The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it ...

There is an ancient folk tale among the Bhaharadi people in northern India concerning a monkey with a most unusual penis.

A young accolite sought to capture a monkey, that he might study its approach to life and learn from its ways.

He had heard of a practice by aboriginals of the area, of hollowing out a gourd, tying it firmly to a tree or large stone, then placing a few morsels of food inside it. If it is located where monkeys frequent, one of the monkeys invariably smells the food, reaches his hand inside and grabs the food, but then is unable to get his hand out of the gourd because his fist is now larger than the opening. If the monkey would only let go of the food, he would be able to get his hand out of the gourd and escape, but the monkeys are unable to figure this out. And thus the aboriginals are able to cleave their skulls and dine on monkey-brain hors d’oeuvres.

The accolite prepared his gourd, tied it to a tree, and placed a few morsels of fruit in it, then walked back into the bushes to wait in hiding.

Within an hour, the accolite saw a monkey approaching, swinging through the tree limbs, but he was very puzzled, for this monkey appeared to have three arms. When the monkey approached close enough, the accolite was astounded, for he saw that the third arm was actually the monkey’s penis.

“A prehensile penis!” the accolite muttered. “A fucking prehensile penis! I gotta get me one of those!”

The monkey approached the trap, but did not reach his hand inside. Instead, he inserted that amazing penis and began humping the hole. As the monkey’s erection reached a certain size, the pistoning action siezed, and the monkey began squealing, unable to withdraw his swollen penis and also unable to continue pumping to orgasm.

In the distance, the monkey’s mate heard her lover squealing. Unable to bear the thought of anything happening to his precious tool, the tool that did such marvelous things for her, she scrambled rapidly towards his screams. She would save him and his tool—or at least his tool—no matter what.

The accolite decided that he truly must have that magic penis, as a fertility charm, as a good luck charm, and he approached the trapped monkey with a long knife bared.

The monkey saw the accolite approach with his knife, and knew instinctively that the accolite sought to take his magic gift, to cut it off and take away that which made the monkey special. The monkey’s brow furrowed with anger—he WOULD NOT let his precious organ be stolen! He would see to the destruction of anyone that tried to take it! Concentrating, he placed a wish in his magic tool, a wish that was a curse across the ages, bringing misfortune to those that were subject to it.

The monkey braced himself, and as the accolite came within a few feet of him, he forced his pelvis hard to the gourd. He ejaculated, casting his spell, and the magic tool spewed jism so hard that it burst out the other side of the gourd.

The accolite started the swing of his great knife.

The monkey’s mate leaped from the tree limbs and landed between the monkey and his attacker, ready to take on the attacker all by herself if needed to protect that precious gift of her lover.

The jism hurled from where it had burst out of the gourd, splattering the back of the monkey’s mate, causing her to cry out in pain.

The accolite, not expecting the monkey’s mate to drop from the trees, cut her head off before he could halt his swing.

The monkey stared aghast at what his magic tool’s seed had just done.

The monkey’s mate’s dying eyes stared at her lover’s eyes angrilly, laying guilt and blame there for being such a stupid monkey. Then they drifted to his magic tool sticking out the far end of the gourd, and she died smiling dumbly with the half-conscious anticipation of pleasure from that marvelous tool.

The accolite’s blade swung a second time.

Stunned, the monkey took three steps back from the gourd and realized that he was several pounds lighter. How?! How could his magic tool have let this happen to him and his mate?! He clutched his wounded groin, then fell over.

The accolite leered greedily as he carefully cracked open the gourd so as not to damage the precious charm. Over the next few weeks, he annointed the penis with sacred herbs, drying it, chanting sacred prayers over it.

The dried penis has been handed down through the ages to this day, granting wishes to the owner and exacting strange costs to those around him and especially to those that try to help him.

They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. The monkey’s mate could tell you to be even more careful what you don’t wish for, because you just might get it anyway ...

... while the gods laugh and laugh and laugh ...

Yin-Swing

Where Did THESE Come From?!

David was dreaming about writing down what Mary Ellen Milan wanted to order from the Chinese Palace. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was so pretty that, without thinking, he reached out and cupped her boob.

Suddenly there was screaming.

David’s eyes fluttered open as he scrambled to come up with an excuse as to why he would just reach out and grab a girl’s boob in public like that.

He managed to open his eyes and look at the clock: 3:00 AM. Looking out into the hall, he saw light coming from his mother’s room, and suddenly wasn’t so sure the scream had come from his dream. He got up—quietly in case it was an intruder—grabbed the baseball bat he had lying in the corner of his room and noiselessly hurried to his mother’s room. The sheets were flipped back and the bathroom light was on, so he stepped to the doorway of that room.

And his jaw dropped. David didn’t know his mother was an A cup, he just knew that she was very flat—she always had been. However, there was at least a D cup set of perky boobs hanging off her chest now, and she was studying them in the mirror. The baseball bat dropped to the floor.

“Mom!”

Lydia Moreno jumped, startled, and clasped her hands over her new boobs. “David! Don’t—ungh!” She groaned and involuntarilly squeezed her boobs as she felt them trigger the orgasms that arched her back and forced her to her knees.

“Unnngh!” she groaned again as her hands squeezed her breasts to bring on another orgasm.

“Mom!” David didn’t know if she was in pain or if she were—but, no, she couldn’t be. She was his mother. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her breasts. She fought him for a moment, then relented. Slowly, she refocussed from the orgasms, panting.

“Are you okay?” David asked.

“Yes ... I’m ... okay ... let go ... of my ... hands,” she breathed.

“Are you in pain?”

“No,” she said emphatically. “Certainly not, not pain. Let go of my hands, David.”

David didn’t want her to grab her chest and collapse to the floor again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“David, let go of my hands. What are you trying to do? Gape at my breasts?”

David immediately let go. “No! No, I’m just concerned about you.”

Lydia stood. “David, turn around while I cover up.”

David clamped his eyes shut and turned around. “Are you sure you’re okay, Mom?”

“David, I don’t know. I just ... I just ...”

She gave a high pitched sigh, and David turned to face her. “Mom, are you—?”

She was trying to ease her robe over her breasts without orgasming again. “David, go to the kitchen, please.”

