The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Her dreams were strange, but pleasant.

It had started with Mary wandering through a meadow with her friends. The sun was bright as they wandered through a flower filled field.

The city girls especially loved experiencing the nature of the country first hand.

Amy had run over to pick wild flowers. Lily was on the ground running her fingers through rich earth. And Mary found herself climbing to the top of a hill to overlook the entire pastoral scene. She enjoyed just soaking it all in.

She couldn’t remember where Vicky had gone.

But Mary did remember that the sights were beautiful. And so were the sounds and smells. The air was fresh and the birds seemed happy. Even the cows down the hill from her were lowing contentedly.

Mary wished that she could be so happy everyday.

But she wasn’t.

And her dream ended as abruptly as her headache set in.

Mary groaned. As much in physical pain as in knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep and more firmly grasp the already fleeting feelings of her pleasant dream.

“Morning sleepyhead.” said Lily.

She groaned again. What was worse? Admitting to her friends she was hungover? Or trying to hide it from them and suffering all the more throughout the day.

Crap.

Hell, when was the last time she’d even had a hangover?

Slowly, Mary sat up and tried to stretch before bringing her hands to alternate between rubbing her neck and temples.

Bright side: at least she’d been through worse. Brighter still, she didn’t feel any need to pay homage to the porcelain throne.

Thankfully, the room wasn’t too bright as she finally opened her eyes and rolled over.

Lily wasn’t far from her on the floor. It was at that moment Mary realized she hadn’t made it back to her own bedroom that night.

At some point Lily must have because she’d changed into her yoga pants and top. She certainly was putting all the fibers to the test as she did her stretches.

Ugh. The idea of exercising at the moment was even a bit much for Mary’s psyche at the moment. Not to mention her thoughts on Lily packing away gym clothes for a weekend getaway. When had she become such a health nut?

“Still not a morning person, huh?” Lily asked mid stretch knowing full well the answer.

Mary made a face and turned her head away.

“Coffee’s brewed hun. Let me pour you a cup.” Vicky, her savior, called from the island in the kitchen. “Same as last night?”

There was a devilish twinkle in her eye as she asked.

“Hold the alcohol. Please!”

“You sure? Hair of the dog and all that.”

“I’m sure.” She said, a bit surprised at herself. Usually she asked for her coffee black, but the creamer last night was just too good to pass up this morning. Maybe she could get a bottle to take home when the weekend was over?

“Cereal?” Vicky asked as she set the fresh cup on the counter in front of Mary and poured a healthy dollop of the cream into it.

Mary wasn’t quick enough to hide her scowl. “I’m sorry. I’m not really one for dairy.” she said rubbing her temple again.

“Suit yourself.”

“Am I the last one up?” Mary asked looking around for Amy.

“Yeah. Amy, Lily, and I already had breakfast. Amy just stepped into the shower.” answered Vicky. “How’s your headache?”

“Ugh.” Mary verbalized her grunt.

“I know just the trick!” Vicky said and walked around the counter to Mary.

There were few remedies to a hangover that Mary hadn’t tried that had worked.... Other than simply abstaining from drinking altogether.

But that ship had long sailed and Mary didn’t want to be the one holding the group back from any fun this weekend.

Besides, she was willing to try anything once.

“Here. Just relax.” Vicky said standing behind Mary.

Easier said than done. Mary thought before she felt Vicky’s hands. She was expecting just a simple shoulder or neck rub.

Instead she found Vicky’s hands massaging into her scalp.

Her hands worked their way forward and back and then gently rubbing down around Mary’s ears and neck.

Mary could feel the headache, and almost everything else, melt away.

How come her husband had never given her a massage like this? How come no one had given her a massage like this?

“Does that feel better?” Vicky asked, not stopping the magic from her fingers as she did.

Mary heard the question but couldn’t come up with any words to respond. Instead she gave a happy grunt of assent.

Vicky laughed then cruelly withdrew her fingers from Mary’s scalp before giving her a sharp squeeze behind her shoulder blades.

It wasn’t painful, exactly. But it was enough to snap Mary out of the daze that she’d fallen into.

“Looks like you could really use that cup of coffee!” Vicky laughed and continued her massage.

As her hostess worked down her shoulders and upper back, Mary found her eyes focusing on the cup of coffee in front of her.

Soon she found herself pleasantly lost in the mocha swirls at the top of the cup. It smelled heavenly. It looked just as good with the milk leaving a pleasant swirl on the surface from where it had been dolloped.

