The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The Unknown Object

Chapter V

Tim’s eyes gaped and his mouth went dry.

Mom stood at the corner of the bed. She was wearing a pink sheer chemise, beneath which he could see her bare breasts, and what looked to be a pair of red lace underwear. She had put on the slightest bit of blush, and some lip gloss.

He had always known, on an intellectual level, that his mom was beautiful. That she kept in shape, that she took pride in maintaining what she called ‘a runner’s physique.’

What he hadn’t known, hadn’t realized until now was that his mom was sexy.

Tim couldn’t stop ogling. He’d never seen a woman’s bare breasts in person before, and Mom’s were…magnificent. Tim had no idea about cup sizes, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold one of her breasts properly with just one hand. Though they had some slight sag, they looked surprisingly firm (Tim had always thought that was Mom’s sports bras doing, but he had to concede he’d been wrong). The chemise was so sheer he could clearly see everything—her areolae and her nipples, which Tim was startled to realize were straining against the chemise, standing up firm and stiff.

Mom’s stomach was toned and sculpted, the result of regular workouts, but she was still curvaceous—no amount of work would get rid of her generous hips. Her legs were firm and toned, her ankles small and cute, her toes manicured.

I’m actually going to do this. I’m going to go through with it.

Tim was cognizant of the fact that nothing he’d done had seemed…real…up until this point.

But seeing his mom…dressed like that…waiting for him.

This was real.

His reverie was broken by his mom, smiling at him the way she always did, and saying, “Well, shall we get started?”

Tim didn’t say anything, just nodded.

Mom looked at him thoughtfully, one hand brushing away a stray strand of brown hair on her face.

“Well, since this is our first time doing this…while you were showering, I was thinking, and maybe today, we should start by focusing on foreplay…”


Tim nodded again.

“I’m sure you know what foreplay means—kissing, touching, removing clothing….”


Mom moved towards him and touched him on the arm reassuringly. “Yes, dear?”

“W-what about…” he gulped.

“It’s okay, dear, don’t be nervous. What about what?”

Tim wheezed it out before he regretted it. “W-what about…penetration?”

“Is that something you’d like to do today?” she asked, as though she were asking him if he wanted a steak for dinner.

“…y-yes, I do.”

“Alright,” Mom said, her face brightening. “Today we’ll do foreplay and penetration. Now, sit here,” she said, pointing to the bed, “and I’ll sit next to you and we’ll get started.”

Tim sat down at the foot of the bed.

Suddenly, Mom’s phone sounded. Tim was so startled he almost fell off the bed.

Mom picked up the phone and read the message. “It’s just your dad, asking if we want anything from Louisiana.” She smiled as she read the message, as if she were doing anything other than getting ready to have sex with her own son.

“Do you want anything, Tim?” she said as she texted back.

“N-not particularly…”

“Okay, I’ll let him know we can’t think of anything. And I’ll turn this off so we can avoid further interruptions. Though I’ll have to check it again around five—I told your sister to text me as soon as Samantha’s mom picks her up.” She finished sending a message and powered off the phone, putting it on the nightstand.

“Now, let’s get started, shall we?” she said, approaching the bed.

Mom sat next to him, looking directly into his eyes.

“No need to be nervous. We’re just learning, all right?” Mom said.

Tim nodded.

“All right. So…let’s start with kissing.”

* * *

Tim was in heaven.

His mom had started by slowly tilting her head towards him, until he could feel her breath on his cheeks. She then kissed his lower lip gently, almost sucking on it, before placing her lips on top of his.

Tim breathed through his nose, closed his eyes.

His first kiss.

Gently, tentatively, he took one of the hands that had been lying limply on his lap and placed it around Mom’s waist. He could feel her warmth through the flimsy chemise, and he gently rubbed it.

In response, Mom opened her mouth, using her tongue to pry Tim’s open as well.

Tim shuddered as he realized what she was trying to do.

Mom slipped her tongue inside his mouth, gently using it to rub his.

At first, not sure what to do, his tongue lay motionless.

Eventually, though, he began moving it, entwining it with hers.

This was the most sensual feeling he’d ever had in his life.

His penis had never been harder. He could feel his boxers straining at the seams, as though the buttons were about to burst and free his turgid member from its prison.

He breathed through his nose as he and his mother kissed, pecked, exchanged saliva, their tongues becoming ever more intertwined.

