The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Amanda Carter sat at the kitchen table patiently sorting through the pile of daily mail which was the never-ending chore of housewives the world over. A vacation toBalifor only $50, long distance calls for low low low rates, Johnson’s miracle cream, the power bill, etc….. . It was rare that more than one or two useful pieces of mail emerged from the daily pile of trash each day.

Today however, there was something different in the pile, a small square package wrapped in brown postal paper.

Holding the package in her hand, Amanda examined the address label and was surprised to see that it was from her niece, Cheryl, who was working at a museum on the east coast for the summer. Cheryl was one of Amanda’s favorites, hard working, dedicated and serious but full of fun and life. The young woman had just graduated with honors from the university and no one deserved it more.

Kind and thoughtful as well thought the 43 year old mother of 3 as she brushed a lock of her strawberry blond hair away from her face. To think, amidst her busy life, Cheryl had taken a moment to remember her aunt Amanda!

With mounting curiosity, Amanda opened the package to find a small jewelry box and a short note in Cheryl’s handwriting.

Dear Aunt Amanda,

How are things back inTwin Falls? Life here in DC is very interesting and becoming more so every day. I’ve met a lot of new friends and have been very busy with work and life in general.

The other day I happened to come across something that made me think of you. I just knew you would be the right person for it so I packaged it up and sent it your way. Don’t worry about the cost, it was free (a museum perk).

Take care and hopefully I’ll get a chance to see you soon and see how things have changed.

Have fun!!

Cheryl.

Intrigued, Amanda opened the small jewelry box and found a small silver chain bracelet. Amanda could see that it was made of a fine silver weave of seamless extraordinary complexity. Without doubt, it was one of the most beautifully elegant pieces Amanda had ever seen. It surely had to be a replica of some sort, probably copper overlaid with some silver coating but it was impossible for her to tell the difference.

What a museum perk! Maybe I should get a job like that.

Of course, getting a job in a place like DC had long been beyond Amanda’s reach. Shortly after high school she had gotten married and, a few years later, had given birth to her first child, Sarah. Of course, as the homecoming queen, she had married the school’s star quarterback, Paul Carter. Life since then had been secure if reasonably unexciting.

Paul had been a good husband to her for over 20 years now. A bit demanding at times but generally a caring man who was a magnificent stud in bed. In that area of her life at least, she was completely satisfied.

Until a year ago or so, they had made love practically every night. But since then work had slowed Paul down a bit. Even so, they were still very active. In fact, the thought of what would happen this evening still made her a little wet and sent small shivers through her pussy.

The thought made Amanda blush for a moment, but she really wasn’t embarrassed. After all, Paul certainly had something worth coming home to.

She might no longer be the homecoming queen, but years of chasing children, working in the yard and generally good living had allowed Amanda to maintain her curvaceous figure which even child birth had been unable to substantially mar. Her shoulder length hair was still soft and shiny and her cup breasts were still reasonably firm for a woman her age. All in all, Amanda was one of the most attractive 40-something she knew.

Still, life could get a bit dull inTwin Fallsand dreams of traveling or having a rewarding job would just have to wait until the kids were grown. With Trish at 16 and Brittany having her 13th birthday in a few months, that day was still at least another 5 or 6 years off.

Returning her attention to the bracelet, she briefly considered how much it had really cost her young niece. Cheryl would hardly tell her if the bracelet had actually cost her a fortune but, as a museum intern, she couldn’t possibly afford anything very expensive.

Picking up the bracelet, Amanda reexamined the item with increased scrutiny. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t see the tiniest bit of base metal shining through the silver coating nor see where any spray on finish had been applied. To all intents and purposes, the metal appeared to be genuine silver.

It was also apparently done by a true craftsman. It was impossible for Amanda to see where any of the seams or where any tool imprints had left imperfections in the bracelet’s surface. It was, to all appearances, both exquisitely manufactured and made from true precious metal.

If Amanda hadn’t been told otherwise, she would have suspected that the bracelet was both genuine and expensive.

So Cheryl thinks she’s going to pull a fast one on her aunt Amanda, huh? Well at least it’s not gold!

Amanda considered that for a moment. Silver wasn’t really all that expensive, was it?, and Cheryl obviously wanted her to have it. It really was quite striking. It wouldn’t hurt to at least try it on, now would it?

Experimentally, Amanda slipped the bracelet on to her wrist. As it nestled against her skin it looked so exquisite that it nearly took her breath away. If anything, the bracelet was even more attractive than she had first imagined. It was almost as if it belonged on her wrist. It just felt right somehow.

Why not keep it, at least for a little while!? After all, the mere fact that she couldn’t see the copper or other metals in the construction didn’t mean they weren’t there, and the craftsmanship? Probably some computer and hi-tech machinery spit these things out at 10 cents a piece. After all, what did she know about jewelry?

Decided, Amanda resolved to write a thank you letter later that evening to her dear niece, but first there was housework to be done. Curiously, she nearly forgot the presence of the bracelet on her wrist as she went about her chores. It was just felt so natural, just like it was meant to be there.