“But—”

“You’re making me uncomfortable standing there while I get dressed. Go wait for me in the kitchen, and I’ll be right there.”

David stared at her boobs. Lord, they were big now! “Yes, ma’am.” He turned away and walked out to the kitchen, worried she might collapse to the floor again. He heard several groans and high-pitched sighs and was seriously considering going back in to check on her, when she came out in a transparent nightie top.

“Mom, you know that you can see—”

“Well, David, it was the only thing light enough to not make me orga—to not irritate my breasts.” She pulled a chair out and sat down.

“What? Did they just—" he made gestures about his chest area “—swell?”

“I guess so. Since I went to bed, no less.”

“Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?”

“No. No, I think I’ll wait until tomorrow.”

“But they—this isn’t ... natural.”

“You’re telling me! But I think I’ll wait until tomorrow and make an appointment to see Dr Schnyder.”

“I don’t know. Is that wise? To wait?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“So you’ll what? Sleep on your back tonight? So that you don’t irritate them?”

Lydia arched an eyebrow. “I’ll figure out how to sleep by myself, David. Your mind doesn’t even need to go there.”

David cast his eyes down. “Yes, ma’am.”

She stood and couldn’t help brushing a nipple with the back of her hand as she did so. “Mmmmm,” she smiled. “We should get back to bed. And I’ll call the doctor in the morning.”

“If you’re—”

“Yes, I am sure. I need to get back to bed.” With that, she headed back to the bedroom, shutting the door.

David walked back and listened at the door before returning to his room. Already, he could hear moans and sighs.

David went back to his bed, but didn’t get any sleep the rest of the night either.

When the alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning, David went to his mother’s door and knocked, paused, then opened the door.

There was sudden movement at the bed—the covers being yanked up to cover his mother’s body.

“Mom?” David called quietly. He knew she was pretending to be asleep, but it was less awkward to play along with her. “Mom? Get up.”

“Hmmm?” She sighed and arched her back, then quivered as the covers moving over her nipples triggered another orgasm.

She opened her eyes. “Oh, David, what a night,” she sighed.

“I know, Mom. We need to make an appointment for you to see Dr Schnyder today.”

“Yes, sweetie. You go on to school and I’ll call.”

“No, Mom. I don’t want you to ... "—he really could not tell his mother that he didn’t want her to “squeeze your breasts until you orgasm your brains to mush” even though that was what he was worried about—“...fall back asleep. Let’s get you to the kitchen.”

“No, honey, I’m just fine right here.”

“No, we need to get you to the kitchen so you don’t fall back asleep.” He tugged the covers back from her neck. She was still in her transparent nightie, her big boobs still there, the nipples still erect. The effects they were having on him even though she was his mother! He would have given almost anything to reach out and knead those big things, making her cum and whimper with every squeeze. But there was no way he could do such a thing. She was his mother, for God’s sake. So get a grip on your animal urges, he told himself! “Come on, Mom.” He held her hand and pulled her up.

Lydia relented, although she had two small orgasms as the clothing shifted when she stood.

They walked to the kitchen, Lydia going very gingerly, and she was able to suppress most of the orgasms, only three slipping through. David politely ignored the whimpers that htose caused to leak out of her mouth.

He got her sitting in a chair at the table and was getting the phone book when there was a knock on the door. “Dammit,” David cursed.

“David, don’t curse.”

He opened the door and his college classmate, Paul Spellman, stood there. “Hi, David.”

“Hi, Paul. I’m sorry, I’ve got an exam this morning and I’m running around trying to get dressed and study at the same time. If it’s okay, I’ll get with you on campus.” He started to close the door.

Paul put his hand to the door. “Three questions. I’ve got just three questions about the last chapter, and I’ve got the same exam in class today too.”

“I’m REALLY busy, Paul.”

“I know,” Paul said, pushing the door open again, “And I’ll ONLY take a moment.”

David sighed and moved to block Paul’s view of his mother. “What are the questions?” he asked curtly.

“Hey, Ms Moreno!” He leaned around David and waved to his mother. She had her forearms held in front of her breasts in the kitchen and did not wave back. “Wow!” Paul exclaimed and marched past David to the kitchen.

“Paul! Paul! You have to leave!” David followed him.

“Wow, Ms Moreno! Where’d you get all the cleavage?!”

“Paul,” she sighed, “I need to go see the doctor today. Please ask your questions of David and go. We’re busy here this morning.”

“Would you move your arms, Ms Moreno? So I can see them? They’re HUGE!”

David was stunned when his mother visibly paused, seeming to actually consider doing what Paul asked. Then she actually started to move her arms slightly, but then moved them back and shook her head. “No, that would not be appropriate, Paul.”

“Then ... let me ... touch them. One quick squeeze. And I know it will feel as good for you as it does for me, Ms Moreno.” He began reaching for her breasts.

Instead of slapping Paul’s hands back, Lydia simply sat as she was. Then to David’s astonishment, she lowered her forearms!

In front of David’s eyes, Paul grabbed each boob and Lydia sighed as she arched her back. Then Paul began groping and tweaking the nipples, and Lydia quivered with little orgasms.

David just stared at his mother—his MOTHER!—letting her boobs be groped, shivering as she came in tremoring waves. “Paul ...” he finally muttered. “Paul! STOP that shit! That’s my MOTHER for chrissakes!”

“But they’re just so beautiful, man!” he said still fondling them.

David slapped Paul’s hands away from his mother’s tits. “Cut it out, man! She’s my MOM! Stop DOING that to her!”

“Okay, okay. I’m under control now. I’m sorry. She’s just so beautiful!”

“She’s my MOM!”

“Okay,” Paul said. “I’m cool now. You go get dressed, and we’ll get off to school.”

“Mom?” David called. She was still lightly quivering from the orgasms Paul had induced and did not reply to her son. David put his finger on her brow and pulled her eyelid open—her eyes were rolled back in her head, the simpering smile still on her face. “Man, if you’ve given her brain damage, I am going to kill you slowly.”

Paul just shrugged.

David sighed and went to get dressed. Hopefully she’d be sobered up by the time he got back out and he could get her to a doctor.

