The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

(Tuesday afternoon and night)

The next day, Veronica went shopping at lunch instead of eating with Elsbeth. She drove back to the Baxter-Harbert building. She had seen an outfit in one of the stores on the first floor that had caught her eye. When she went in, she was unable to find the outfit, but the salesclerk brought her several items of clothing that she thought would look good on Veronica.

Veronica tried the clothes on, and had to agree with the girl. She bought all of them. As she was walking out with the new outfits, she noticed an electronics store next door. She went in and purchased a small TV/VCR combo.

When she got home, she was beginning to get excited about the dating service. She kissed Samuel on the forehead, then took the new TV to her bedroom and shut the door to watch the video tape while Samuel fixed dinner for them.

At 6:30, she woke up. She had fallen asleep again!

She heard Sammy opening the front door—the doorbell must have been what woke her.

“Mom,” he called, “It’s for you.”

Veronica got up, straightened her hair, and went to the door. Ugh! There was a sleazy-looking man standing just inside the door. He had to be at least 150 pounds overweight, had stringy hair, and couldn’t have shaven in days.

“Hi,” he said in a voice that was gravelly and oily at the same time. “I’m from EZ Dating Services.” He held up his tie and tie pin, which had a red and green pattern inlaid on it, then he smiled broadly, showing bad teeth. “I’m your date for tonight.”

Veronica tried to think for a minute. “I ... uhm ... I didn’t expect them to match me up with someone so quickly.” God, how had they matched her up with THIS guy!?

He spread his hands. “Well, here I am, lady.”

“I ... don’t know. It’s late. I already have plans for tonight and ...”

“Lady, I’m from EZ. I’m your date for tonight. I have made plans for us too. Now get the lead out of your butt and scoot it along, please.”

Veronica should have been offended at his pushiness, but she wasn’t. Instead, for some reason, he made sense. “Okay, let me just change, and we can go.”

“Just hurry up, lady.”

“My name is Veronica.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

She walked into the kitchen. “Sammy, uhm, I’m not going to be able to stay for dinner tonight.”

“Mom, I just cooked all this. It’s ready to eat now.”

“Honey, I’m sorry.”

“Who IS this guy?”

“He’s my date for tonight, honey.”

“Mom! I think you can do a LOT better than that!”

“I know, honey, but I’m already obligated. Please forgive me.”

“Whatever. Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaving the kitchen and going back to the bedroom to dress in some of the new clothes she bought today.

When she reappeared, she was wearing a skirt that came about two inches above mid-thigh and a pink front-buttoning thin sweater that did not come down far enough to cover her mid-riff.

Samuel was standing in the kitchen doorway, frowning. Veronica knew he disapproved of her outfit, but it wasn’t that bad, not really. He was just being prudish because he wasn’t used to his mother dating.

She grabbed her purse. “Honey, I’ll be home later. Don’t wait up.”

He walked her to the door, frowning the whole way, then shut it behind her.

“So, what is your name, sir?”

“Urngh,” he cleared his throat. “Al. It’s Al, lady.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head with too many questions about me, lady.”

He opened the door to his ‘72 Buick and got in, leaving Veronica to get her own door, which stuck and had to be yanked open. He started the vehicle up, and blue smoke coughed out the back, then they lurched forward, death wheezes coming from the car the entire way.

How the hell had the agency matched her up with this guy!? There HAD to be some mistake!

As he drove, his right hand wandered over to her knee.

“My knee is not a stickshift, Al.”

He turned and glared at her, making her very uncomfortable.

“I—I’m not that type of lady.”

Al grinned then. It was kind of nasty when he did that, Veronica thought. “Every lady is that type of lady ... ehr, lady. Just relax and enjoy it.” He began squeezing her knee, then gradually moved up her leg.

She held her tongue while he mildly groped her thigh. She noticed they were heading into the seedy side of town. “Where are you taking me tonight, Al.”

“To a flick, lady. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”

The buildings became seedier and seedier until they finally parked. “Here?” Veronica asked, her voice cracking with nervousness. “We’re going to watch a movie here? What is it, a porno film?”

Al grinned. “Yeah! As a matter of fact, it is. C’mon, you’re gonna just love it!”

Veronica walked beside him across the street, tensing when he startled her by groping her butt under her skirt.

They reached the theater, and Al held up two fingers. “Two,” he said redundantly. The man there leered at Veronica, very much undressing her the rest of the way with his eyes.

