The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

McGinley Square

(Jersey City, NJ)

Karen woke up, stretching out in a yawn. She shook her arms. She looked to her mom, Heather, Heather was atop Karen’s husband, Bob fucking him.

Heather moaned with delight as she bounced up and down on Bob’s cock. “Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!” she cried as she came. On her son-inlaw’s cock. Heather drooled as she opened her mouth and let out a tremendous sigh.

Karen found herself rolling onto her side, and touching her shaven sex as she watched her mom get off servicing Bob.

“Oh, morning, honey!” Heather smiled as she pulled herself up off Bob. She leant over and kissed her daughter and then went to move back.

“No, let me do that!” Karen said as she saw her mom went to clean Bob’s cock.

Heather smiled and relented.

“Give me your cream pie,” Bob said and Heather moved back up over him, lowering her soaking pussy down onto his face.

Bob lapped at her, tasting his own jizz, and her juices as Karen licked his cock clean.

Heather pulled her swollen stomach out of the way to look down at her son-in-law. (Heather was pregnant).

Bob’s tongue lapped at the saltiness oozing out of Heather’s reddened snatch.

The smell of bacon filled the air. Even with his face buried inside Heather he could smell it.

Karen finished cleaning Bob and she got up, putting on a gown (which she didn’t bother to tie close), and slipping into her slippers.

She went downstairs to the kitchen where Helen, Bob’s mom cooked breakfast.

“Good morning,” she said coming up behind Helen, reaching around and cupping her breasts.

“Good morning,” Helen smiled as she moved the frying pan off the flame to the sink’s edge.

“How’s my son…,”

“He’s eating my mom out…”

“Oh?” Helen smiled. “He loves the taste of his own come…”

“Maybe he’s gay,” Karen laughed.

Helen laughed too.

Karen loved her mother-in-law. Her hands moved down Helen till she felt her baby-bump. Helen was pregnant by her son.

Just at that moment in walked Heather, and she pressed up behind her daughter as far as she could… as she also was pregnant to Bob.

Karen felt so warm and loved pressed between the two older women.

“Come on,” Helen smiled, “You’ve got to let me finish breakfast,”

She gently prized herself away and mom and daughter then kissed each other, facing her mom, Karen took Heather’s breast in her mouth and she drank her mom’s milk.

“Oh, we’re out of SOMA” Helen said looking in the fridge.

“I’ll go get some,” Heather said with a tinge of urgency.

SOMA® was a product that everyone had to consume. It was mandatory. But, it was also addictive so consuming it seldom was a thing that needed enforcement.

Since it was introduced, crime had dropped 100%. Everyone was compliant. Everyone was sexually liberated. SOMA brought peace.

SOMA was good.

Karen said nothing.

Later that day she got a phone call from her sister Laine.

“Can we talk?” Laine whispered unnecessarily.

“Yes, of course…”

“Did you take your SOMA?”

“Of course,” Karen laughed “SOMA is good”

“I told you not to…”

“But why wouldn’t I?”

“I told …,” Laine paused. She was exasperated and slapped her forehead. She’d already had this conversation… She’d urged her sister to stop taking it.

Laine had realised SOMA was controlling people. She had stopped taking it and … and it had opened her eyes. It was like waking up from a slumber.

Laine and her (another) sister Jay (actually Jane) had been living with their brother Pete… they had been his lovers. They doted on Pete… He was their master. By accident Laine had realised what was going on. She couldn’t stop Jay, or her other sisters taking it… But she had hoped Karen would.

“Are you there?” Karen asked as the phone was silent.

“Yes, I’m here…” Laine sighed.

“Mom is due next month…,” Karen smiled.

Laine was not elated by this news. She knew her mom was pregnant with Bob.

“Bob’s going to be a dad twice over as his mom’s expecting too,” Karen enthused.

Laine almost ended the call at that. She was so depressed, not elated by the news at all. Not like her sister.

“Look,” Laine said “I really need you to stop taking SOMA”

“But SOMA is good,” Karen said automatically. “It makes your life so… so good,” Karen continued.