The sloppy, wet sounds of their kissing seemed to reverberate throughout the bedroom. Tim could feel his mother’s face becoming hotter, her breathing becoming more labored.

Minutes passed. Tim’s hands became more confident, and moved towards his mom’s back, as he tenderly embraced her, brought her closer to him.

Never breaking the kiss, she moved towards him. As she did so, he could feel his penis press against her stomach.

Mom broke the kiss, looking down at his boxers.

“Okay, that’s-that’s good,” she said, taking a breath. Her face was red—in fact, her entire body seemed to be blushing. “We can work more on your kissing technique later, but maybe we should move on to something else for now.”

She looked at his boxers again, as though thinking things through.

She gave a slight nod, as though having made up her mind about something, and pulled herself up, standing in front of Tim.

She moved her hands down to the bottom of the chemise and pulled up, taking it off.

The chemise floated to the floor, and Tim’s eyes followed it, before moving back up.

Mom’s breasts were now level with Tim’s face.

The breasts that had been hidden by the silky material were now in full view, just a few inches from him.

“Women’s nipples are erogenous zones. You probably know this from…uhm…magazines and videos,” Mom said, looking away. It was almost funny, but it made sense to Tim. He had altered her consciousness, but not her personality, so of course she’d find it awkward to talk to Tim about porn—even though what they were doing was so far beyond that.

“C-can I…touch them?”

“Of course,” Mom nodded. “It’s important that you learn well—this is an important lesson. Just…be gentle.”

Tim reached for her breasts, gently weighing them in the palm of his hands. They were surprisingly heavy, but soft and pliable. He kneaded them, using the tips of his fingers to rub the areolae, then tweaking the nipples.

Perhaps uncomfortable in her current position, Mom moved towards him and sat on his lap. Now, he had unfettered access to her breasts.

Tim unconsciously licked his lips and, using one hand to raise Mom’s left breast towards his mouth, began gently sucking on the nipple.

“Ah!” Mom cried out, startled, as he gently tickled her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Tim’s other hand went to his Mom’s right breast and gently tweaked and squeezed her right nipple.

She seemed to like it, as her nipples stood up firm and stiff.

He sat there, his mother’s nipple in his mouth for what seemed like the longest time.

When he glanced up, she was looking down at him with a warm smile on her face.

“This reminds me of when you were a baby,” Mom said softly. “I remember having you at my breast, drinking milk. You were so adorable. You’ve grown up so fast. My baby boy.”

Tim let go of her breast, startled. The guilty feelings that he’d been able to subsume began to rear their heads again.

He was about to tell his mom that he’d had enough, that he’d changed his mind, when she suddenly stood up.

“Well, I think it’s time for the next step.”

“…the next step?”

“Of course. You said you wanted to try foreplay and penetration today, right? I think I’m wet enough to start. And you’ve been ready for a while now, I think.”

Tim glanced down at the tent in his pants, and then at his Mom’s panties. He could see the moisture gathering at the panties’ gusset.

He knew what that meant.

“Stand up.”

Tim stood up, unthinkingly.

His mother promptly kneeled down in front of him, pulling his boxers down. She had him raise one leg, and then another.

Tim stood in front of his mother, fully nude.

“Yes, I think you’re very ready,” Mom said.

Mom grabbed her panties by the waistband, and gingerly pulled them off, one leg at a time.

Mom stood in front of her soon, and Tim couldn’t help but look down. His mother had a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair, a shade darker than the hair on her head, that seemed to cover her crotch. He couldn’t really see her clitoris or outer lips from the vantage point he had, but…

Mom moved next to him and sat back down on the bed. She rearranged the pillows so that they supported her waist, buttocks, and her head. As she did so, Tim couldn’t help but note his mother’s perfectly shaped ass. He wanted to touch it, knead it as he had her breasts, but before he could do so, his mother lay down on the cushions she had so fastidiously arranged. Her breasts rolled enticingly, showing little to no sag.

She sat back on the bed she shared with her husband, Tim’s dad.

And spread her legs for him.

* * *

Mom’s pose was like a spread from a hardcore porn mag. He could see every single part of her. She used her fingers to spread her pussy open for him, which had the delightful effect of squeezing her tits together. Part of him just wanted to take a photo of this, capture the moment. He thought of getting his mom to pose for pictures later as fap material.