The day passed swiftly as busy days tend to do. The house was empty of people with the younger children at camp and Sarah at college. Amanda had dedicated herself to some of her the more burdensome cleaning and repair chores. Without her teen and pre-teen daughters around, there would be a minimum of distractions today and things did indeed go quite smoothly for a while. Eventually, however, it was time to tackle the china and silver.

Amanda always dreaded this task. The china and silver set was both extensive and old and could not be trusted to the washing machine. It needed to be cleaned and polished by hand which was a long and tedious task.

Resigned to her fate, Amanda tied her strawberry blond hair back in a pony tail, arranged everything by the sink and began to clean.

The sink, at least, faced one of the side windows which afforded Amanda a decent view of the neighborhood. It was a beautiful hot late summer day, cloudless sky, temperature in the 90’s, the sun shimmering off the leaves of the tress. A peaceful and heartwarming scene as she watched the neighborhood children at play, shooting hoops in the driveways, skateboarding or riding bikes down the streets. 16 year old Lindsey Todd, the daughter of Amanda’s next door neighbor and Trish’s best friend, was washing her new car in the driveway just in front of her.

It really was a Norman Rockwell type of place.

Amanda continued to clean but frustratingly, she couldn’t seem to get into her work. Something just seemed to be gnawing at the back of her mind, elusive and bothersome.

Wondering what was distracting her; she paused for a moment and glanced out of the window as Lindsey continued to work on her car. The young girl obviously didn’t have a lot of experience with the whole wash and wax thing, apparently believing that copious amounts of water sprayed at high velocity or flowing freely over her head and chest was what was required. Her car wouldn’t be particularly clean or waxed when she was done, but it and the young girl would certainly be drenched.

While it was fun to watch kids as they learned about such things, there was something else that drew her gaze to the young girl. Something strangely compelling that seemed to attract and hold the strawberry blond housewife’s attention. At first, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but after a moment she realized that she was staring directly at the young girl’s chest!!

She’d never noticed before, but young little Lindsey was starting to fill out nicely. The gangly toddler that she remembered was now a young woman, her old bikini top straining to contain her enlarged orbs and the nipples, excited by the cold water, were making firm peaks in the fabric of her suit.

Dear God, she’s a hot little minx, so young and sexy she’s almost making me cream my panties.

Mortified, Amanda quickly blushed deeply and shook her head in surprise. How had that vile thought wormed itself into her mind like that?

You’re just getting tired Amanda, tired people think strange things sometimes.

Maybe, but even so, Amanda couldn’t help but stare at the young teen as she traipsed around her car showing Amanda her firm buttocks, shapely legs and developing chest. The young girl was totally unaware of the affect she was having on her older next door neighbor as the older blonde continued to stare intently at her.

Dear lord she’s a hot little number isn’t she? So sweet and fuckable!

With surprise and amazement, Amanda could feel her pussy begin to twitch and moisten and her nipples ache and harden. She couldn’t believe it, but she was getting horny, horny from watching her next door neighbor’s daughter wash her car!!

What in the world is wrong with me?!

Confused and dismayed, Amanda tried to reign in her wayward thoughts. This had never happened to the tall strawberry blond before. Sure she understood that some sick deranged people got off on things like that, but not her. She had to be ill or something, or maybe just too tired …. but ….. .

She’s such a sexy little girl. I wonder how a woman would go about getting her tight little panties! I bet her cunt is just so very tight!!!

No, this was all wrong!! How could she be thinking like this? I was all so …. so perverted!!!

Once again, and with growing confusion, Amanda dismissed the lewd and rebellious thoughts from her mind. There had to be something wrong with her, something she ate, drank, maybe a summer flu … something.

I’m not like this!!!

Quickly she closed her eyes, shutting out the innocent but oh so arousing scene in front of her. Instead she began to think about her husband.

Paul was strong, well built, well endowed and inventive in his lovemaking. With him in her bedroom, Amanda had never yearned for the touch of another man.

Paul was what sex was all about, not some perverted imaginings involving an innocent teenaged girl. In her mind, she could feel his muscular body against hers as he slowly but firmly entered her willing body. It was all she wanted in a man, exciting, compelling and real. But as he touched her breasts, something changed.

Instead of grabbing her firmly and stretching her nipples with his rough hands, Amanda felt soft fingers began to gently play with her breasts as soft silky skin and long nails brushing her erect and hardened nipples. She felt the touch of dainty feminine lips gently caress her and despite herself, Amanda moaned softly with pleasure. It was all so real, so very real!!

With mounting horror, Amanda watched the visage of her strong powerful husband soften in her mind until it finally dissolved into that or a young brunette 16 year old girl in a drenched bikini. She could almost feel the young teen standing in front of her, Lindsey’s young nubile body pressed softly against her own as Amanda’s own body involuntarily responded to the young girl’s phantom touch.

Oh God she’s so hot, OH GOD I’m so HOT FOR HER! What’s wrong with me!!?