Two minutes later, he emerged from his room, dressed. He found his mother leaned back in the chair with her nightie parted to bare her breasts, her back arched, oblivious except to her orgasms. Paul was standing behind her, reaching forward to grope each tit, to his mother’s shivering enjoyment.

“PAUL!”

“Sorry, man.”

“What IS this shit?! Don’t DO that!”

“You’re right, man. I won’t,” he said, still cupping and squeezing the boobs.

“So STOP!”

Paul reluctantly pulled his hands back from Ms Moreno.

“Mom?” David called as he walked over to her. “Mom?” She was still oblivious. He went to pull her nightie closed, but there were gobs of white sticky stuff between her breasts. “Paul! Goddammit!", David yelled, his voice warbling, “Do NOT tittie-fuck my freaking MOM!”

“Sorry, man. She’s just so hot.”

“FUCKER!” David went to get a paper towel, then returned to his mother and wiped up between her breasts, causing her to shiver some even then.

“Oh, GODDAMMIT,” David cursed, then wiped two small white splotches off his mother’s cheek. “You had to squirt her in the FACE too?!”

“Sorry, man. It’s just that a little bit splattered. I came pretty hard.”

“NOT ON MY MOM!!“

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He pointed to the side of his forehead and twisted his hand in a gesture to lock the lesson in. “Don’t shoot jism on David’s mom.”

“Don’t even touch her, you shit!”

“Okay.”

“Mom?! Mom?! You with me?” Lydia groaned and stirred, still smiling, but did not reply.

“She looks like she’s still in the pink zone.”

“Shut up, Paul,” David said without looking around. “Mom? C’mon, Mom.”

“Man, I gotta go or I’ll miss the exam. Just give her a few minutes to recover. I know my girlfriends always need about ten minutes to regain consciousness after I make them cum. I’ll check in on you two later.”

“Don’t bother. You’re not welcome here,” David spat as Paul stepped out and closed the door. He lightly shook his mother, and she still did not respond coherently. “Mom?”

Lydia arched her back, stretching, and her palm accidentally rubbed across David’s crotch. “Ooh ...” David’s eyes clenched and he shivered, “... SHIT!” He looked down at the stain that was already spreading on his pants.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m getting you to the hospital as soon as I change!”

Motherhood Made Easy

David hurriedly re-dressed and returned to the living room, where he found his mother lucid and sitting in the chair he had left her in, but not wearing her robe. Instead, she word a black thong bikini, a sheer black mesh top, sheer black stockings, a studded black choker and black five inch heels.

“Hi, baby,” she sighed.

“Mom?!” David squeaked.

She waved her hand in front of her, and David saw that her nails were at least two inches long and coated in cherry red polish. “In the flesh, sweetie.” Her lips were sharply lined in dark red lipstick.

“Are—are you okay.”

“Oooh, I’m much BETTER than okay. MUCH better. I think that I’m very VERY good. Just try me and see, David.”

“Mom!”

“Please, sweetie ... call my ‘Lydia’.”

“Mom!”

She put her fists on her hips. “Young man! I asked you to call me ‘Lydia’! Now, please, try it.”

David stared at his mother.

“It’s not that hard.” She pursed her very red lips in the most distracting way. “Ly-di-a. Now you try it.”

“Lydia?”

She smiled. “Mmmmm, that’s much better. Yes, David?”

“Uhm ... Lydia ... we need to get you to a doctor.”

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest, smiling faintly and arching a brow. “Are you wanting to play doctor with me, young man? With your own mother?”

“No!” David blurted out, his voice cracking.

She waved a hand. “Because I’m okay with that, sweetie.” Slowly she lightly traced one finger down the front of her top. “I can be your nurse and give you some medicine.”

“Mom!”

“I already told you, David. It’s ‘Lydia’. And maybe you’d rather give ME some medicine instead. Yes ... I think I’d like that. A good ... thick ... salty ... dose of—”

“Lydia!” David’s voice cracked. “Calm down! We need to think straight here.”

“And are you straight, David? Straight ... and long ... and stiff and—”

“Right. We need to get you to a doctor right away.”

“Will HE be able to make me feel better, David?” she asked in a little girl’s voice. “’Cause I have this buuuurning right here.” She let her hand drop to her lap.

David just stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

She stood. “You’re right, though. We do need to go out. But to the clothing store. I need to pick up some items.”

“Some heavy woolen items ...”

“No, sweetie. Lingerie, teddies, garters, nipple chains, thigh high boots, paint-on latex, strap-on dil—”

“No, no, no, NO!”

“Things like I’m wearing now. Do you LIKE what I’m wearing now, David?” She held her hands out to the side and slowly turned around for him to examine her.

“Nnnggg!” David moaned. “Where DID that outfit come from anyway? You don’t have clothes like that, do you?”

“Oh, David ... I think I might surprise you. You are a bit ... naive ... at times.”

“Mom!” She frowned back at him. “I mean, Lydia!”

“But no, this outfit seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I like it. So let’s go.” She walked toward the front door and laid her hand on it.

“Mom! Lydia! No! You can’t go out of the house like that!”

She held her hands out to her sides. “Well, why not?”

“You—... your—... You’ll get us arrested! Your nipples are almost showing through the top!”

She put her fists on her waist. “And what exactly is my son doing studying my nipples? Hmmm?”

“I’m NOT!”

She reached up and pinched her nipples through the sheer top, shivering from the sensations. “And WHY not?!” she pouted, “Are my nipples not good enough for you?”

“No! You’re my mother!”

“And that automatically makes my nipples ugly?”

“No, I—" David sighed. There was just no winning here. “You have beautiful nipples, okay?”

“Oh!” she bounced up and down most distractingly. “Do you really think so, David?” she cooed.

“Mom. Lydia. Let’s just slow down a little. Sit. Please.”

Lydia sat back down in the chair like a good little girl.

“Okay. You can’t go out dressed like that. We need to get you dressed appropriately. Then we need to get you to a doctor.”

Lydia leaned back and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. “Does my body intimidate you, David?”

David knew his erection was showing through his pants. “Mooom!” he whined, “You are being IMPOSSIBLE!”

“No, sweetie. I’m VERY possible. I’d even say that I’m being downright easy.”

David sighed. “Mom. Lydia. Look at you. Your pubic hair is sticking out on both sides of your thong. You can’t go out like that.”