Mary only then realized how much she wanted to drink it. But she was torn. As thirsty as she found herself, she just wasn’t ready for Vicky’s massage to end.

“Oh my! That’s twice now I’ve walked in on you making moves on our friends! Should I let Vinny know?” Amy asked with a smirk.

“Hardly.” Said Vicky. She stopped the massage but let her hands rest on Mary’s shoulders.

Mary enjoyed their warmth.

Still, with the massage ended she could finally drink the coffee and not just gaze into.

The last trace of any memory of the morning’s headache was gone with the first sip. All of it had been replaced with a savory euphoria from the bean.

She barely noticed Amy had come in and was talking with Vicky. At least until Vicky’s hands finally left her shoulders and she felt her own stomach grumble.

“Do you have any toast?” Mary asked.

“I can make some quick enough. How burnt do you want it?” Vicky asked as she walked back around the counter.

“Just crispy if you can.”

“Lightweight.” Amy chuckled as she picked up her empty mug that she’d abandoned earlier in the morning and sat on a stool next to Mary.

Mary’s shoulder was already missing the warmth of her hostess’ hand. But at least their absence wasn’t enough to allow her headache to return. Their absence did prove enough, though, to allow Amy’s earlier question to penetrate.

“Twice?” She asked looking at Amy.

Vicky laughed as she popped bread in the toaster. “You seemed to enjoy watching! But I guess you were pretty out of it by that point. More coffee, Amy?”

“Sure.”

“Watching?” Mary asked, trying to recall what they were talking about.

Vicky gave a salacious grin then cupped her own breasts. Before picking up the pot and refilling Amy’s cup.

“Oh.” Mary said slowly as she connected the dots. She didn’t remember all the details, but she did remember the two of them playing… with each other’s breasts.

“Wow I’m surprised you don’t remember that! You are a lightweight!” Amy giggled as she topped of her second cup with creamer.

“Wait… You fell asleep before me!” Mary said as the memories came back to her.

“I did. Liquor makes me sleepy anymore. But I didn’t go out cold like you, apparently. Vicky taking advantage of Lily proved more than enough to wake me up.” Amy said taking a sip of her freshened cup.

“What!” Mary asked. Her recollections of what had happened that night weren’t nearly so lecherous as Amy was implying.

“That wasn’t what happened and you know it!” Said Lily throwing a pillow at Amy from the floor before getting up to join them all at the counter.

Lily’s words allowed Mary an unexpected sigh of relief.

“It was all my choice! Besides, I’d always regretted not experimenting more in college. Now I don’t have that regret!” Lily continued. “Vicky could give my husband a few pointers!”

“Wow.” was all Mary could think to say.

The entire morning had seemed to have taken an unexpected turn. Did Lily really just cheat like that on her husband? Would her husband even consider that cheating? And what about Vicky’s wife. The thought shook her.

“What would Vinny think?” Mary asked aloud.

“Trust me, she won’t be upset.” Vicky answered without a hint of doubt. She must have known the question was coming sooner or later, her answer sounded somewhat prepared. “And it wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened. We have a healthy and open relationship. Honestly, she’d be thankful I brought another one into the fold. Or rather, introduced her to the intricacies in between the folds!”

Lily shared a laugh with Vicky at that last line.

“Wow.” Mary said again trying to soak it all in.

“I know, right?” Amy said, she seemed less perturbed about it than Mary by quite a wide margin though and soon changed the subject. “So what are we up to today?”

Vicky didn’t miss the beat and laid out her plan. “You city slickers sure seemed to enjoy the view out in the meadow. So I figured we’d go on a light walk through the fields then have a picnic out there for lunch.”

“Sounds great! Just let me changes clothes!” Lily said, then poked Mary in the shoulder. “You should probably change, too!”

The walk wasn’t that far. And given the fair weather it proved more enjoyable than the simple ride they’d been taken on the day before. The view surely must have been the same. But Mary could hardly believe it.

Everything just seemed so different from before. So… vibrant. So alive.

It was no longer a just a pretty view. That was all Mary could remember thinking about the vista yesterday. It was pleasant, but she hadn’t really felt the pleasantness.

Not like now. Mary felt like she’d been plucked from her conscious state and placed back in last night’s dreams.

Everything just felt so wonderful.

And Mary knew that she wasn’t the only one feeling it. All of the girls seemed filled with a joyfulness that Mary couldn’t remember sharing with anyone in such a long time.

She watched and smiled as Vicky first laid out a plaid blanket and started to set out the goods from the picnic basket she carried with her.

