient a rare treat. So...” she continued softly, placing her other hand lightly on his leg just above his knee. The glimpse of her breasts and the brief touch on his leg sent Mark's pulse racing for a M0ment. Nothing about today's session was normal. He didn't know whether to be excited or worried. “Today we're going to do something a little different. As you have observed, your m0ther Jeanette is in a trance at the M0ment. We usually work one on one and, over the past few weeks, as I've helped you deal with the loss of your father and helped you learn to refocus on your school work and get your grades back up..” “Oh,that reminds me!” Mark interrupted, beaming with remembered intent.”I got an A on a geometry quiz today!” “Excellent!” she said with a clap and a genuine smile.”Mark I'm so proud of you. You've bounced back wonderfully. Your young mind is very sharp. As I was saying.. “Oh, sorry. You were talking about M0m and the divorce. I was going to tell you she had been doing great for a while but in the past few weeks she's seems on edge or something. “Yes Mark, as I was saying” she continued a little more sternly. The change in tone reminded the teenager who was in charge and he quickly fell back into a submissive posture and clamped his mouth shut. We've made great progress working one on one. As I've helped you recover your ability to succeed in school, and therefore remain on the football team, I've been working with your m0ther to help her deal with the blow to her self-esteem from her husband; your father leaving, and to sop the smoking habit she picked up in the divorce.” Dr Morgan walked slowly back across the room toward Jeanette. The way her hips swayed in that skirt riveted Mark's attention. He'd always been an ass man and Dr Morgan's walk was for him a thing of beauty. She sat down on the couch next to Jeanette, who remained quiet and motionless. She touched the top of Jeanette's head lightly caressing her hair as a pet owner might fondle a poodle. “Mark, you are a very observant young man. Your m0ther is not doing as well as you are. “But she stopped smoking, right?” Mark asked impatiently. He began fidgeting, rubbing his thighs nervously. “Yes, she did. For now. But there's a bigger problem.” Dr Morgan sighed, looking down at Jeanette for a few heartbeats, then leaned forward and put her hands together in a praying motion, pursing her lips as she fixed Mark with a serious gaze. The weight of her demeanor was enough to M0mentarily distract him from the fact that she was once again leading forward, exposing her cleavage. He shifted nervously in the loveseat. “ Your m0ther..has an unusual anxiety problem. One of the most effective ways to make smoking cessation a long term success story is to focus not just on the nicotine addiction, but on the underlying anxiety that the addiction relieves. Most people fall into addictive behaviors because they're dealing with unhealed wounds and unmet needs. We've treated the wounds of the divorce and your m0ther's self-esteem has been largely repaired. You may have noticed that she's taking better care of herself, dressing more....attractively.” “Have I! I mean, yeas I kind of noticed” That mischievous smile played briefly across Dr Morgan's lips as Mark turned his attention back to his m0ther. In her youth, Jeanette Wils0n had been a looker. Even at 38, she was quite attractive, although her s0n Mark hadn't noticed until a few weeks ago. A pretty brunette, she had a structured face with prominent cheekbones of a fashion model, fine features and large dark eyes of her Italian heritage. Her face was framed by a thick mane of shoulder length dark brown hair which was always styled and wavy in a manner that reminded her of Sarah Palin or Selma Hayek. She had never been a slender woman. She had a substantial frame, standing 5' 6” with wide hips, big thighs and a full bust. She was not as buxom as Dr. Morgan, but was endowed with an ample 38C bust. Most of her appeal came from her dark Mediterranean features, broad hips and big, round firm derriere. She was a strong, healthy looking woman, the kind you felt you could grab onto and feel the fullness of her flesh in your hands. “She's um...been dressing differently lately. Tight jeans, stretchy tops—with the buttons unbuttoned—kind of like yours” He blushed, then went on quickly. “Some days she looks just like some of the girls at school. Although a little older, more like a college girl.” Mark shifted uncomfortably as he realized his jeans were getting tighter. Must be because of Dr Morgan leaning toward him showing off her cleavage. Couldn't be because he was talking about his m0ther's wardrobe, he told himself. “Again, you are a very observant young man. You have an agile mind. I've noticed that during our hypnotherapy sessions. You're very astute for your age. And very handsome.” “Oh, thanks. You too. I mean, you're very attractive” Mark cleared his throat and shifted again in the loveseat looking more uncomfortable by the minute. “So, what is it that's bothering M0m? Why are you worried about her? What...unhealed wounds does she still have? And what can I do about it? Why am I here for this session?” “All very good questions Mark” Dr Morgan replied. “But it's not your m0ther's unhealed wounds that concern me. That's not what threatens to send her back to smoking.” Dr Morgan's voice lowers to a slightly throaty timbre. “It's her unmet needs we need to address.” Mark leaned back in the loveseat running his hands along his thighs and resettled himself in the deep leather chair. He opened his mouth but words failed. “Instead of trying to tell you about it, or worse yet ask your m0ther to talk about it with you in the room, I think this will go faster if I show you what I mean.” Dr. Morgan rose from the couch and knelt beside Jeanette. She touched her lightly on the cheek and forehead and began to whisper and murmur to her in a voice that sounded like dark velvet. Jeanette slowly raised her head and her eyes fluttered open. As she raises her head, Mark sees that his m0ther is wearing a tight, stretchy low cut blouse that