The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was a new week. Time moved strangely at school, the anticipation of a new card available at the house tomorrow kept my mind buzzing. What kind of forbidden pleasures it will bring once I unravel its secrets? Only time will tell.

Before going back home I stopped to buy some comics and rent some movies. Since yesterday my wallet was feeling heavier than ever, so I thought it would be a good idea to lighten the load. Besides, there were some movies I always wanted to see and it seems that from now on I will be able to spend more time in front of the television.

The real fun came when Tanya arrived home and tried to change the channel to one of her shows. I just said “Mom! I really wanted to watch my shows.” She not only told Tanya to stop bothering me, but assigned her some chores that would normally go to me, saying that I needed some rest. Finally, some justice in the world.

Before going to sleep, I did my now traditional wanking session using the Sultry Sandy magazines, remembering how good my hands felt the other day when they touched that incredible ass of the woman in the pictures.

After coming a couple of times I was so relaxed that I fell asleep while reading some articles about Sandy. I wanted to know what kind of woman mom used to be, hoping to find that Sandy was some kind of crazy party girl who loved to get male attention using her body. You know the usual for a woman as hot as herself.

But to my surprise most of the articles described her as an intelligent, refined woman. Those who knew her said that she was not just another pretty, empty shell. There were brains inside that gorgeous head.

They also said that she always demanded nothing less than excellence from herself, and that’s why her work was considered one of the best back then. Her strongest points were beauty and dedication.

Interviewer:

Tell us Sandy, what do you like to do in your free time?

Sandy:

Well, I think that there is nothing better than reading a good book. I really enjoy classical literature, but I also think that it’s important to learn at least a bit about everything, so I also try to read about history, art, biology and even math. What can I say? I think I’m just a geek.

Interviewer:

Well, certainly I would’ve loved that if the geeks in my school were like you.

I woke up the next day hugging one of those magazines. School could wait, for now. Nothing was going to get in the way of me finding that card. If I waited, I’d only have a few hours before Tanya got home. It would be difficult enough searching with Mom here, but with both of them, it would be impossible. I could have waited for Mom to leave, but I thought I would try something different.

I ate my breakfast very slowly, and made some small talk with Tanya, with a few insults, until she left for school. Then I went to see Mom.

“Jake? What are you doing still home? You need to leave right now, or you’ll miss first period.”

“Well mom, I just wanted to ask you something. You see, there is a western marathon on television that I really want to see and if I go to the school, I will miss it. Can I stay home today?”

Her eyes narrowed and by the look of her face, I thought she was going to scold me, but then she froze for a second and said:

“You know what? Sometimes it is fine to take a break from the routine, so I think it would be ok if you skip school just for today. Have fun watching your show dear.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and went back to her bedroom.

It worked. Now I could stay home and look for the card. However, I was concerned that if Mom sees me doing other things, she would change her mind. The trigger only lets me watch television whenever I want. It isn’t carte blanche to skip school.

Sometime later when I heard the front door close, I knew it was time to search for the card. I decided to start my quest in the same place where I found the last card: Mom’s room.

The belts were a dead end. So was the jewelry, and the pantry drawer, though I did grab a pair to play with later. If I got caught, I knew what the customary punishment would be. Tanya’s room was also a no-go. I considered taking some of her panties as well, but decided that I would wait for another time.

I spent a few days searching for the card. It no longer seemed wise to skip class, it could draw some unnecessary attention.

It was Friday morning, and the card still evaded me. I was starting to lose hope, and yesterday had even considered picking through the garbage again. I wasn’t giving up though. I had my cereal, milk and the will to find that damned card.

No, the milk was empty. I hate it when people leave the empty carton in the fridge. It was probably Tanya, taking revenge for her recent turn of events.

I grabbed another carton from the back of the fridge. There were only two left. It honestly surprises me how much milk this family goes through. There it was though, in between the two cartons. The precious card.

Quickly, I sat down to read it.

Pasteurized milk in the kitchen is so tasteless these days. Wasn’t it better when we got it straight from the source?

What? Last time it was clear, or almost, what the trigger was. This time, I wasn’t so sure. I really hoped the trigger would make her suck my cock, but what does pasteurization have to do with that? It seemed more like a fucking riddle. I decided to think on it more at school.

I was alone again in my room, flipping through the Sultry Sandy magazines. I had been thinking about the riddle, all day long. My mind was lost, thinking about cows and milk.

I decided that it was probably another key phrase, but I would need the milk as well, and it seemed like it would need to be done in the kitchen, which worried me. If mom reacted to the trigger there, and if she did what I was hoping for...well, there isn’t a lot of privacy in the kitchen.

