Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 02

Mark's head was still spinning as his mother Jeanette quietly served dinner for the two of them. What had happened earlier this afternoon at Dr Morgan's house next door was surreal. She'd called him over to join her for one of her smoking cessation hypno-therapy sessions with his mother and the next thing he knew his Mom was standing naked in front of him acting like a stripper. By the time the session was over, Dr. Morgan had hypnotized both of them and he'd ended up taking his mother on Dr. Morgan's couch. She resisted at first, but eventually gave in to her pent-up lust. She came repeatedly, loving every hard thrust of his cock into her hungry pussy.

Dr. Morgan told Mark that his mother's smoking cessation therapy was failing because her underlying anxiety was caused by intense sexual frustration in the wake of her recent divorce. In his father's absence, he would have to be the man of the house and give his horny, but submissive mother what she needed. Otherwise she'd never get off of cigarettes. Incest or cancer. That had been the choice.

He walked into the kitchen and found her busily finishing preparation for dinner. She stopped and stood over the stove, stirring a pot. From the tune she was humming, you'd never know things had been so dire when the day began. She seemed happier than he'd seen her since before the divorce. He stood in the doorway admiring her figure from behind. She was still dressed in the skin-tight jeans that showed off her spectacular ass and that tight, stretchy blouse that made it perfectly obvious that her full bosom was unencumbered by a bra. His dick started to harden at the sight.

As he drank in the sight of her broad hips and big sexy ass, images from that morning flashed in his mind. His mother stripping in front of him, peeling those jeans off and showing him sexy ass, barely covered in a thong..then kneeling between his knees and sucking his cock in a hypnotic trance... forcing her over the couch and driving his cock into her dripping pussy and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His cock throbbed in his jeans now, fully erect at the memory of taking his mother with minimal resistance. That memory made his heart race and his dick stir. As unreal as it seemed, it had happened. And he wanted it to happen again. What was it Dr. Morgan had told him while he was raping his mother?

"I have permission," he said quietly, giving away his presence.

"Oh hi Mark," she said with a lilt in her voice. "I didn't hear you come in. Say, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"'Happy' is not the word," Mark replied as he walked over and began to massage her shoulders. She moaned in appreciation at his touch. "I was just thinking about this morning's...session with Dr. Morgan. I can hardly believe it really happened. I think part of me still doesn't believe it."

"Yes, I know what you mean," she sighed. "I can't believe it either. But I like it.

"Yeah, I kind of noticed," he chuckled as he leaned closer to nibble her ear. "You sound happy as a lark. I am too, don't get me wrong. But I guess, I expected you to be mad or something?"

"Why should I be mad, Mark?" she laughed. "You and Dr. Morgan changed my life. Set me free! I feel like a new woman."

"Well, 'new' is a good word," he said, kissing her shoulders. "All of this is new."

She stopped stirring the pot and bowed her head and sighed. "Yeah. I've been trying not to think about that part of it, but you're right. We've crossed a big red line, broken an ancient taboo. Incest. I know I should feel horribly ashamed, but...I don't. Okay, maybe a little. Maybe more than a little. But I'm also relieved. I'm happy, I'm scared, I'm excited...especially since I can feel your hard-on pressing into my ass," she moaned.

His deep, sexy masculine laugh right into her neck sent a thrill through her. She gasped as his strong arms encircled her bust and her pulled her back into his chest. He breathed deeply inhaling the aroma of her hair as he filled his hands with her big soft tits and felt the contrast as her nipples stiffened.

They moaned in harmony as he felt her up and ground his hard-on into her ass. "You're gonna make me burn the stew," she protested weakly.

"Fuck the stew," he whispered in her ear. "Incest. I like the sound of that, Mom. Maybe we could do get a deal for a reality TV show. 'Real Life Motherfuckers."

Jeanette gasped, spun around and pushed him away. "Mark Thaddeus Wilson, stop talking like that! We'll do no such thing!" Her face was a fusion of shock and anger. "This is a secret, a TERRIBLE secret! We have to keep this to ourselves!"

"Un-huh," he said smugly as he crossed his arms. "I thought you weren't ashamed. 'I feel relieved, I feel happy'. Now it's a terrible secret and we have to keep it to ourselves. No, I'm thinking, reality TV, the talk show circuit, maybe a movie deal."

"Shut UP, you know we can't do that!"

