The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After the suggestions that her son had implanted into her head, Laura Wilson could never get enough of his youthful cock. She found desire and a physical yearning whenever he was in the room. When he wasn’t she was never able to enjoy anything sexual. She also felt extreme guilt and mental pain over the new relationship they now shared. A relationship she both loved and hated all at once.

The middle-aged mother knew she was his slut, a term she would never have used on herself before. Even when she lay with Mr. Wilson, her desire for her son was the only sexual thought on her mind. It had been her idea, to wake her only son each morning with her lips upon his organ.

At least she thought it was her idea.

The attractive older woman found joyous pleasure whenever Tim’s cock was inside her. Exactly where, never seemed to matter. When his hand found its way to her bottom or her breast, she revelled in his touch. When her son’s hand found its way to her vagina, she found an orgasm soon approaching. Alone she could stand before a full length mirror for an hour looking at her naked body remembering every time her son had enjoyed a part of her.

She was her son’s slut, and she would do anything for him.

Lately, Tim had found reason to spend time at his friend Jerry’s house more frequently. Mrs. Muller had called each time to ask Tim’s mother if it was okay. Laura soon realized her son often came home from that house very excited, and she was pleased that she was still able to fulfill a young mans sexual yearnings. Even, or especially because, it was her own son.

She also disliked the look Jerry gave her whenever he came over. It was the look that her mother warned her about many years ago, when she was her son’s age. Simply being the slut to one young man was enough, she never needed to entertain the notion of multiple partners. Jerry was also special in another way, he was the only person that had ever seen any action that could be deemed unmotherly towards Tim. He had caught her son with one hand up the back of her skirt and panties. So startled at the intrusion she hadn’t said anything while her son forced a finger into her wet vagina and initiated in bring her off. Afterwards, she was very worried the incident would get out, but nothing was ever said.

Lately, Tim had been spending time with Jerry’s sister Esmerelda. She was a tall skinny girl who seemed too flighty for her son. Mrs. Wilson wasn’t blind to realize that the young woman was deeply in love with her only son. She could read it in her eyes. Jealousy raged through her when she looked out the window late one night and caught them kissing and fondling each other beneath the apple tree in the back yard. She stood and watched as her son felt beneath the clothing of the young woman, obviously bringing the girl off very quickly. Exhausted the girl and knelt before her son and brought out the familiar phallus she always enjoyed and began to suck upon it. Before he was finished, Tim stopped her and gently sent her home. Mrs. Wilson tried to deny her son’s advances only a few moments later, while telling him point blankly that he could just go enjoy his newest “slut”. His response was that he enjoyed his time with Esmerelda, yet he wanted to fuck his “slut of a mother”. They coupled aggressively that evening, much to her enjoyment,

Tim wasn’t as modest with his touches as the still attractive mother would have liked. She always enjoyed his hands upon her skin, but he openly touched her when Esmerelda or Jerry was in company. It made her feel cheap, like some common whore—and was surprised she rather enjoyed the feeling. She was her son’s slut, just as he had said. The proof to this statement was when she stole into her son’s room, as she often did to wake him, and found him laying naked next to an equally naked Esmerelda. Tim was already awake and motioned for her to continue. Laura prayed the teenage girl would remain asleep as she bent over and took her son’s cock within her mouth. It had a unfamiliar taste to it that caused the blood to drain from the older woman when she realized it was Esmerelda’s spend.

“Tim, my god is that your mother?” The voice sounded very incrediblous.

“Yup. Why don’t you get down there and learn how to properly suck a cock.” The bed shifted about until Esmerelda was inches away from her lovers mother and his cock. She watched intrigued as the lips made slow love to the hard phallus. As was usually the case, Tim wasn’t long before the familiar tension caused his body to stiffen noticeably.

Laura Wilson felt the warm thick seed pump into her mouth and she felt her own excitement rise because of it. She seemed to drift off into a hazy sleep until she realized someone was forcing a tongue between her lips.

Tim had pulled his mothers head off his cock then watched as his girlfriend frenched kissed his mom. One thing he had added to Esmerelda’s programming, was that she could never get enough of his cum. It was a game, to watch how his kinkiest thoughts were paralleled within the women about him. The thick pearl colored sperm slide back and forth between the lips.