leaves nothing to the imagination. He can clearly make out the shape of her full round bust and his eyes widen and he gasps as he registers the clear outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric. He's never before seen her without a bra except in her bikini. As her eyes open and make contact with his, he realizes she's looking at him, but something's missing. There's no hint of recognition on her face as she looks across the floor at her s0n. She sees only a handsome young man with an athletic build and a bulge in his jeans staring across at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. She purrs like an awakening cat as she runs her hands up her sides and begins to caress her breasts through the skin-tight fabric. She raises her head and drinks in the sensations of her own hands caressing her torso, then lowers her head again and looks up at the sexy stud in the loveseat and closes her hands around her tits provocatively, causing a jolt to run through her body and a visible jump in the jeans across the floor. She licks her lips hungrily imagining what might be stirring under the denim such a short distance away. “What do you see Jeanette?” Dr Morgan asks her quietly, as she absent-mindedly strokes her hair. “Mmmm I see a good looking young stud” Mark gasps as much at the throaty, seductive tone in his m0ther's voice as at her jarring words. “And what do you need Jeanette? What is the hunger that drives you, the ache you feel every day?” “Ohhhh I need to be touched.” she wines. “Show me. Show the young stud. Show us your need” Dr Morgan encourages her. She stands and crosses to crouch next to Mark in the loveseat as Jeanette stands slowly, her lascivious gaze never leaving Mark's eyes. She returns to her breasts and gasps as she clutches at them, squeezing the full, soft tits and moans as she pinches her nipples. They respond by getting bigger and harder under the tight top. She plays with them for a few minutes pinching caressing and kneading her breasts stoking her inner fire. Then with a louder whine of frustration, she reaches down, grabs it by the bottom and pulls the blouse over her head, freeing her breasts. “Oh, my God” Mark mutters as he sees his m0ther topless for the first time. Her tits sag with the weight of her years but are full and round and succulent. His cock jerks in the confines of his jeans prompting his entranced m0ther to continue the erotic display. She turns around and spreading her legs slightly begins to swivel her hips sensuously, showing off her big hips and large round sexy ass. She peers over her shoulder seductively and places her hands on her hips. “Do you like my ass?” She coos. “Oh yeah” Mark sighs.”I've always loved your big, sexy ass. I watch it all the time. Just not like this.” He gives up any hope of concealing the bulge in his pants as his cock struggles to full hardness. “I can see that you do, Baby” Jeanette says sweetly. She caresses her cheeks and squeezes them sighing and moaning with desire.”Maybe you want to see more...” she breathes. Before he can answer, she begins unfastening her jeans and slowly peels them down over her hips and ass, down her thighs and steps out of them. Now she's wearing nothing but a black T-back thong. “Holy shit M0m, you look fantastic” “M0m? My M0mmy's not here Baby. We can have all the fun we want.” Mark looks at Dr Morgan in confusion. She puts her fingers to her lips to silence the question. Jeanette takes the M0ment to come and stand right in front of her young voyeur and put her hands on her hips. She towers above him proudly, seductively, brazenly showing herself to her handsome young admirer. She does a turn presenting her bare thighs and full round ass for his uninhibited inspection. “I would say, look, but don't touch” she teases. “But you're really cute, stud. You can look all you want. And you can touch all you want. Wherever you want.” To demonstrate the invitation, she begins caressing her scantily clad mound. From behind, Mark can clearly make out the twin mounds of her pussy lips under the tight thong Wisps of dark pubic hair spread out from either side. She runs her fingers along the groove of her pussy, moaning with a feline intensity. “Go ahead, stud.” she whispers, as she reaches down and takes his hand. “Touch me.” “Oh God, this can't be happening.” Mark mutters as his m0ther places his hands on her thighs. He knows it's so wrong, but he can't resist. His hands travel with their own will exploring his m0ther's firm, smooth, warm thighs. He breathes harder as they travel up the globes of her marvelous ass, the firm smooth cheeks thrilling his palms. He leans forward to get a closer look and squeezes her big sexy ass, driving a loud, long moan from his m0ther's throat. She sways her hips slowly, and reaches up to grope her tits again while he s0n fills his eyes and hands with her bottom. "Jeanette” Dr Morgan says quietly, not wanting to break the spell of the M0ment.”Is this what you need? Is this what's been keeping you awake at nights, making you anxious all day?” “Oh yesss!” comes the breathy response. “I get so lonely, so horny. I need a man, I need his hands on me..I need...” She raises up, turns to look Mark in the eyes, then slowly sinks to her knees on the floor in front of him. Then she slides her hands along his thighs as she leans forward gliding toward his torso. She stops just inches from his face but her hands keep sliding until one has covered his crotch. She feels the bulge jump “I need his cock.” . “Holy shit!” moaned her tormented young s0n as he drew back into the loveseat, trying to resist his entranced m0ther's amorous pleas. Dr. Morgan quickly knelt behind Jeanette and touched her forehead and whispered a sl**p command in her ear. She settled back on her heels and her head dropped again. Mark breathed a sigh of relief and tried in vain to adjust his position to relieve the discomfort of his trapped erection. “So now you see what I was trying to explain. Now you see why you're here. Your m0ther's nicotine addiction has been broken, but only temporarily. If we don't treat the underlying