The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Night Cravings

Synopsis: Ella is having the most unusual erotic dreams… now that her son is home.

All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.

Ella Bacigalupo, 45 moaned as she felt the thick cock pushing into her moist vagina. “Oh, yessss,” she gasped, opening her legs wider as her night-time visitor fucked her. Her labia spread as she swallowed the thick man-sausage.

Her large 42E breasts were cupped by firm, greedy hands.

“Yesssss,” she moaned again as she felt these being kneaded.

“Oh, baby!” she gasped as she felt the fullness of manliness buried inside of her. She appreciated the feel deep into her being of hardened flesh.

“Oh, baby!” she gasped again as she came… “Oh, fuckkkkkkk!”

Her night visitor grunted and she felt him come… Into a condom.

It disappointed her again that she did not feel hot come coating her cervix.

He pulled out of her.

It had only been less than ten minutes, but it had been intense. She felt his immediacy, his need, and it turned her on.

She wanted to open her eyes… to wake.

“Still!” she heard his voice.

She lay still, unable to move as she felt him climb off of her.

He pulled the sheet and blanket up over her and she soon felt the warmth of her body fill the bedding.

When she woke in the morning she sat up, and had an enormous smile on her face. She felt refreshed, relaxed… satisfied.

She’d not had such feelings for a while.

She rotated on her ass and slid out of bed, stepping into her slippers.

Ella made her way down the hall to the bathroom.

She stopped outside her son’s bedroom.

Corporal Marc (Marco) Bacigalupo (USMC) was twenty-four, at home after a tour of duty in the Carribean. She paused outside his room and opened it. She could smell his familiar manliness.

She stood there watching the rise and fall of his sleeping chest.

Suddenly she realised she was, except for her slippers, stark naked.

She blushed embarrassed and hurried back to her bedroom.

Ella grabbed a dressing-gown. She paused. She looked at her crotch… clean-shaven! “When did I…?” she gasped. She felt over her skin as if to confirm what her eyes were seeing…

She headed back down the hall.

“Hi, mom,” Marc said as she passed the door.

She stopped and looked in at him as he sat up. She sucked in a deep breath at seeing his chiselled naked chest… the military kept him fit.

She went in and lent over and planted a kiss on his forehead “Good morning, son,” she smiled and stood up again

“You don’t mind me being home, mom?”

“Baby, we went over this last night… You’re welcome to stay as long as you want…”

“I love you, mom,”

She blushed and smiled “I love you too, honey,” she said and she bent over to kiss him again on the forehead. He lifted his head. Their lips met.

She sighed. It was nice.

She went to the bathroom feeling flushed warm.

She didn’t even notice that her gown had come open.

The toilet, then the shower in that order.

Returning to her bedroom she looked at the ugly little stone figurine on her night-stand… A gift her son had brought her from his recent deployment in Haiti.

Her instinct was to get rid of it. It disturbed her. She reached for it but then something came over her.

“You will not touch this…,” she recalled her son telling her, his voice seemed to shake through her being with such a tone of command.

“Yes,” she said. She must not disturb it.

Ella got dressed, but she simply threw a dress on, without a bra or panties. Something… ? She knew she usually wore underwear… But…? No…. She wasn’t to wear them anymore.

The dress was short. She recalled just two days ago going through her wardrobe and with a big pair of scissors cutting off the bottoms of several dresses…

As she spun around in her dress she could just see her ass. It felt… natural?

She felt she was still sexy… so why not flaunt it? After-all only her son would see her exposed… And… Something about that in the back of her mind. She… She wanted him to appreciate her. Could she still attract a guy? Her son… He was the only one she needed to attract.

Funny… she thought. “Why would I want?” she paused “No… My son… I love him… I… I want him to love me too… But…? Not like…? That’s not right… Is it? I?” she paused again. She caught sight of her ass again. “Why shouldn’t she show her ass to her son?”

She buried any thought of ‘protest’ and went to see if he was up.

She heard him in the shower.

She saw the door was ajar.

She had to… No… this is too weird… No… “I need… I need to look…”

She gasped as she saw the shower curtain was open, and she glared as his firm ass.

“No, this is soooo wrong,” she gasped and turned and went to the kitchen. She was moist and she felt a drip run down her inner thigh.

In the kitchen she grabbed the paper towels and peeling off a sheet she dabbed her pussy with it.

The paper was soaked.

Was she really that wet?

