Diet
by Pan
Chapter 46
“Five point five,” I said flatly.
My sister can’t normally move when she’s under, with a few exceptions. Apparently ‘being told that your score has dropped by an entire number’ was one of them; her entire body slumped, and her mouth opened in despair.
I licked my lips in anticipation. Once I was done here, I’d probably cum into that mouth. There was nothing hotter than my sister’s face when I crushed her dreams, and I’d started to get good at doing it again and again and again.
I’d avoided her for the rest of the day, before entering her room and telling her it was time for another session.
She hadn’t argued back, of course. It was all I could do not to groan with pleasure at the way she scurried to obey me, like I was an abusive spouse she had to work not to anger.
“Five point five six, to be specific.”
My sister’s demeanor didn’t change at the very slight upgrade I gave her.
“What?” she said quietly, like...well, like her heart had just been stomped on. “Why?”
“Because you asked to suck his cock,” I replied.
“I...”
I let my sister think for a moment, practically hearing the gears in her head turning. Finally, she gave up.
“I don’t understand,” she said, her voice small. “I thought he liked it...”
“He did,” I nodded. “He liked getting head.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“He didn’t like getting it from you.”
There it was again; that look of true heartbreak. I’d been ready for this one, and taken a photo as soon as it had appeared.
My sister, laying naked, completely exposed on her bed. Her eyes glazed, her face expressionless.
And in her eyes, the look of someone who had just lost everything.
All for me.
“Was I not good at it?”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “He mostly just came cos...well, he’s a virgin.” True, with the notable exception of fucking Cynthia while she was hypnotized. “It’s like pizza; any head is better than no head.”
“I...I was that bad? Bad enough to drop to...”
Cynthia swallowed, her next words barely a whisper.
“Five point five?”
“Five point five six,” I corrected her. “And it wasn’t just that you were bad. It’s also that...well, you’re his sister.“
A look of confusion appeared in my sister’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d so thoroughly warped her sexuality, so fucked up her sense of right and wrong, she couldn’t understand why us being siblings could be anything but a turn-on.
She’d forgotten that it wasn’t normal for a sister to suck her brother’s cock. For a family member to want another as much as she wanted me.
“Incest is wrong,” I reminded her. “It’s a disgusting, sinful act. Only a true pervert would be turned on by it.”
True. But I’d long accepted what I was.
“...oh.”
Again, there was a silence as Cynthia processed my words.
“What about when he came on...on Mom’s face? Did he not like that?”
“That was different,” I shrugged. “She didn’t want it. He was doing it to help her lose weight. No one was doing it for fun.”
“But...but...”
The sadness was still there, but it was now accompanied by desperation.
I held up a hand, and my cock twitched as Cynthia immediately fell silent.
“With Mom, it was a punishment. You asked to suck his cock.“
“But...you told me to.”
I cocked my eyebrow. This was new—she’d never fought back against her trainer like this.
“Uh huh,” I demurred. “And maybe if you’d been better at it, it would’ve worked. It would’ve raised your score. But as it was...”
I trailed off, and—to my relief—Cynthia didn’t follow that train of thought any further.
I’d spent a lot of time convincing her that I was omniscient, basically. I existed to help her lose weight, and she could take my every word as gospel.
If she’d started doubting me...hell, the whole thing might have collapsed.
“...as it was,” I continued, emboldened, “now Daniel thinks you’re a total pervert.”
Cynthia whimpered at my words, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Which, of course, you are. You’re disgusting.”
There it was. Another whimper. Partially from despair...but mostly arousal.
“You’re disgusting,” I continued. “You’re degenerate, from head to toe...and now Daniel knows. Now your brother knows how filthy you are, what a filthy whore he has for a sister.”
A tear slipped from Cynthia’s eyes, but at the same time I could see the wet patch on her panties spreading. She was a woman of two minds.
Two minds, and I had complete control of both of them.
“You’re a dirty slut,” I growled. “Say it.”
“I’m a dirty slut,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“I’m a dirty slut!” she screamed, and I moved her panties to the side and slid my hardness into her as she did. Mom was out, fortunately, or I’m sure she would’ve heard that.