anxiety problem, she'll undoubtedly go back to smoking, endangering her health, possibly contracting throat or lung cancer. Do you understand?” “Yeah, I guess, It makes sense.” Mark replied nervously. “Good. The source of her anxiety is the loss of her husband. Your m0ther has a very powerful sex drive, but due to her strict upbringing in a home run by a very heavy-handed, authoritarian father, she is, what we could call a submissive. She can't initiate sex.” Mark thought for a M0ment about the limited encounters he'd had over the years with his GrandDad and remembered overhearing his parents make passing comments about what an asshole he was. “Okay, so I get all that. I still don't see what that has to do with me. I'm her s0n, not her freakin' boyfriend!” Dr. Morgan smiled a mischievous twinkle and her pale blue eyes seemed to darken to a deeper hue. “Since her husband--your father-- left, she has no one to pursue her. So her libido is stuck and she's becoming increasingly frustrated, deeply frustrated. Do you understand? Mark snorted a little chuckle. He smirked. “Yeah, of course I understand. Nobody understands sexual frustration more than a s*******n year old guy. And as I said, I have noticed M0m acting strange lately. Wearing more revealing clothes... and...looking pretty hot actually” He paused a M0ment to savor how hot his m0ther looked kneeling at his feet in nothing but a black thong with her naked tits on display. His dick twitched under his jeans. Dr. Morgan noticed and her grin widened almost imperceptibly. “I just never thought of my m0ther as being....sexually frustrated. I never thought of her sexually at all. You know, cause she's my M0m.” “Never?” “Well, never when I'm awake. I've…..had some....interesting dreams about her in the past few weeks though” Another jump in his jeans. It was at times like this Mark hated being a teenage boy. He envied girls who could hide their arousal instead of having their raging hormones on display for the entire world. He hoped Dr. Morgan wouldn't think he was a pervert for getting a hard-on looking at his own m0ther. “Being a psychiatrist, you'd understand that I guess. He glanced again at his entranced m0ther and noticed how beautiful she was. In her entranced state, she was radiant. For the first time in years, he had an opportunity to look at his m0ther as a man looking at a woman. No stolen glances during conversation. He drank in the sight of his m0ther's mature beauty and saw her in a completely different light. When he found his voice again, it was a little deeper. “Some sort of...Freudian...unconscious...obsession..I guess.” “I get your drift” she smiled broadly, then approached and moved to kneel behind the loveseat with her hand resting on his shoulder. Her perfume whispered of exotic desires. Dr Morgan's lips were just inches from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. At that particular M0ment, it was hard to think of her as a doctor. Mark's heart began to beat faster. She whispered in his ear, “So you see Mark, your m0ther....needs you. Now more than ever. She needs a man and you're the man of the house now. She needs a firm hand, a dominant male. She needs someone to help her break free of the chains of her repressed desires before they bind her...”Her voice hardened slightly. “...and drag her back into addiction, back to smoking, toward cancer... and death.” “But..why me, I mean, why can't she find someone else, some other guy, I'm her s0n for Chrissake, I can't, I just can't.” Dr. Morgan squeezed his shoulders as if to encourage him. “You're the only man in her life. The divorce has left her socially crippled. All of her friends are his friends too. She can't face them, she's been humiliated. Isolated. Yes, she could start dating again, but how long would it take to find the right man, someone who knows what she needs? She doesn't have time, she's on the verge of relapse. The stress and anxiety of her pent-up desires, her sexual need is too great. That's why I've brought you into our sessions. I've done what I can, but there's only so much I can do through therapy and hypnosis. Something in her life has to change, or...” “Or she'll start smoking again,” Mark finished the thought. “Cancer and death. When you put it that way, I guess the choice is obvious. It's wrong for me to...have sex with my m0ther, but it would be much worse to let her die of cancer. Right?” Dr. Morgan's smile became a smirk for just a M0ment. She knew the argument was more f***eful when it came from within. She'd lead him toward the bridge, but Mark had already crossed it. “Mark, I couldn't have put it better myself. You're wise beyond your years. Now...let's give your m0ther what she needs.” She crossed back to where Jeanette knelt on the floor and whispered a few words in her ear. Her eyes opened slowly, as if she was only half awake. Her sl**py gaze quickly refocused on the bulge in Mark's pants. Dr Morgan returned to Mark's shoulder as Jeanette leaned forward again, smiled seductively, and placed her hands on his knees. Once again she whispered in his ear. “I've given her a different suggestion. She thinks you're her husband and that you've come back to her. I've told her to welcome him back in the way he would appreciate most. I think she's already noticed that bulge in your jeans. I would think that must be getting uncomfortable by now.” The mention of his obvious lust for his m0ther made a surge of heat rush up Mark's neck. He blushed deeply and swallowed, mesmerized as his m0ther slid her hands up his thighs and fixed him with a loving smile. “Welcome home, Darling” She purred. She licked her lips sensuously and Mark's cock jumped in his pants. Dr Morgan was right, it was painfully trapped now. Jeanette kept her gaze on her s0n as she reached up and slowly unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He gasped as she reached in and pulled his cock free. The sight of his rigid cock out in the open just inches from his m0ther's face seemed to freeze time. His thick eight inch dick was as hard as it had ever been, veins bulging, the large