“Al, I don’t—" she started as they walked in.

“Yeah, but I do.” He cupped her butt cheeks. “Now come along and have a good time.”

This particular porn theater actually had a concession stand, to which Al took his date. “Tub of popcorn and a pepsi,” he ordered. The man there fixed him a cardboard tub of popcorn. “No, no butter,” Al cupped his overhanging belly with both hands, “I gotta watch my weight.” He took the items and paid the man, then led his date toward the theater. “You’re gonna love this one. It’s about ... it’s about ... hell, I don’t know what it’s about. It doesn’t matter—it’s porn. But you’re gonna love it.”

When they entered the theater, it was dark, with the movie running. A man was going at it on-screen with two women. One had his cock in her mouth while he was lapping at and fingering the other one.

This was obscene!

“Over here, lady,” Al said, indicating where they should sit.

Veronica lightly touched the seat before sitting. She didn’t want to get cum stains all over her new skirt! This was a horrible place!

Al sat to her left and scooped out a handful of popcorn from the tub, then scraped it into his mouth. “I love these flicks!” he mumbled through the mouthful, spraying some popcorn onto the back of the seats in front of them. He took a drink from the straw in the pepsi, then held the cup in front of her.

“No, no thanks.”

“C’mon, lady, have a drink.”

There was no way she was going to drink from the same straw that this man had just had his lips on!

“C’mon, lady.” Then he spilled part of it on her new sweater.

“Awww, geeez! I’m sorry.” He stuck the cup between his thighs and began running his right hand over her boobs.

“Al ... Al ... Al!” She took his hand and pulled it from her tit. “I’ve got it, Al. I’VE got it.”

“Hey! I’m just trying to help!” He took his hand from hers and resumed running it over her sweatered tits.

Veronica could not BELIEVE this. She was sitting here in this seedy porno house, watching a fuck movie while this pig grabbed her boobs. This was insane! Dating service, indeed!

“There,” he said, patting a boob. “That feels dry now.” He took his hand away and went after another scoop of popcorn.

“Al,” she said, trying to keep control of the anger in her voice, “Please do NOT grope my breasts through my sweater anymore.”

Al turned to look at her and glared, and she began to get a little nervous, but then a grin flashed up on his face. “Sure, sugar-tits. No problem.” He set the popcorn tub back in his lap, then reached over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her sweater.

“Al!” she whispered.

He reached in through her neckline (now her chestline) and grabbed her right boob, roughly kneading the nipple between his thumb and fingers.

“Al!”

“Easy, lady! I’m just doin’ what you asked me. I’m not groping through your sweater anymore.”

Veronica sat there, humiliated, while her date squeezed her tit and nipple.

He reached out and undid another button, then another. That only left one still buttoned!

“Al! Please! Don’t! Don’t expose my breasts!”

“Boobs, lady! They’re called boobs!”

“Whatever! Don’t expose my—my—" She couldn’t get the word “breasts” out. “Don’t expose my boobs!”

Al popped the final button, then parted the sweater to fully expose her boobs. “Awwww, whatcha crying for, lady? The women on the screen have no problem baring theirs.”

“I’m ... I’m not ...” she tried to hold back her tears. She brought her arms up to cross them in front of her chest, but Al slapped them back down. “I’m not ON the screen,” she said sulkily.

“No, you’re not,” he said, reaching over and cupping her bared tits. “YOU’RE right here beside me.”

Veronica sat there, burning red and hot with humiliation while Al alternately groped her boob and scooped popcorn into his hole. She refused to watch the man feed. After a minute, he reached over and grabbed her wrist. “Here, you have some popcorn, too, lady,” he said, pulling her hand to the tub and pushing it in.

She started to grab some popcorn, but came across something long and hard and hot. “What the—ewww!” He had punctured a hole in the bottom of the tub, then poked his erect penis through it. “Al, that’s disgusting! We—we have to go. Now.”

“Sure, lady. Just as soon as my little friend goes down so I can walk. Mmmm, you know what? I don’t think he’s gonna go down on his own. Maybe if you stroked him a little.”

Veronica looked at this pile of garbage, a horrified expression on her face. “You ... CAN’T ... be serious.” Movement in the popcorn tub caught her eye. She looked down, and the erection was straining, swaying from side to side.

This was insane! She did not fall for lines like this when she was in high school! But something seemed ...

