Mom is HypnotizedbyTattletale©
I learned hypnosis to entertain our friends at the swinger parties my wife and I attend several times a month. I had no idea that it would eventually take me down the path to the ultimate taboo.
I was extremely popular at swinger parties after I gave my first hypnosis demonstration. Husbands asked me to use hypnosis to alter their wives' behaviors. One frustrated husband had begged his wife for years to give him some ass. I hypnotized her and convinced her that she wanted a dick up her ass more than anything in the world. A few minutes later, a dozen cheering couples gathered to watch her sodomized for the first time. The husband was so grateful that he thanked me by allowing me to have seconds. I also cured a woman of the wasteful habit of spitting out nutritious cum, and succeeded in getting several straight women to go down on their girlfriends. It's amazing what you can do with hypnosis.
I hypnotized my wife to help her kick the cigarette habit, and, without her knowledge, took advantage of the opportunity to rid her of some of her annoying personality disorders. Thanks to hypnosis, I ended up with a much better wife.
When my adorable mother learned of my "mystical powers", she asked me to hypnotize her to relieve pain in her lower back. I was able to do that and much more, but before I proceed I want to tell you a little about her. She was fifty years old at the time this happened, but she could have passed for thirty. Divorcing my father was the best thing she ever did. By the time her lawyers finished with him, half of his enormous wealth was in her bank account. Wealthy women can pamper themselves, and she did. She maintained her looks the way a first-rate mechanic maintains his cars. Her beauty was like a fine wine that only gets better with age. Her wrinkle-free face was framed by curly brown hair cut in a stylish fashion. She never went without makeup. Every morning she dutifully applied mascara, lipstick, and eye shadow to her face the way an artist applies paint to a canvas. She was frequently mistook for movie star Debbie Reynolds.
Mom proved to be an excellent subject for hypnosis. Our first three or four sessions were uneventful. I put her in a deep trance, and then suggested that when she awoke she would not feel pain in her lumbar region. It worked like a charm, but the treatment had to be repeated every week or so.
I believe it was during our fifth session that I decided to take things to the next level. I had fantasized about fucking her for as long as I could remember. Now, with so much power over her, the temptation to "experiment" was overwhelming.
I started the session with a brisk massage of her entire back. She removed her blouse to reveal her glorious tits clad in a skimpy black bra. My cock hardened as I stared at the cleavage. It looked so inviting - the perfect place to warm a cock on a cold winter day. I straddled her back as she lay face down on the bed. By the time I unhooked the bra, I had a perfect boner. I dribbled a stream of baby oil down her spine, then smoothed it out all over her perfect back. I rubbed her back for thirty minutes, and would have shot my load in my pants if I had continued for a few more. "Let's get on with it," she said. I hooked her bra and she slipped back into her blouse. The massage had put her in a very relaxed state conducive to hypnosis.
"Mom, I'm going to count backward from ten to one. With each count, you will become drowsier and more relaxed. By the time I reach the count of one, you will be in a very deep state of hypnosis."
I began counting, and Mom responded immediately. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head began to sag. She slumped back in her comfortable chair. By the time I reached the count of one, Mom was in the deepest trance yet. It was then that I began to think about conducting a few "experiments".
"Mom, when I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes, but you will remain in a deep trance."
Her eyes opened right on cue.
"Mom, everything that happens from now on is only in your imagination. You will not remember it when you wake up because it did not happen. There is a hundred-dollar bill in your panties next to your vagina. Lift your skirt, pull down your panties, and look for it."
Like a puppet on my strings, my beautiful mother did exactly as I ordered. She hoisted her skirt above her waist, slipped her panties down her thighs, and searched for the elusive currency. Her cunt was perfect, just like the rest of her. She sported a full bush, just as nature intended, with every hair contained in a perfect triangle. I had once overheard her tell a friend that when she went to her hairdresser she had both the top and bottom tended to. Now, staring at her immaculately groomed pussy, I believed it.
Mom was digging around in the folds of her pussy looking for the money. I knew that she would stay at it until I told her to stop. Her lust soon kicked in. The search ended and outright masturbation began. What a glorious sight it was! Mom sat there with her legs spread wide and shamelessly jilled her pussy as though her life depended on it. I had her right where I wanted her. Did I have the balls to take things to the next level?
"Mom, I'm going to look for the money. You can't seem to find it."
My hand shook as I reached for my mother's cunt. My fingertips explored every inch of it. After I familiarized myself with the terrain, one finger, seemingly with a mind of it's own, wriggled up into the fuck-hole. I sawed the finger in and out, marveling at the tightness. I was finger-fucking the very hole that I had emerged from some thirty years earlier! I gave her two, three, and then four fingers. Her cuntal muscles clamped down on my knuckles. The very same muscles that she had used to force my tiny body out of hers were now welcoming the invasion of my fingers!
Mom came with a whimper, nothing more. Her legs snapped together and the muscles in her thighs and belly rippled. She lubricated so copiously that my fingers slid smoothly in and out of her. Then it was over.
"Remember, this is all in your imagination," I said. My cock was so hard that I couldn't get it out through my fly and I was forced to drop my pants around my ankles. I shamelessly jacked my cock right in front of my mother! I had wanted to do it for years, and now my fantasy was a reality. Mom's cuntal juices were providing the lubricant for the hand job I was giving myself. It was over in seconds.
