Hypnotizing the Family

Cameron said a silent thank you to Maadhav. His indifferent mother was now a dutiful servant; his cock planted deep in her face. They'd soon be joined by his spectacular sister and her equally spectacular best friend, carping bitches converted into devoted slaves.

Being king was definitely better than being an afterthought.

Marveling, he rocked his cock in and out of his mother's throat. He'd jerked off a thousand times, but never imagined a sensation like this. How could anything be so tight and so soft at the same time? Christine hummed; the vibrations infused his dick. She cupped his testicles, moved her head up and down his shaft. His body shook and quivered, he moaned long and loud, his balls jerked and retracted into his body. She drove her face into him, pushing him deeper into her throat. Cameron grunted and came, shooting his jism down her throat and into her stomach. His knees shook and he jammed another few millimeters of his dick into Christine, anchoring himself on her face. Christine flexed her throat muscles and her lover-son deposited another spurt of his thick semen inside her. As Cameron pulled his cock from her throat she let a few drops of remaining cum pool on her tongue, savoring its taste.

His cock slipped from her mouth and Christine; after one last lick of the crown, rolled her tongue over her lips, capturing the sperm smeared across them, then took hold of his half-erect cock and masturbated him, running her thumb over the tip. Cameron's post-orgasmic dick was sensitive – he couldn't quite figure out whether this hurt or felt good – but he was not about to quibble.

His cock in her hand, she moved forward on her knees, steering him towards the bed, stopping occasionally to shower it with little licks and quick kisses

"I hope you want to keep going son, because I think we're just getting started."

By the time they reached the bed Cameron was hard. Rising to her feet, Christine reached behind herself, pulled her zipper down, shrugged the dress off, let it fall to the floor, stepped out of it, displaying her black lacy bra, black garter belt, stockings, and silk panties.

Cameron smiled. Her panties were wet; her hard swollen nipples visible through her sheer bra. She was dressed exactly as he'd hoped but that was hardly a surprise; discerning what he wanted was now her primary calling.

Giving into Christine's gentle push Cameron slid up the bed, his hard cock flopping back and forth, and rested his head on a pillow.

Christine, basking in his happy stare, placed her hands on hips and curtsied. "I hope my body, my outfit, they please you?"

"They do mother."

"That makes me happy. I exist to serve you. I, the girls, we've been wondering. How do we address you? Master? Sir?"

"Cameron will do for now. Now come here."

Christine clambered onto the bed and crawled forward on all fours, her cleavage evident in the skimpy bra. When she reached his dick she got up on her knees, pulled aside her panties, and brushed her pussy lips on the cock-head, smearing it with her heavy flowing cream. She shifted a bit and her labia enveloped the crown.

"You're so big Cammie."

She moved again and his dick nudged against her pussy lips. Cameron groaned; her pussy felt like sweet liquid flame, tight and slick and softer than anything imaginable.

Christine, joyous at Cameron's happy delight, crooned in a strained voice, "Unnhhh Cammie, I love your cock," spread her knees, and holding her panties to the side with a manicured finger, rotated her pussy lips on the cock-head, then, Cameron holding her by the tiny swell of her hips below her waist, descended, impaling herself on him. She moved ever so slow, wanting to remember every perfect moment. When he was all the way inside Christine reached down, took his hands in hers, and drew them up her body, sliding across her soft skin, slick with sweat. She pushed them under her bra and he palmed her full meaty breasts.

Eyes closed, head back, she said in a voice mesmeric, "I belong to you son; I exist to serve you."

Cameron squeezed; Christine moaned her approval. He teased her swollen nipples; she ground her bald cunt against his coarse pubic hair, gently vibrating her body on his cock, her cunt muscles embraced and massaged his happy member.

Cameron fondled her swollen nipples.

Christine, correctly believing her son was relatively inexperienced, felt free to give a little advice.

"Pinch 'em."

Cameron twisted the nipples until he felt her blood pulse through them.

Purring in delight, Christine, her shapely legs tucked under her body, languorously pistoned up and down his rod. He'd already come once, now she could take her time, draw-out lengthen intensify his pleasure. She recalled her conversations with Julie and Robin, first in hints and allusions, now frank and explicit, about how good they felt in Cameron's presence, a joy and peace unlike anything they'd known, how they wanted nothing more than to serve Cameron, to dedicate their minds and souls, and their bodies, to him. He had chosen her to be his first and as she filled herself with his dick, she knew she'd been right: her body was designed to please her son. Her toned calf muscles bulged as she moved up and down, clamping down on her son's dick with her cunt muscles. When only the cock-head was inside her Christine would hesitate, her labia kissing and sucking Cameron's cock, pulsing on his sensitive flesh until, with deliberate patience, she slid back down his length, enveloping Cameron's erection in the steamy wet flesh of her tight pussy.