Not, I suppose, that it would have raised suspicion. Mom was saying much worse to her daughteron a daily basis.
“So, what do you think we should do?” I asked, as I began pumping in and out of my hypnotized sister. This was the second of Cynthia’s holes I’d fucked that day. I couldn’t wait until I could cum inside her cunt, as I had her mouth that morning.
“I...I don’t know,” she replied flatly. Even the feeling of her brother’s dick inside her wasn’t enough to lift her mood.
“Of course you don’t,” I grunted. “You’re a moron. Say it.”
“I’m a moron,” she said, her tightness clenching as she did.
“Fortunately for you, I have a plan. Tomorrow morning, you’re going to wake your brother up with another blowjob.”
Cynthia’s back arched as I roughly thrust my hip forward. Apparently that was a sensitive spot.
“W-what?” she asked, when she had her senses back. “How will that help?”
“Your brother already thinks you’re a disgusting, worthless pervert,” I reminded her. “But if you keep on doing it...”
“Exposure therapy...” Cynthia moaned.
“Exactly,” I smiled. “Make it clear to him that he can use your mouth any time he wants. Be available to him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Tell him that you’re his desperate, horny little cumbucket. Say it...”
“I’m his dirty cumslut!” Cynthia cried out, and I slammed my hips forward, driving my cock deep into her. “My mouth is his to take, any time he wants.”
“That’s right,” I growled. The sensation of her pussy clamping around my cock was divine. Almost as good as her mouth had felt that morning. “And maybe after he gets used to using you like that, he’ll stop being so disgusted by the idea of fucking his own sister’s mouth.”
“Ohhh!” Cynthia moaned, and her eyes twitched at the thought.
“And if you actually get better at blowing him...”
I pulled out, leaving her shuddering at my absence.
“If you actually get better at blowing him, maybe you’ll move back up to a seven. Or higher! An eight, a nine...”
“A nine...” Cynthia said in awe, her glazed eyes staring at my cock. It was like I’d introduced numeracy to a primitive civilization.
“Uh huh,” I grunted. “Plus, this is something that Mom won’t do. You want to beat Mom, don’t you?”
“Beat...Mom...” my sister replied, echoing the words mindlessly. I could tell that all her energy was focused on not cumming; the concept of hitting nine was clearly flooding her mind, blocking out all other thoughts.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to offer my mouth to Daniel any time he wants to use it,” Cynthia said, her body twitching and convulsing as I pumped my cock directly in front of her face. “I’m going to wake him up with a blowjob, and give him so much head that he—oh!—that he doesn’t think I’m a disgusting waste of space.”
“Good luck,” I grunted, and for the second time that day, blew my load into my sister’s mouth.
Cynthia woke me up with a blowjob the next morning. This time, we didn’t make conversation. It was a helluva sight to wake up to; my sister, an urgent look in her eyes, so desperate for my approval that she wasn’t even aware of how pathetic she looked. Cramming my cock into her mouth, terrified of turning me off, practically on the verge of tears as she wrapped her hands and mouth around my morning wood.
Her eyes were wide, staring straight at me as she gagged on my erection. I just looked down at her, expressionless, just watching as my half-naked sister slurped and sucked on my cock.
I didn’t say anything—none of the compliments of the day before, no comments about how good her mouth was. Even when I came, pumping my seed into Cynthia’s hungry mouth, I just stared unblinkingly at her as she desperately tried to swallow every drop.
When she was done, a glance at the door was all it took. She was halfway across the room before she remembered what I liked, crawling the rest of the way. I stared at her beautiful ass as she left, only letting myself smile once she was done.
The blowjob had been great, of course (it was a blowjob. From one of the hottest women on the planet.) but the biggest turn-on had been the atmosphere of terror that had surrounded it. Cynthia didn’t even know why she was terrified, just that the stakes were high.
That she had to please me, whatever it took.
When I saw my sister a few hours later, she was making out with our mother, and I had a moment of panic—would Mom recognize the taste of my semen on her daughter’s breath? Would she know, somehow, what we’d done?
I relaxed slightly at the sight of the two topless women rubbing their bodies together. They didn’t look like they were thinking about anything but each other’s bodies, the touch of the other woman.