"Watch the tip of my cock. I want to prove my manhood to you."
If there were an Olympic event for ejaculations, that one would have won the gold medal. Ten thick spurts of sperm-laden jizz shot out onto the floor. Spunk continued to dribble out of my cock long after the spurts ended. Mom watched the spectacle through glassy eyes.
I cleaned up the mess, got Mom back into her clothes, and, with a snap of my fingers, brought her out of her trance.
"How is your back now, Mom? Any pain?"
"No, dear, I feel wonderful. I feel like I've slept for twelve hours. It's the same feeling I get after a - well, you're a grown man so I guess I can say it - after a good orgasm. Isn't that strange?"
Even though I seemed to have gotten away with my first dabbles in incest, I vowed that I would never do it again. What kind of man puts his mother in a trance and then gives her a hand job? I would surely burn in Hell if I continued down that wicked path. Those thoughts only persisted until I got horny again.
We had another session about a week later. Mom went into a deep trance within seconds. I told her that her clothes were causing her skin to itch terribly, and the only way to stop it was to take everything off. I wish I could find the words to describe her beauty. I've seen tits of every size, shape and color, but no pair ever turned me on the way hers did. I had her stretch out on the couch and told her to use one hand on her cunt and the other on her tits. I dropped my pants and we masturbated together. I waited until Mom got her gun, then I stood next to her and unloaded all over her jiggling tits. I decorated those beauties the way a baker decorates a cake. After I cleaned up the mess and brought Mom out of her trance, I vowed that I would never do anything so twisted again.
Several months passed, and I managed to stay on the straight and narrow path by privately jacking off before the hypnosis sessions. Then one day I was in Mom's bathroom jacking off in the sink when one of my demons possessed me. "You can have her," it said. "When she is under your spell you can do anything you like to her. Here is how you can do it." And then the demon told me what ruse I could use to have my way with her. Mom went into a deep trance as easily as always, then I put the demon's suggestion to work.
"Doris, (I decided it would be best not to call her Mom) when I snap my fingers you will open your eyes and you will see your boyfriend David sitting in my place." My heart raced as I snapped my fingers. Would the demon's idea work?
She smiled when she saw me. "Why, David, what are you doing here?"
It was working, but did I have the balls to take advantage of it?
"Doris, I'm horny as hell, so I decided to stop by for one of your slutty blow jobs."
I stood in front of her and dropped my pants. My hard cock sprang up like a striking cobra.
"Sure, David. You know I'm happy to blow you any time you need it. I love sucking your beautiful cock and drinking your delicious sperm."
"I'm going to go to Hell for this," I thought, as I watched Mom take my cock between her painted lips. I've had plenty of blow jobs, but I never had one as good as that one. The secret to a good blow job is a very wet mouth, and hers was. It felt like she had a mouthful of warm soup. She bobbed and twisted her head and teased me with her flirty eyes.
I came much too quickly, and it wasn't just from the feel of Mom's mouth on my cock; it was also the psychological rush of fucking my mother's mouth. A decent man would at least warn his mother before cumming in her mouth but I didn't even have the decency to do that! Mom choked as my first cum-shot hit her tonsils. She clung to me like a tick on a dog until every single sperm was in her mouth, then she pulled off and swallowed it all in one big gulp.
"Delicious as always. I'm so glad you decided to cum in my mouth instead of my face, as you usually do."
I decided that I might just as well fuck her. Time was of the essence. If I hesitated for a few more minutes, my cock and my ego would deflate and I wouldn't be able to go through with it.
"Come on, Doris, into the bedroom. I want to get my cock into you before it goes soft."
I mounted her the old-fashioned way, missionary style, and drove my cock into her warm, wet cunt. Her cuntal muscles welcomed my cock with a tight embrace. She was surprisingly tight. Each time I pulled my cock out, she clamped down on it as though trying to prevent my withdrawal. I suppose that I should have used a little finesse the first time I fucked my mother, but I was simply ramming the club into her like an uncouth brute. She didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, she thrust her hips up to meet me.
"Yes, David, that's it. Just the way I like it. You don't have to be a gentleman with a slut like me."
Except for the soft whimpers in my ear and the contractions of her pussy, I wouldn't have known she was cumming. My circumspect mother was a lady even when she was getting her gun. I slowed my thrusts as she went limp beneath me.
"I suppose you'll be wanting your reward for making me cum, won't you?"
I had no idea what she was talking about but decided to play along.
"Well, get off of me."
Mom rolled over onto her belly and lifted her ass into the air. The blood drained from my head when I realized that I was going to get to fuck my mother in the ass. But did I have the balls to do it? What kind of a pervert buggers his own mother?
My cock was so slick with her cuntal juices that it slid through her anus like a hot knife through butter. I have this notion that God made the pussy for procreation and the ass-hole for pleasure. Nothing can quite compare to the feel of tight sphincters gripping your cock. I watched in awe as Mom's ass swallowed up every centimeter of my cock. Even that wasn't enough for me and I put all of my weight on her to eke out a bit more penetration. Mom giggled and wriggled back against me to encourage me. Then I shot my load - on the very first stroke. I got the mess cleaned up and both of us back into our clothes. I snapped my fingers and Mom came out of her trance.
"How does your back feel now, Mom?"
"It feels just fine, son, and the next time you want to fuck me, skip the mumbo-jumbo and just ask me."