Lydia looked down and tugged on the hairs that were as David described them. “Well, mercy me! You’re right. My pussy is sort of shaggy, isn’t it?” She stood and started walking towards the back of the house. “You’re right, then. Come along. We need to fix this.” She hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it down and off. She looked at David over her shoulder to find him speechless, his mouth hanging slack. “Well, stop gaping at your mother’s naked ass, David. Come along. I need your assistance.”

David waited a couple seconds, then wandered back to the hall, totally unsure what to do now. Nobody’s mother EVER acted like this! Did they?

“Come along, David,” Lydia called from the bathroom.

He stepped into the bathroom, and she was seated on the toilet, her legs spread wide to open up her pubic area. David quickly averted his eyes.

Lydia handed him a can of shaving cream. “Sweetie, help lather me up.”

“But—" David sighed, defeated, then put some cream from the can onto his fingers and dabbed around Lydia’s groin, still trying to avert his eyes.

“Honey, you’re going to have to look at what you’re doing. Otherwise you might stick a finger right up my sopping wet hole. So, please, look at my pussy.” She paused, then grabbed his chin with her hand and gently turned his head. “You don’t want to be a motherpoker. So look at my pussy, sweetie.”

David allowed his head to be turned and then did as he was told. She might be his own mother, but, Lord, she had a pretty pussy.

With that thought, David dropped his eyes again. How DOES one behave when his mother is acting like this?!

“David,” Lydia sighed. She took his hand in her two hands while he still kept his eyes downcast. She bent his pinkie and ring finger, then bent his index finger. Then she moved his hand and he felt his middle finger enveloped by warm wet flesh.

She couldn’t have!

“David. David, look.”

David’s eyes crept up to see his own middle finger embedded to the hilt in her hot, wet vagina.

“David, do you see what can happen if you don’t look and pay attention?”

“Mo—, mo—?!”

She held his hand in place and wriggled her hips back and forth. “Nnnngg!", she moaned. “Accidents WILL happen, young man.”

“Bu—, bu—?!”

Lydia removed her hands from David’s and crossed them in front of her chest. “Now get your naughty finger out of mommy’s pussy, David. And get back to business.”

Slowly, David withdrew his finger. Just before he pulled it out entirely, he held his breath and started to push it slowly back in.

“Ah! Ah!” Lydia wagged a finger at him. “Not in mommy’s cunt, young man. That was what we were trying to avoid.”

David finished withdrawing his finger.

“That’s my boy,” she smiled. “Now lightly run your fingers around there to spread the shaving cream.”

Relenting, David lightly ran his fingers over her inner hips, up to her low abdomen, then back down to the lowest part of her butt cheeks.

“The lips too ... David. Don’t ... forget ... the lips.”

David moved his fingers to the lips of her pussy and began stroking them, then lightly pulling on them, almost hypnotized until he noticed her pelvis shake and looked up.

Lydia had pulled her top up to expose her breasts. “It’s okay ... honey. I just ... wanted ... to be able ... to get to these ... Keep ... going, please ...”

David kept staring at her new, big breasts. Lydia was kneading them, then noticed David mesmerized. “They’re sooo much bigger. I always felt like I was limited in how much I could please a man before. But these—" she cupped them before resuming caressing them “—these are what you could call hooters.”

“Boobs.” He began running his hands up her sides towards her breasts.

“Knockers.”

“Jugs.” Lydia moved her hands out of the way so that David’s could take over.

“Gazongas,” she whispered. “Mmmm, David. That feels good.”

“I like ... I like making you ... feel good ... Lydia ...”

“You are so good at it, David. Here ... move these to here ...” she took his hands in hers and moved them back to her pussy. “Mmmm, yeeahhh ...”

David began tugging her pussy lips, lazily making circles around them, then drawing them out, then running his finger along their inner side. His face leaned in closer and closer, studying the pretty kitty. He was just building up his courage to stick out his tongue and give a lap at her pussy, shaving cream or not, when there was a knock at the front door.

He ignored it.

Lydia tapped him on the shoulder.

“Uuungh?” David’s face was not two inches from his mother’s crotch, his tongue beginnig to crawl out from between his lips.

“You’d better go see who’s at the door, honey.”

“But—”

“Go see who’s there. Then we can pick up where we left off.”

“But—”

“David, go.”

“Uhng ...!” David managed to draw himself up to his feet and stagger down the hall. He repositioned his erection before opening the door so that it would be less obvious. When he opened the door, there was Paul’s smiling face to greet him.

“Hi. I was worried about you and your mom. Is she feeling better?”

“Get lost,” David said, pushing the door to shut it again.

“Hey!” Paul pushed the door back open. “Don’t get touchy. I’m really concerned. I—wow! Hi, Ms Moreno!” He waved over David’s shoulder.

David turned around to see his mother standing there at the end of the hall. Her thong was still off, leaving her lower half naked, but she was holding a towel in front of her pussy. Or, actually, wiping the shaving cream off, it looked like. Her top was still pulled up to bare her breasts.

“Mom! Lydia!”

“It’s okay, David. Paul certainly got a good enough view of these this morning, didn’t you Paul?”

“Yes ma’am!” Paul replied grinning.

“Why don’t you step in a moment, Paul.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He shouldered David out of the way, pushing his way in the door. David shut the door behind him.

“You were a naughty boy this morning, weren’t you, Paul?”

“Naughty, Ms Moreno?”

“Please, call me Lydia. And yes, I think ‘naughty’ is the word I’m looking for.”

“Well, uhm, you seemed a little out of it this morning, Lydia. And I guess I got a few glimpses of your breasts when you were too preoccupied with other things to be concerned about that.”

“’Glimpses of my breasts’? Paul, you were pumping that big fucking cock of yours between my boobs, weren’t you? Taking advantage of me while I was ‘preoccupied’.”

“Uhm ... I ... uh ... guess ...”

“And then you blew a fucking quart of jism between my tits, splattering my face in the excitement.”

“Yes ... uhm ... ma’am ...”

“Then you took that swollen purple pecker head and wiped the rest of the sticky cum that was on it off on my lips.”

“You WHAT?!” David exploded.

