The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Daughter Does With Mommy’s Boyfriend

Part I

Beth Evans couldn’t believe what a slut she’d become and the worst part about it was she seemed incapable from stopping herself from doing it again.

So here she was sitting here in her apartment holding the latest installment of her depravity. It was a DVD called “Sabrina the Teenage Itch Takes Her Medicine” and it featured a smiling half-dressed Beth there on the cover.

Not her, Beth tried to tell herself. It was Joy. Joy de Vivre. It wasn’t much of a distinction. After all, Joy was her but she tried to tell herself that she wasn’t Joy.

This was the third of the Sabrina movies she’d made and she still had no idea why she kept doing it.

The phone rang and Beth went to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Joy,” said the voice on the other end of the line.

Beth’s hand tightened around the receiver. She recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It was Lenny Longfellow. He was the one who directed the Sabrina films. In fact, he’d directed her in everything she’d done. “What do you want?” she demanded.

“You sound mad,” the unperturbed man said.

Beth tried to control her voice. As much as she might want to tell herself that it was his fault, Beth couldn’t help but admit that it wasn’t his fault that she’d been such a fucking slut. That was all on her, but at least she could tell the man that she wasn’t going to do it anymore. “What do you want?” Beth asked again.

“I just wanted to make sure you got your DVD.”

Beth looked down at the cover in her hand. “I got it,” she said. She didn’t want to admit it but she seemed to have no choice.

“That’s good,” the man said. “I’m glad.”

“Is that all?” Beth asked.


“Is that all?”

“Not exactly.”

“What else?”

“I just wanted to tell you your mom’s totally hot.”

Beth knew she shouldn’t ask the question but she just couldn’t help herself. “What do you mean about that?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Lenny said with a chuckle.

“Ask who?”

“Ask your mom about her new boyfriend,” the director said and with that, the line went dead.

Ask her about her boyfriend, Beth thought. Ask her about her boyfriend. Her mom didn’t have boyfriends ... did she?

He’s playing you, Beth tried to tell herself. He’s playing you. He just wants to make you upset.

Yeah, but why?

Her mom didn’t have a boyfriend and if she did, so what if she did. Daddy and her had gotten divorced seven years ago so if mom had a boyfriend, why should that concern Beth. It was about time mom found herself a boyfriend.

Yeah, but why was it that it was Lenny Longfellow that was telling her about it?

And how the hell did he know about it to begin with?

No, Beth tried to tell herself. No. He’s just trying to get under your skin. The best thing to do is to ignore it. If mom’s got herself a boyfriend, she’d tell her about it in her own time.

Yeah, but why was Lenny telling her?

He was just trying to play her, Beth told herself. She should let it go. He was just trying to play her.

The problem was now that she’d been told, she wanted to know.

Damn it, she told herself. Damn it. She did want to know.

Beth was half tempted to pick up the phone and give her mom a call, just to prove the man wrong. But if she did that, she wondered, might that not be like admitting that he might be right?

Beth growled to herself. He wasn’t right, she told herself, and besides, she wasn’t going to justify his accusations with a phone call, and besides, she didn’t have time to just sit around here and do nothing. She had to go to class.

It didn’t take her all that long to get to campus and it wasn’t all that long before she was walking up to the building where her lit class was being held.

Her lit professor was hot. That was hardly a surprise. Probably half the girls in the class felt that way and the other half were trying to figure out just why they weren’t thinking that way and the guys, well the guys were either too pissed off that the girls were feeling the way they were about the professor or they were so clueless that they had no idea what was going on.

“So next week,” Professor Ryan concluded, “I want you to read the next two chapters of Huck Finn, and I mean really read it. Don’t just skim it.”

He didn’t get any response from that.

“I mean it, people. Do the reading or there will be consequences.”

Again, this got no response.

“Ms. Evans, I’d like you to stay after class.”

“Who me?” Beth squawked.

“Yes, you,” the professor said.

Beth put her book bag back down again as the other students filed out of the room and then she came to the front of the room. “You wanted to see me?” she asked.

Nick Ryan looked over to see the last of his students filing out of the classroom. “Yes,” he said finally. “I was wondering why you were here.”

“I’m here to get an education,” the girl said.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s so.”

The man seemed to pause as if he were weighing her answer and then he began again. “Word is you’ve been starring in some x-rated movies. Care to tell me what that’s all about.”