Mom looked like she was in heat, her entire body flushed with desire. My sister’s panties were so soaked, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d dissolved. If the busty pair had noticed me coming in, they didn’t show it. It wasn’t until they pulled away that I realized Cynthia had been turning her body toward me, doing all she could to show off the figure that I’d convinced her was disgusting to behold.
As the two women turned to look at me, silently awaiting my instruction, I realized how lucky I had it. I could’ve ordered Mom out of the room and had my sister suck my cock. I could’ve told Mom it was time for her reward, spanked her to orgasm, and then had her suck my balls.
I could’ve told Mom it was time for her punishment, and unloaded onto her face. I could even have put Cynthia under, and fucked her until I was ready to cum, pulling out and unloading on her naked, sweaty body.
The possibilities were practically overwhelming. And that was only what I’d already set up. It would’ve been child’s play to convince Cynthia that she was never going to reach a higher score unless she let her brother fuck her ass—awake or asleep, I could’ve managed either. Mom wasn’t quite there yet, but I was getting closer every day. By having Cynthia suggest it, who knew how far I could push my mother.
I could do anything to her. To either of them.
Instead, I left. I walked out of the room, practically hearing the two women trembling with need as I did.
I had them in the palm of my hands. They were mine to control. They were mine to use as I wanted.
When I entered my sister’s room an hour later, it was obvious that she was edging. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her mouth slack, and her fingers were furiously stroking her pussy, trying to bring herself off.
Trying not to bring herself off, too.
The look of fear that appeared on her face was the only thing that could’ve made it hotter. Her eyes widened and her legs snapped shut.
As far as Cynthia was concerned, this was my first glimpse of her bare cunt.
“I’m sorry,” she squeaked, scrambling to cover herself. Just like that morning, I didn’t say anything. I walked over to the bed, and pulled out my hard cock, trying not to smile at the look of lust that appeared on her face.
“Suck it,” I ordered, and Cynthia didn’t allow her confusion to slow her down. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my sister parted her lips and took the length of my cock down her throat.
“Jesus,” I groaned, my hand moving to her head. “You’re such a slut.”
My sister’s blue eyes stared up at me, silently agreeing. The hazy look of lust was back as I began pounding into her mouth, mercilessly using her mouth as a sex toy. I loved the feel of her soft tongue sliding up and down my shaft, the way her cheeks hollowed out each time she gagged.
But I did nothing to let her know how I felt.
Cynthia was on fire, eager to please, but still scared of disappointing me. She was putting her entire body into sucking my dick, her breasts jiggling every time her head bobbed. When I tightened my grip on her hair, she whimpered with pleasure, and I forced a frown to my face.
“You’re disgusting,” I spat, and a tremor of pleasure went through my sister’s body at my words. “You dirty whore. You’re nothing but a filthy dumpster for my cum.”
Cynthia’s eyes opened wider, her head jerked forward, and she choked on my cock. As she coughed, a drop of saliva fell from her chin and landed on her thigh. I reached down and brushed it away, acting as though her slobber disgusted me.
We didn’t say anything for the next few minutes; I simply enjoyed the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock. As my sister got used to the feeling of choking on my dick, I increased the speed, slamming my hips forward. I felt Cynthia’s throat clench reflexively around my shaft, and she let out a long groan of pleasure.
“Fuck you’re a slut,” I said again, narrowing my eyes. “You’re completely depraved, aren’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” my sister agreed immediately.
“I bet you’re getting off on this.” The sound of horror in my voice did not go unnoticed, and Cynthia winced...while her thighs involuntarily clenched. “God...are you??”
Cynthia unwillingly pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Y-yes,” she sobbed, and I reached down and slapped her.
It was something I’d done before during her ‘punishments’, but this wasn’t a punishment. Cynthia hadn’t come to me to let me know that she’d ‘made a mistake.’
We were in completely uncharted territory, and she didn’t seem to care.
In response to my slap, Cynthia continued staring at me. Like a mouse unable to take her eyes off an approaching snake, she looked terrified. Entranced.
Obsessed.