circumcised head already purple with engorged bl**d. Juxtaposed next to his m0ther's face, it looked somehow bigger and lewder than ever. It was as thrilling a sight as it was unimaginable. “Go on Jeanette. You know what to do” Dr Morgan said with quiet encouragement. Her voice broke the spell of Mark's laser focus on his m0ther's hands on his cock and he glanced over to see her rise slightly peering over the loveseat. Her bust was at eye level and he would have sworn her nipples were getting hard under her satin blouse Then his m0ther began lightly caressing his cock, and licking her lips. She dropped her head down and the next sensation he felt was her wet tongue was tracing its way up the bottom of his shaft. “Oh God, M0m, that feels fantastic!” There was a Momentary flicker of confusion in Jeanette's eyes, but she continued dragging her tongue upward, then snaking it around the corona of Mark's cock. She moaned involuntarily and gave it a few quick tugs eliciting a moan from her man. The feeling of this big hard cock throbbing in her hands sent jolts of passion surging through her body. Her nipples were long and hard now, as big as fingertips, and she could feel the cream moistening her pussy. She could hardly wait for her man's hardness to invade her mouth. She looked up at her lover, met his eyes and hesitated for a second before pouting her lips and pressing them against the head of his cock. He moaned something unintelligible, but didn't push forward. Dr Morgan d****d one hands around Mark's torso and bit him lightly on the neck sending a tremor through him. “Remember” she breathed hotly in his ear, “She's a submissive. She needs to be taken.” As if on cue, Jeanette looked up and hoarsely “Come on baby, give it to me. Fuck my mouth!” Mark moaned as his m0ther's lewd words melted the last of his reserve and he thrust his hips forward. There was a M0mentary resistance from her lips, then he felt the glorious warm wetness envelop his cock as she yielded and sucked him deep into her mouth. Passion shot through him like a lightning bolt as his m0ther sucked greedily, moaning around his shaft. He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her long thick hair and held her head still while he withdrew his now glistening cock, shoved it back in, and began to fuck her mouth passionately. In response, Jeanette took both hands from his shaft removing any last impediment to letting him ram his whole length down her throat. She reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands and moaned loudly. Dr Morgan arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Mmmm. Mark, I do believe your dear, horny m0ther is trying to deep throat your dick. Let's get these out of the way...” She reached down and began pushing his jeans down toward his knees. Jeanette began helping and in seconds, she had pulled them down to his ankles. She moved out of the way and pulled them completely off of one leg, then repositioned himself between his legs. He kicked them all the way off, stepped out of them and stood up. He was now half naked with his m0ther on her knees in front of him. She opened her mouth wide and trapped his dick again. Her hands groped his bare ass as she tried to pull him all the way in. “Oh FUCK!” Mark grunted as his dick hit the back of her throat. There was a M0ment of resistance, then she pulled his ass firmly and shoved her face forward completely engulfing his manhood. A rush of pure bliss shot from his groin to his chest. He ground his cock into her mouth and humped her face wantonly. “Oh fuck, you nasty whore!” He ground into her mouth for a M0ment that seemed like an eternity. Jeanette slithered her tongue out of her mouth and licked his balls. She gripped his ass tighter, clawing him slightly and Mark took the hint pulling out of her mouth to let her gasp for air. He looked down as his cock slid from her sucking lips and thought he was watching a raunchy video as a huge string of drool dropped like a heavy rope from his m0ther's lips and landed in her cleavage. As soon as his m0ther has taken another deep breath, he pulled her head forward and thrust his cock deep and hard back into her mouth with enough f***e to make her gag briefly before she swallowed his hard length again and began moaning deeply. In appreciation for his savaging of her throat, she began to slide her hands up and down, caressing his ass and legs. “My God, she's such a fucking slut!” He hissed as he began fucking her mouth faster. “Yessss that's it baby.” Dr Morgan hissed. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. “Try not to think of her as your m0ther. Think of her as a bitch in heat who wants nothing more than to be fed your cock morning, noon and night. She needs it, craves it. But she can't bring herself to ask for it”. “Oh fuck, this can't be for real!” Mark huffed as his M0m began caressing his balls. She was giving him the best blowjob of his young life, outdoing any of his girlfriends. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. “It's very real, I assure you, and it's critical for her wellbeing. Keep it up, give her what she needs” Dr Morgan's hands were sliding down towards Mark's crotch adding to the incredible pleasure of the M0ment. “I...I can't do it. My own m0ther's sucking my cock like a d***ken whore! It feels too good, it's too good! I can't do it. I've got to stop!” Mark pushed his m0ther's head away from his cock. It popped out of her still hungry mouth, trailing multiple strands of glistening saliva and pre-cum from her lips. She half moaned, half whined as her frustration tore at her. She looked up at him with eyes full of pain and desire. She licked her lips and stroked his cock, hoping to coax it back to her mouth.” “Ohhhh Darling, please give it to me!” “What the hell? This not what I expected.” Dr Morgan said matter-of-factly as she quickly disengaged from Mark's shoulders. If either of them was going to break it off, she assumed it would be the 38 year old wife and m0ther, not her horny s*******n year old s0n. She quickly decided to freeze the game and take another look at the