On Saturday, with Tanya, there it would be dangerous to try the trigger. Even if she leaves, there is no guarantee she will not come back in an inappropriate moment. Sunday is definitely out of question with Dad there all day long. That leaves Monday, but if I’m wrong and the trigger doesn’t work, there will be no other chance.

“Eight” SMACK

“Hmmm...yes, Jake. We’re almost...done. You’re enduring...so well this time.”

It was Sunday night. Dad had gone to bed early, and thankfully sleeps like the dead. I had spent much of the weekend, when I wasn’t using the money or television triggers, worried about Monday.

“Nine” SMACK

“Ahhh.....”

Finally, I had decided that I needed some relief if I was going to get any sleep at all that night. I ‘broke’ Mom’s stereo by disconnecting some speaker wires. Currently, she was in my room, bent across my lap enduring my customary punishment, so I would learn to be more careful with others’ property.

“Ten” SMACK

“Ohhh...,” she moaned, as I kneaded her swelling cheeks, enjoying the warmth. I’d noticed she takes a bit of time to recover, so she doesn’t get up right away. I continued caressing her ass, as I enjoyed the feeling of my dick poking into her abdomen. “That’s better, isn’t it honey? Do you understand now?”

“Yes Mom. I’ll try to be more careful.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled and stood up. She pulled her lace panties back on, followed by her grey slacks. She leaned forward to give me a motherly kiss on the forehead. “Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson, so don’t worry about any other punishments. We’ll figure out what to do about the stereo tomorrow. Get some rest.”

With that, she left, closing the door behind her, and I settled in to deal with my hard-on. I was still worried about the milk trigger, though. I couldn’t let all this pleasure end.

Monday. My final chance.

I used the TV trigger to skip school. With Mom upstairs, I quickly headed to the kitchen to set things up. I set my glass of milk on the table and called Mom, knowing that Dad and Tanya wouldn’t be home for hours.

“Mom, could you come down to the kitchen please?”

She came downstairs, and saw me there in the kitchen, behind the table with my glass of milk.

“Jake? What are doing in the kitchen? If you’re not going to watch that ‘important show’, then you need to stop wasting time and get to class.”

“Well, Mom. It’s just that...this pasturized milk in the kitchen is so tasteless these days. Wasn’t it better when we got it straight from the source?”

“Is that some kind of riddle, Jake?” My heart sank, but then, “are you telling me you’re not going to drink that? You know I hate wasted food.” Did it work, or not. I was getting confused.

“Do you know how hard your father works so we can have fresh milk whenever we want it? You’re acting like a baby, young man, and if you want to act like a baby, than I’m going to treat you like one.”

What?

“Until you learn to drink your milk like an adult, you’re just going to have to drink it like a baby.”

With that, she stated unbuttoning her blouse, revealing those gigantic d-cups. After throwing the blouse on the floor, she reached for bra, and removed it, showing me those glorious breasts I’d only ever imagined in my hottest dreams.

It had worked. It had really worked, and I could clearly see what the trigger did.

She got closer to me, put her hand on the back of my head and led me straight to her right tit. I offered no resistance, and opened my mouth to greedily engulf her nipple.

I started sucking like a baby who hasn’t been fed in months, using my tongue to caress her now erect nipple. Lust possessed me; I risked and used my right hand to play with her left tit, hoping this wouldn’t take her out of trance.

“Ahhh, ahhh, bad baby, you shouldn’t be groping my breast if you are not going to suck it. You are going to waste more milk,” she admonished me fondly, like I was a toddler.

It sounded like she really believed that she is feeding me from her breasts. I played along and quickly turn my head to start sucking from her left tit.

“I hope you are happy now....mmmm,” she began to moan. “You will be sucking me like a baby until you decide to act like an adult and drink your milk without complaint.”

I took the colossal task of sucking and licking from those giant mountains, groping them with both hands while my mouth alternate between jugs; left one, right one, left one, right...

I must have been a very bad baby because I even started biting the nipples. The moans became louder, her body was obviously getting excited by my actions, but her mind was unaffected. She still thought this was some kind of lesson.

I could play with her supple tits forever, but just like the other trigger, this was making me want more. If I didn’t stop soon, I know I would end up raping her. Without the help of the triggers, that would end badly. No doubt this was just more of Paul’s test

I used all of my willpower to pull my face and hands away from those magnificent mammaries. Before she could say anything else, I drank my glass of milk with a smile.

She smiled back.

“I knew you would understand. Now I can treat you like and adult again.”

She began to put her clothes back on, while I pondered how I had managed to pull back and finish the milk, instead of continuing my adventure between those colossal mounds. After that, she left the kitchen and returned to her room.

Now I was excited. Not only because I could taste those delightful tits every now and then, as long as my father and sister weren’t around, or because I would surely see new sub-triggers working on her. I was excited because I knew tomorrow would bring a new card somewhere in the house, and with it would come more fun with mommy.