“Well, they were so pretty and red ... and you were moaning, Lydia ... and I needed to hush you up before David heard ... and ...”

“So you stuffed your COCK in her MOUTH to GAG her?!”

“No, man! I just needed to get the rest off the tip—so it wouldn’t cause a stain through my pants. And she was asking so nicely—”

“You molesting sonofa—”

“David,” Lydia said quietly, which got his attention better than if she’d screamed. He turned to see what she wanted and saw her lightly pulling on a boob, squeezing it and trembling when she got to the nipple. “I licked every drop of it off my lips, so it couldn’t have been all that bad. Come here a moment, Davy.”

David walked over to his mother.

“I can handle this, baby. Here, stand behind me. And bring these—" she pulled his hands up to cup her breasts “—up here. Yeeeaaaahh. Just like that.” Still holding the towel in front of her crotch, she backed up until her naked butt cheeks rubbed the front of his pants. “Oh!” she said, her eyes fluttering, “These new boobs are SO sensitive!” She inhaled a long drawn-in breath, then sighed it back out. She gave a sly look over her shoulder. “And from what I can feel with my ass, you’re feeling pretty sensitive down there too, David.”

Then she looked to Paul. “Now, for you, naughty boy.”

“I’m—I’m sorry, Lydia. I didn’t mean to—”

“To titty-fuck me? That’s kind of hard to ‘accidentally’ do, don’t you think, Paul? So, no. No empty apologies here. You will strip down to your skivvies.”

“Lydia?” Paul asked.

“Come on. You’ve seen mine. Now I get to see yours. If you’re impressive enough, I might even flash you my ass. Who knows, I might even bend over while you’re staring at my pretty little behind and let you get a glimpse of some lips.”

Paul stood there, jaw slack.

Lydia smiled cryptically. “Or, then again, maybe I won’t.”

Paul began tearing his shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants off. Finally, he stood there in just his underwear.

“Are you swollen for me?” she asked Paul in her little girl voice. “My, oh my. Do I really have that effect on you two boys? Does Ms Morena really make you all long and hard and hot?”

“Oh, Ms Moreno ... Lydia ... you have no idea!”

“Now what is it that you want?”

“Let me see your rear, Ms Moreno. You promised.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to see your ass, Lydia!”

“Say ‘please’.”

“Please, let me see your ass, Lydia.”

“Weeellll ...” She pulled David’s hands from her boobs, turned around and dropped her towel, cocking her ass at Paul. Then she returned David’s hands to their massage from the front.

“You are so fucking pretty, Ms Moreno. You make SUCH a nice slut!”

“I’m no slut,” she sighed as she bent at the waist, sinking towards her son’s crotch.

“You ARE, Lydia. You’re a slutty little whore!”

Looking rather dazed with lust, Lydia unfastened David’s belt, then unsnapped his pants. “I’m a PROPER girl, Paul. Not one of the little tramps you try to go out with all the time.” She reached behind her son’s underwear and pulled out his erect penis.

“I’m actually quite the little ...” She flicked her tongue over the sensitive area under the head of his cock. “... quite the little lady, Paul.” Drool spilled out of her mouth onto the head of the prick.

She felt Paul’s hands on her butt cheeks. “Are you, Lydia? Or are you just the little cocksucking slut?”

“I have always been ... the proper ... lady, Paul,” she said indignantly.

“Then I would not suck that cock.”

Lydia halted the slow movement of her mouth towards her son’s cock, stopped before she engulfed it. “What?”

“All cocksuckers are sluts, Lydia.”

“No, we’re not. I mean, they’re not.”

“Man,” David broke in, “Stop FUCKING with her! Shut your goddam MOUTH and let her CONTINUE.”

“But you don’t care what proper ladies do, do you, Lydia? You’re just a bitch in heat.”

“I’m no bitch. And I’m not in heat. And you’re just being a nasty, naughty boy.”

“Lydia, you’re drooling on your son’s cock.”

“But it’s an awfully nice ... " she leaned barely closer and sighed, “cock ...”

Paul was still in his underwear, but he pushed his pecker against Lydia’s crotch.

“Nnnnggg!” she whined. “OH, Do it! Do it, Paul!”

“Do what?”

“Fuck me, goddammit! Use that big goddam pecker like you ought to!”

“What are you, Lydia?”

“I’m a fucking slut, okay?! Jab that motherfucking thing up me! Now!”

“I’m not the motherfucker, Lydia.”

“David!” Lydia called, still bent over, her face centimeters from his erection. “David, look at me.”

David opened his eyes and looked down at his mother.

“Baby, I’m a slutty ... whoring ... cocksucking ... bitch! May I taste you now?”

“Oh, just suck me, Lydia.” He shut his eyes and leaned his head back. “Suck me now!”

Her lips took his pecker into her mouth, where her warm spit wet it, then she began sliding back and forth on the rod.

Behind her, Paul dropped his shorts and plunged his dick into her sopping pussy. “Mmmmmm!” she squealed around David’s cock.

Both boys pumped until, after a couple minutes, she came, and then began orgasming again about every minute.

After a half hour, all three had cum several times and they collapsed to the floor, where they lay for another twenty minutes, just breathing.

“You’re quite the lady, Ms Moreno,” Paul finally said.

“No,” Lydia sighed. “I’m a really good whoring slut, Paul.”

“A goddam crazed bitch in heat,” David added.

“Yeeeaaah ...” Lydia sighed.

“A goddam cocksucking motherfucking cunt!” Paul put in his opinion.

“Don’t be mean,” Lydia cautioned, though she wriggled with pleasure that the boys liked her so much.

“One electric, mewling, drooling pussy!”

Lydia sat up. “You boys are making me JUICY again! But I need to go pee before another session like that.” She stood and walked back to the bathroom.

“Man,” David sighed, still laying on his back, “I don’t know what made her boobies swell last night, but it sure has made her hot!”

“I know what it was. And the boobies didn’t make her hot.”

David rolled his head to look at Paul. “What are you talking about?”

“Number one, I made your mom’s boobs grow. I’ve thought she was hot since the eighth grade. Number two, the sensitive boobs weren’t enough to make her hot—your mom’s even more of a prude than she is a babe. I had to actually heat her up to get her to stop fighting it.” He shrugged. “That’s what I was doing this morning after I left.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Paul?”