"Why not, Mom? I wanna show you off. I want every other teenage guy in America to be jealous of me and my hot Mom."

"Mark, that is NEVER going to happen, do you hear me? We are keeping this to ourselves and that's final!" she shouted.

"Says who?" Mark replied flippantly.

'Says—I am STILL your MOTHER!" She was red-faced and her eyes were dark with fury of her Mediterranean heritage. Mark thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

"My Mother wouldn't strip her clothes off and shake her ass at me," he teased.

"Mark that's not fair, I-

"My mother wouldn't get on her knees and suck my cock like a drunken whore," he sneered.

"Mark, you know I was hypnotized. I would never-"

"And MY mother would never have let me fuck her brains out on the couch. You weren't hypnotized then. And, as the good doctor pointed out, you didn't hit me, you didn't cry, you didn't scream. You just bent over and moaned and came and came and came."

"Mark, you slapped me to the ground!" she cried, tears overflowing her cheeks. What was I supposed to do? I begged, I pleaded with you not to...to do that," she sniffled, wiping her cheeks, and regaining her composure. Mark's expression fell as he remembered the hard slaps that had turned those pleas into quiet submission.

"Yeah, I..I did. And I'm sorry about that Mom, I didn't meant to hurt you. I was just trying to do what Dr. Morgan said you needed. Incest or death. I guess I got carried away," he added quietly. "I'm really sorry."

"Well," Jeanette replied just as quietly. She took his hands in hers gently and stepped closer. "Don't be. I kind of- I kind of...liked it."

He looked at her wide eyed. "You what?"

"Yeah, I know, it's twisted, but...I like being, bitch-slapped. It turns me on like nothing else. Well, that and a little hair pulling, and...an occasional choke-hold." Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. "...light bondage. I like rough sex. Always have."

"Son of a bitch," he whispered. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The confession had instantly turned his remorse into white hot passion. "Just when I though this day couldn't possibly get any weirder," he said as he pulled her into his arms, cupped her jaw and pulled her face to his. She gasped, wide-eyed, immobilized as much by fear as by his strong hands on her shoulder and jaw.

"Or better, " he added. He slowly moved his lips toward hers. A tiny gasp escaped her lips before he covered them and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She melted into him and returned the soulful kiss. He slid his hands down her back and cupped, groped her big, firm round ass. She moaned into his mouth and ran her hands over his strong back and up into his hair.

They held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity as he reveled in finally being able to let his hands go wild on his mothers' sexy ass. He'd been peeking and glancing at for years, trying to hide his fascination for her big, sexy bottom. Getting to grope her like this was intoxicating. But he wanted more and the knowledge that he could get it at anytime was even more thrilling.

He broke the kiss, released her ass and slid his hands all the way up her back and into her long, thick dark hair, grabbed two handfuls.

"That's good to know, Mom. Let's see if I can give you what you want," he whispered as he began to pull downward. She gasped at the pain as her face was forced upward, her passion fully revealed in her dark eyes. She whimpered as he kept pulling and she had no choice but to literally bend to his will. In moments she was on her knees facing his crotch, the outline of his fully erect cock visible through his jeans.

"Yes, " she whispered. "That's it son. Make me suck your big hard cock!"

A lascivious sneer twisted his lips as he unfastened his jeans and pulled his cock out. Jeanette gasped as the sight of it and licked her lips. He kept one hand in her hair and used the other to press the head of his cock against her lips. She looked him in the eyes wantonly and opened wide as her handsome 18 year-old son thrust his hips forward and filled her mouth with his hot, hard meat.

"Jesus Mom, that feels fucking incredible," he grunted as he began vigorously fucking her mouth. Jeanette moaned loudly, the humming in her throat adding to the thrill of violating her mouth. The thrill of her confession added to the incredible lewdness of fucking his beautiful mother's face right there in the kitchen had him at the brink in minutes and he didn't fight it. He just let himself go and rode the wave as she sucked and stroked his cock like there was no tomorrow.

"Ahhhh fuck Mom, I'm gonna cum," he growled as his back began to spasm. He shut his eyes tightly and froze. Jeanette's heart burned with lust for her son's cum. She grabbed his steel-hard cock with both hands, and began stroking it in time with her mouth, sucking and slurping greedily, as she willed him to surrender his hot load.

