Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 01

This is an extended adaptation of a mildly erotic story that was published here many years ago. It stuck in my head and grew into a triple X-rated fantasy that would be a full length feature film if produced. This is the first of several chapters.

Be warned, the subject matter involves incest, and non-consensual sex.

All the characters are of legal age, although the protagonist might be described as "barely legal".

Please post comments if you enjoy it and critiques if you don't.

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"Come in Mark, you're right on time," Dr. Morgan smiled warmly as she welcomed the tall handsome teenager into her home office. Mark Wilson and his mother Jeanette had been receiving hypnotherapy treatments from their new next-door neighbor for a few weeks now.

"Hi Dr. Morgan," Mark answered enthusiastically. She held out her hand and shook his warmly. As they shook hands, he couldn't help give Dr Morgan a looking over. She was a knockout; a buxom beauty with short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slender figure. Although she always dressed professionally, she looked incredibly attractive at the same time. "You look terrific," Mark gushed.

Since Dr. Morgan had moved in next door to the Wilsons and befriended them, a lot had happened. Mark's parents had split up and Dr. Morgan volunteered to help his mother cope with the divorce. She'd also been helping Mark with his study skills and concentration. Although he was a bright young man, he'd always been more interested in sports than scholastics. He'd been held back once. So at the age of eighteen, he was still a senior in high school.

The divorce had rocked his world and his grades got so bad he'd been in danger of getting kicked off the football team and losing his chances at a scholarship. But that was before the sessions with Dr. Morgan began. Shed gotten him back on track through hypnosis. She'd been a lifesaver.

Today she was dressed in a navy blue pinstriped skirt suit over a light blue satin blouse. She always had the top two buttons undone revealing he tops of her ample, breasts and deep cleavage. Her skirt was very tight over her slim but shapely hips and firm ass. And, as always, she wore dark stockings that showed off her well-toned legs. An ankle bracelet and black heels finished off the look. She had mastered a look that was equal parts attorney and escort.

Dr. Morgan smiled as she pretended not to notice Mark's gaze traveling from her eyes down her body.

"Thanks that's very sweet of you Mark," she said with a slight lilt in her voice. She touched his cheek lightly and noticed a slight blush. There was the faintest trace of a smirk as she turned and lead him toward the living room.

"So what's the special occasion?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he turned to follow her lead. Every time she touched him a little thrill went through his body. He dropped his voice deliberately and spoke as he followed her toward her living room, mesmerized by the motion of her tight ass in the snug skirt.

"Ahem. You um...You said you had something important you wanted to discuss with me and...Mom?"

Mark gasped as he entered the living room. He had expected to see his mother Jeanette sitting on the big black leather couch where Dr Morgan had been treating them separately. Instead, his mother was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch with her head slumped over. She appeared to be asleep, but Mark knew better.

"Is she...in a trance?"

"Of course," Dr Morgan smiled as she wheeled to greet him."As you know, I've been providing you and your mother with hypnotherapy sessions to help you both deal with the trauma of your parents' recent divorce."

"Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Today we're going to do something a little different. As you have observed, your mother Jeanette is in a trance at the moment. We usually work one-on-one. Over the past few weeks, as I've helped you deal with the loss of your father, and helped you learn to refocus on your school work and get your grades back up, I've been helping your mother stop smoking, and cope with anxiety and self-esteem issues."

Dr Morgan walked slowly back across the room toward Jeanette. The way her hips swayed in that skirt riveted Mark's attention. He'd always been an ass man and Dr Morgan's walk was for him a thing of beauty. Her ass was much smaller than his mother's, but it was round and firm.

She sat down on the couch next to Jeanette, who remained quiet and motionless. She touched the top of Jeanette's head lightly caressing her hair as a pet owner might fondle a poodle.

"Mark, the reason you're here today is... your mother is not doing as well as you are."

"But she stopped smoking, right?" Mark asked impatiently. He began fidgeting, rubbing his thighs nervously.

"Yes, she did. For now. But there's a bigger problem." Dr Morgan sighed, looking down at Jeanette for a few heartbeats, then leaned forward and put her hands together in a praying motion, pursing her lips as she fixed Mark with a serious gaze. The weight of her demeanor was enough to momentarily distract him from the fact that she was once again leading forward, exposing her cleavage. He shifted nervously in the loveseat.