Tim knelt in front of his mom’s pussy. She had asked him to study it in detail, pointed out the labia majora, the labia minora, the clitoral hood. As she’d done so, she’d rubbed her clitoris, stimulating herself, making herself ready for him.

Tim hadn’t been able to catch half of what she’d said. He’d been too busy smelling the erotic, somehow musky scent of his mother’s love juice, which he could see moistening her inner and outer lips.

He’d been born from here, Tim realized.

This is where I came out of, he thought.

His mother’s pussy was beautiful. Thick outer lips, scalloped, dark pink inner lips that were very wet, very ready for him. Her mother’s pussy was trimmed, but not shaved like the ones he’d seen in porn videos. She had a dark brown bush of prickly pubic hairs, and stray hairs along some of the outer lips.

He touched the outer lips, moistening his fingers by sticking them in his mouth, then put one, two fingers into his mother’s vaginal opening. The tightness and wetness were incredible, as though she were sucking his fingers through her pussy.

“…Do you understand how it all works?” his mother said.

Tim’s trance was broken by his mother’s question. It seemed she had been explaining how penetration worked, on a mechanical level.

Not that Tim needed to know. He’d watched enough PornHub to know what to do.

“Yes, I understand.”

He stood up and then sat down on the bed, kneeling in front of her.

He began touching her pussy, spreading her lips to accommodate him, when he heard his mother say softly, “…Are you sure you want to do this?”

His stomach dropped.

Were the suggestions wearing off? Was she beginning to hesitate, to…?

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not sure,” Mom said. “I know that I was the one to suggest it, so…”


“No, Mom. I want to do this.”

“If you’re sure,” Mom said. She gave him a wide smile. “Remember, the most important part of this is just to enjoy yourself. Pleasure is what sex is all about.”

Tim smiled at his mother. A genuine, heartfelt smile. This was who his mother was. Someone who wanted him to be happy. The suggestions he’d made had warped her common sense, but not her personality, not her love for her son.

And if he was going to lose his virginity to someone, shouldn’t it be to someone who wholeheartedly, genuinely loved him?

Tim put his rock-hard cock in position at his mother’s entrance.

Thoughts flashed through his mind—birthday parties, his mother carrying him home from kindergarten after he’d gotten into a fight on the first day, his mom and dad cheering him on when he won that junior high debate tournament…

All those memories. And now this.

No hesitating anymore. This is the choice I’ve made.

With one thrust, Tim buried his dick up to the hilt into his mother’s waiting pussy.

* * *

The sex was so frenzied, it couldn’t last long.

“Oh God…it feels so good, Mom,” Tim said, his buttocks pistoning in and out as he thrust in and out of his mother’s pussy. “Sex…sex feels so good!”

He could feel his balls slapping against his mother’s ass whenever he thrust into her.

His mother’s pussy was so tight…he could feel its walls contract around his dick, pulsing, squeezing it.

The womb he’d come from. The womb he was now returning to.

“Hahhh…hahhhh…” He breathed loudly. This was amazing. The best feeling.

Beneath him, his mother moved her hips back and forth, creating an amazing sensation. It was as though his cock were being milked by his mother’s quim.

“Ungh…so good…Mom…this is so good…”

He embraced his mother as he pumped in and out of her, feeling her breasts jiggling against his chest. He could hear the wet sounds of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Keep going…Tim…keep going…” his mother said, encouraging him, occasionally letting out an involuntary moan.

“M-mom…I think I’m gonna cum…” he grunted.

“That’s all right, dear…go ahead…ahhh…go ahead and cum…”

One, two, three, four thrusts more…and Tim exploded inside his mother, his seed ejaculating into her waiting hole with a speed and fury he’d never felt before.

It just kept coming, gushes and gushes of it. As though it would never run out.

“So good, Mom…sex is so good…,” Tim said, collapsing on top of her.

“That’s good, Tim. You did very well,” Mom said, embracing him, stroking the back of his head.

They lay there for what seemed like hours, mother and son, embracing each other, cuddling together, as Tim absorbed the significance of it all.

He wasn’t a virgin anymore. Him, the guy who’d never been able to manage to get a date his entire life.

He’d had sex, with someone who loved him, and it had been the most incredible feeling of his entire life.

After a little while he opened his eyes to see his mother lying next to him, one hand holding up her head, as she looked at him affectionately.

“I’m so happy I was able to do this for you, Tim,” she said.