“What am I?” she paused. “I must make my son breakfast,” and with that she felt a sense of relaxation wash over her. She knew what to do and she wanted to do it.

She hummed as she danced around the kitchen. She was happy again to be making food for her man… Her man. Her son.

“Hi mom,” he said as he walked in wearing only boxers.

“Hi, baby,” she smiled as he embraced her and kissed her on the cheek.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Bacon and eggs… in a burger…,” she said as she was toasting some buns to put the bacon and egg in.

“That’s great,” he said… “I’m so lucky to have a mom like you…,”

She smiled, and blushed…

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

She froze. Could he know?

No… She… She hadn’t told anyone about her strange night cravings.

“Um…? Why do you ask?”

“I heard you tossing and turning…,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I was going to come in and check on you… But… I…”

“You wanted to…?”

“I…”

“You can come into my bedroom anytime you want,” she smiled “You’re my son… I … I want you to know that I have nothing I want to hide from you…,”

And coincidentally she spun around at that very moment and bent over to take something out of a bottom draw.

He gazed at the smile of her bare pussy. A small bead of her juice drooled out of her.

He wanted so much to run his tongue between those lips and taste her.

And so that night he crept into his mother’s room. When he peeled back her sheets he smiled… She was naked.

The cumulative affects of her growing sexual desire.

She opened her eyes. He jumped, startled, but then realised she was still asleep.

He waved his hands over her eyes and they did not move.

He was getting hard. He rolled a condom on and as climbed onto the bed she opened her legs apart.

He was again startled.

And again when after sliding into her moist warm pussy she sighed “Marco, honey…,”

He waved his hands over her eyes and again she showed no sign of being awake.

He ploughed back into her, bucking wildly, coming hard.

“Marcoooo!” she cried.

Ella woke in the morning so refreshed. She then had this strange thought… Was her son alright.

She slid out of bed and rushed to his room “Marc?” she called.

She went in and leaning over him rocked him

“Huh? Uh? What’s up mom?” he gasped as he woke.

He looked up at her. She was naked.

“I… I just had this strange hunch…,” she laughed relieved.

She drew him into an embrace. His face cushioned against her large breast.

He moved his mouth onto a nipple.

She was surprised, but she did not protest as she felt his mouth tugging on her.

What also surprised her was that she gave him milk.

She hugged him, not wishing to break this precious connection. It felt good to be close to her son again.

“I’m so glad by baby is home,” she said.

He looked up at her.

“Drink up,” she encouraged.

He turned back into her flesh and suckled.

* * *

Ella did dress again, but she didn’t bother tying her dressing-gown… What care for her if her son could see her generous curves?

She made him breakfast and as he ate she doted on him.

“Do you want more of momma’s milk?”

He nodded.

This time she straddled him and sat on his lap. She lifted one of her breasts up.

He suckled. She embraced him, cooing as she held him.

She grew a wry smile as she felt the hardness between his legs pressing against her. It made her feel… good.

That night as he went to his room he heard his mom calling him.

“What is it?” he asked from her bedroom door.

“Why don’t you sleep with me tonight, baby?” she asked

“What?”

“I… I miss the feel of a man beside me,” she smiled and she pulled the blankets back from the other side.

“Yeah, okay…,”

He slid into bed.

She rolled over and pressed her butt against him.

He realised she was naked.

“Mom?” he asked.

“What is it baby?” she asked shifting against him.

“Would you um… mind if I got naked…,”

“Son?”

“I…”

“It’s okay baby…,” she said “Mommy is naked too…” (as if he hadn’t noticed.)

He was also rock hard.

When she fell asleep he pushed up into her and fucked her. She felt so nice.

In the morning she woke and felt a sticky ooze…

Marc had been so eager that last night he had forgotten to use a condom…

She touched it. And then looked at the stickiness on the tips of her fingers

She tasted it.

She knew it was come.

She turned around, and on her hands and knees lapped at the sticky sheet.

As she did she pulled the sheet back and looking at her son’s cock she took hold of it.

She soon began sucking it…

He woke up to the feel of his mom’s mouth tugging on his cock.

He came.

She swallowed it all.

Afterwards she lay with her head on his stomach, and she causally played with his cock.

“That was amazing, mom.” he said.

“I’m glad I can still turn a guy on…”

He reached down gliding his hand over her ass. She looked up and smiled at him as his fingers worked into her slit.

“You’re mine forever now, mom…”

“I know honey…,” she smiled and turned to play with his cock again.

The End