Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 01

"Mark, I couldn't have put it better myself. You're wise beyond your years. Now...let's give your mother what she needs."

She crossed back to where Jeanette knelt on the floor and whispered a few words in her ear. Jeanette's eyes opened slowly, as if she was only half awake. Her sleepy gaze quickly refocused on the bulge in Mark's pants.

Dr Morgan returned to Mark's shoulder as Jeanette leaned forward again, smiled seductively, and placed her hands on his knees. Once again she placed her lips right behind his ear. Her hot breath sent a shiver through body and more steel into his trapped hardon.

"I've given her a different suggestion," she whispered. "She thinks you're her husband and that you've come back to her. I've told her to welcome him back in the way he would appreciate most. I think she's already noticed that bulge in your jeans. I would think that must be getting uncomfortable by now."

The mention of his obvious lust for his mother made a surge of heat rush up Mark's neck. He blushed deeply and swallowed, transfixed as his mother slid her hands up his thighs and fixed him with a loving smile.

"Welcome home, Darling" She purred. She licked her lips sensuously and Mark's cock jumped in his pants. Dr Morgan was right, it was painfully trapped now.

Jeanette kept her gaze on her son as she reached up and slowly unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He gasped as she reached in and pulled his cock free. The sight of his rigid cock out in the open just inches from his loving mother's face seemed to freeze time. His thick, eight inch dick was as hard as it had ever been, veins bulging, the large circumcised head already purple with engorged blood & passion. Juxtaposed next to his mother's face, it looked somehow bigger and lewder than ever. It was as thrilling a sight as it was unimaginable.

"Go on Jeanette. You know what to do," Dr Morgan said with quiet encouragement. Her voice broke the spell of Mark's laser focus on his mother's face next to his cock and he glanced over to see their normally detached counselor rise slightly to peer over his shoulder . Her bust was at eye level and he would have sworn her nipples were getting hard under her satin blouse

Then his mother began lightly caressing his cock, and licking her lips. She dropped her head down and the next sensation he felt was her wet tongue tracing its way up the bottom of his shaft.

"Oh God, Mom, that feels fantastic!"

There was a brief flicker of confusion in Jeanette's eyes, but she continued dragging her tongue upward, then snaking it around the head of Mark's cock. She moaned involuntarily and gave it a few quick tugs eliciting a responsive moan from her son. The feeling of this big hard cock throbbing in her hands sent jolts of passion surging through her body. Her nipples were long and hard now, as big as fingertips, and she could feel her cream flowing below. She looked up at her lover, met his eyes and hesitated for a second before pouting her lips and pressing them against the head of his cock. He moaned something unintelligible, but didn't push forward.

Dr Morgan draped one hand around Mark's torso and bit him lightly on the neck sending a tremor through him. "Remember Mark," she breathed hotly in his ear. "She's a submissive. She needs to be taken."

As if on cue, Jeanette looked up and whispered hoarsely "Come on baby, give it to me. I know you wanna fuck my mouth!"

Mark moaned as his mother's lewd words melted the last of his reserve and his hips thrust upward. There was a moment's resistance from her lips, then he felt the glorious warm wetness envelop his cock as she yielded and his hard cock surged deep into her mouth. Passion shot through him like a lightning bolt as his mother sucked greedily, moaning around his shaft.

He reached down, grabbed two handfuls of her long thick hair and held her head still while he withdrew his now glistening cock, shoved it back in, and began to fuck her mouth passionately.

In response, Jeanette took both hands from his shaft removing any last impediment to letting him ram his cock deep into her mouth. She reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands and moaned loudly.

Dr Morgan's breath came more heavily as she drank in the lascivious scene in front of her. "Ahhh, See what I mean? She wants you desperately. So much need, so much unfulfilled desire. Here, why don't we get these silly jeans out of the way."

She reached down and began pushing his jeans down toward his knees. Jeanette helped and in seconds, the two women had stripped them down to his ankles. He kicked them all the way off, stepped out of them and stood up. He was now half naked with his mother on her knees in front of him. She opened her mouth wide and trapped his dick again. Her hands groped his bare ass as she tried to pull him all the way in.

"Oh FUCK!" Mark grunted as his dick hit the back of her throat. She gagged and he pulled out a little to let her catch her breath, then shoved it in again and began wantonly fucking her hungry mouth. "Oh fuck Mom! Suck my cock, you greedy slut!"