"Your mother..has an unusual anxiety problem. One of the most effective ways to make smoking cessation a long term success story is to focus not just on the nicotine addiction, but on the underlying anxiety that the addiction relieves. Most people fall into addictive behaviors because they're dealing with unhealed wounds and unmet needs. We've treated the wounds of the divorce and your mother's self-esteem has been improved somewhat. You may have noticed that she's taking better care of herself, dressing more...attractively."

"Have I! I mean...yeah I... kind of noticed."

That mischievous smile played briefly across Dr Morgan's lips as Mark turned his attention back to his mother. In her youth, Jeanette Wilson had been a looker. Even at 38, she was quite attractive, although her son Mark hadn't noticed until a few weeks ago. A pretty brunette, she had the face of a fashion model, with prominent cheekbones, a broad, strong jaw, and large dark eyes. Her face was framed by a thick mane of shoulder length dark brown hair which was always styled and wavy in a manner that reminded her of Sarah Palin or Selma Hayek.

She had never been a slender woman. She had a substantial frame, standing 5' 6" with wide hips, big thighs and a full, 38C bust. Most of her appeal came from her dark Mediterranean features, broad hips and big, round firm derriere. She was a strong, healthy looking woman, the kind you felt you could grab onto and feel the fullness of her flesh in your hands.

"She's um...been dressing differently lately. Tight jeans, stretchy tops-with the top buttons unbuttoned-kind of like yours." He blushed, then went on quickly. "Some days she looks just like some of the girls at school. Although a little older, more like a college girl, I guess."

Mark shifted uncomfortably as he realized his jeans were getting tighter. Must be because of Dr Morgan leaning toward him showing off her cleavage, he thought. It couldn't be because he was talking about his mother, could it?.

"Mark, you are a very observant young man. You have an agile mind. I've noticed that during our hypnotherapy sessions. You're very astute for your age. And very handsome."

"Oh, thanks. You too. I mean, you're very attractive." Mark cleared his throat and shifted again in the loveseat looking more uncomfortable by the minute.

"So, what is it that's bothering Mom? Why are you worried about her? What...unhealed wounds does she still have? And what can I do about it? "

"All very good questions Mark," Dr Morgan replied. "But it's not your mother's unhealed wounds that concern me. That's not what threatens to send her back to smoking." Dr Morgan's voice lowers to a slightly throaty timbre. "It's her unmet needs we need to address."

Mark leaned back in the loveseat running his hands along his thighs and resettled himself in the deep leather chair. He opened his mouth but words failed.

"Instead of trying to tell you about it, or worse yet, ask your mother to talk about it with you in the room, I think this will go faster if I show you what I mean."

Dr. Morgan rose from the couch and knelt beside Jeanette. She touched her lightly on the cheek and forehead and began to whisper and murmur to her in a voice that sounded like dark velvet. Jeanette slowly raised her head and her eyes fluttered open.

As she raised her head, Mark saw that his mother was wearing a tight, stretchy low cut blouse that leaves nothing to the imagination. He could clearly make out the shape of her full round bust and his eyes widened as he registered the clear outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric. He'd never before seen her without a bra except in her bikini. As her eyes opened and made contact with his, he realized she was looking at him, but...something was missing.

There was no hint of recognition on her face as she looked across the floor at her son. She saw only a handsome young man with an athletic build and a bulge in his jeans staring at her. She purred like an awakening cat as she ran her hands up her sides and began to caress her breasts through the skin-tight fabric. She raised her head and drank in the sensations of her own hands caressing her torso, then lowered her head again, looked up at the sexy stud in the loveseat, and closed her hands around her tits provocatively, causing a jolt to run through her body. She licked her lips hungrily, imagining what might be stirring under the denim such a short distance away.

"What do you see Jeanette?" Dr Morgan asked her quietly, as she casually stroked her patient's hair.

"Mmmm, I see a good-looking young stud."

Mark gasped as much at the throaty, seductive tone in his mother's voice as at her jarring words.

"And what do you need, Jeanette? What is the hunger that drives you, the ache you feel every day?"

"Ohhhh, I need to be touched," she whined.