The older woman rose on shaky legs and left to complete the morning meal for her family. She had felt so excited at the taste and feel of her sons cock and ultimately his spend that she almost had another orgasm simply from squeezing her thighs together. When the young girl fucked her mouth with the talented tongue, she felt a little revolted and hated herself more than anything else at that moment. Yet, her sex moistened noticeably at the thought of doing it again.

The three girls and her husband left the house on time, as was usual. When, finally Esmerelda and Tim came down. They both just came from a shower and the Laura felt jealousy that her son and her had never enjoyed that pleasure together. They ate while Laura served them. She was conscious that her son ignored her completely while Esmerelda could not take her eyes off of her. They left hand in hand off to school leaving Laura to cry while washing the breakfast dishes.

Two hours later while she was doing the ironing, Tim called from school. “Mom, could you go over to the Muller’s tonight?” There was a lot of background noise where he was calling from and she had a hard time hearing him. “After supper?”

“Won’t you be home again for supper?” She felt the hurt come out in her voice, but doubted her son could hear it over the noise.

“No, I’ll eat at Jerry’s.”

“What is going on Tim? Should I bring something?”

“Nothing much is happening mom, Esmerelda won’t be there, and Jerry’s stepfather is working night shifts. I asked her to stay over at a friends tonight. And mom?”

“Yes dear?”

“Wear something pretty. Bye.” The phone hung up.

She stood holding the phone to her ear for some time, trying to think what her son had planned. But soon gave up and continued with the rest of her day.

Jerry opened the door and after a quick look up and down Mrs. Wilson shouted over his shoulder, “Tim you moms here!” He turned back to Laura, “Come in Mrs. Wilson.” He had a peculiar smile.

Tim came around the corner followed by Jerry’s mother. Tim looked her up and down then gave her a big pleased smile. Laura had worn one of her newer dresses, that highlighted her shapely legs and small waist. She wore her hair up and her best stockings and heels. None of her family had even noticed how she looked when she told them she had to leave. So, she was pleased when her son added, “You look beautiful mom!” From the sound of his voice, it was obvious he meant it.

“Thank you dear. Hello Mrs. Muller.” She shook hands with the other mother and saw that the woman was looking very depressed about something and was about to inquire when Jerry spoke up.

“She is pretty but I think my mom is better.” It was a challenge of sorts, and Laura was surprised by the comment.

“Well I guess we will just have to continue with the plan and see.” Tim laughed softly then motioned for all to follow him through a archway into the tiny warm looking living room. Jerry moved over to the couch and sat down, Tim sat also on the couch.

Laura was about to seat herself onto a large well worn easy chair when Jerry spoke up, “Don’t sit Mrs. Wilson.” She was surprised and tried to laugh off the comment when she noticed Mrs. Muller was standing nervously in the center of the room. She gave her son a questioning look.

“You can’t sit down mom, we have just started!” The two teenagers laughed. “You see, Jerry thinks his mom is prettier than you so we made a bet.”

Jerry continued, “You have great jugs Mrs. Wilson”, this comment caused Laura to blush and she felt her knees get weak, she had a urge to slap her son’s friend, “but I think my mom’s ass is much nicer.”

“I don’t think so.” Tim had jumped in. “Anyway, the best way to solve this is to have the both of you show us who has the prettiest mother.”

Before Laura could turn and leave Jerry spoke to his mother, “Take your dress off mom.” She was surprised when the woman began to unbutton her thin dress. Her face a mask of her emotions, Mrs. Muller showed none.

Tim spoke up, “Just a second, stop Mrs. Muller.” She did, the front of her dress open to her navel showing her bra. Jerry looked displeased but deferred to his friend. “Before we have then take all their clothes off why don’t we have them model for us?” He was speaking to his best friend.

Laura Wilson now knew for certain why her son asked her to come here. She was to be presented and compared to Jerry’s mother. Her body began to tremble slightly and she began to feel very humiliated. A part of was furious for her son’s invitation and for this spectacle she was now part off, another wanted to immediately turn and leave.

She could neither voice her displeasure or leave, her son had seen to that.