board. She slid down to the floor and enveloped Jeanette like a m0ther gathers a frightened c***d, whispering softly in her ear. In seconds, she was back in a trance, head hanging forward, breathing deeply. Dr Morgan stood up and looked Mark firmly in the eyes commanding his full attention. She touched his cheek and said “sl**p”. His eyes closed and he his head dropped. “I can see I'm going to have to work this from both sides of the street” she said with a smirk. She studied her puppet and furrowed her brow. Something wasn't connecting. “Mark, listen to me carefully. Your m0ther has an extremely strong sex drive. In your terminology, she's a slut. She wants your cock. She desperately needs your cock in her mouth, in her pussy on a regular basis. If she doesn't get that need filled, her anxiety will cause her to go back to smoking cigarettes. Do you understand that that could kill her?” “I understand.” Dr Morgan nodded but her brow remained furrowed as she tried to unravel the puzzle. She slapped herself lightly on the forehead. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. He said it himself.” She noticed that his erection was beginning to wane as the deep relaxation of the trance set in. “No, we can't have that now, can we.” She afforded herself a broad, lascivious smile as she reached down and began to stroke his cock which was still well lubricated from his m0ther's throat. “Mark? Can you feel that?” “Yes. It feels very good.” “Yes it does.” she purred, her voice dripping with lust.”You want that good feeling to continue don't you?” “Yes I do, very much.” “Was there ever a time when you were feeling good like this and your m0ther stopped you?” “Yes.” “Tell me about it. You remember it as clearly as if it just happened. Tell me all about it.” “I'm fifteen. I'm in bed masturbating, jerking off because I'm always horny, I love looking at the girls in school with their tight jeans and sexy asses and I want to grope them, I want to lick them, I want to fuck them, but I can't so I come home from school and strip and grab my cock and stroke it and I'm feeling so good thinking about their asses and hot pussy and M0m comes in to get the laundry and stops and sees me jerking off. I'm lying on the bed with my hips up the air and my cock pointed at the ceiling and she freezes and YELLS at me MARK, MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP THAT! And I'm so ashamed and I try to hide but I'm on top of the covers and she comes over and grabs my hands to stop me from jerking off and she's looking at my naked hard cock and I can't help it cause I'm too close and she's touching me and looking at my dick and her tits are right in front of my face and I see them swaying in her blouse and then I see her nipples have gotten hard and she's staring at my naked hard cock and it's getting bigger and she says MARK DON'T but it's too late and I cum so hard that some of it hits me right in the face and she sees it and turns to look and more hits her in the face and I keep cumming and it gets all over the side of her face and in her hair and all over my chest and her arms and I'm so embarrassed and ashamed. I've just shot slimy semen all over me and my M0m. She freaks out and runs out and slams the door. And I feel really weird because I've never cum so hard before that I came on my own face so it's kind of exciting, but am I gay or something, and I feel even weirder because I shot my load looking at my m0ther's breasts so I must be some kind of pervert like she said... She doesn't look at me or speak to me for five days and when she does, she tells me I have to stop playing with myself cause it's not wholesome and she doesn't want me to grow up to be some kind of pervert. I stop jerking off after school but then my balls ache like they're going to explode and I think I've got cancer in my balls from jerking off and it's all her fault. Then I find out from my buddies it's just blue balls and I don't have cancer from jerking off and they laugh at me in the locker room and I feel like a total loser. Then M0m tells Mindy Johns0n's mother that we shouldn't see each other anymore because she thinks Mindy is a bad influence and is turning me into a pervert, so I lose my girlfriend and I don't get to neck with Mindy who was fucking gorgeous and used to let me grope her ass in the back hallway after school and it takes me another year to get a new girlfriend and...” “Okay Mark, that's enough. Thank you for sharing that with me. How did it make you feel when your m0ther stopped you from pleasuring yourself and then made you beak up with Mindy? “I was angry. I can't hate her cause she's my m0ther but if she wasn't my m0ther I would have hated her. She can be such a bitch sometimes. I think that's why Dad left cause he was tired of her being such a bitch like that.” “Thank you so much for sharing that with me Mark. I really appreciate it.” Dr Morgan continued stroking his cock a little more firmly and quickly, eliciting a sigh from her dormant boy-toy. “Mark, how would you feel if you could get back at your m0ther for making you stop feeling good? If you could make her pay for giving you blue balls and causing you so much pain? Would that feel good” “Yes” She stroked him faster “Would that make you feel very, very good, Mark?” “Yes very very good” He was breathing faster now, clearly getting more aroused. “Mark listen to me very carefully.” She slowed her pace and loosened her grip, just barely sliding her palm up and down his shaft. She felt a little thrill of her own and noticed that she was very wet, but blocked it out and focused on Mark's mind, body, and desires. “Mark, you don't really want your m0ther to start smoking again and die of cancer do you?” N....No. No, I don't” “But you do want to make her pay for hurting you, don't you? Make her pay because she made you stop feeling good? “Yes” “You want to make her pay for giving you so much pain, for giving you blue balls and for humiliating you in front of your friends...make her pay for not being able to fondle Mindy's sexy little ass don't you? You want to make her pay for being