"Show me," Dr Morgan encouraged her. "Show the young stud. Show us what you need."

She stood and crossed to crouch next to Mark in the loveseat as Jeanette slowly rises, her lascivious gaze never leaving Mark's eyes.

Her hands returned to her breasts and she gasped as she clutched at them, and moaned as she pinched her nipples. They responded by getting bigger and harder under the tight top. She played with them for a few minutes pinching, caressing, and kneading her breasts, stoking her inner fire. Then with a louder whine of frustration, she reached down, grabbed it by the bottom, and pulled her blouse over her head, freeing her tits.

"Oh-my-God," Mark muttered as he saw his mother topless for the first time in his life. Her tits sagged just a little with the weight of her years but were full, round and succulent. His cock jerked in the confines of his jeans prompting his entranced mother to continue the erotic display.

She turned around, spread her legs slightly, and began to swivel her hips sensuously, showing off her wide, womanly hips and round, sexy ass. She peered over her shoulder seductively, placing her hands on her hips.

"Whaddaya think, stud? Do you like my ass?"

"Oh yeah," Mark sighed."I've always loved your big, sexy ass. I watch it all the time. Just... not like this." He gave up any hope of concealing the bulge in his pants as his cock struggles to full hardness.

"I can see that you do, Baby," Jeanette cooed. She caressed her cheeks and squeezed them, sighing and moaning with desire."Maybe you want to see more," she breathed. Before he could answer, she began unfastening her jeans and slowly peeled them down over her hips and ass, down her thighs and stepped out of them, leaving her clothed in nothing but a black thong.

"Holy shit Mom, you look fantastic!"

"Mom? My Mommy's not here Baby. We can have all the fun we want."

Mark shot a confused look at Dr Morgan which she rebuffed with a fingers to her lips.

Jeanette took the moment to come and stand right in front of her young voyeur and put her hands on her hips. She towered above him, brazenly showing herself to her handsome young admirer. She twirled slowly a full 360 degrees presenting her bare thighs and full round ass for his uninhibited inspection.

"I would say, 'look, but don't touch'," she teased. "But you're really cute, stud. You can touch whatever you want." To demonstrate the invitation, she began caressing her scantily clad mound. From behind, Mark could clearly make out the twin mounds of her pussy lips barely covered by the tight thong. Wisps of dark pubic hair spread out from either side. She ran her fingers along the groove of her pussy, moaning with a feline intensity.

"Go ahead, stud," she whispered, as she reached down and took his hand. "Touch me."

"Oh God, this can't be happening," Mark muttered as his mother placed his hands on her thighs. "I know it's wrong, but..." he sighed, as he surrendered to the temptation of forbidden fruit. His hands explored with a will of their own, caressing his mother's firm, smooth, thighs. He breathed harder as they traveled up the globes of her marvelous ass, the firm smooth cheeks thrilling his palms.

He leaned forward to get a closer look and squeezed her big sexy ass, driving a loud, long moan from his mother's throat. She swayed her hips slowly, and reached up to grope her tits again while her son filled his eyes and hands with her firm, fleshy ass.

"Jeanette," Dr Morgan said quietly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment."Is this what you need? Is this what's been keeping you awake at nights, making you anxious all day?"

"Oh yesss!" came the breathy response. "I get so lonely, so horny! I need a man, I need his hands on me..I need-" She rose, turned to look Mark in the eyes, then slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She slid her hands along his thighs as she leaned forward with feline grace, gliding toward his torso. She stopped inches from his face but her hands kept sliding until one had covered his crotch. She felt the large bulge jump.

"I need his cock!"

"Holy shit," moaned her tormented young son as he drew back into the loveseat, trying to resist his entranced mother's amorous pleas.

Dr. Morgan quickly knelt behind Jeanette, touched her forehead and whispered a sleep command in her ear. She settled back on her heels and her head dropped again. Mark breathed a sigh of relief and tried in vain to adjust his position to relieve the discomfort of his trapped erection.

"So, now you see what I was trying to explain," Dr Morgan said matter-of-factly. "Now you see why you're here. Your mother's nicotine addiction has been broken, but only temporarily. If we don't treat the underlying anxiety, she'll undoubtedly go back to smoking, endangering her health, possibly contracting throat or lung cancer. And I'm sure you know that her mother died of lung cancer, so the risk to Jeannette is very real, and very lethal. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess, It makes sense," Mark replied nervously.