Lily had taken her shoes off and was skipping around and twirling occasionally like a schoolgirl in the skirt she’d changed into.

As Vicky finished setting out the light lunch she’d prepared, Amy came back with a bouquet of wildflowers she’d picked.

Mary couldn’t help but think she was reliving a Renoir painting.

“Dig in!” Vicky said handing out paper plates.

For just being cheese and crackers, it proved to be an impressive spread! Vicky had named each of the cheeses that she’d brought saying that they were all ‘bloomy’ and had matched each with a different bottle of wine, four in total. All of them delicious and from the same neighbor from whom she’d gotten the creamer. She hadn’t bothered to name the crackers, not that it mattered. Mary was only certain that none of them were saltines.

To all of their surprise, between the four of them they finished the crackers, cheese, and four bottles of wine.

Well, perhaps least surprisingly the wine.

Mary had let herself indulge. After all, it was only mid day and she knew that whites treated her better than reds when it came to wine. Plus drinking more meant she didn’t feel quite so indulged to have any more cheese which she new didn’t treat her especially well.

None of them had noticed how much of the afternoon had slipped away until Vicky brought up.

“Well, we’ve been out here gazing at the horizon for about three hours. Probably should head back to house. How’s the pool sound?”

Had it really been that long?

“Great!” Amy said.

They all agreed.

“Good!” Vicky said as she folded up the blanket they’d been lounging on. “The ticks hate the chlorine. That’ll kill off any you miss during your tick check.”

“I don’t know if that makes the pool sound better or worse.” Said Lily sticking out her tongue.

“Trust me, it sounds better!” answered Amy.

The pool felt as amazing as it had looked.

Mary was thankful that Vicky had advised them to pack a swimsuit. It wasn’t something that she normally travelled with.

At least, not unless swimming was the primary purpose of trip… Which planning for this trip especially had seemed the farthest thing from her mind.

The silliest thing about it though, was how little time she actually spent with it on in the pool.

Or any of her friends for that matter.

It certainly was large enough for them all to do laps at the same time if they’d wanted.

It was more that they hadn’t really wanted.

All Vicky had to do was suggest they’d been in there long enough to kill off most odd parasites and they were good to move onto the deck chairs to get some sun if they’d wanted.

It seemed that was what they’d all really wanted.

Even Mary. Who wasn’t really much one to sit around and sunbathe.

The idea had never before been at all appealing. Yet somehow, today it seemed right. Especially after the walk and picnic in the field followed by playing in the pool. So here she was.

Having red hair and being of fair disposition Mary had always fretted too much about getting burnt to ever really enjoy the sun.

This was, surprisingly in all her years, probably the first time she’d gone into a pool without lathering up on sunblock.

Maybe that was why it felt so good to just quietly soak up the rays alongside her friends. She could actually feel the warmth of the sun on her previously wet skin.

She knew she’d regret it.

And yet here she was.

The thought was enough to snap her out of her happy fugue. She sat up in her pool and checked herself for burning. Thankfully her skin didn’t feel that warm to the touch.

The only one who noticed her jump was Vicky who gave her an understanding smile.

“I’ll set up the umbrellas.”

“Thanks.” said Mary.

Truth be told she wasn’t ready to go inside yet. The air just felt so good. She couldn’t remember fresh air feeling so… refreshing.

She wasn’t the only one, apparently. Amy and Lily were happily gazing off into the distance.

It was as she was looking over at her friends that she noticed Lily’s breasts.

Had they always been that big?

Sure, Mary couldn’t remember any time prior ever having had seen Lily in a swimsuit. It was possible that had something to do with it. It might have been her first time seeing her friend without a bra on.

That certainly had to be it because at the center of Mary’s attention wasn’t Lily’s breast so much as her nipples.

No doubt the time in the pool had played its part. The term ‘pokies’ certainly was more than apt.

It wasn’t like it was the first time Mary had seen such a thing. But it certainly was the most striking. Lily’s nipples couldn’t have been the only thing that was rock hard. Mary could nearly see all of her areola as well.

Mary knew how sore her nipples got when they were hard like that. So it came as no surprise when Lily’s hands absentmindedly reached up to massage her tender flesh.

What did surprise her though, was that in doing so Lily’s breasts managed to pop right over her swimsuit.

She couldn’t help but stare. There was no denying the size of Lily’s breasts. Or her nipples.

Mary wondered if she should say something, but didn’t know how to approach the issue.