And it felt so real, so very Real!! She’d never experienced anything like it before. She could almost feel the imaginary young girl’s mouth on her nipples and feel the pressure of her hands as they slipped into her slick and moistening snatch.

Oh GOD, what’s happening to ME!?

Unable to control the imaginings of her own mind, Amanda opened her eyes and stared at the young teen in rapt attention. She just couldn’t help herself as her overactive pussy began to soak her panties.

As Amanda stared at Lindsey, she realized that she’d never appreciated how sexy and desirable the female form could be. The idea was something new and foreign to her but now, now she could barely think of anything else. All she could imagine was how sweet it would be to have her young next door neighbor’s daughter nestled between her wide spread legs, the young girl’s tongue firmly on her moist and throbbing clit!!

NO!! You can’t think like that Amanda!! You’ve know Lindsey since she was a toddler and you and her mother have been friends for years!!! And she’s a girl for god’s sake!! What’s wrong with you!!!?

Amanda felt the struggle growing within herself, but despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but admire the young girl’s form with a certain aching need.

Once she had looked much like the young minx, better in fact. She had turned the heads of a lot of boys to be certain, but girls? That’s something the strawberry blond mother of three had never considered.

How many of them had looked at her the way she was now looking a Lindsey? All those years ago, how many of them had yearned to suck her tits or thrust their tongues into her hot wet snatch?

If any had, she had been totally oblivious to it but the idea was so overwhelmingly arousing that she could barely contain herself. It was so …. so perverted …. so wrong to be thinking this way …. but the image was so compelling that she found herself lost within it. Oh God what’s happening to me?!

Unable to stand it anymore, Amanda left the sink and rushed into the living room, frantically removing her apron, skirt, hose and panties as she went. Nearly exploding with lust, the devoted mother of three grabbed her high school year book from the shelf and, lying down on the couch, began to quickly leaf through the pages.

Which ones, which ones were they?, she thought as she desperately scanned the black and white photos. Which ones wanted a taste of my pussy?!! Oh dear Lord, which one’s would have fucked me!!?

Unexpectedly, she ran across her own picture and stared at it for a moment. Dear Lord, she’d forgotten just how drop dead gorgeous she had been! Who wouldn’t have wanted a taste of me? Did they all want me? Oh God, Oh God, OH GOD!!!

Unable to bear it anymore, the former homecoming queen buried her hand in her sopping cunt as she scanned each photo in turn.

As she stared at the pictures she felt herself transported back, becoming the girl in her yearbook again. She could clearly see each of her fellow classmates and teachers as if they were standing in front of her, imagining each girl ravaging her sex starved teen snatch as she nibbled and sucked their willing clits and cunts.

With Paul in her life, Amanda had never had much use for imaginary fantasies like this, but this was so different, so very real!! She could feel their tongues, their pussies. It was like she was really there with them right now!!

Oh yesNancy, Jessy oh please let me suck your cunts!!! Oh YEAHDELORIS,OHGOD BITE IT HARDER!!!! THAT’S IT GIRLS!!! OH GOD YES!! You’re all such fast learners. OH SHIT SARAH YOU’RE such a GOOD little CUNT!!!

It took over two hours to go through the entire book as she sucked off every girl and female teacher to ecstatic bliss in her mind before she herself came in a thunderous, mind numbing cascade of rapture.

And finally, there was the image of an innocent 16 year old brunette in a drenched bikini, nestled between her thighs, gently inviting her body to experience it all again and again.

After it was all over, Amanda simply lay there, reveling in the pleasure of her body. It had been so wicked, so very naughty and so unlike her that she couldn’t quite believe it had actually happened.

What had come over her? Never, not once in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined being with another woman. It was so shameful and wrong!! What had happened to bring all of this on and so suddenly and powerfully?

I’m not gay, am I?

No, that couldn’t be it. One afternoon in the privacy of her home with her old year book did not mean anything really. She was, and had been completely normal for all of her life. A few minutes, well, hours actually, didn’t change all of that. Did it?

Certainly it was shameful, but no one had seen her after all.

No harm done I suppose. Just a wild hair, a harmless little fantasy never hurt anyone but I wonder what brought it all on? Just a harmless little mental blip I suppose, but Dear God, it was so intense!!!

Eventually Amanda felt strong enough to continue her chores but she scrupulously avoided finishing the china and silver until Lindsey was through washing her car, just in case. Even so, Amanda couldn’t quite shake the feelings that had washed over her earlier in the day and it was all she could do not to lay down on the couch and pleasure herself again to images of young female flesh.

Life went on, the kids not at overnight camp came home for the evening as did Paul. Dinner was pleasant with the news of the day as the family gathered around the kitchen table and later watched TV in the living room. As expected, she and Paul made extraordinary love in the evening, just as they had for years, but as Amanda lay on her bed as Paul snored in a deep sleep, she had to admit that something was missing.

Cursing herself for her weakness, Amanda allowed the images of her naked and lust filled former classmates and the girl next door to fill her mind as she drifted to sleep and dreamed of pussies, tits and tongues until the morning light.