“Why don’t you ladies turn slowly for us.” Tim twirled this hand about in the air to emphasis his instructions. Like an automation, Mrs. Muller began to turn then Laura slowly followed. “Stop!” The two older ladies had their backs to their son’s. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

Laura, in better physical condition than her hostess was able to touch the tips of her heels while Mrs. Muller grabbed her legs about her knees. Stooped over in this position, Laura was able to turn her head and see the profile of the other mother. Mrs. Muller was silently crying to herself, her tears dropping to the floor below her.

“Well? Now what do you think?” Jerry sounded cocky.

“I guess your right, your mom does have a nice bum.” Laura realized she felt jealousy at her son’s admission that the other woman had a more attractive bottom than her. The other woman was certainly younger than Laura, but she was not more attractive. It was a familiar feeling, her body moved without her knowledge or thought. Almost as if something was moving her like a puppet on a string. Laura reached her hands around behind her and lifted the hem of her dress to her waist.

Jerry whistled. “God damn your mom is a hot one.” Tim simply smiled in acknowledgement. “Mom, lift your dress up. Show Tim your ass!”

Laura was able to look over her shoulder to see the other woman bare her bottom. She was surprised when naturally tanned skin was revealed instead of undergarments, as she wore. Not to be outdone, Mrs. Wilson moved her hands quickly and pulled down her panties to her ankles. Again, Jerry whistled.

It was a revealing and degrading few moments, and she felt the two teenage eyes upon her. She knew everything was bared for the horny youths to see. She felt the cool air tingle against the sensitive moist skin of her slightly open vaginal lips and hated herself when she realized her body was getting excited. When her bottom tensed she also realized her asshole was easily seen and began to wonder what others would think of a woman who was found in this position for her sons’ enjoyment. Next to Laura, Mrs. Muller simply stared at the floor, her face hard to read.

After a seemingly long time, Tim commanded, “Okay mom, Mrs. Muller you can stand back up now.” They did and both turned back around to face their son’s. Laura had to hobble with her white panties still about her ankles. While both sets of dress’s fell back down to cover the long shapely legs of the two mothers.

The sight seemed to amuse Jerry, and Laura could see the lump in his pants which also told of his excitement. She couldn’t see if her son was aroused, realizing her own desire to discover if her degradation excited him

Jerry spoke up loudly, “My mom won the first round!” He smiled proudly at his mother while she simply stared off into an imaginary spot on the wall.

“Perhaps.” Tim sounded amused. “But I would say my mom is definitely a hot piece of ass wouldn’t you?” The two young men began to talk lewdly about the two mothers as if they were not there.

“That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“Maybe not, but its how the ass is used not how pretty it is.” Strangely, Laura felt proud that her son was standing up for her.

“Perhaps.” Jerry look lost in thought for a second, then promptly changed the subject. “Mom show us your tits.”

Laura turned her head to watch the younger woman finish with the final two buttons of her dress before letting it drop to the ground. Mrs. Muller then unbuttoned he bra and also let that drop to the floor. She stood there in the musty room wearing only warm slippers while the three sets of eyes appraised her.

“Too small.” Spoke up Tim. Laura couldn’t help but agree with her son, Mrs. Muller’s breasts were small and already sagging too much for a woman of her age.

“They are not too bad.” Defended Jerry.

Tim smugly spoke to his friend, “You once told me, my mom had the best tits in the town. Now I’m going to prove it to you.” Tim simply nodded to his mother.

Laura Wilson felt her hands moving but doubted she controlled them. Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped her clothing until she stood before the small crowd in her stockings and heels shivering in the chill air.

Jerry whistled. His eyes seemed to be coming out of his head as he stared at the large perfectly proportioned set of tits. “No contest Tim. Your mom does have the best tits in town!” Laura felt herself arch her back and square her shoulders making her bosom more pronounced.

Jerry looked to his friend almost desperately, “Could I touch them Tim?” Laura froze. She still despised her sons friend and this suggestion scared her not knowing what her son’s answer would be.

Tim thought for a moment then smiled, “Nope”, he pointed at Laura’s hardened nipples, “those are mine. No one else gets to enjoy them.”

“I’ll make you a deal?” Jerry sounded a bit desperate. “I’ll let you fuck my mom for one minute with those tits.” Laura was amazed, here was the young man make deals for the use of his own mothers flesh. Her own body trembled wondering if her own son ever bartered her body like this.