"Good. The source of her anxiety is the failure of her marriage. Your mother has a very powerful sex drive, but due to her strict upbringing in a home run by an authoritarian father, she is, what we could call a submissive. She can't initiate sex."

Mark thought for a Moment about the limited encounters he'd had over the years with his GrandDad and remembered overhearing his parents comments' about what an asshole he was.

"Okay, so I get all that," he sighed. "But Doctor Morgan, I still don't see what that has to do with me. I'm her son, not her freakin' boyfriend!"

Dr. Morgan smiled and her pale blue eyes seemed to darken to a deeper hue.

"Since her husband-your father- left, she has no one to pursue her. Her libido is stuck and she's becoming increasingly frustrated. Deeply frustrated. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, of course I understand," Mark snorted. "Nobody understands sexual frustration more than an eighteen year-old guy. And as I said, I have noticed Mom acting strange lately. Wearing more revealing clothes, and...looking pretty hot actually."

He paused a moment to savor how gorgeous his mother looked kneeling at his feet in nothing but a black thong with her breasts on display. His dick twitched under his jeans. Dr. Morgan noticed and her grin widened almost imperceptibly.

"I just never thought of my mother as being...sexually frustrated. I never thought of her sexually at all. You know, cause she's my Mom."

"Never?"

"Well, never when I'm awake. I've...had some interesting dreams about her in the past few weeks though."

Another jump in his jeans. It was at times like this Mark hated being a teenage boy. He envied girls who could hide their arousal instead of having their raging hormones on display for the entire world. He hoped Dr. Morgan wouldn't think he was a pervert for getting a hard-on looking at his own mother.

"Being a psychiatrist, you'd understand that I guess," he added. He glanced again at his mesmerized mother and noticed how beautiful she was. In her entranced state, she was radiant. For the first time in years, he had an opportunity to look at his mother as a man looks at a woman. No stolen glances during conversation. He drank in the sight of his mother's mature beauty and saw her in a completely different light. When he found his voice again, it was a little deeper.

"Some sort of...Freudian...unconscious, obsession, I guess."

"I get your drift," the lovely therapist replied with a broad smile. She deftly moved to kneel behind the loveseat with her hand resting on Mark's shoulder. Her perfume whispered of exotic desires. Dr Morgan's lips were just inches from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. At that particular Moment, it was hard to think of her as a doctor.

"So you see Mark," she whispered. "Your mother needs you. Now more than ever. She needs a man and you're the man of the house now. She needs a firm hand, a dominant male. She needs someone to help her break free of the chains of her repressed desires before they bind her," Her voice hardened slightly. "And drag her back into addiction, back to smoking, to cancer... and death."

"But why me, I mean, why can't she find someone else, some other guy?" Mark whined. "I'm her son for Chrissake, I can't...I just can't."

Dr. Morgan squeezed his shoulders as if to encourage him.

"You're the only man in her life. The divorce has left her socially crippled. All of her friends are his friends too. She can't face them, she's been humiliated. Isolated. Yes, she could start dating again, but how long would it take to find the right man, someone who knows what she needs? She doesn't have time, she's on the verge of relapse. And, despite the progress we've made, her self-esteem is still much too low to allow her to go out and find a new lover. She's been beaten down by years of emotional abuse, first by her father, then her husband. No, I'm afraid she's in no condition to find somebody else. And I'm desperately worried that, if we don't get these unfulfilled sexual needs out of the way, all of our progress will be lost. That's why I've brought you into our session today."

"Mark I wouldn't dream of asking you to do this if I thought there was any other way. But there's only so much I can do through therapy and hypnosis. Something in her life has to change, or-"

"Or she'll start smoking again," Mark finished the thought. "Cancer and death. When you put it that way, I guess the choice is obvious. It's wrong for me to...have sex with my mother, but it would be much worse to let her die of cancer. Right?"

A smirk flickered across Dr Morgan's face. She knew the argument was more forceful when it came from within. She'd lead him toward the bridge, but Mark had already crossed it.