Even as a red mark appeared on her head, she didn’t say anything, didn’t react. I reached down, and slapped her other cheek.
“Touch yourself,” I hissed, pouring as much disgust into my voice as I could. “Touch your disgusting, slutty cunt while you suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” Cynthia moaned, spreading her legs and starting to finger herself. Her eyes met mine as her lips enveloped my cock once more, and I could see the heat rising in her face.
“You’re a filthy bitch,” I growled, slapping her again. She didn’t respond (Mom had raised us not to talk with our mouths full), just kept pleasuring my dick with her mouth, while her hand continued its motion between her legs. “You’re disgusting, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Cynthia moaned, her eyes locked onto mine.
“I can’t believe you’re touching your nasty little cunt,” I breathed. “While you suck your own brother’s cock. You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Cynthia repeated, her eyes filled with self-loathing and lust.
I mimicked a shudder as my sister’s mouth slid up and down my cock. “You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you?”
“Mmmmmm,” Cynthia whined, her fingers continuing their rhythm between her legs.
“A filthy slut who loves sucking cock.”
Cynthia agreed once more, and I fell silent, drinking in the sight in front of me. I’d never seen my sister touch herself before—I knew she did it, of course. I’d known that since before I’d even hypnotized her.
But this was my first time watching. She was kneeling on the floor, her fingers deep inside her pussy, her face flushed, her eyes gazing into mine.
I could see my sister’s pulse throbbing in her neck, the way her breathing quickened at each stroke of her hand. I could even see her juices leaking from her cunt, dripping onto the carpet below.
“You’re disgusting,” I said again, surprising both of us by spitting on my sister’s face. “You need to be punished.”
Cynthia gasped as my saliva hit her. She was mine. I owned her—she was naked, touching herself, sucking her brother’s cock, and best of all...she was completely conscious. She wasn’t doing this while hypnotized, she was doing this in real life.
I glared at her, my face one of fury and dominance, and my cock throbbed in her mouth. To my surprise, my sister’s eyes widened—she pulled her hand out from between her legs, but it was too late.
She was cumming.
Her body tensed up, and she began crying out, her eyes squeezing shut and tears falling down her cheeks. I couldn’t tell whether she was crying because of the intensity of her orgasm, or because she knew she’d disappointed me. Or perhaps because she’d inadvertently revealed herself; she’d demonstrated herself to be the kind of slut who came from being spat on.
Who came from the feeling of her brother’s saliva hitting her face.
Whatever the reason, it was enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, releasing my sister’s head. My balls contracted, and I felt myself erupting, pumping my seed straight into Cynthia’s waiting mouth.
The moment she felt my cock swelling in her mouth, Cynthia’s eyes opened, so glazed with lust that she may as well have been hypnotized.
I watched her do all she could to swallow my load as I shot rope after rope down her throat. She looked up at me with wide, happy eyes, her mouth and stomach full of my semen. She’d exposed her true self to her brother, and it had made him cum. I had joined her in orgasm, instead of rejecting her.
As always, her happiness was misplaced. A mask of hate settled on my face, as I did all I could to act like my sister was the opposite of what she was—a gorgeous woman, who deserved to be worshiped as a sexual goddess.
I pointed at the door. Cynthia didn’t even question my command, likely didn’t even register that it was her room that I was booting her out of.
As she crawled out of her own room, I could hear my sister sobbing.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sexier sound.
Cynthia never touched herself while blowing me again. But she continued giving me head whenever I wanted—for the next week and a half, I’d come and find her once or twice a day, acting like an anguished teen. Like I was conflicted, coming to her because I liked cumming, hating her the moment I blew my load down her floor.
The rest of the time, I avoided her. I didn’t even hypnotize her—after months of fucking my unconscious sister, I’d found a new way to unload inside her, and...god damn, it didn’t even compare. She was so responsive, so fucking into it. It was like she was getting drunk on my cum. Sometimes she’d reach up with both arms, gripping my thighs, tugging me deeper into her throat. By the end of the first week, she could deep throat me without gagging. I could slide my entire length into her, meeting absolutely no resistance.