“Oh, this is just DISGUSTING,” she said as she reached into the tub and grabbed the woody. She began pulling up and down on it, not believing she was actually doing this. But she had to get out of here, and his woody had to go down before Al would leave. So she didn’t really have any choice.

After a minute, Al put his hand on hers to stop her. She looked over at him, puzzled—he was getting what he wanted, wasn’t he? “This isn’t working, lady. I think maybe you’d better kiss it.”

Veronica’s eyes widened. The man could NOT be serious. There was NO way! He just sat there looking at her, and she .... Disgusted, Veronica leaned over and licked, then kissed the tip, then took the head into her mouth. God, this was repulsive! She felt him grope a boob while she was leaned over. Steeling herself, she began running her tongue around on the underside of it. After a minute, Al’s hand left the boob and reached under her skirt. She felt his fingers on her bare crotch. Where had her panties gone!? She HAD worn them, hadn’t she?! Where was her bra, now that she thought about it?! She never left the house without panties and bra! But somehow ... she must have forgotten them tonight!

“Oh, yeah, lady,” Al said and pulled her up off his cock. He began to pull the popcorn tub off his prick too, but then doubled over, grunting. “Oh, shit! Shit! Shit fuck shit!”

He sat back up, obviously having shot his load before he was ready. Veronica smirked slightly. It served the bastard right. Now they could go.

“What’re you smilin’ at, bitch?!” Veronica was unable to remove the faint smile at the corners of her mouth. “I think you oughtta have some popcorn now, lady.” He met her grin. “I think I buttered it up pretty well for you.”

Veronica’s eyes widened. This was UNREAL! It could NOT be happening! He grabbed her wrist and pulled it over to the popcorn tub. Unbelieving any of this, she reached her hand down into the tub.

Everything was slimy.

She pulled out a couple pieces of popcorn. They were coated with slime. “Go ahead, lady.”

In horror, Veronica watched her hand bring the slime-covered corn toward her mouth and deposit it there, then her lips suck the rest of the slime off her fingers. Her mouth chewed the popcorn, tongueing it and the slime all around in her mouth. She swallowed, then found herself smiling earnestly for her date.

“Mmmm-mmmm good, ain’t it, bitch?”

Veronica felt her head nod eagerly.

“Better have the rest.”

Veronica felt her head nod eagerly again, then she began scooping cum-covered popcorn rapidly into her mouth, licking her fingers frequently.

Al just looked on tolerantly at the famished lady, smiling, while he reached up under her skirt to play with her pussy.

When she finished the popcorn, Veronica found herself running her tongue all around the inside of the tub, trying to consume the last of the jism.

What had she just DONE?!

“Oh ... my ... God!” she whispered.

“Hey, lady, don’t play like you didn’t like it. You’ve wet your seat.”

Veronica felt down between her legs, and her juices had soaked the theater seat.

“Oh ... my ... God!”

“I’d say you’ve had a good time tonight, lady.”

Veronica shook her head negatively, her eyes wide, her mouth open. She had NOT enjoyed herself tonight! And ... yet ... the seat WAS dripping wet?!

“Time to go, lady.”

Veronica started to button her sweater, but Al pulled her hands away. “No. You can do that in the lobby.”

“But—”

Al pulled her up and started pushing her toward the aisle.

Veronica felt her body begin walking as directed, her bare boobs on display for the other patrons of the theater.

She could have shit when she felt her nipples perk up and harden!

When they reached the back of the theater, just before they reentered the lobby, Al reached around and buttoned up Veronica’s sweater, feeling her up a great deal in the process.

They walked into the lobby. Veronica could not believe her pussy juices were running down her thighs. What the hell was going on!?

Al led her back out to his vehicle, and the beast coughed blue smoke then staggered along, carrying them back to her place.

As he drove, Veronica found herself leaning over towards Al, unzipping his pants, then cleaning the rest of the dried cum off his pecker.

How ... COULD ... she ... be doing this!?

Al regained an erection during her ministrations.

When they reached Veronica’s residence, they parked across the street and up a block. Al zipped his pants and got out of the car.

Veronica got out too. Thank God this night was over!

“Which window is your son’s room?” Al asked as they crossed the road.

“Don’t you DARE hurt—”

“Easy, lady. We’re not going to hurt him. I just want to know which window is his.”

“That one. On the side of the house,” she said suspiciously.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. C’mon.” He took her hand and led her towards the window.

