The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alicia couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she picked her step-son Albert up from the airport. Just one glimpse of him was all it took—he seemed to have absolutely no concept of personal hygiene…or even basic grooming. He’d left at the beginning of the year, but his baggy, stained college sweatshirt already looked like it was half a decade. He was wearing thick glasses and his hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed since he’d moved out.

Forcing a smile onto her face, Alicia raised her hand to grab his attention. To her surprise, as her husband’s only son walked towards her, one of the air hostesses called out his name and blew him a kiss when he turned around.

He didn’t even seem surprised, and his nod in reply made her blush and giggle.

That was odd, Alicia thought to herself. Maybe he knows her from college?

The ride home was awkward. Alicia had made no secret of her disdain for Albert—he was only a few years younger than her, and she’d always thought of him as a total loser. No social skills, no dress sense, no real ambition. If his father hadn’t insisted he go away to study electrical engineering, Alicia suspected he would happily have spent his whole life watching porn in the basement and awkwardly leering at her.

Albert had never made any efforts to hide his desire for his new “trophy wife” mom. He treated her like an object to lust after—Alicia had never dared say anything to his father about it. She was aware that a man doesn’t marry a woman half his age to hear constant complaints, and Alicia was happy to be the good wife he wanted her to be, in exchange for the considerable financial security that he offered.

But when Howard had finally snapped and sent his son away for college, she’d breathed a huge sigh of relief. No longer would she have to put with the constant ogling—as soon as Albert had moved out, she’d felt comfortable wearing some of her favorite outfits around the house again. Short skirts, sexy night-gowns. On days when she knew no one else was coming around, she would sometimes walk around naked.

Not any more, she sighed. Now that Albert was home, it would be back to drab, dowdy outfits—not that it made a different. No matter what she wore, he just looked at her like he was a piece of meat.

Disgusting. She couldn’t wait until the summer holidays were over.

“What’s that?” she asked, as Albert opened his carry-on luggage and removed a small black box, around the size of a mobile phone.

“It’s a voice modulator,” he replied in his typical nasal tone. “I discovered it by accident in college. If I hold it up to my throat, my words go directly into the subconscious of anyone listening, allowing me to control them without them even realizing. Let me show you.”

Despite her dislike of the young geek, Alicia couldn’t help but admit that she was intrigued, and turned to watch as Albert moved the device to his throat and opened his mouth.

“You don’t believe me,” he said, “and nerd stuff like this doesn’t interest you anyway.”

Alicia stifled a yawn, and turned her attention back to the road. It didn’t seem to work—that was probably why he hadn’t said anything. Embarrassed that he’d wasted his time on such a stupid idea.

She managed to prevent herself from rolling her eyes as he put the device into his pocket. Her step-son was the antithesis of everything she wanted in a man—even his hobbies were unspeakably dull.

When they arrived back at the house, Alicia parked the car and started to head inside.

“Take my bags.”

She paused halfway up the path—he may have been a little twerp, but she could at least be a good host. She picked up Albert’s luggage and carried it inside for him, setting it down in the spare room—as soon as Albert had moved out, she’d taken great pleasure in packing away every trace of him, and converting his bedroom into a guest room.

Once his bags were down, Alicia turned to her step-son for thanks, but in response he just put his small device to his throat and spoke once more.

“You want to make something amazing for dinner tonight. Start preparing it now.”

“Nothing?” she said, and Albert muttered thanks while staring at her tits.

In response, she rolled her eyes once more and headed downstairs to start cooking. The next few months of living with her awful step-son were going to be difficult—she might as well face it with a full stomach.

To Alicia’s dismay, Albert came downstairs to watch her cook. Supposedly he just wanted to sit in the warmth of the kitchen; he’d even brought a magazine to read, but he spent more time staring at her as she flitted around the kitchen getting ingredients ready than he did looking at the pages of what she quickly realized was a Playboy magazine.

“You should bend over as much as possible when you’re cooking.”

As she prepared the roast, Alicia suddenly decided to make a new kind of gravy. It was a new recipe, and she couldn’t remember exactly what ingredients were involved, requiring her to check the bottom shelf of the pantry again…and again…and again.

She blushed as she realized that Albert was probably checking out her firm ass every time she bent over—the little creep. Still, there was nothing that could be done about it, and she resigned herself to the fact that as she cooked, her step-son was almost certainly staring at her.

“Take off your top.”

Turning on the oven, Alicia realized how incredibly hot it was in the kitchen. No wonder Albert had decided to come and join her—the rest of the house must have been freezing, but the oven made the kitchen quite warm.