It was perfect. Perfect. Every time my mother’s mouth on my balls worked me up, every time I got hard from the sight of Cynthia and Mom passionately making out, I would just go and find her, and watch as she blew me like her life depended on it.
Like her entire self-image was tied into how attractive I found her.
I would berate her the entire time, of course. By the end of the first week, I was telling her that I was ashamed to have her as a sister. That her perversion shamed the entire family. That she was the worst person I knew. The worst person I’d ever heard of.
She’d gulp and shudder with pleasure, her mouth never leaving my cock. Her heart would break as her bare pussy pulsed and throbbed, and I knew that my words would be running through her head the next time she edged.
There was no part of the experience that wasn’t hot. That wasn’t perfect. It was the best sexual experience anyone had ever had, I’d have bet my life on it.
But after almost two weeks, I knew we were ready for the next step.
Even if it meant giving up my sister’s perfect head.
“I need to hypnotize you,” I grunted. Cynthia’s eyes widened, as though she’d forgotten that was something we used to do. The moment I’d entered her room, she’d slithered off the bed and onto her knees, ready to put her magnificent mouth to work around my erection again.
My sister was naked. She was always naked, now. Ever since I’d caught her masturbating; once I’d seen her perfectly-shaved pink pussy, I suppose she hadn’t seen any need to hide it.
She probably thought it disgusted me, and that exposure therapy was the only solution. I hadn’t even needed to hypnotize her; she was jumping through hoops without me needing to do anything.
I’d trained her well.
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered, and less than a minute later she was laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed.
“What do you think your score is?” I asked.
“I...I don’t know,” she replied, her voice tinged with fear. Pleasing me had become her entire identity, her entire life. Even while hypnotized, not knowing the answer to something clearly chilled her to the bone.
“Guess,” I ordered, smiling as Cynthia squirmed.
“I...I...”
She fell silent, and I watched with pleasure at her inability to answer.
“Seven?” she finally offered, and I shook my head.
“Why would you think that?” I asked, my voice harsh. “Why would you give such a stupid, arrogant answer?”
“B-because...because...”
My sister stammered for almost ten seconds, before choking the rest of her answer out.
“Because he keeps coming back,” she finally gasped. “He keeps coming back, so...so...”
I shook my head.
“Three,” I answered, and Cynthia’s face turned white.
“Th-three?”
“Three,” I repeated. It was the lowest she’d ever reached. “And trending downwards.”
“B-but...”
Again, I let her stammer, but this time she trailed off.
“Your brother lets you blow him,” I stated calmly, “but not because he thinks you’re attractive. He hates that he only has you to give him head. He thinks you’re disgusting, the lowest of the low. He can’t believe that you’re actually turned on by giving him head. You’re his sister, for god’s sake.“
Cynthia didn’t say anything, but her lip was trembling, and tears were steadily falling from her glazed-over eyes.
And that wasn’t the only part of her getting moist at my words. My sister’s arousal was so closely tied to being degraded; learning how much she turned her brother off was, in and of itself, enough to get her wet.
I couldn’t help myself, unbuckling my pants as I continued. Yeah, it wasn’t as good as getting head from Cynthia while she was conscious...but fuck, she was so soaking wet, I just had to have her.
“And even worse,” I continued, “you get turned on by how poorly he treats you. You’re such a repulsive piece of vermin, he can slap you, call you a slut, spit on you...and it makes you cum!”
Cynthia was sobbing now, her body wracking with sobs and moans. I sat there for a moment, drinking it in, before positioning my erection at the entrance to her wetness and dropping the final bombshell.
“Your brother will never be attracted to someone like you,” I declared, slowly pushing myself into my sister’s sopping wet cunt. “Never. Do you agree?”
“Y-yes,” Cynthia sobbed, not even noticing that I was fucking her, unable to think about anything but what I’d just told her. I’d just taken away everything we’d been working towards, everything she’d wanted.
I’d just destroyed her every hope and dream. After spending months making her want my approval more than anthing, I’d taken it away from her.
You can see why I had to fuck her while I did that, right?
We were both silent for the next few minutes as I pounded into my sister’s body. She just sobbed and trembled with complete heartbreak, while I tried not to cum inside her.