Beth suddenly looked nervous. “I can explain that,” she said hastily.

“Really? Well, I’d certainly like to see you try.”

Beth stood there in front of her professor but she was suddenly at a loss for words.

“Well. I’m waiting.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Beth said.

“Really? And whose fault was it?”

That was a good question. How could she tell him what she meant? How could she tell him that she hadn’t really wanted to do it.

The man sighed. “Ms. Evans, this is a place of learning. What you do on the outside is of course, your own business, but quite often, what we do on the outside plays a role in what we do here.”

“I understand,” Beth said.

“I’ll let this go for now,” the professor said, “but if I find you’ve been bringing your ... extracurricular activities ... in here, I will have to share what I’ve learned with my superiors in the department. Do you understand?”

Beth gulped. “I understand, sir.”

“All right. You can go.”

Beth grabbed her book bag and in moments, she was scurrying out the door.

Nick Ryan watched the girl go and then he reached into his own bag and he pulled out a DVD. The girl was long gone but the girl on the cover was definitely her. He was definitely going to have to give the DVD yet another look when he got home that night.

That was close, Beth told herself. It was too close. She just couldn’t risk it anymore. She couldn’t risk being a porn star. The only thing was, she still wasn’t sure why she’d done it in the first place.

She remembered doing it, of course. She remembered everything. Really, what she had a problem remembering was why she’d done it.

“Hello, Sabrina.”

For a moment, Beth hadn’t realized that that was directed at her but then she saw him, the man sitting over by the fountain. He waved at her and she recognized him and as quickly as she could, she’d made her way to where Lenny was standing. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came to see you, Sabrina.”

“Don’t call me that,” the girl hissed. “You’re going to get me into trouble.”

The man grinned. “All right. How about I call you Joy.”

Beth winced. That wasn’t much better than Sabrina. “Can’t you just call me Beth,” she asked.

“But that’s so mundane.”

“But it’s my name.”

“Oh all right. Beth it is.”

“Why are you here?”

“I came here to see you.”

“You came to see me,” Beth said. “Why’d you want to see me?”

“Oh come on, now,” the man said. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Beth shook her head.

“I like to keep track of what my little starlets are doing, even when they’re not on the set.”

Beth looked around her nervously. “Can you keep your voice down,” she asked. “Someone might hear you.”

The man reached into his pocket and he fished a something out of his pocket. “Here you go,” the man said. “You might as well hold on to this.”

Without even thinking, Beth took the bauble into her hand but almost as soon as she had done that, her face went blank.

“Well, Sabrina, and by the way, it makes it hot when people call you Sabrina because it reminds you just what a slut you’ve been, doesn’t it?”

Beth nodded.

“Say you like it when people call you Sabrina.”

“I like it when people call me Sabrina.”

“It reminds you of just what a slut you’ve been.”

“It reminds me of what a slut I’ve been.”

“Now, I’ve got a favor I want you to do for me and the good thing is when I tell you what it is, you’re really going to like it.”

Beth waited for the man to continue.

“I’m going to tell you where to find your mother’s boyfriend. When I do, I want you to go and fuck him good.”

“You want me to fuck him good.”

“You’re going to like fucking him,” the director said. “With every stroke you get from his cock, you’re going to think this is the same cock that was in your mommy’s pussy and every time you think that, it’s going to make you even hotter because you like fucking cock that’s already been inside your mommy’s cunt.”

“I like fucking cock that was inside my mom’s pussy.”

“You don’t just like it. You love it.”

“I love fucking cock that was inside my mom’s pussy.”

“You can’t wait until you do it.”

“I can’t wait until I do it.”

“You want to fuck your mommy’s boyfriend.”

“I want to fuck my mom’s boyfriend.”

Lenny slid the bauble from the girl’s hand and he watched as the blankness left the girl’s face.

Beth blinked and then she blinked again as her eyes finally focused on Lenny. “Hey,” she said. “Hey, I got a question to ask.”


“You said my mom had a boyfriend.”


Beth’s voice tried to sound innocuous as she asked her next question. “I was wondering if you might know where I could find him.”

“Find you, Sabrina?”

The girl couldn’t help but shiver with excitement when he called her that. “My mom’s boyfriend.”

“I thought you said your mom didn’t have a boyfriend, Sabrina.”

“Yeah, but I thought you said she did.”

“Sure. I can tell you where to find him, but why do you want to know?”