such a bitch that your Dad had to leave don't you? “Yes!” “Mark, you can do that. I am going to give you permission. And I am going to give you power. When you open your eyes, you will have the biggest hardest erection you've ever had and you will want one thing and one thing only. You will want to fuck your m0ther's face and pussy. I now give you permission to do so. I give you permission to take that bitch and fuck her mouth, her tits, her cunt. Do you understand, Mark?” “YES.” He was breathing faster now, his chest rising visibly, his cock twitching in her loose grip. She smiled broadly and stroked it a little faster. “I give you permission to fuck your m0ther whenever and wherever you please. You will not listen to her if she complains. But she won't complain because deep inside she wants it too. She needs it, but she's too weak to say so. More importantly, you need to make her pay and you will. You have permission. And I give you power. When you are fucking your m0ther's face, her big, soft tits, and her hot,wet pussy...even if you fuck her ass...you will not cum, until you are ready. You will have the power to drive your dick into her as much as you want, as long as you want until you are satisfied. Only when you have gotten all the pleasure you want...from this bitch you deprived you of pleasure and caused you pain instead...only then will your balls release their load, and you will experience the ecstasy of climax. Do you understand, Mark?” “Yes I understand”. He was nearly panting now as his passion rose from the deepest part of his soul. “Good.” Dr Morgan continued to tease his rock hard cock, sliding her hands up and down the veiny shaft, fingers encircling the firm head. She allowed herself to lick her lips and enjoy the M0ment. She could feel its heat in her palm and for just a M0ment, wished she could mount him herself. Her wetness had seeped out beyond her thong and began to run down her thigh.”Very good. What have I given you Mark?” “I have permission and I have power. I have permission to fuck my m0ther, to make the bitch pay for making me stop jerking off, for giving me blue balls, for humiliating me with my friends, for making me stop dating Mindy. I have the power to fuck her as long as I want before I cum.” “Very good Mark. Now, when I count to one, you will awaken and you will see your m0ther, kneeling on the floor in front of you and you will have the biggest hardest erection of your life and...you ..will...use it...on her...in her. You will take her.” She self-indulgently gripped his cock just beneath the head, squeezed it hard and gave it a few tugs. “Ten, nine, eight, seven...” She stroked him faster making him breathe raggedly as he rose toward full consciousness. “Six..five...four...You will make her pay.” He moaned softly and his eyelids began to flutter. She knelt quickly and quietly beside Jeanette and whispered a wake-up command in her ear, then rose again to bring Mark back. Jeanette raised her head and her eyes cleared. When they focused on her s0n Mark standing half naked in front of her, they went wide and her jaw dropped open. She knelt speechless trying to come to grips with what was happening. “Three...Two...You will fuck that bitch and make her pay...” She released her grip on his cock and glanced down. Sure enough, it looked like it had grown to a full nine inches. The head was enormous and deeply purple, the veins standing out as it throbbed with lust and malice. She stepped aside and resumed her former place behind him and said firmly and clearly with a tone of authority as if she was launching an army with a single command. “One.” Mark grabs his m0ther by the hair and shoves his cock toward her mouth. This time, she is wide awake and instinctively resists. She turns her head and tries to protest with her hands. “Mark, don't! What are you.--” He stifles her protests with his invading cock She tries to push him away and he grabs her wrists firmly. Finally, with a look of determination, bites down on his cock just a little. He withdraws and, as she gasps for breath and opens her mouth to yell at him, he slaps her hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. Before she can recover her senses, he's on her and grabs her hair again pulling her head upward, dragging her to her knees. He kneels behind her and grabs her right arm twisting it behind her back. She cries out in pain and surprise. Dr Morgan steps quietly around to get a better view. Her eyes are aflame with excitement, her face flushed. A subdued smile twists her lips. “Listen bitch!” Mark growls. “You think you can tease me like that and get away with it? Strip in front of me and shake your ass at me, suck my cock like a greedy whore, then tell me MARK DONT? Twists her arm harder, eliciting a whimper.. “Mark stop you're hurting me!” “No m0ther, you're hurting you. You're dying of pent up sexual frustration and you desperately need a hard cock to cure you but you're too damned weak to ask for it, so I'm going to give you what you need,...what you really want.” Dr Morgan smiles with smug satisfaction nods her head slightly, removes her pinstriped jacket and begins lightly caressing her breasts. “Mark you can't. I'm your m0ther. Let me GO!. You have to STOP THIS!” “And that's another thing. You'll never tell me to stop again. He pushes her forward hard pinning her over the arm of the leather couch, kicks her feet apart and rips the thong to one side. “No more 'Mark Stop!'. You may be my m0ther, but you're also a desperate, sex starved slut who needs a big hard cock up her hot fucking cunt.” He presses his cock forward planting it at the very wet entrance to her pussy, slipping it just past her outer labia. She gasps, “Mark Baby, please Stop! Don't--”. He reaches forward, pulls her hair back and up and rams his cock deep into her hot pussy, forcing a sharp gasp, then a loud, long groan from her body. He withdraws, repositions himself slightly, leans forward and rams it all the way in. She cries out in pleasure and exhilaration. “Ohhhh God! Mark please...”