Paul smiled like the cat with the canary. “Watch this.” He sat up, reached in his pocket and pulled something out, keeping it wrapped in his fist. He shut his eyes and remained still a few moments, then looked over at David. “Done,” he declared.

Lydia finished peeing and wiped herself, then stood. GOD, she couldn’t believe she was DOING these things! With these two boys!

She looked at herself in the mirror. “Lydia,” she leered to herself, “How naughty ...” She pulled on a boob, then a nipple. “... nnnggg! ... can you BE, girl?”

She turned to the side to admire her own profile. God, she looked good. These boobs really complimented her. And the boys certainly seemed to appreciate them! No more A cup honey here!

For some reason, a box of suppositories caught her eye in the mirror. How she despised when she had to use one of those things. Asses were just dirty, unspeakable things. And it just seemed wrong for anything to go in the wrong direction up there. Just wrong.

Just wrong.

I hate these, she told herself as her hand reached for the box.

She opened the cardboard container and removed a silver foil-lined little bullet. Little shit demons, these things were, to go into and dwell around such a dirty little area. She opened the foil and removed the waxy pellet.

“Ass kisser,” she insulted it as she held it up. Then, for some reason, she found herself lightly kissing it. She flicked her tongue on the head of it.

She lightly shook her head. That certainly was a strange thing for her to do.

Butt (pun intended) when you gotta use one, you gotta use one, she thought! She placed the little waxy white bullet in position at her opening ...

... and sank to her knees.

“Oh! ... my! ... GOD!!!!“

What a sensation! The suppository had already squipped up her ass, so her finger followed it up her back hole.

“Oh! ... my! ... GOD!!!!“

In, then out, then in, then out.

“Fuck!” she sighed as her finger slowly pumped her asshole.

“Oh, I have to show the boys this!” she giggled, grabbing the box of suppositories. She couldn’t believe how good they felt! Couldn’t believe how good it felt for a finger to slide in and out.

The image of her son kneeling behind her, licking her asshole, sticking his tongue inside suddenly popped into her head and thrilled her. She tried to cast it back out, but it stayed on her mind as she walked back out to join them.

David sat up. “What did you do?”

“Your mom gave me the idea.”

“My mom?! What did you DO, Paul?!”

“Easy, man. It’s okay.”

“YOU’RE doing all this to my mom?!”

“Easy. Trust me.”

“Oh! ... my! ... GOD!!!!” came an urgent voice from the bathroom.

“What did you DO to my MOM?!”

“Oh! ... my! ... GOD!!!!” it came again. David’s head turned toward the sound, then back to Paul, and he reached for him.

“Man! Back off!”

“What the fuck did you do to—" David held onto Paul’s shirt and punched him with the other hand “—my MOM?!”

Lydia staggered out of the hall into the living room then, carrying a box of suppositories in one hand and a vial of vaseline in the other. “Boys!” she sighed “You two HAVE to stick some of these up my ass!”

“Wha—?!” David asked as his mother got down on her hands and knees and cocked her ass out at him.

“Please, David! I NEED you—I need you to stick these up in me! And you need to make sure you get them really far up there! So push your finger up after them and wriggle it around some! Please!”

“Suppositories?”

“Yes! Up my ASS! PLEASE, David!” She wriggled her ass enticingly, then looked over her shoulder and held the vaseline towards her son. “And lube up your finger so you can get them really far up there! Pleeeeaaase!”

“What?!” David turned to Paul.

Paul was rubbing his hand along the cheek where David had punched him. “She said she had to go to the bathroom. So I made her ass hot. Fucker. See if I ever do you another favor.”

David turned from Paul back to his mother. “Daaaaavid!” she whined. “Touch my asshole! Just rub it a little bit! Just a little! Pleeeeeaaaase ...” She looked over her shoulder again, beet red with embarassment, but she had to ask her son, “Could you lick it too? Just a little? Pleeeease?!” She swayed her butt slowly from side to side, hoping she was tempting him. “Pleease?”

“Man!” David turned back to Paul, bewildered. “What the fuck?!”

Paul, however, had his fist about chest level, his eyes shut while he held still. It dawned on Paul that he was about to do again whatever he’d been doing to Lydia all night and morning. “Paul!” he shouted. “Don’t you fucking DARE!”

Paul opened his eyes and smiled at David.

“What did you do to her this time, you shit?!”

Paul smiled malevalently back at him.

“You sonafabitch! What ...” David took a step toward his sneering friend and felt weird. “... did ...” David’s knees gave out from under him. “... you ...” David sank to the floor. " ... dooo ... ?”

Ye Failed Knight

David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair. “What?!” He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. “What the fuck have you done to me, Paul?”

“You’re going to participate in a little experiment, David.”

“What have you DONE to me?!” David tried to stand up and beat the shit out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every command he sent them. “What have you done, you fuck-up?!”

Paul just smiled enigmatically. “Oh, Lydia,” he called finally. “Come out here, please.”

David saw his mother’s head lean around the corner.

“Paul! I can’t come out there dressed like this! David’s my son! I can’t just—”

Paul sighed and shook his head for David’s benefit. “Lydia, shake that tight little ass of yours and get it out here. Now.”

Lydia walked out from behind the wall, taking little steps in her five inch heels, causing her body and new boobs to jiggle with every step. She wore a black fishnet garter dress with black fishnet stockings.

“Paul!” she whispered when she reached the young man. “Paul, my boobies are showing through this dress! And David—my son!—David is staring at them!”

David realized he had been gaping at his mother and her outfit and dropped his eyes, then relifted them to glare at Paul. “You fucking shit! Stop messing with her!”

“Ohhh, poor David,” Paul taunted, “Feeling chivilrous, son?”

“Paul,” Lydia whispered, pulling on Paul’s sleeve.

“Stop MESSING with her! You’re going to fuck up her BRAIN! Don’t you have any shred of decency?!”

“Hold on a second, let me look.” Paul shut his eyes.

“Paul,” Lydia whispered, pulling on his sleeve again.

Paul opened his eyes. “No. Stunningly enough, there’s not one shred of decency in there. What a surprise.”

“I am going to kill you,” David growled.