“Mom…,” Tim said, his hand on her naked hip, gently fondling her warm, smooth skin.

“Now, should we—“ Tim interrupted whatever she was about to say with a kiss. She kissed him back, gently stroking his hair.

“What time is it?” she asked. “Ah, I should turn the phone back on, your sister should be sending me a message, and we need to get dressed and get some dinner…”

Tim put his hand on top of hers as she reached for the cell phone.

“Mom…” he said, no trembling or doubt in his voice anymore. “Let’s do it again.”

He moved her hand to his stiffening penis.

“Again? But don’t you think we should…” she looked into his eyes and shrugged, resignedly. “All right, I can see you’re taking to it like a fish to water. So, would you like to try another position now?”

* * *

The rest of the evening passed by in a blur. Tim took his mother in every position he could think of.

He had her ride on top of him, and enjoyed watching her breasts jiggling and bouncing as she grinded onto him. He could see droplets of sweat flying off her breasts in the evening light. She grunted and moaned, and she orgasmed for the first time then. Tim shot his seed into her like a shotgun, and when she climbed off of him, he could see his cum dribbling out of her pussy.

Then, he had her get on all fours and he took her from behind, which gave him the first close look at her puckered, brown anus (he tried to put his finger in there, but his mother put a quick stop to that, and Tim made a mental note to make a further alteration with his ray gun in the future). He noted how it tensed up each time he thrust into her. He came inside her again, and he imagined how her insides must be overflowing with his seed.

She insisted on stopping at that point to turn on her phone and check for Heather’s messages, and replied to them while Tim gently nibbled on her earlobe.

After that, he had her give him his first blowjob. She had hesitated at that, telling him it was something she did only very rarely, but that since this was his first time, she would indulge him (he made a note to alter that with his ray gun as well). As he looked down at his mother swallowing his shaft and rolling her tongue around the head of his penis, Tim felt an indescribable sense of conquest. When he came, she pulled her head back and his cum landed all over her upper chest and breasts, as though marking her as his property.

The two lay next to each other on the bed, exhausted after hours of lovemaking.

“You know,” Mom said, as she looked at the ceiling, wiping her sweat from her brow, her breasts heaving. “I really should make dinner.”

“I’m…I’m not really hungry,” Tim said.

“But still…we’ve had quite a workout. We should at least replenish our fluids,” Mom said, as she grunted and stood up.

Tim looked at her gently rolling buttocks as she grabbed one of her jogging towels and wiped herself down.

“It’s strange,” Mom mused. “If you’d asked me a week ago how I’d be spending my Saturday…I think this would have been the farthest option from my mind.”

Tim looked at her, admiring her physique. Everything about her was perfect, in his mind. The curve of her back, the firm, but generous buttocks.

“Your body’s so awesome, Mom…” Tim said.

“Why, thank you, dear. Your old mother does what she can to keep fit,” she said with a wink.

She put on her bathrobe, then knelt and grabbed his boxers and tossed them to him.

“Let’s go downstairs. I’ll make us something to eat.”

Mom put on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and Tim put on a fresh pair of boxers. The two of them had some sandwiches and iced tea for dinner—Mom was too tired to make anything else, and Tim couldn’t blame her.

“Well,” Mom said, “I’m headed back up to bed. I’m too tired to even take a shower…I’ll do that tomorrow…and wash the sheets while I’m at it. Are you planning on staying up?”

“Huh?” Tim said. “No, I’ll head up too.”

As they both went upstairs, they headed to Mom’s room. As she opened the door, she looked back at him, puzzled.

“Do you need anything else? You can’t possibly be wanting to practice again, after all we did today.”

“No,” Tim replied, confusedly. “But weren’t we going to bed?”

“Well, I’m going to my bed, and you’re going to yours,” Mom stated firmly. “There’s no reason for you to sleep over here—I just paid the repairman two-hundred dollars to fix your air conditioner. You might as well use it.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek and closed the door.

It only took Tim a second to realize what had happened. The commands he had given her were extremely limited. She was giving him lessons on sex…if they were having sex, it made sense for him to be in her room, but if not, this was her bedroom, which she shared with Dad. Why would she have her teenage son sleeping in the same bed as hers, when he had a perfectly good bedroom of his own?

Tim couldn’t help but laugh. After the events of the day, it just seemed so absurd.

Shaking his head, he returned to his own room, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.