I probably could have, to be honest. When she woke up, I think she’d be paying more attention to the depression that I was sure she’d be filled with than anything dripping out of her constantly-wet pussy.
But you know me. I’m a cautious man.
“Your brother deserves better than you, doesn’t he?” I asked, pulling out my sister and stroking my cock, aiming directly at her face.
“Y-yes,” Cynthia sobbed.
“So much better than you. Your brother deserves the best, doesn’t he?”
“Of...of course,” she continued.
“Why?”
“Because he’s amazing. He’s...he’s...”
I leaned forward until my cock was resting against her lips.
“He’s better than you.”
“Y-yes.”
“He’s incredible.”
“Of course,” my sister gulped.
“And even though you can’t have him, you’re going to keep serving him, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Cynthia said fervently. “Until my dying day.”
“Good girl,” I groaned, before unloading onto her face.
My sister couldn’t close her eyes while she was under, so I aimed for her nose and mouth. Her lip twitched, as though she wanted to slurp up as much of my seed as she could, swallow it down in an effort to make me want her.
Even though she now knew that was a fruitless path.
When I was done, she looked up at me with wide eyes, and I smiled.
“So you need to find someone better, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” my sister agreed.
“You need to find someone who’ll give him head, so he doesn’t have to lower himself by coming to you. Say it.“
“I n-need to find a replacement,” my sister said reluctantly. “Someone who’ll suck his dick b-better than I can. Better than I ever have.”
“Someone hotter.”
“Y-yes.”
“Say it.”
“I need to find someone more attractive for my brother. Someone sexier.”
“Who do you think would make a good replacement?”
There was a pause as Cynthia considered the options.
“I could set him up with one of my friends,” she finally said. “My hottest friend. They could...they could replace me.”
I shook my head. Tempting, of course, but it was too risky. If we introduced someone new, their own family might notice changes in their behavior.
I needed to maintain complete control.
“Your brother can take you any time he wants,” I reminded her. “Any time of the day or night, you’re there, naked and ready to suck his cock. He needs someone who can be there for him like you are.”
Cynthia’s eyes widened as she realized what I was saying, and I smiled.
“Good girl,” I murmured, enjoying the sight of my sister’s body twitching with pleasure.
For the almost-two-weeks I’d been enjoying getting head from my sister’s eager mouth, I’d been going relatively easy on Mom.
I was still giving her a ‘reward’ each night; either sucking my balls, or me spanking her to orgasm. Sometimes both.
Mom never asked to suck my balls, and I never pushed her to. But when I told her that was her reward for the evening, she never even looked faintly disappointed.
Instead, she’d just drop to her knees, and spend five or ten minutes slurping on my testicles, not even trying to hide how much she loved it.
Nor did I. We’d stare at each other, mutual lust in our eyes as Mom bobbed her head up and down, sucking all over my sack like she was trying to paint my nuts with her saliva.
Sometimes I’d stroke her hair, but more often than not, I’d just watch. I’d watch as my beautiful mother slobbered on her own son’s testicles, completely naked, as a reward. As a way to de-stress.
I wanted nothing more than to touch myself, to cum onto her face. But I didn’t—that was a punishment. And for ten days, I’d set my mother workouts that I’d know she could complete.
Workouts that took her out of the house, for hours at a time, giving Cynthia the privacy she needed to blow me whenever I wanted.
I was still hypnotizing Mom, of course. Often right before she’d leave for a workout, so I could enjoy her body, her mouth on my balls, my hands spanking her naked ass, “practicing kissing “and getting “lessons” on touching a woman. Almost anything I wanted—I had so much access to my mother’s naked form; I could get as worked up as I wanted. I could have have relieved myself onto her face if I’d wanted, but I didn’t.
I saved it for my sister’s mouth.
While Mom was under, I was constantly checking her limits. No change. She’d suck on my balls, she’d let me cum on her face, she’d allow me to teach her how to please a woman...but she wouldn’t touch my cock. She wouldn’t use her mouth on it, or even her hands.
She wouldn’t bend over and let me fuck her so hard that she could barely breathe, then pump my seed inside her.
Yet.