“Paul!” Lydia whispered.

“Lydia! What is it?!” he whispered back.

“Paul, this dress—this dress—it doesn’t cover my ... my pussy!”

Paul’s mouth dropped and he leaned forward. “It doesn’t, does it?” He reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia’s bare crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. “It sure doesn’t!”

“No! No, it doesn’t!” she whispered, eyes wide. “And my son ...” she lowered her voice even more. “My son might see!”

“Lydia.”

“Yes, Paul?”

“Look at David. He’s already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!”

Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more.

“I am doing no such THING!” David stated. “I’m thinking of ways to kill you slowly, you little shit-fuck.”

“David!” Lydia cried, “David, your PECKER!”

David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve as a tuning fork. “WHAT?!”

“Ignore him, Lydia,” Paul advised her. “He’s just a little peeping tom, getting off on seeing you act like a slut.”

“I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!” She lightly slapped him on the cheek.

“No, of course you’re not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here,” Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair.

“Paul! Don’t you DARE grab my breast like that!” she chastized the young man as she sat.

“Or you’ll do what, Lydia?”

She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.

Paul reached for Lydia’s boob and began squeezing it through the fishnet. “I said, or you’ll do what, Lydia?”

“Paaaauuuul!” she whined.

Paul squeezed her boob and flicked her nipple a minute while she quieted down. “What will you do, Lydia?” he asked finally.

“I’ll—I’ll get really HORNY, Paul!” she whispered loudly then gave a long sigh.

“Oh!” Paul said, moving behind her and reaching forward to massage both tits from behind. “We wouldn’t want THAT, would we?”

“Gah!” David cried out as his pecker shot a load up at the ceiling.

“David!” Lydia said sharply, gathering her senses back to her. “Don’t you DARE ejaculate on the ceiling, young man!”

David was still sitting in the chair, his arms on the arms of the chair, having shot his load without touching himself. “But mom, I just ...”

Lydia stood and put her fists on her hips. “No ‘but’s, young man!”

David’s eyes landed on her bare pussy that her outfit exposed, and he began to stiffen again.

“David!” Lydia said, seeing the re-hardening member. “Are you LISTENING to me?! NO! You’re NOT! You’re just getting all HARD again! STARING at my body!”

David watched his mother take her hand with the three inch blood red nails and swat at his boner. “Mom!” he said, his voice shrill, “Don’t! Don’t DO that!”

“Young man,” she growled, “Don’t you backtalk me!” She swatted at his woody again, and he fired this time, hitting her in the eye with jism, then spraying her hair with it during the second and third squirts.

“David!” she shrieked, then turned. “Paul! He just shot milky-white thick ... gooey ... sticky ...” She wiped the jism off her eye with two fingers, then stuck them in her mouth. “Mmmmm ... dirty ... nasty ... jism! All over my face!”

“Mom! Please! Don’t!”

“OH, GOD, you taste good, David!” she sighed.

“Lydia!” Paul exclaimed, “I’m surprised at you! That was your son’s cum!”

Lydia leered at Paul. “Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I—can I have some of yours now, Paul?”

“Mom!” David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at the ceiling.

“David!” Lydia turned to her son. “Just what do you think you’re doing?! There you go again! You’re making a ceiling stain! Are you getting off on seeing your own mother get molested by this little pervert?!”

“Mom! Pleeeease! Stop!”

“Stop what? You’re still hard! My own son!” She walked over to Paul and put her arms around his neck in an embrace.

“Mom!”

“Are you getting horny watching your mother rub her breasts up against this pervert’s chest?!” She slowly demonstrated.

“Mom!”

“You’re supposed to be protecting me! I’m your mother, for God’s sake! Not only are you getting off on seeing my naked body—that’s INCESTUOUS, young man!—you’re getting off on seeing me forcibly molested!”

“Mom!”

Lydia grabbed Paul’s head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers to stick her tongue down his throat.

“Mooooom!” David shot load four at the plaster ceiling.

Lydia finally broke off the kiss and looked over at David. “I just can’t believe my own son would refuse to help his mother while this little pervert fucks up my mind! I may never be the same, David! I could be a nasty, cum-craving cock-sucking incestuous whoring slut-bitch for the rest of my life! I would certainly call that brain damage, David! And not only do you not come to my aid—you just fucking cum! You get off on this! My own son!” She flopped down in her chair, disgusted at his behavior. She hooked each leg over an arm of the chair to give an open shot of her crotch.

“Momrrgh!” Load five arced across the room towards his mother.

Lydia noted that the jism only travelled a few feet. “You’re going to have to do better than that, David.” She smiled at him and lightly rubbed her hand up her pussy. “C’mon, baby, shoot a really good load for momma!”

“Mom!!”

“Come on, sweetie. Tell you what. I’ll let you see something.” She slid her hand down to her spread crotch and began lightly tracing her fingers across her pussy.

“Mom, DON’T!”

“Oops,” she smiled and slid a finger into her slot. “Where’d it go?”

“Mom! Ungggghhhh!” Load six splattered out.

“Sweetie, you need to get some control over that thing, or you’ll dehydrate yourself.”

David slumped in his chair. “Mom. Please.”

“You also need to build up your crotch muscles, honey. That last load didn’t even travel as far as the load before it.”

“Mom ... please ... stop.”

“Lydia,” Paul said, stepping behind her chair, “It’s not the muscles, it’s the subject matter. I mean, he likes seeing your naked body.” Paul glared at David, “The little PERVERT!” He reached his hands down to cup Lydia’s boobs. “But what he REALLY likes to see is you getting fucked over.”

“Mom! Stop him, please!”

“Why, David? Why should I when you won’t even stand up for me? Your pecker will, but you won’t!”

“Mom, I can’t!”

Lydia held her arms out to her sides while Paul massaged her new boobs from behind. “Look at me, David! This pervert is groping me, touching things he SHOULDN’T be touching—and, boy! let me tell you it is feeling GOOD!—and you won’t even stand up for me. Now tell me why I should stop him if you won’t?! Tell me, David!”

“Mom, it’s wrong! What he’s doing to you is wrong!”

“Then this must be really, really wrong, David.” She reached for Paul’s right hand and pulled it down to her crotch, where he slowly sank a finger into her. “Mmmmmm!”