. He pulls all the way out and drives it in again harder, grunting loudly. “Ohhh God Mark..it's so big, so big, Oh God please, Mark...” “Please what you horny bitch?” “Please fuck me! Give it to me baby, FUCK M0mmy's lonely pussy!” Mark launches into high speed, ramming into her with full f***e, gripping her hips tightly. Occasional hard smacks on her big ass elicit a squeal and moan of passion from Jeanette. Dr Morgan hikes up her skirt and begins rubbing her mound furiously. After only a few minutes, Jeanette's moans become higher pitched, almost non-stop and she begins groping the couch, gritting her teeth, cursing non-stop “Yeah baby, fuck M0mmy's tight pussy, it feels so good, so good, so fucking gooooood!” She starts convulsing as her s0n's ferocious invasion of her body drives her to orgasm. Dr Morgan's body responds in kind, jerking awkwardly, her knees slowly buckling, grunting quietly and hissing between clenched teeth. Mark is sweating profusely, his rod covered in Jeanette's cream, a blur as he fucks his m0ther like an a****l. Loud slaps of his pelvis hitting her ass fill the room, soon drowned out by another loud guttural cry of release from his m0ther as she spasms uncontrollably and grips the leather couch hard enough to whiten her knuckles. Dr Morgan comes with her, slinking slowly to her knees and abandoning all pretense of professional detachment, in one long, low moan. “I have the power..” Mark reminds himself. “I haven't gotten my fill of your hot pussy yet, m0ther dear. He slows his pace, grinding deep and slow, groping her ass and talking dirty, calling her bitch, whore, cunt. He reaches forward, grabs her hair pulls dragging her upper body back and upward until her back and shoulders are almost touching his chest. He encircles her with one the other arm hand and clutches her tits. “You are my bitch now, m0ther. I expect to you to wake me every morning with your mouth on my cock. Do you understand? “Yes” comes the throaty reply. “When I come home from school, you will be waiting for me wearing nothing but a silk robe. Do you understand, m0ther?” “Yes Mark.” Jeanette moans, grinding her pussy back against his cock. “I will bring some of my friends over to party on the weekends, and you will be our horny hostess. You will be our willing slut and service every guy there. I may even tie you to the bed and let them all use you use you one by one. Do you understand?” She moans loudly, but says nothing. He pulls her hair back farther, pinches her nipple hard, and f***es a response. “Do you understand, m0ther?” “Oh God Baby, Yeeeees!” “Very good M0m. He slams his cock into her deep and hard beginning to fuck her rhythmically again with slow, deliberate but f***eful thrusts. “And when we're all through fucking your pretty face, your big soft tits, and your hot..wet...hungry..cunt..we will shoot our cum all over your ass, your tits, your face. You will be drenched in cum like the filthy whore you are..and you... will...LOVE IT. Do you understand M0m?” “Oh, fuck! YEEEEES!” She wails and starts to convulse with another powerful orgasm takes her. He looks over at Dr Morgan sees her kneeling on the floor watching and humping her fingers. She has two fingers deep in her pussy and her hand is glistening with her juices. Her lidded eyes are a deep blue and she's panting. He smiles at her and mouths the words “Thank you”. Turning his attention back to his m0ther, he reaches forward and grabs both of her wrists, pulling them back toward him, raising her torso off the couch leaving her suspended as securely as if her wrists were tied and bound behind her. Her full tits hang and sway in mid-air. He draws his hips back until just the tip of the head of his cock is still nestled in her slippery labia. “Oh Please baby, give it to me” she wines. “Fuck me hard! I need it so bad!” “Well M0m, since you said 'please'...” He replies sarcastically, and rams into her with all his might, while pulling back on her wrists. “Ahhhh! Fuck! Yesss! FUCK me s0n! Harder! Ahhhh!” The shouts of passion come with each thrust as the words are driven out of her by the f***e of her s0n's cock slamming into her cervix. Mark's lip curls into a sneer as he begins to fuck her again with f***e and speed, pounding his m0ther's surrendered pussy, grunting with the f***e of his effort and the trill of the M0ment. Jeanette's pussy tightens again convulsing in ecstasy as her swinging tits bounce back and forth with the brutality of her s0n's i****tuous invasion. Dr Morgan pulls glistening fingers from her pussy and stands slowly, still watching the spectacle of what she's unleashed unfold before her eyes. She walks to Mark's side touches him lightly on the shoulder, marveling at his strength and energy. A twinge of jealousy rises to the surface in the deep pool of her mind. “How does it feel?” “Fucking incredible” comes the grunted response. “In fact it feels so good...I guess I've had my fill because...I think I'm about to cum” “Yess, baby, give it to me, fill me up!” Jeanette pleads. “Shoot your hot cum in M0mmy's pussy!” Jeanette wails as another orgasm begins to surge through her in anticipation of her beloved s0n's climax. “Oh, I'm going to give it to you all right, Bitch” Mark responds. The ferocity of his voice stuns Dr Morgan M0mentarily and she wonders if she's gone too far. “But not the way you think...” He takes a deep breath and slowly withdraws his cock from Jeanette, her labia sucking at it hungrily as they cling to their departing conqueror. He steps back from the couch and pulls roughly on her arms, dragging her backwards toward him. He pulls her backward into his chest, then spins her around to face him. “Remember what you made me do, that afternoon in my bedroom? It's payback time.” Jeanette looks confused and turns inquiringly to Dr Morgan silently asking for an explanation. The women lock eyes for a M0ment, neither showing any sign of comprehension. Then Dr Morgan raises her head slightly, closes her eyes and smiles. “Yes. Make her pay, Mark. Make her feel the humiliation you felt when she made you cum on your own face and called you a pervert. ” "What? I never...” Jeanette starts in