“Hey, honey…,” Heather smiled, walking up to Karen, “Who’s that?”

“It’s Laine…,”

“Oh…can I speak to her…?”

“Don’t do it!” Laine begged. She didn’t want to speak to her mom right now.

“Oh, hi honey,” Heather smiled as Karen gave her the phone anyway.

“Hi, mom,” Laine sighed.

“Pete told me you left him… That’s not true is it?”

“Yes…”

“But why? Weren’t you able to serve your brother?” Heather gasped, “I’m sure I told you how to give a good blow-job… I mean… Was it anal? It’s supposed to hurt… I mean…”

Laine held the phone away as her mom gave a spiel about all the ways a woman’s meant to please a man. It didn’t matter to her mom that that man was Laine’s brother.

And this was the disturbing thing about life now… After SOMA incest was normative. Women serving men was natural. Sex slavery was the way. Everything about it now appalled Laine.

Was Laine the only sane person?

Eventually, still hearing her mom go on about relaxing her sphincter to allow a cock to ease into it she hung up.

Four day later Karen found herself in a basement… Unable to get out.

Her sister had lured her there with the idea that they’d have sex and now Laine had her trapped.

Laine explained to her that she was going to keep Karen there till the effects of the SOMA wore off—in about three days.

Karen begged to be let out. She wanted to be Bob’s sex-slave.

The thought of not having SOMA frightened her. She knew there were going to be consequences, but she’d been conditioned to thinking that these were dangerous.

“Can we fuck, at least,” Karen begged.

Laine almost threw up hearing her sister talk like that. She was disgusted…

She kept an eye on her sister because she knew the withdrawal would make Karen sick… and it would hurt.

Karen would feel like she was going to die. She would be frightened.

Laine knew this would be for the best.

Then, on the second day Laine had just handed her sister some plain fruits, and a bowl of nuts and legumes. (Laine knew that the authorities sometimes added SOMA into the foods and beverages too).

“Please… Let me go… My husband… I need to be with him…”

“I’m sorry, Sis,” Laine said “You’ll thank me when this is over…”

“No please… I…” Karen paused as Laine suddenly felt something in her stomach.

Laine turned and looked at Karen and then rushed upstairs to the bathroom.

This was not her house. It was abandoned. But she went to the medicine cabinet all the same and could not find what she was after.

She rushed down to her moped and flew up the road to the store.

Returning to the home she went back to the bathroom, trembling.

She peed… Onto the device.

Positive!

“Noooooo!”, she cried realising she was carrying her brother’s child.

“No…. This… I….”

Suddenly a calmness washed over her.

“I… I need SOMA…,” she said. She tried to fight this.

The embryo inside her was ‘addicted’ to the SOMA and was crying out for more.

Karen forgave her sister easily. Laine returned to her husband-brother and he forgave her too. Jay kissed Laine “We missed fucking you so much…,” she said to her sister.

Laine announced she was pregnant with her brother’s child. There were hugs of congratulations.

The unborn had brought her back into the fold…. Laine may have managed to escape the influence of SOMA but the baby inside her had not. It demanded SOMA and its needs overcame Laine. She had to have it.

There was a baby-shower… all the sisters were there. Heather gave her daughter a present of anal lube. “I hope this will help you fuck your brother…,” Heather smiled as Laine unwrapped it.

“Thanks, Mom,” Laine smiled and hugged her mom.

“Oh,” Heather gasped as she felt a cramp.

“You okay, Mom?”

“I think having this baby’s going to be a wonderful thing,” Heather smiled. She was due soon.

“You look glowing, mom…,” Laine smiled.

“I think having your brother’s baby is going to be the best for you, kiddo,” Heather smiled.

“I want to serve him so much…,” Laine agreed.

“Women need a man to serve,” Heather smiled “I’m only glad it’s with your brother…,”

“He’s the best…,” Laine admitted.

Both looked over to him as Jay sucked his cock.

“Let’s fuck, mom,” Laine urged.

“Sure honey….,”

SOMA made everything better.