"Mommy belongs to you."

Cameron, laying on his back, took a deep whiff; the air was thick with the pungent scent of sweat and pussy; pants and groans echoed off the ceiling. Cameron, reveling in his mother's tight hot cunt, was in a happy sexual fog. She fucked him fast, fucked him slow, flooded his senses with incredible ecstatic delectation.

Christine fucked on and on, completely beholden to her desire for her son, service to him the only thing that really mattered. She felt a contentment she'd never known before; she would celebrate her body – a tool to please her son – like she never had before. Her carnal desires grew, kept growing; her pussy tightened on his throbbing cock, she brought him to the edge of orgasm, adjusted her motion, slowed down, brought him to another peak.

* * * *

Russ, readying the master bedroom for his son, spent the evening moving his personal effects to the guest bedroom. He was surprised when Robin and Julie arrived home a bit after 11:00 P.M.

"You girls ditch the guys?"

"No Daddy, Cameron told us we couldn't and we'd never disobey. He said we had to be good dates. And well, y'know, guys want to do two things on their prom night: drink and screw their dates. We did exactly what Cammie said, we gave our dates what they wanted, making sure they always had a drink in their hand. Unfortunately, they got so drunk they passed out and we had to take them home. Their parents thanked us for being so careful."

"And did you add a little sweetener to their drinks to make sure they did?'

Smiling guiltily, Julie hugged her father.

"Oh Daddy, I can't believe you'd think such a thing."

Robin, impatient to get on the road, said, "Mr. Pierce, we're going to drive into the city to join Cameron and your wife. I told my Dad I'd be spending the night here. You'll cover for me, won't you?"

"Of course."

Kissing him on the cheek, Robin said, "Thanks Mr. Pierce, you're the best."

* * * *

Christine and Cameron, immersed in their long fuck, were hauled back to reality when Julie, leaning against the doorjamb, said in a slurred excited voice, "Hey guys."

Christine froze in the middle of her downward motion, three-quarters of Cameron's penis buried in her pussy. Julie and Robin were in their prom dresses, holding the bags they'd packed earlier in the day. Julie pulled a strap of her dress from her shoulder, exposing a braless breast.

Christine slid down the remainder of Cameron's penis, then raised herself again. Robin, eyes on the conjoined lovers, pulled the other strap free – the dress settled at Julie's waist – and slipped her arms around her friend and tweaked her hard nipples.

"Omigod Julie, your brother has a really nice dick."

The two beautiful young women stepped into the room, closing the door behind them.

"Hey Mom, you gonna share that cock with us, aren't you?"

Christine looked down at Cameron; he nodded.

Pistoning back up her son's cock, she said, "Of course girls, but Mommy's got priority."

Their eyes fixed on the two lovers, Robin and Julie casually finished undressing.

Cameron and Christine recommenced fucking and Christine, thrilled by the audience, was soon lost in an avalanche of sensations. Her head rocked back and forth, her black hair – on Cameron's suggestion she was growing it out again – swirled about, her breasts bounced, her fingers raked across her son's chest.

"God I love it, love that cock, fill me up stud."

Cameron lay back, intent on drawing every possible pleasure he could from the experience. His mother's splendid blow job had taken the edge off and now he took the time to savor the sweet sensations of his mother's cunt. Christine, on the other hand, grew ever more frenetic, moaning loudly each time she slid down the length of Cameron's dick. She began to shake, pulled her bra aside, dug her fingers into the flesh of her ample breasts, and went slack-jawed as a series of orgasms overtook her. One succeeded another; she arched her back, pushed her pelvis down, took Cameron a fraction deeper into her body, threw her head back and wailed in sexual ecstasy, shuddering again and again as bolts of pleasure tore through her gut.

Why, she wondered, as a rainbow danced through her mind, had it taken her so long to understand that her life's function, her body's function, was service to her son?

She collapsed atop him and her mouth found his, their tongues danced together, her meaty breasts rolled against his chest. She began moving her hips, running her cunt up and down his cock, resuming their incestuous dance. Her hands on his chest, she levered herself back up; the string of saliva extending between their parted lips stretched, then broke and splattered against her breasts. Once upright she moved quickly, riding her son like a wild bronco. Cameron watched, his mother a glorious vision of pure carnality-- her hair flew wildly, her breasts swayed, her skin covered with a sheen of sweat, her jaw and lips twisted in lust and pleasure – as she bounced on his cock.