Jeanette slithered her tongue out of her mouth and snaked it down toward his balls. She gripped his ass tighter, clawing him slightly and Mark took the hint pulling out of her mouth to let her gasp for air. He looked down as his cock slid from her sucking lips and grinned lewdly as a huge string of drool dropped like a heavy rope from his mother's lips and landed in her cleavage.

"My God, she's such a fucking whore," He hissed as he rubbed his wet cock across her lips, smearing her face with pre-cum and saliva.

"Yessss that's it baby." Dr Morgan gasped. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. "Try not to think of her as your mother. Think of her as a bitch in heat who wants nothing more than to be fed your hard cock morning, noon and night. She needs it as much as she needs food and water. But the poor thing can't bring herself to ask for it".

"Oh fuck, this can't be for real," Mark huffed as his Mom began caressing his balls. She was giving him the best blow-job of his young life, outdoing any of the girls he'd dated in high school. He threw his head back and moaned loudly.

"I...I can't believe it. My own mother's sucking my cock like a crack whore!"

"That's a very appropriate analogy, young man," Dr. Morgan purred in his ear. "She is an addict. And we can't break her deadly addiction to cigarettes without recognizing her addiction to submissive sex."

Mark had to chuckle. "You mean, my Mom is addicted to dick"

"This is no laughing matter, young man!" Dr Morgan chided. The cold steel in her voice sent a chill through him. "Treat her like a crack whore, like a needy bitch, and she'll live. Treat her like a lady, like your respectable suburban soccer Mom, and she'll probably die a horrible death. Do you want that on your conscience?"

"No ma'am, I don't," Mark replied with a hint of sarcasm. A dark smile twisted Mark's lips as he slapped his cock across Jeanette's face. She gasped and instinctively tried to capture it in her mouth again, painting with lust. "Here it is, bitch," he snarled as he shoved it back in her mouth and began pumping it in and out. Watching his mother's cheeks hollow in and out as sucked greedily on his invading rod was pure, absolute bliss.

"Yes, that's it Mark. Now you're giving her what she needs. But you can't stop with her mouth. You've got to put that big hard cock where it will do your mom the most good. I'm going to bring her out of her trance. She won't continue to respond like this, not right away. But I want you to...well, I want you to have your way with her. Treat her like you do your little cheerleader girlfriend."

Mark looks instantly puzzled and concerned. "My...how do you know about-"

"Dear boy," Dr Morgan cooed as she finished putting Jeanette back into a deep trance, stepped closer and caressed his face. "Do you think I don't know you as well as I know your mother. Neither of you have any secrets from me. I know your dreams, your fears, your habits...your deepest, darkest desires." She reached down and squeezed his rod firmly as she brought her face within inches of his.

"I know all about you. I even know how many times you've jerked off thinking about my tits."

He gasped and blushed feeling completely naked, helpless.

"I know how you fucked poor Karen in her own backyard while her parents were in the house playing Bridge. She didn't want you to, she was afraid you'd get caught. But you pushed her down, covered her mouth, and fucked her anyway...took her like a bitch in heat right there under the moonlight."

She gave his throbbing cock a long squeeze, bringing a large drop of pre-cum to the head and swirled it around. Mark gasped at her touch and the naked emotion of what used to be a private memory.

"So I know you can do this. I know you will do this. Not only for your mother's sake...but because you want to. You just need someone to give you permission."

"So that's exactly what I'm doing young man," she whispered seductively as she spun slowly around to stand behind him once again. She resumed stroking his steel hard cock as she lulled him into a shallow trance and spoke straight into his subconscious.

"I am going to give you permission. And I am going to give you power. When you open your eyes, you will have the biggest hardest erection you've ever had and you will want one thing and one thing only. You will want to fuck your mother's face and pussy. I now give you permission to do so. I give you permission to take that bitch and fuck her mouth, her tits, her cunt. Treat her like your pathetic little girlfriend. Do you understand, Mark?"

"YES!" He was breathing faster now, his chest rising visibly, his cock twitching in her loose grip. She licked her lips and stroked it a little faster.