Eleven days without a punishment had lulled her into a false sense of security. Like she’d finally made it, like she had all the discipline needed to keep herself in shape. Like she could keep the parts she liked—the rewards—without suffering any more penalties.
So when she came home, completely out of breath from the impossible run I’d given her, she looked even more meek than normal.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, still playing the innocent. Even though I’d blown my load on her face multiple times, even though I’d given my mother more orgasms than anyone but my father ever had. Even though we stared with open lust at each other while she sucked my balls, I still had to pretend that I was just her sweet, harmless son.
“I...I didn’t make it,” she breathed, and a look of disappointment appeared on my face.
“Oh, Mom...” I chided. “And you were doing so well.”
“I know,” she said, her face red. “Maybe...”
“What?”
“Maybe we could skip the punishment,” she meekly suggested. “Just this once? Since I’ve been working so hard...”
My eyebrows shot up. “What kind of a suggestion is that?”
“Well, I...”
“Do you really think I’d let you slack off like that? Mom, I’m doing this for you. If I let things slide, you’ll start thinking that you don’t need to work out, that you can just eat whatever you want. Your weight will come back, probably more than ever. You’ll start yo-yo dieting. Is that what you want??”
“N-no,” Mom stammered. “No, of course not.”
“Okay,” I said with a nod. “So you’ll need to be punished. What do you think your punishment should be?”
Mom thought for a while. If only there was some cartoon where ‘sex with your son’ was shown as a normal, non-sexual punishment. That would’ve saved me a lot of time.
“I could...I could clean the whole house,” Mom offered. “All by myself.”
“That’s not much of a punishment, is it?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “I mean, didn’t you do that when we were kids?”
“I guess,” Mom sighed. I could see her mind racing, and I wondered if she was trying to justify a punishment where she got to touch my cock. Or taste it.
She wouldn’t admit it, not even when hypnotized, but I knew that Mom was becoming increasingly obsessed with my erection. With her son’s erection. Not to the point of Cynthia, of course, but…well, my sister’s obsession was at the extreme end of the bell curve.
But the way my mother looked at my cock when she sucked my balls. Even when she was under, her glazed-over eyes would sometimes flicker to my hardness.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her (well, almost as much) and the only thing standing in our way was her.
“What about if we skipped your rewards for a week?” I asked, and Mom’s eyes widened.
“No!” she blurted out, before realizing how panicked she’d sounded. “Uh, no. No, we should...we shouldn’t mess with the reward system. It’s working. Without it my old eating habits might come back.”
Her eating habits which excluded her son’s balls. Neither of us wanted that.
“Well,” I sighed. “I guess we’re out of ideas.”
I stifled a grin at the soft knock at the door.
Exactly on-time.
“Um, I have an idea,” my sister said, poking her head in. Mom’s eyebrows shot up; unlike me, she hadn’t known that Cynthia was listening.
She hadn’t known that Cynthia was almost always outside the door, listening in on our conversations. Except when I was hypnotizing Mom, of course—I made sure to that overlapped with the hours that my sister spent edging each day.
“Go on,” I said, avoiding eye-contact with my sister. Mom looked at her daughter gratefully as she entered, and I noticed my mother’s eyes flicking down to Cynthia’s exposed body.
She hadn’t said anything about her daughter’s sudden nudity, but I knew that she’d been enjoying it as much as I did.
Well, almost as much.
“What is it?” she asked kindly, although I heard the subtle note of lust in her voice. If we hadn’t been deciding something so important, I knew she would’ve pulled Cynthia’s naked form to hers, and started roughly making out with her daughter, her hand grasping and pinching at her bare ass.
I hadn’t ordered Mom to make her daughter cum for weeks, but she was still constantly ‘keeping her warmed up’, exploring Cynthia’s naked form with her hands, kissing her neck, nibbling on her ears, and making out with her ferociously at every opportunity.
All the while, of course, reminding Cynthia of what a disgusting slut she was. Of how her body repelled men—repelled everyone—and how she should be ashamed of her inferiority.
Cynthia blushed, noticing the way Mom’s eyes lingered on her body, but attributing it to disgust.
“Easy,” she said, her voice a whisper. “You should blow him.”