“I just do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“And I don’t believe you,” the girl said. “You come around here and you tell me my mom’s got a boyfriend and then when I ask you anything about him, you can’t tell me anything.”

Lenny grinned. He knew what the girl was doing even if she didn’t know what he was doing, and he could have avoided falling for her trick quite easily, but as it so happened, he wanted her to know. “His name is Craig,” the man said.

“Yeah, so. There are lots of Craigs out there. You could have just made the name up. How would I get to know him.”

“Your mom met him at her health club.”

“Yeah, so? I don’t have a membership there so that’s an easy story to tell. I asked how I could meet him.

Lenny grinned. “He’s got an apartment over on Race Street. You want the address, Sabrina?”

The girl stifled the urge to moan but that name just made her so hot. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll take whatever you got.”

“It’s eleven eighteen, apartment 322. His name is Craig Turner. Make sure you ask for Craig because he’s got a roommate and we wouldn’t want you fucking the wrong guy, would we, Sabrina? After all, people might start to think that you were a slut.”

The girl might have bristled at that characterization of her but the truth was she was already feeling rather horny, and ... well, she did need to be fucked. “You better be right about this,” she said.

“Oh, I am.”

“We’ll see,” the girl said. “We’ll see.”

She was lucky, Beth thought as she walked to her car. Race Street really wasn’t all that far away from the campus. Of course, it went on forever, so depending on where the address was, it might not be that close, but at least the street was nearby.

And so, it turned out, was the apartment. Just off campus would have been an apt description, Beth thought as she rode the elevator to the third floor.

So how was she going to approach the guy?

She was going to have to come up with something, she realized. After all, she was almost at his door, but the problem was the closer she got to the man’s door, the harder it was to think about anything else but having him slide his cock inside her. In fact, the thought of that, that was just so hot.

Oh crap, she was here, she told herself. She was here and she couldn’t think of anything to say. Maybe she should go, she told herself. Maybe she should come back when she was more ready for this, but every time she seemed to want to turn herself around, she found herself coming once more face to face with the man’s door.

Okay, she got it. She wasn’t going to be able to do that, but still, what was she going to say.

She was going to have to say something, she realized, because she’d just knocked on the man’s door.

Oh crap, she tried to tell herself. Oh crap, and it was getting worse because she thought she could hear someone coming.

What the heck was she going to say?

And that’s when the door opened.

Beth couldn’t help but stare. This couldn’t be him, she thought. This guy ... this guy was younger than her. No, this guy had to be the other guy’s son. Yeah, that made perfect sense.

“I’m looking for Craig Turner,” Beth said.

“Yeah. That’s me.”

Beth shook her head. “No, I mean your dad.”

“My dad? What’s he got do with anything?”

“Doesn’t he live here?”

“My dad lives in Minneapolis,” the boy said.

No, Beth thought. No. It couldn’t be.

“Listen,” the boy said. “I don’t know who you are but I really got to study so if you don’t mind—”

“Are you fucking my mom?”

Beth wasn’t even sure why she said it but it had just come out.

“What did you say?” the boy asked.

“Are you fucking my mom?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the boy said. “Now, if you don’t mind—”

“Oh but I do mind,” Beth said. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she knew she was right and suddenly, she knew she had to get this guy to fuck her. “I do mind,” Beth said again. “I know you’ve been fucking my mom, and now I want you to fuck me, too.”

“I ... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the boy stammered.

“Don’t be so shy,” Beth countered. “You know what I’m talking about. My mom’s name is Meredith. Meredith Evans, and you’ve been fucking her.”

Beth could see the recognition in the boy’s eyes and she knew she was right. My God, mom had been practically robbing the cradle with this guy. Mom was such a slut and knowing that made Beth hot.

“Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to tell everyone that you’ve been fucking my mom.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” the boy said.

“I won’t if you stop wasting my time and let me in.”

The boy opened almost mindlessly opened the door and he let the girl into his apartment.

The place was a dump. There was an old couch in the living room that looked like it had seen better days. There was a pizza box perched on the arm of the sofa and there were magazines strewn out on a table in front of the sofa and Beth would have been surprised if the place had been vacuumed in the last month or longer.

Had her mom really let this guy bring her here, Beth wondered. Had she really let him fuck her even after she’d seen the place looking like this. She must have really wanted it, Beth thought. She must have really wanted to get fucked to have done it here.

“You said you were Meredith’s daughter,” the boy said.

Beth nodded.