"Oh, yeah, suck me off, you gorgeous fucking bitch!" he yelled as he exploded into her mouth. She moaned and kept stroking and sucking as her beloved son filled her mouth with his thick seed. She gagged a little as it blasted against the back of her throat, but recovered and didn't stop stroking and sucking until he was spent. She moaned around his softening dick, loving the taste of his thick young semen.

She looked up and smiled at him, her dark eyes gleaming with love and passion. It was a look he'd never seen on his mother's face before and he swore he'd never for get it. She held his gaze for a moment, then slowly opened her mouth, showed him the mass of cum on her tongue, swirled it around, then gulped it down loudly and licked her lips.

Dinner was indeed overcooked. The beef bullion in the stew was slightly charred, but still palatable. They ate in a relaxed silence, Jeanette's mood bouncing from giddy to worried.

"I told you you were going to make me burn the stew," Jeanette muttered.

"Yeah, well, it's not too bad. Still tastes okay to me, " Mark replied cheerfully.

"Mmmm, speaking of taste," Jeanette replied with a mischievous grin. "You taste terrific." She licked her lips and a dreamy expression filled her eyes. "Your semen, that is. I don't know if it's because you're so young, or because you're my son, but there's no bitterness. It's almost yummy. Certainly better than this charred beef stew." she chuckled.

"Well, we'll know for sure later this evening. About whether it's because I'm your son, that is."

"What? What are you talking about," Jeanette said. Her face was all scrunched up in complete confusion.

Mark cleared his throat, then paused and took a deep breath. "Ben's coming over. In all the drama, I forgot to tell you he's supposed to come over to study tonight. Since Dr Morgan's hypnotherapy helped me with my grades and got me out of trouble with the football coach, I offered to help Ben with geometry. He's supposed to be here at seven."

Jeanette's face only showed more confusion. "So...what's that go to do with why your cum - excuse me, your semen- tastes so good to me?" As soon as she'd voiced the question, her expression began to change from bewilderment to disbelief.

"Well, after we're done with geometry, I figured we'd...try some experiments with triangles. You know, isosceles, equilateral, incestual. Applied mathematics and all that, " he smirked as he shoveled another spoonful of stew into his mouth."

You can't be serious," Jeanette replied. " I know I agreed to do whatever you say, but..I thought we could take this one step at a time. Can't you..postpone it? We need to spend some more time together ant talk about all this, how we're going to adjust, what we're going to do."

"Nothing more to talk about Mom," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm the boss and you're my bitch. And what we're going to do is fuck. A lot. Make sure your sub-slut needs are met. Can't have you dying of lung cancer, now can we? And since I happen to know Ben thinks you're hot, we might as well let him get in on the action."

"No, you're right of course, " she mumbled. "But..can't we wait a few days and ease into this? Please Mark, I know what I agreed to but, I'm just not ready for you and another guy. Especially Ben! I've known him since you were both in 6th grade. I'd feel so-"

"You still don't get it yet, do you Mom?" Mark said with a tinge of irritation in his voice. "You're not in charge anymore. It doesn't matter what you think. You do what I say. Now get upstairs and change clothes. We have to spend some time studying before the fun starts. I'll come and get you when we're ready for you." He pulled her chair out from under the table, surprising her with his strength, then grabbed her by the arms and hustled her to her feet. As she got her balance, he groped her bottom, kissed her neck, then pushed her toward the stairs.

"Get moving. Put on your sexiest lingerie, make some snacks and bring them to my room at about 8:30. No panties!"

"Yes sir," she sighed in resignation. He gave her big round ass a firm smack and sent her on her way.

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Ben and Mark spent about a half hour reviewing the basics of geometry. Ben could tell Mark was distracted and wasn't really focused on the tutoring.

"Man, what's bugging you? It seems like you're a thousand miles away. Ben said. Ben Goodman was the same age as Mark. Although not as tall or good looking, he was a rugged solidly built guy. He was stocky with reddish blonde hair, hazel eyes and a peach fuzz goatee that he hoped make him look like a rock star or Apollo Ono. "Come on, out with it. Girl trouble again?"

Mark laughed. "Yeah right. I guess you could say that. I'll tell you what's going on, but you have to swear to secrecy."

"What, is Karen knocked up?"

"No dude, I haven't even seen her in over a week. Been too busy."