What’s more, she wondered more how Lily had somehow managed to hide those things up until now. They were large enough that they could have just spilled out on their own while they were sunbathing. She could hardly blame them for wanting to escape.

Then Lily started to massage them more. Mary knew she should say something at that point. But before she could she saw something that she thought she’d never see in real life.

While Lily had been rubbing at her boobs milk had shot out!

That wasn’t possible, was it? Mary had never been able to do that after she’d had her kids. Lord knows her husband had helped her try, too. She was well aware of his lactation fetish. She just thought all those videos he’d tried to show her had been shopped.

But there it was right in front of her in real life. And Lily didn’t even seem to know she was doing it.

Or care.

“Are you alright, Mary?” Vicky asked. She’d come back with the umbrella for her and was setting it up.

“Oh, I, uh…” even though it wasn’t head on she didn’t know how to address the situation. But she managed to point toward Lily and whisper. “I didn’t know Lily was pregnant?”

“What?” Lily said pulling down her shades. Amy and Vicky burst out laughing.

Mary hadn’t expected to be heard by both of the other girls. Maybe somethings were just picked up by everybody’s radar.

Still Lily’s response had left Mary more confused. “Well, you’re… you’re lactating.” Mary said pointing again. No more sense ignoring the elephant in the room.

Lily looked down at her clearly leaking exposed bosom then back at Mary. “So?”

The other girls laughed again.

“So? Well… isn’t that weird?” Mary asked. She felt entirely out of the loop the way the other girls were acting.

“That’s what they’re there for isn’t it? Why would it be weird for breasts to make milk?” Vicky asked.

“You know what I mean!” Mary answered getting frustrated.

“No. I don’t. Why do you think I’m pregnant?” Lily asked. Clearly less amused than the others.

“Why are your breasts leaking like that?” Mary almost shouted the question.

This time Lily joined in the laughter, but was able to answer without giggling. “It’s what happens, Mary. They were sore, so I rubbed them until they felt better. You’ve never done that?”

“No!”

“You’ve never rubbed your own breasts?” Amy asked, incredulous.

“I have… but not like that! Nothing’s ever come out…” Mary was flummoxed, as much by Lily as by the responses that Vicky and Amy were be giving. “Am I the only one who isn’t lactating?”

“It’s pretty normal, Mary.” Vicky answered. “I mean, I know you’re not a biology major like me. But, didn’t you ever get the talk?”

The other girls couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Of course I got the talk! No one said anything about this!” Mary said.

“You mean it’s never happened to you?” Lily asked, her turn to be confused.

“When I was pregnant!” Mary answered.

“Wait. Seriously? You’ve never just started leaking?” Amy seemed just as confused as surprised.

“Maybe it’s genetic then?” Vicky asked to herself as much as the other girls. She was the only one keeping a serious face now. “That makes sense. Her mom wouldn’t have told her about it if it never happened to her, right?” She looked to Amy and Lily.

They nodded.

“Sounds about right.” Amy said.

“Yeah, that does… Oh!” Lily said with a start and her hands returned to her chest.

“Oh my! Those do look full!” Vicky said moving over and sitting down next to Lily. “Would you like me to rub them for you?

“I was hoping someone would offer.” Said Lily as she gave Mary a look.

“Oh my! They are heavy, too! Why didn’t you take care of yourself earlier today?” Vicky asked.

“I didn’t want to slow the day down for everyone. Plus they’ve never gotten quite this full so quickly before.” Lily answered. “Oh god that feels good!”

“I bet! I couldn’t ever let myself get this full.” Vicky said, continuing her massage.

“Me neither.” Amy said. She’d begun massaging her own bosom through her swimsuit. “Mary, you must be so lucky not to have to deal with this!”

“Yeah, right?” Mary stammered. Truly though, she was more than a little jealous of the other girls’ predicament. Small price to pay for the busts they’d been sporting. She tried to put her attention elsewhere. But then she saw Amy stand up and her jaw dropped.

Amy had taken off her top!.

“What? We’re all friends here.” She said noticing Mary’s look.

“She’s right.” Vicky said. “Besides. It’s not like anyone’s going to notice. Or any of our spouses would be upset about it.”

“Besides it’s a great chance to even out my tan. Something miss alabaster doesn’t have to worry about over there.” Amy laughed. “Seriously, though, Mary it’s no big deal. Besides Vicky already said that Vinny was okay with it, and Lily’s clearly just a horndog taking advantage of her ‘damsel in distress’ situation!”

“Shut up!” Lily said. “At least I’m not pregnant!”

Finally Mary was able to join in the laughter.