“She didn’t mention you,” the boy said.

“I’ll bet there’s a lot of things she didn’t mention,” Beth said.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Like the fact that mom’s a porn star,” Beth said, “or like the fact that no matter how good she is at being a porn star, that I’m an even better one.”

The boy just gaped at Beth.

“What’s the matter,” Beth cooed. “Didn’t mom tell you she was a porn star?”

The boy shook his head.

“You know what porn stars like mom and me know?” Beth asked.

The boy shook his head.

“We know how to please a guy,” Beth said. “Do you want me to show you what I know?”

The boy nodded numbly.

“Well, the first thing porn stars like mom and me know is if you’re going to fuck a guy, you need to get him hard first.” Beth let herself step closer to the boy and then she let her hand slide between his legs. “But from what I can see here,” she said, “it looks like you’re already hard.”

The boy nodded again.

“The next thing you got to do is show a boy just how much you appreciate him appreciating you. Did you know how we do that?”

The boy shook his head.

“Here’s how I do it,” Beth said.

She wondered if the boy even realized what she was about to do but with her hand still there stroking him through his pants, even if they were still there in the middle of his living room, maybe he should have figured it out.

She unzipped his pants and she pushed her hand inside his jeans. She could feel the boy’s briefs and his cock underneath but then she was pushing her hand inside the boy’s briefs and suddenly her hand was skin to skin with his cock. “Oooh, there you are,” she cooed. “Should we pull you out into the light?”

The boy groaned and then he nodded.

Beth grinned to herself. It wasn’t like she was really waiting for him to tell her yes. She was going to take his cock out even if he’d said no.

She unbuckled the man’s belt and then she was opening his jeans and she was pulling them down past his hips and then her hands were back again, and she was taking his underwear down as well, and then she knelt in front of him, her hand stroking his cock even as her mouth moved in closer.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned as Beth’s mouth sank down around his cock. “Oh fuck.”

Beth couldn’t help but wonder if he’d groaned like that for her mom.

He was running his hands through her hair as she sucked on his cock. “Oh fuck,” the boy groaned again. “Oh fuck.”

Beth couldn’t help herself. There was something she just had to know so in spite of herself, she pulled herself back.

“Hey,” the boy protested.

“I want to know something.”

“You want to know something,” the incredulous boy asked. “What? You want to know something now?”

“I want to know something,” Beth said again. “I want to know why you fucked my mom.”


“I want to know why you fucked my mom,” Beth repeated and she punctuated every word with a stroke of the boy’s cock.

“Listen, it wasn’t my fault,” the boy groaned. “She came on to me.”

“So you’re saying it was all her fault?” Beth asked sharply even as her hand squeezed the boy’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” the boy groaned. “No.”

“Then what was it?”

“Your mom’s hot and like I said, she came on to me.”

That was hardly the answer that Beth had expected to get. “You think my mom’s hot?”

The boy nodded.

“What do you like best about her?” Beth asked.

“I like her tits.”

Figured, Beth thought. Her mom had bigger tits than her, so of course, he was going to like that but she was sure she had something he liked too. “What do you like best about me?”

“You’re cute,” the boy said, “and you suck cock great.”

“Aw, aw, aw. I said what do you like best so just one thing. What do you like best?”

“You suck cock great.”

“Better than my mom?”

“Oh yeah,” and there was little doubt that he meant exactly what he said.

“I’ll bet you want to cum in my mouth, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah.”

That was all it took to return her mouth to the boy’s cock and from the way he started to moan all over again, it was clear he was enjoying this turn of events.

So her mom had let him fuck her, Beth thought. Well, she’d show him. She was going to suck him off and then she was going to let him cum in her mouth, just like he wanted to.

The boy was groaning almost continuously now.

It wouldn’t be long now, Beth knew. It wouldn’t be long at all.

The boy groaned and as the boy filled her mouth, that’s when Beth knew that the wait was finally over.

“That was fun,” Beth said. “I can see why mom likes you, only—”

“Only what?”

“Only we never did get around to you fucking my pussy.”

“We could still do it,” the boy said.

“Do you think so?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Oh goody. I was kind of hoping you were going to say that, only you’re going to have to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve got to promise me that you won’t tell my mom what a slut her daughter’s been.”

“No problem with that,” the boy said. “You can count on me.”

Beth couldn’t help but smile to herself. That was exactly what she’d thought he’d say.