protest. Mark grabs the back of her hair and pulls firmly downward, drawing a brief whimper from his m0ther as she's f***ed to her knees. Her s0n's cock is inches from her face now and she can't help but marvel at the incredibly erotic wonder it is. Thick and rock hard, like living steel, it pulses with each beat of his heart. It glistens with a thick sheen of her own juices which congeal in creamy globs at the base of his shaft. So close to her, it looks massive, the biggest penis she's ever seen. The head seems to be impossibly engorged as if it's about to burst. “Oh no. Mark don't” she whispers as the repressed memory rises to slap her in the face. In response, he uses his grip of her thick mane to f***e her gaze upward as the other hand begins stroking his cock rapidly. “Oh yes. Payback time M0m.” "Mark, Noooo!” she wines. As she looks up to plead with her s0n, his eyes close and his head rears back. Having lost his eyes, she looks downward again just in time to see his hips buck forward spasm and the head of his cock expand like the hood of a cobra preparing to strike. She reflexively shuts her eyes tightly and so doesn't see the point blank blast of thick semen explode from the head of her s0n's cock. Instead she feels its liquid heat splash all at once from her lips to her forehead. She gasps at the sensation as Mark blasts another, longer stream that lands in a line from the top of her head down to her chin. “AHHHHHHH FUCK!” He shouts as his love gun fires blast after blast of hot cum into his m0ther's face. He regains his senses enough to open his eyes and look down to see the biggest load he's ever shot coating his dear lovely m0ther's cheeks and lips. There are three thick streams of semen running from her hair line in roughly parallel paths down her nose, and cheeks. One is hanging several inches from her chin. There's a thick, large pool coating half of her tightly closed left eye and her mascara is beginning to run, staining the pool of white with streamers of black. It's the most erotic and wonderful sight he's ever seen. He turns to see Dr. Morgan. Her left hand has resumed fucking her pussy and she's smiling broadly, lewdly. “Ohhhh Yess! Well done Mark. Very well done!” she pants as her plunging fingers bring her to another set of quietly endured spasms. She catches her breath, rises to stand next to Mark. She gently reaches down and closes her left hand over Jeanette's messy cum-smeared face. She slowly, deliberately immerses her fingers in the thick slime and slides them across Jeanette's cheeks pushing a white wave towards her mouth like a snowplow clearing a path. Jeanette opens her eyes and looks submissively up at Mark as Dr Morgan pushes the wave of cum into her mouth. Jeanette licks her lips, then begins to submissively lick Dr Morgan's fingers. Dr Morgan pulls them slowly from her patient's mouth, watching the cum trail thickly from her hands to Jeanette's lips. "Holy shit, that's so fucking hot" Mark murmurs as he strokes his cock slowly, taking in the raunchy scene. "Jesus M0m, you look like a porn star. You're an absolute whore aren't you?" "Yes she is. And she's going to act like one. Suck it dry, pathetic bitch!" Dr Morgan whispers hoarsely, as she takes Jeanette's face in her hands and pushes it forward. The humiliated M0m quietly opens her mouth and takes her s0n's still throbbing dick into her mouth and sucks deeply, moaning with hunger and shame. "Good girl, get it all! Drain that cock like the greedy slut you are. You know, a good psychotherapist gets to know her patients better than they know themselves. And I've known for quite some time that you, Mrs. Wils0n, are an imposter, a fraud". She begins to caress Jeanette's still cum-smeared face as she continued to speak in low tender tones. "Your life as a suburban housewife is a facade. This...this wanton submissive cum-swilling bitch... this is who you really are. You're what we in my profession used to call a nymphomaniac. In layman's terms, you're a sex-starved slut with such low self-esteem that you'll surrender yourself to any man...or boy...who wants you. You'll spread your legs for any hard cock that's put in front of you...even if it belongs to your own s0n. I must confess, I've been looking forward to exposing you to this harsh truth. And I can hardly wait to see what Mark has in store for you, now that he knows you're ready and willing to be his bitch." Mark moans as his m0ther grips his shaft firmly, pumps it a few times and sucks the last of his cum from his cock. He pulls it from her mouth and looks down again to relish the raunchy spectacle that used to be his respectable middle class M0m. Jeanette looks up and smiles at her s0n with a new sparkle in her eyes and slowly opens her mouth, releasing a huge wad of cum from her pursed lips and letting it ooze down her chin and drop into her cleavage. "Well, like the good Doctor said," she smiled, licking her lips. "Deep down, I'm really just a greedy slut. Thank you s0n, for helping her bring it out of me. I really did need this, I've been going out of my mind with frustration since your father left. But I couldn't say anything because I was trying to be a good girl, a good m0ther!” “Not anymore!" she affirmed loudly. "From now on s0n...", she continued, as she reached out and fondled his shrinking cock, squeezing another drop of cum from the head, "I'm all yours. Use me. Take me... fuck me... whenever, and wherever you want. Thank you for giving me what I needed so badly". She turns to Dr. Morgan, who continues to stroke her hair tenderly and kisses her hand.“And thank you Doctor, for curing me of my nicotine habit. I was up to three packs a day. It seemed like every time I got anxious...or horny...I ended up with another nasty cigarette in my mouth. You may have just saved my life." “Nonsense dear” She says, caressing Jeanette's face. “It was nothing more than traditional smoking cessation therapy. I just needed to address the root cause of the anxiety that was driving you to cigarettes. .." She paused and smiled mischievously,."And give you something better to suck on.”