It was even more of a surprise when her son boasted, “I can fuck your mom anytime Jerry why should I give you my mom in trade?” It was obvious to Laura that this statement greatly angered Jerry, though she had no reason why it should. Her son didn’t stop there, “Hell, she’s not even as good a fuck as my mom!”

“My god Tim!” It was Laura’s surprised voice, but anything else she thought about saying was held back when she saw her sons angry look. Jerry hadn’t even noticed her comment, he had his fists clenched and his teeth bared.

“You did what? When did you fuck her?” Jerry was obviously talking about his mom.

“You mean which time don’t you Jerry?” Tim laughed maliciously. Laura felt ignored and surprisingly embarrassed so she used her hands to cover her breasts and her pubic mound.

This time, the outburst was aimed at his mom, “You fucked Tim mom?”

Mrs. Muller nodded the affirmative and then to everyone’s surprise added, “Yes honey. He was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” The vulgar language felt wrong coming from the woman for some reason. “I would do anything for Tim’s cock to be inside me again!”

That was the last straw for Jerry, he stood trembling and panting with anger, his face red and sweating. Laura thought he was going to hit her son but instead the young man quickly turned and ran from the room and she heard the back door slam seconds later.

Nothing was said for several moments. Then Tim spoke calmly, “Well that was fun.” Laura was amazed. Then more so with his next comment, “Mom, Mrs. Muller has agreed to fuck you.” Laura looked on the younger woman in amazement, the words not yet penetrating. “She has never done anything like that before, so have a little patience.”

Warm soft arms encircled around her shoulders and she realized it was Mrs. Muller’s lips upon her rear neck. Almost animatedly the middle-aged woman used only her body to stimulate Mrs. Wilson’s. Laura allowed the woman to pull her to the carpeted floor and felt the hands touching her in only the places her son or husband had touched before. It was like a dream when her body began to get excited from the attention and moist lips began to delve between her strong thighs to get at her sex. She began to moan loudly and her body wiggled beneath the attention of the other woman, something she had never even considered before. Two fingers stimulated a cock and fucked her hot wet vagina while a tongue flicked her hard clitoris. Other hands twisted and tormented her nipples and she realized it was her own. Something hairy and wet was pressing rhythmically against her lower leg, getting her stockings wet and disarranged, knowing it was Mrs. Muller’s wet cunt. The first orgasm took a long while, as the woman worked diligently and slowly. Before she had time to recover, the body climbed up over hers and she felt her sex being pressed against Mrs. Muller’s. The clitoris’s smashed together and both sets of sweaty breasts constantly massaged the other. The second orgasm took much less time and began at the same time as Mrs. Muller’s.

For almost a half hour, Tim sat silently upon the couch watching as Jerry’s mother worked upon his own mom. It was the most exciting sight he had been able to witness since first seeing his mother masturbate before him weeks ago. With only a little mental pushing, both women were able to loose all inhibitions and enjoy themselves. Though both looked very edible, it was his own mother that interested him the most.

Laura panted with exhaustion into the coarse black hair of the sweaty woman above her. This was a new feeling, and not unpleasant. When she found her body reacting to her son she felt scared and almost powerless. But with Mrs. Muller, she found the unknown enjoyment of another woman thrilling and the orgasms were powerful and enjoyable. For some reason it felt more natural while sex with her son felt raw, more submissive.

In her haze, she heard her son’s voice, “Mom?”

Had he seen everything, she thought embarrassed and a little exhilarated. “Yes dear?”

“Come here mom.” She turned her head to see that he hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch, but with a single exception. Her son’s pale hard penis was sticking out of his slacks. Laura knew, and felt excitement, for what was expected from her.

Laura Wilson rolled Mrs. Muller’s exhausted body off her, then she crawled onto wobbly hands and knees to her son. Tim simply watched as his mother climbed up onto the cushions to straddle his lap. He held his cock straight up and watched as his mother lowered herself onto him. She groaned loudly, with pleasure, when she felt the familiar cock enter her.

She didn’t care any longer who he fucked, or who he wanted her to fuck. As long as she was able to continue to enjoy the pleasure she now felt. Her son’s cock moved within her body as she bounced above him. His mouth sucking alternately on both large hard nipples, as he held them against his face. Laura felt another orgasm quickly approaching and heard the words of endearment escape from her mouth. She loved him and would do anything for Tim, her only son.