"Baby brother, how do you feel about a little Sapphic sideshow?"

Julie naked, was sitting on the couch, legs spread. Robin, naked, was on the floor eating her pussy.

A lot of guys suspected that Robin and Julie had a little lesbian thing on the side, all of them wanted to watch, but Robin and Julie had always denied it. Both were happy they'd saved it for Cameron.

Robin, looking over her shoulder, said "We're always happy to put on a demonstration, I mean if this kind of thing turns you on?"

Despite its omnipresent availability on the beauty pageant circuit, Christine had never tried girl-on-girl action, but a quick glance at her son's happy face showed he dug it. At the thought it would please him, Christine wondered, what did Robin taste like?

They fucked on and soon another orgasm was building within Christine; her movements grew jerky and uncoordinated. Moaning, "Fu-fu-fuck meeeee, Cameron. Give me... give me mo... OH GOD, FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG DICK," she drove her hips into her son and forced his cock into her womb. Her pussy tightened, Christine's mind filled with an array of colors; her face went slack – she'd never known such pleasure – and whimpering, "I'm cumming.... I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your cock," she came.

Cameron thought his mother, in the throes of her orgasm, had never looked more beautiful, and with her wet fiery pussy pulsating on his cock Cameron could hold back no longer. With a growl of lust, he thrust his hips up and flooded her with jets of hot seed.

As she was filled with her son's sperm Christine came again; her body shook through an ecstatic final seizure, then she flopped down, writhing atop her son, licking and sucking her way from his neck to his mouth. She took a deep breath; their tongues intertwined.

And through this shared orgasmic bliss they heard Julie jibber as she came on Robin's mouth.

Spent and exhausted, Christine's kisses grew less desperate, softer and sweeter. She whispered, "I never imagined sex could be so good my darling," then rolled off her son, her pussy sliding off his cock with a nasty wet plop.

On her back, breathing heavily, breasts rising and falling, Christine staring at the ceiling said, "We are three lucky sluts."

Julie and Robin, who, cuddled together, had been sitting on the couch, waiting their turn. sauntered over to the bed, licked the cunt juice from Cameron's cock, kissed each other, and said, "That we are."

* * * *

It was a typical morning at the Pierce residence. Christine, wearing thigh high stockings, four and one-half inch black stiletto heels, and a gold chain around her waist, was mixing fresh blackberries into steel cut oatmeal. Her husband, finishing his second cup of coffee, admired her ass; he couldn't recall his wife ever looking this good. He also couldn't recall feeling this good; he'd lost thirty pounds and for the first time in years his mind was razor sharp and focused entirely on work. Business was booming; a few days before he closed a deal on the BMW that would be Cameron's graduation present.

Julie, wearing a sheer gauzy white shirt and nothing else, entered the kitchen. Smelling of sex, she pecked her father's cheek, who noted that only the bottom two buttons of the shirt were fastened; one breast was fully exposed, the other's hard nipple clearly outlined in the fabric.

Christine covering the finished oatmeal, kissed her daughter – full lips working against full lips – and asked, "Is Cammie ready?"

Julie paused and absent-mindedly fingered her pussy, still full of Cameron's cum, recalling her best friend's happy yelps as, her face pressed to the shower wall, she came on Cammie's cock and her brother's powerful grunts when he filled Robin with his seed. Her mind drifted further back, to Cameron fucking her before Robin replaced her in the shower.

"Young lady, your mother asked you a question."

Snapping back to reality Julie said, "Oh, I'm sorry. He should be in a minute. He and Robin were just finishing. And Daddy, thank you again for buying that super-sized hot water heater. It sure came in handy this morning."

"Your welcome Angel. After all Cameron has done for me, I'm just glad I could help."

Russ smiled inside. He was proud of the hot water heater, it was something he'd thought of on his own – no one had asked for it --when he realized how much Cameron liked sex in the shower.

"Good morning everyone."

It was Cameron, appearing as if on cue. His hair wet, he wore a silk robe; Robin, wearing a white tee-shirt that clung to her still damp body in all the right places, was with him.

Christine said, "I made your favorite dear."

"Thanks Mom."

Russ, heading for the office, said, "See you all later."

As they ate the women suggested that it might be a good day for Cameron, Robin, and Julie to play hooky, but Cameron nixed the idea. He had convinced that red-headed first year teacher Janice LaCombe, already nicknamed Janice LaBoom by the guys, that he could help her with her smoking problem. Their first session was that day.