"I give you permission to fuck your mother whenever and wherever you please. You will not listen to her if she complains. But she won't complain because deep inside she wants it too. And I give you power. When you are fucking your mother's face, her big, soft tits, and her hot,wet pussy...even if you fuck her ass...you will not cum, until you are ready. You will have the power to drive your dick into her as much as you want, as long as you want until you are completely satisfied. Only when you have gotten all the pleasure you want...from this bitch who needs to be sexually humiliated...only then will your balls release their load, and you will experience the ecstasy of climax. Do you understand, Mark?"

"Yes." He was nearly panting now as his passion rose from the deepest part of his soul.

"Good." Dr Morgan continued to tease his rock hard cock, sliding her hands up and down the veiny shaft, fingers encircling the firm head. She paused to savor the moment. She could feel its heat in her palm and for just a moment, wished she could mount him herself. Her wetness had seeped out beyond her thong and began to trickle down her thigh.

"Very good Mark. What have I given you?"

"You have given me permission. And power. I have permission to fuck my mother, to give her what she needs, but can't ask for. I have the power to fuck her as long as I want to before I cum."

"Very good Mark," she purred, tugging lightly on his cock. "Now, when I count to one, you will awaken and you will see your mother, kneeling on the floor in front of you and you will have the biggest hardest erection of your life and...you ..will...use it on her In her. You will take her."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." She stroked him faster making him breathe raggedly as he rose toward full consciousness.

"Six..five...four...You will not listen to her objections...Three..You will overpower her if she resists."

She quickly and silently stepped over to Jeanette and touched her forehead, bringing her out of her trance.

"Two...You will take this bitch, you will break this bitch, right here, right now! ONE!"

Mark's eyes snap open, and a lewd smile twists his lips as he slowly steps toward his kneeling mother, lead by his throbbing cock, bouncing side to side with each step. Jeanette's eyes focus on the incredible sight as if she's never seen an erect penis before. It fills her vision and she begins to blanch and stammer as it bobs to within inches of her face.

Mark reaches down and grabs her wrists jerking her to her feet like a doll, crushes her to him and kisses her violently. Jeanette's cries of shock and protest are muffled by her son's lips mashed against hers.

She pushes away and gasps "Mark, Stop! Baby, what are you doing?"

In seconds he grabs her thick hair and pulls her head back, exposing her neck. His lips find her neck and bite her soft warm flesh. His breath in her ear is a flame of passion that begins to melt her will.

As she continues to struggle in his arms, Mark breathes in her ear

"It's all right Mom, I know what you need now. I know what you want, you filthy slut. And I'm going to give it to you."

He hooks his hands over shoulders and pulls her downward, then shoves her to her knees in front of him. Before she knows what's happening, his hands are in her hair and his cock is sliding across her lips, threatening to invade her mouth like a burrowing beast.

This time, she is wide awake and instinctively resists. She turns her head and tries to protest with her hands. "Mark, don't! What are you DOING?"

"What am I doing," he growls. He grabs her hair and pulls her face closer to his groin. "What the fuck have YOU been doing all afternoon, you greedy bitch? Huh? Who's lipstick is this on my cock, Mother?"

Jeanette stares at it, as if seeing it anew. Her lips move, forming words, but no sounds emerges.

"I couldn't...that's not...I would NEVER-" Her eyes widen as she turns to see Dr. Morgan standing aside and smiling smugly at her, arms crossed like a prison guard on sentry duty. A chill floods over her as tears well up in her eyes.

"No. ..No I couldn't. Dr. Morgan, you wouldn't-" She looks up at her son desperately, searching in vain for some trace of her little boy in the face of the young man towering over her. "Mark, please. Don't do this. It...it's not right, son."

"Sorry Mom. Doctor's orders," comes the smug reply as he grabs her long, thick dark hair and shoves his cock back into her mouth. Her protests are muffled by his thick shaft driving past her lips, over her tongue and lodging against the back of her throat. She struggles to breathe as he settles into a rhythm, fucking her mouth with authority.

She tries to push him away and he grabs her wrists firmly. Finally, with a look of desperation, she bites down on his cock just a little.

"Hey, now, young lady!" comes the stern rebuke as he instinctively withdraws his most precious member. "What did I tell you about biting?"

"I'm sorry son, but you've got to-"

Mark's right hand whistles into motion and slaps her hard across the face, sending her screaming and sprawling to the floor.