Too warm. It was starting to become overwhelming hot, in fact, and as she cooked, the heat was all that she could think of. She started chopping up vegetables, becoming increasingly aware of each droplet of sweat on her body, slowly building up, slowly sliding down her pale white skin…

Alicia considered turning the air conditioning on, but Howard had complained about how high the most recent energy bill was. Rather than contribute to greenhouse gases, she decided the easiest thing to do would simply be to remove some clothes. Sure, it would give the pervert sitting behind her something more to ogle at, but that was just the cost of saving the earth.

Behind her, Albert smiled as Alicia casually removed everything above the waist except her bra. He’d long dreamed of what her body would look like under the prudish outfits she normally wore, and it didn’t disappoint. Her stomach was flat and toned, and her breasts were full—at least a C-cup, he estimated.

“Change into some heels,” he said, holding the device up to his throat, and watched as Alicia again grew increasingly uncomfortable as she tried to disobey her own subconscious.

There was no reason for her to change into heels—on some level, she knew that. But as his command burrowed deeper and deeper into her head, growing in force the more it was denied, the flimsy justifications that her mind concocted became more and more pressing.

She told herself that wearing a bra in front of her step-son was sending entirely the wrong idea. He would be staring at her tits, and that would be completely inappropriate. No, she had to stop that at all costs…best put on some heels, so that his attention was diverted to her (stockinged, and thus covered) legs instead.

With a smile, Alicia left the room and put on her tallest pair of heels—just to make sure they distracted him as much as possible.

“Take your skirt and stockings off,” Albert said as soon as she returned to the kitchen.

This time she obeyed almost immediately—leaving the room had made her ultra aware of just how hot the kitchen was, and since she knew she’d cooking for a few hours yet, overheating was a real risk. Better to undress now and get it out of the way.

The next few hours passed uneventfully—Albert’s magazine was put to the side, and he enjoyed himself simply watching as his sexy step-mother put together a meal fit for a king, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Her legs were long, toned and shaved, and from the lack of stray hairs poking out the sides, he suspected her pussy was either neatly trimmed or completely bare.

He could have had her flash it at him, but the young man had a taste for anticipation, and enjoyed allowing his imagination to run wild as Alicia unwillingly paraded her tight body in front of him. Just as she was taking the roast out of the oven, Albert’s father Howard returned home, and goggled at the sight of his son staring at his wife, dressed only in heels and underwear.

“What the hell is going on here?” he bellowed, and Albert acted quickly.

“This is totally normal,” he said, and his father calmed down immediately. “Ignore my device.”

“What do you mean?” his young wife asked, concerned.

“Sorry,” Albert said, pausing as his brain rewired. “I thought that something…no, never mind. It’s nothing.”

The meal was delicious. Even more delicious, however, was watching Alicia squirm as she ate.

“You’ve very horny right now,” Albert said as soon as they all sat down, and when he noticed a flush come across his father’s face, quickly added “Not you, Dad.”

It didn’t take Alicia long to notice her sudden spike in arousal. It made sense, she told herself—her husband was home, and she’d just spent the last few hours preparing a meal for him. There was something so domesticated about that—it played into her submissive streak.

Yes, that was it.

“You’re getting hornier by the minute.”

Of course, now that she’d started thinking about how horny she was…—

“Not you, Dad.”

—…it was a vicious cycle. She was turned on because she wanted to have sex with her husband—her hot and handsome man. She wanted him to lay her down on the bed and spread her legs…she wanted him to lie on top of her, and fill her with his thick cock until she reached a screaming orgasm.

She wanted him to unload inside of her—Howard didn’t want any more children, and so she’d lied and told him she was on the pill—filling her up with his hot, thick cum. Alicia wanted a baby, and there was something so sublimely sexy about the fact that she was going to trick her husband into giving her one.

Alicia was so hot and horny she could barely sit still. Even Albert’s Dad had noticed that something was up—his sexy young minx of a trophy wife was wriggling in her seat as she ate, trying to maintain basic conversation, not even aware of how low and husky her voice had become.

Every inch of her body screamed sex at the best of times, but sitting at the dinner table in her underwear, her hard nipples clearly visible through her black bra, so wet that the boys could smell it…

At that moment, Alicia was practically radiating arousal. It was all she could do to stop herself from masturbating at the table, and if Albert’s command hadn’t specifically prevented his father from getting horny, Howard would likely have made an excuse to take Alicia into a side room and fuck her.

Soon Alicia couldn’t even speak. Her arousal had turned her brain into mush—all she could think about through the sexy fog was getting off. She wanted to play with herself at the table, but she knew that she couldn’t. Could she? No, that was wrong.

So wrong…

With a moan, Alicia was unable to resist pushing her panties to the side, and slipping one finger inside herself.

“You can’t cum,” Albert said quickly, and suddenly Alicia’s pleasure turned into a deep frustration.