"Too busy with...another girl, or what? Does she give good head?"he joked. Ben was perpetually horny but didn't have much luck with girls. Mostly because everyone knew he was perpetually horny. Charm and sophistication hadn't yet been added to his list of virtues. "Come on man out with it? Is she hot? Does she have big tits? Does she have a sister?"

"No, it's not a new girlfriend," Mark teased. "Something much, much better"

"You found a Penis enlargement pill that actually works," joked Ben.

"Well, this will definitely make your dick bigger, but this is the real deal, not a bullshit pill. But you've gotta swear!"

Ben eyed his friend cautiously. Whatever it was, it was pretty serious. "Okay man, I swear. It's in the vault. Now what's your hot new sexy secret?"

"Mom!" Mark called out loudly. His face slowly changed into what could only be called a classic 'shit-eating grin'. His grin faded as silence fell over the room and no response came. He looked at his watch. "It's 8:35, where the hell is she?"

Ben looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Your Mom's bringing it? Man, you had me all worked up. How exciting can it be if your Mom's bringing it?"

"No bonehead. She's not bringing it. Well, not in that sense anyway. Mom, get in here," he called more loudly. Still no reply came. "Wait right here, " he said as he hustled out of the room.

Jeanette Wilson stood in her bedroom admiring the image of the stranger in the mirror. The tall shapely brunette wore a silk see-through nightie over a lacy black, demi-cup bra. Her ample hips were accentuated by a black lace garter belt that framed her modestly-trimmed dark bush. She could see the her own labia peeking out from behind her pubes. The effect was nicely complemented by the fishnet stockings that also highlighted the sexy appeal of her stout but firm thighs. At age 38, she wasn't skinny, but her full, curvaceous figure was still enough to turn heads. She cupped her full, round breasts and pinched her long dark, hard nipples. She was all woman and looked ready for sex. What the image in the mirror didn't show was the icy terror that gripped her heart.

Am I really going to go through with this? She thought. Am I going to let my son and his friend use me like some cheap whore? But...that's what I really am, isn't it? Oh God it felt so good when he fucked me on Dr Morgan's couch. But that was different. That was my son and I love him, I trust him. I can't trust Ben. What if he tells all his friends about me, that Mrs. Wilson is a submissive slut who loves to be choked and slapped and face-fucked? What if the other parents find out? All my friends, all my neighbors? They're run us out of town, I'll end up alone and abandoned, reduced to working the streets over in the 'hood' turning tricks in the alley, I won't have to worry about smoking and cancer because I'll die of AIDS before I hit 40, Oh God what an I going to-

"Mom, what are you doing," Mark said with exasperation as he barged in, interrupting Jeanette's reverie. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"He came over and stood behind her taking in the scene. "Wow, you look terrific! And, nervous. Scared?" She answered only by looking at his eyes reflected in the mirror. "Definitely scared."

He sighed and gently pulled her away from the mirror and sat her on the big, king-sized bed. Dr. Morgan's advice as they left her office came back to mind. How did she put it? " In case you run into any unexpected resistance from your mother, use this key." The key turned out to be a few words on a sheet of paper. Mark had guessed that it was the trigger she used to put Jeanette into a deep trance so she could give her post-hypnotic suggestions. That was how it had all started. She'd convinced Jeanette that Mark was her husband returning from a long absence and Jeanette had given Mark a loving blow-job not even realizing she was sucking her son's dick.

Obviously she had intended for him to be able to do the same thing if he needed to. But she had warned him to be discrete, so he couldn't do it in front of Ben. There had to be a way to convince her to do what he wanted without tipping him off. As he paced around the master bedroom trying to think of something, he saw the bar in the corner. "Aha. That's it," he exclaimed as he rushed to the bar and got a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass.

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Before heading back to the bed with the booze, he pulled the paper out of his pocket and read the two phrases. "Pretty clever," he mused. One phrase to put her to sleep and one to wake her up. Just like a key that both opens and closes doors. He memorized both, then put the paper back in his pocket and returned to the bed with the bourbon and poured her a shot.

"Here, Mom," he said gently. "For your nerves. I promise I'm not trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you," he smiled.

"Not that you'd need to," she said giving voice to his thoughts. She sighed, took the shot glass and drained it smoothly, squinted, and gasped as it burned its way down her throat. "Whoo! Thanks Mark, I needed that."