“Please! Mom! Don’t do that!” The only body parts David could move was his hands, strangling the arms of his chair with a death grip.

“He’s really gonna blow this time, Lydia. Look at him tensing.”

“Ooooooh. Come on, baby, blow for me.”

Paul pointed the hand that wasn’t buried in Lydia’s crotch at David. “Just don’t you shoot too far and get anything on me, cuckold-boy! Or I’ll have you cleaning up the mess!”

“Please!”

“I know what he really wants to see, Lydia,” Paul said, bringing his cock to her lips. Lydia stared directly at her son and let her lips ooze over the head, then suck in the length of Paul’s dick.

“Please! ... Stop! ... Unnnnnngggghhh!! ... Oh, man! ... Oh, man! ... Ung!”

“Goddammit!” Paul cursed as a spot of jism crossed the entire length of the room and landed on his shoulder. “I warned you!”

“No,” Lydia pleaded. “Let me!” She stood and began lapping the cum off Paul’s shoulder.

“Oh, please! Don’t! Ungggg!” Load eight launched, but not as far as the previous load. It landed on the waist-side curve of Lydia’s ass.

Lydia turned around and put her fists on her hips. “David, you just don’t learn. Do you?”

“Mooom!” David moaned.

She marched over to stand in front of her son, then used two fingers to wipe the jism off her ass. She held them up to her nose and sniffed. “God, your cum smells good, David.” She held her fingers out and under David’s nose. He tried to struggle but his muscles refused to listen. “Doesn’t it, David?”

“Mom! Stop it! Please!”

She smiled tolerantly and brought her fingers up to her mouth and barely touched her tongue to the jism. “Mmmmm, and you really REALLY taste good, David.” She started to reach toward David’s lips.

He really tried to struggle! But his muscles still would not obey him. “Mom! No! For chrissakes! Don’t!”

Lydia touched her fingers to David’s lips, then smeared his cum over them.

“Mom! No!”

She leaned in and began licking the jism back off his lips. This progressed into kissing her son, her tongue sliding into his mouth, then his tongue sliding into hers.

“David,” she whispered in between passionate tonguing, “You don’t know where this mouth has been!”

“Mmmm ... I don’t ... care, Mom, ... you are just ... so fucking hot!”

She reached down and pulled on his dick. “Mmmm, David, you’re hard again.”

“Oh ... yeah! ... Mom!”

“Oh!” Lydia squealed. David looked to see Paul behind her, and his mother seemed to be grinding her ass back against his hand.

“Remember what we talked about earlier, Lydia?”

“God, yes!” she gasped.

“Well?”

Lydia looked torn and confused. “I can’t. I just can’t do—ohgod, you’re right!” She spun around so that her back was to her son and cocked out her ass. “David! Isn’t mommy’s ass pretty?”

“Yes!” he moaned.

“Wouldn’t you just like to take a bite out of it?”

“Yes!”

She backed up closer to him and slowly shook her hips from side to side. “Would you like me to sit on your big hot hard cock, sweetie?”

“Oh, mom, would you please?!”

“Sure, baby. Just kiss mommy’s ass?”

“Hungh?” he moaned.

She pulled her cheeks apart and backed up closer to her son’s face. “Just kiss mommy’s asshole, sweetie, and I’ll sit down on your pecker.” She pulled once on his cock. “You’re ready to shoot again. Mommy knows. Mommy will let you shoot up her poop chute.” She pulled on him again. “Don’t you want that?”

David buried his face between her buttocks and loudly kissed her anus.

“No, sweetie. With tongue.”

“Hungh?”

“Mommy wants you to FRENCH KISS her butthole.”

“But you didn’t say ...”

“Don’t you want to stick that hard hot little rod of yours up between mommy’s cheeks and shoot off up her ass?”

David buried his face again, tonguing her sphincter.

“Mmmmm! Yes! David!” She wriggled her ass from side to side, but David kept his face planted and his tongue active. “Baby! Yeah!”

Lydia finally stepped away from David’s face, then reached for a vial of vaseline on the living room table. Smearing a glob of it around her rear end, she stepped back to David, turned around, then squatted, slowly impaling her ass on her son’s cock.

“Oh! Fuck! Mom!”

“Tell him,” Paul said. Until then, David had forgotten that the other boy was even in the room.

“Sweetie,” his mother said, raising her hips up, then sitting back down to pump his rod. “Sweetie, Paul says that this will be the last load you ever shoot.”

David’s eyes opened and widened. “WHAT?!” His mother riding up and down on his cock right now was more than proof enough that Paul had power to do some strange things.

Lydia was starting to get into riding David, stimulating her ass. “Yeah, baby, no more ejaculations. Ever. Mmmmm, cum for me now.”

“MOM! What are you TALKING about? STOP!”

“No, sweetie! I can’t stop now! I’m too hot!”

“PAUL! What is she TALKING about?!”

“I wanted to make your last load special, so I’m letting you aim it up Lydia’s sphincter. Enjoy, friend.”

“You’re no friend! What does she MEAN?! LAST LOAD?!”

“Don’t worry about it, David.”

“MOM! STOP! I can’t hold BACK if you wriggle your hips like that!!”

“Like this, David?” she asked sweetly, demonstrating.

“MOM!”

“Mmmm, give me your load, honey.”

David was having a hard time holding back. “PLEASE! MOM! STOP!”

Lydia could feel his cock start to jump.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

“MOM! NO! NOOOOOOO!” With that, David’s hips began to move by themselves, pumping his jism up his mother’s ass. “Noooooo!”

“Yes! Yeeesss! Yeeeesssssss!” Lydia screamed, her sphincter spasming, milking David’s ejaculating cock.

“Mom!” David was crying now for some reason. “What have you done?!”

Lydia clamped her sphincter tight to milk his cock as she pulled off it with a small “pop”.

David looked over at Paul, defeated. “So what are you going to do now, you sonofabitch?”

“I’ll be honest with you, David. I’m gonna like it. You probably won’t.”

“Ohh!” Lydia squealed. “David, your jism is running out of mommy’s ass and down her leg! Oh, that feels great! Thank you, honey!”

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then held his arm out towards David.

“You fucker ...” David droned.