“What are—”

“Ssshhh.”

When they got under the window, Al pulled her sweater open and her skirt up, then began feeling her up all over. Veronica felt aghast as she realized her body was responding to this pig.

“Don’t, Al. Don’t,” she whispered.

Al continued to grope her, then unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Veronica felt her body sink to her knees and her mouth envelope the erect penis sticking out of the walking garbage heap.

“Mmmmm ...” she heard emerge from her throat.

After a minute, Al pulled her up by the shoulders and began groping her again. Veronica leaned her arms back over her head, against he wall of her son’s bedroom, to push her breasts forward to meet Al’s tongueing.

“Don’t stop, Al. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

Al stopped. Veronica looked down at him, puzzled. He had pulled a portable phone from his coat pocket and was dialing a number. She looked at him, perplexed, as he handed the phone to her.

“Hello?” she heard her son’s voice on the phone. “Hello?” he repeated after a moment. Al motioned towards the phone.

“Uhm ... hi, baby. It’s me, Mommy.”

“Mom? Are you alright? That creep hasn’t done anything, has he?!”

“Ohhh ...” she said, nodding her head, “He’s done some things, he’s really DONE ... some THINGS! But it’s okay. All the things were okay with me.”

“Where are you? Is everything all right?”

Al leaned into her pussy and began lapping.

“I’m on my way home, baby. Everything—everything’s all right.” Al stuck a finger up her ass. “Ohh!! Everything’s VERY all right.”

“You sound funny, Mom.”

“I’m sorry ... uhngh ... baby.” Veronica felt her body approaching climax. “I ... unghgh! ... Mommy just has ... ungh ... a tummy ... oh! ... a tummyache.” She arched her back, right on the verge of an orgasm.

“Are you coming home soon?”

“Oh, baby! Momma’s cumming ... any second now!” Al stood and pushed his pecker into her soakubg cunt. “Momma’s ...! Cuuuuuummmmmming!!” She covered the mouthpiece of the phone as she squealed and writhed.

“Mom?! Mom!?”

Limp, she uncovered the phone again. “Baby, sorry. Momma had a ... bad cramp. I’ll be home in just a couple minutes, baby.”

“I’ll wait for you, Mom.”

“Thank you, baby.” She clicked the disconnect button on the phone.

“You didn’t wear a condom!” she hissed at Al.

Al patted her abdomen possessively. “No, I didn’t, did I? Well, maybe you’ll be fixing a little Al in the oven soon, lady.”

“Aaaalll!” she whined.

“See ya another time, lady,” he said, walking back to his car.

This was the CRAZIEST fucking night! Veronica pulled her skirt down and rebuttoned her sweater. She noticed some cum near the neck of the sweater that she must have dripped while eating that buttered popcorn. She licked it off. How could she DO the things she had done tonight!? How could she LET all these things be done TO her!?

She picked her purse up off the ground and dug her keys out. She walked to the door and was preparing to stick the key in the lock when the door flung open.

“Mom!” Samuel said, then pulled her inside and hugged her. “I was worried about you!”

She held his head to her shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. Momma’s all right.”

Samuel wrinkled his nose. “What’s that smell?”

Veronica knew it was her and her juices and probably a little of Al’s juices. “We had some soup at dinner, and I spilled some on myself. I need to go get cleaned up. I love you, baby.” She kissed him on the forehead, then started walking towards the bathroom. “Go on to bed now. You have class tomorrow. I’m going to get cleaned up, then go to bed.”

“Good—goodnight, Mom.”

Veronica took a hot bath, rinsing her pussy out as much as she could, praying she got all the little spermies that Al deposited. She did not think she could bear to raise a little Al.

Afterwards, she dressed in her nightgown and headed for her bedroom.

The things that had happened this evening were just inconceivable! In the first place, she had gone out with that heaping pig of a man! To a porno film! Where she had let him grope her! And expose her breasts!! Then she had pulled on his pecker!! Then taken him into her mouth!! Oh, God, that was humiliating!! And eaten his jism! Then she had walked in public with her boobs hanging out! Then she had fucked the pig underneath her own son’s bedroom window! While she was on the phone talking to her son!!

Her mind boggled at it all.

She was going to call that dating service tomorrow and give them a piece of her mind! There was no way she was compatible with that man! Scientific matchings, indeed!!

She plugged the videotape into the TV/VCR and watched it until she fell asleep.