Before she can recover her senses, he's on her and grabs her hair again pulling her head upward, dragging her to her knees. He kneels behind her, reaches around to grab her breasts, and squeezes hard. She winces and pleads with him again, quietly now.

"Oh, Mark, please! Honey, I'm begging you.."

He growls into her neck, reaches down between her legs and gropes her mound. Jeanette's thighs part instinctively, giving more room to her son's roughly probing fingers. She gasps, then throws her head back against his chest and moans. The last of her resistance melts away as his fingers slide into the slick heat of her swollen labia. He bites her neck and gropes her tits as his hungry fingers burrow into her unguarded pussy, jabbing into his mother's most private self. After a few minutes destroying her will to resist, he pulls his wet fingers out and smears them across her lips.

"Smell that Mom? Taste it? That's your hungry cunt begging me to fuck it."

"But, you can't. You're my-"

Before she could utter another word, he had spun her around roughly facing him. Then another thunderclap as he slaps her other cheek hard, sending her screaming to the floor in a heap. He is on her in an instant. Her arms register pain as he grabs her wrists and twists them behind her back. The next thing she knows, the couch is hurtling toward her face as he shoves her forward and bends her over. His hand on the back of her head buries her face in the leather, blanking out sound and light. A sense of dread surges through her, followed by...excitement. She feels her juices flowing from her aching pussy as he kicks her knees apart. Time stands still and her nerves tingle with anticipation, all her attention focused on her vulnerable and drooling pussy, waiting for the inevitable invasion of her son's cock.

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Mark glances over at Dr Morgan. She stands breathing heavily, caressing her big, firm tits through her silk blouse. Mark smiles as she nods at him. He mouths the words, "I have permission. I have the power".

Dr. Morgan nods and again, smiles and whispers, "Yes. Now use it. Use her."

Another moment passes before Jeanette moans loudly as she feels her son's thick, rock-hard cock easily spreading her outer labia and burrowing deep into her hot pussy, stretching and filling her love hungry hole.

Mark buries his dick in his mother's hot pussy and feels the ecstasy wash over him like a drug. He leans forward, finds a handful of hair and pulls, dragging Jeanette's head upward and back towards him. He pulls his cock all the way out and slams it in again, driving another long, loud moan from Jeanette's throat.

"Ohhhhh, my God Mark! So big, so fucking gooooood," she cries out as her free hand clutches at the couch.

"That's right Bitch! That's who I am from now on. Your lord and master. And as your Lord, I'm giving you just what you need."

Dr. Morgan chuckles quietly unzips her skirt, steps out of it and walks over to the end table. She reaches into the drawer, retrieves a long black object, and climbs onto the couch, perching herself with legs spread wide right above Jeanette.

Mark's eyes grow wide at the spectacle of his cool collected therapist her toned legs spread apart, baring her luscious pussy. A light neatly trimmed tuft of blond hair rests above a tight glistening pussy. She meets his gaze, smiles, and then places a long, black dildo at the entrance.

"Oh fuck" Mark exclaims as he watches her shove it slowly, steadily into her tight box.

"Yes, please do," Dr. Morgan whispers hoarsely. "Get busy and FUCK that bitch!"

"Yes ma'am!" Mark calls out as he slams his cock back into Jeanette's helpless pussy. She groans loudly, giving herself up to the onslaught of her son's cock ravaging her hungry pussy. They settle into a steady hard rhythm, banging and grunting, moaning and gasping, cursing and fucking.

Dr Morgan keeps pace with the black dildo fucking herself in rhythm with Mark's thrust. She's the first to climax as she start convulsing and grunting, bucking her hips off the couch and nearly hitting Jeanette in the face as she slams the fake cock into her spasming, tunnel.

As she lets out a long deep sigh and settles back onto the couch, she slowly pulls the long, glistening black dildo from her labia, then wipes it across Jeanette's face, smearing her nectar across her submissive patient's lips and face.

Mark responds by slamming his mother's ass faster, harder, spearing her pussy like a jack hammer. He feels it before he hears it. Her tightening womb, squeezing his invading cock, her breath quickening. He feels a surge of pride as he knows he's about to make his desperately horny mother come.

He takes a deep breath, pulls it all the ways out and begins to pound her in slow hard thrusts. Each produces a moan or gasp from his helpless mother. She grips the couch tightly but says nothing else.