Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 01

Dr Morgan slips off the couch and steps quietly around to stand beside Mark. Her nipples are still hard under her blouse.

"So. What do you hear, Mark?"

"Excuse me?"

"What-do-you- hear? Your dear, sweet mother is being raped. Is she screaming? Is she crying?"

"Uh...No."

"What's she doing?"

"She's uh...moaning and gasping...and her pussy is hugging my cock like a fucking vise!"

"Precisely," she purred as she caressed his face and smiled. "Because this is what she needs. And deep down, this is what she wants. Treat her like this and she'll be happy as a lark. And I dare say, you will too."

Dr. Morgan stepped back and took in the sight of Mark's firm, strong butt cheeks clenching as he resumed slamming his cock into Jeanette. She watched the sweat begin to bead on his lower back, and savored the sound of his groin slapping against Jeanette's big ass. She moved over and caressed his shoulders, lightly dragging her nails down his back. She smirked as his head arched upward with the added thrill of her touch, then dropped her hands to his hard butt and began pushing. She couldn't help restrain a little feral growl as she drove him even harder into Jeanette, literally pushing them toward the edge.

Mark is bucking now, fucking in a frenzy, his hands clutching at his mother's ass and wrist. Jeanette starts to tremble, then buck and twist as her orgasm erupts and tears a loud wail from her throat. Three loud guttural shouts echo off the walls as ecstasy rips through her body. Mark growls in unison as he savors every sensation of his mother's sweet pussy convulsing on his cock. He gives her a few more hard, deep thrusts as they ride the wave downward.

While Jeanette is still gasping, her pulls out and, still grasping one arm, forces her to her knees in front of him. She instinctively looks upward and opens her mouth.

"Oh fuck, Mom," he grunts, as he begins to stroke his glistening cock inches from her face. She gasps in obedience, licks her lips, grabs his slick dick and helps him stroke it, looking up at him in complete submission.

"Yes son," she gasps. "Cum all over my face, baby. Give it to me!"

His knees begin to buckle as a thick rope of cream shoots from the head and splashes across her face, splattering from her eye to her chin. Several more long volleys of semen leap across her face, splattering heavily across her cheeks and into her open mouth. She instinctively sticks out her tongue welcoming the thick, slimy offering. Creamy streamers of semen span her lips, then begin to succumb to gravity and ooze down toward her chin and jawline.

"Ahhhh," she gasps, savoring the taste of her son's semen, and licks her lips, greedily. "Mmmm, Baby your cum tastes so good," she moans as she reaches down and fingers herself to another orgasm with one hand, and continues to milk his spasming cock into her mouth with the other.

Fueled by the fire of her second orgasm, Jeanette sucks her son's dick deep into her mouth, stroking and sucking with a passion she hasn't felt in years. Mark groans loudly as his beautiful mother drains him of every last drop.

Jeanette moans softly, releases her son's softening penis, looks him in the eyes at him, and slowly opens her mouth. A creamy lava flow oozes out over lips, rolls down over her chin, hangs thickly from her chin in two heavy strands, and cascades into her cleavage.

Mark could barely believe what he was seeing. "Holy shit, Mom you look like a fucking porn star!"

"Not my first facial," she chuckled as she licked her lips clean and gave his thick, softening dick a gentle squeeze.

"So Dr. Morgan was right," Mark sighed. "You're a sub."

"Yes, I am, son. A sub-slut, actually." To demonstrate the point, she wiped the rest of his cum from her chin and sucked it off her fingers. Then, still holding his gaze, she scooped the gooey wad out of her cleavage and slurped them clean again. "I've been this way all her life. I have no shame when it comes to pleasing men. "

"Wow. So here's how it's going to be," Mark declared boldly. "You dear Mother, are now my bitch. I expect to you to wake me every morning with your mouth on my cock. Understood?"

"Yes Mark."

He quickly reaches down, grabs her by the hair, and jerks her head back and growls, "You mean, 'Yes SIR', don't you bitch!" Jeanette gasps and smiles. She looks positively radiant.

"Yes, sir," she purred.

"Much better," Mark continued as he released her head. "And when I come home from school, you will be waiting for me wearing...something sexy. Maybe fishnets and heels. Something that says, 'fuck toy'. Understood, slut?"

"Yes sir." Jeanette moaned, caressing her tits.

"And, I may bring some friends over to party on the weekends, and you dear Mother, will be our horny hostess. You will be our willing slut and service every guy there. I may even tie you to the bed and let them all take turns, using your mouth and cunt. Understood, slut?"

"Uh, I don't...I mean, can't we just-"

A hard slap to the face cut her objection short. "Do you understand, mother," he growled menacingly.

Jeanette brought her hands to her shocked, reddened face and tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes sir, " she whispered. "I'll do whatever you say, son."

"Very good Mom. And when we're all through fucking your pretty face, your big soft tits, and your hot..wet...oh-so-hungry cunt..we'll give your more of what you crave. We'll plaster your ass, your tits, and your pretty face. You will be drenched in cum like the filthy whore you are. And you will love every minute of it, won't you, Mother?"

Her eyes fill with tears and she hangs her head. Her meek "Yes sir" sounds like the voice of a ten year old girl, addressing to her father. She looks over at Dr Morgan as the tears flow down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Doctor," she sniffles, as she wipes the tears away.

"Nonsense dear," came the matronly reply. "Happy to help. It's been... my pleasure," she added with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes. She stepped closer and began to stroke Jeanette's hair tenderly. "This has been nothing more than traditional smoking-cessation therapy. Well, maybe not...traditional, but effective. You were sucking on cancer sticks because of your deep-seated anxiety and frustration. We just needed to address the underlying source of anxiety. And give you something more gratifying to suck on".

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A few minutes later, as Mark escorted his quiet but happy mother toward the door, Dr. Morgan pulled him aside, gave him a hug and discretely pressed something into his hand. He looked down and saw a folded piece of paper with a silhouette of a skeleton key on the outside.

He looked quizzically at Dr Morgan. She pressed her fingers to her lips.

"You go ahead Mom," he told Jeanette. "I'll be over in a few minutes. You uh...might want to go ahead and get dressed for dinner. Put on something sexy. Maybe stockings and a garter belt. No bra or panties."

"Yes sir, " she giggled as she hustled out the front door.

"Listen, Mark. I'm proud of you. You handled that very well. I'm sure you have the situation well in hand. But.. just in case you run into any unexpected resistance from your mother, use this. It's a key."

"A key?" He unfolded the piece of paper and saw nothing but writing. "I don't get it. There's nothing here but - oh, that kind of key," he smiled as the light bulb popped on over his head.

"Yes," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her dazzling blue eyes. "Use it sparingly. Use it wisely. And above all, use it discretely. I will trust your judgment. And, I'll expect a progress report when we get together next week."

Mark smiled as he allowed his gaze to drop downward, now openly ogling Dr Morgan's deep cleavage. "Maybe you should come by in a few days for a thorough, hands-on evaluation."

"I just might do that," she chuckled, as she reached down and groped his crotch. "Now get out of here, you little pervert. Go home and fuck your mother. Doctor's orders."

"Yes ma'am!" he saluted and hurried out the door.

As he made his way across the lawns he looked up at the sky and thanked the heavens for the hypnotist next door.