The Hypnotist - A Fucked-Up Sequel

"Really?" she whispered in disbelief.

I nodded, but of course she couldn't see it. "Really," I replied.

Her hand slid down between us and once again found my boner. She groaned when she gave it a squeeze, and of course she could feel how wet it still was from her pussy juices.

"Oh, damn, I feel even worse," she whispered.

Her fingers continued to lightly squeeze and swirl around the head of my cock as she spoke, but all she was doing was explaining what I had already figured out.

"The other night, I thought your knee was poking into me," she said. "Only, that didn't make sense the way we were situated and I reached back there without thinking about it. Then I couldn't stop thinking about how big and hard your dick felt. I couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel inside me, and then I was pushing back toward you..."

"I get all that," I whispered. "What I don't understand is why you wanted it inside you. I thought you and Dad...?"

"No," she replied sadly. "We haven't had sex regularly for a long time now. Maybe once a month or so, but even less since Gwynne moved back in with us. He just wasn't in the mood, and I was more turned on than ever."

"Why is that?" I asked. "I mean, why were you more turned on?"

She let out a long sigh, and finally stopped playing with my dick.

"I had to take Gwynne to her first several sessions with Dr. Jenkins," she explained. "You two were still so brainwashed, and she believed we would understand why it was alright for the two of you to have sex if she just explained it to us."

I nodded, because I could still recall feeling that way.

"So, I was sitting in Dr. Jenkins's office, listening to your sister describe in graphic detail what an amazing lover you were, how you had given her so many orgasms, and..." she swallowed heavily, "it just got me incredibly turned on. The more she described how perfect it felt to have you inside her, the more I kept picturing it. Only, I found I was imagining it was me taking this incredible dick, instead of her."

I snorted softly at that. "Incredible dick?" I murmured. "Come on, Mom—"

She cut me off with a searing kiss as her hand once again found my cock and gave it a squeeze.

"Yes," she panted afterward. "It is an incredible dick, Mitch. If you weren't my own son, I would be lying back, spreading my legs, and begging you to fuck me again."

After she said that, it was inevitable that we were going to fuck. I was too horny to stop myself once I knew that she wanted it to happen. We kissed some more and our hands explored each other's bodies. Mom moaned when my hand once again slid down to find her breast. She sat up so that she could lift her gown over her head, and then guided my hand back to her thick, rock-hard nipple.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, "Give this one a nice kiss."

Her left hand found the back of my head and guided me forward as her right hand hefted her breast and she fed me her other thick nipple. My lips closed on it and my tongue swirled around it, drawing a soft, horny moan from her lips. Her hand slid to the waistband of my shorts and she started tugging them down.

"Let's get these off you," she whispered.

I lifted my hips, and she pulled my shorts down my legs and off. Then she groaned and stroked my dick while I sucked her hard nipples. Over the next few minutes, she gradually eased over onto her back and I followed her, squeezing, fondling and sucking her tits the whole way.

It wasn't really a surprise when she started rubbing the head of my cock up and down the drenched furrow of her pussy. Then it felt completely natural when it slid inside her. Mom spread her legs wide and lifted them high into the air as she surrendered her pussy to me. It felt exquisite to fuck my mother in my bed. As horny as I was, I still took my time to savor each stroke into her snug, molten depths.

Plus, we were trying to be quiet. We didn't want to wake up Gwynne. I was thinking it, and I knew she was as well when she gently shushed me after a moan escaped my lips. Then it was tough for me not to giggle. My mother was here, at my apartment, nominally to keep me from fucking my sister. What made me want to laugh was that she was succeeding at her goal; I was too busy fucking my mother to fuck my sister.

Yeah, I guess it wasn't really all that funny. It just struck me as being funny at that moment. Then Mom pulled my head down and she moaned around my tongue as she came. Afterward she panted right into my ear.

"Your turn, baby," she whispered. "Don't hold back. Just let it all go inside me."

She bit down on my sensitive earlobe when she felt my shaft thickening inside her, as I approached the point of no return. It felt incredible to bury my cock inside my mother's pussy as I came. My lips found hers in the darkness and we moaned together as we shuddered through my orgasm. Afterward we broke off the kiss and panted softly as we caught our breath.

Mom let out a soft gasp when I resumed thrusting into her drenched pussy.

"Oh, I should have known," she gasped softly into my ear. "I thought your sister was exaggerating, but—oh! Oh, yeah, fuck me, baby. Oh! That's so good."

Mom came several times as I fucked her for the next hour. She was incredibly quiet, even in the throes of orgasm, which was in stark contrast to the way my sister had been so loud. We never woke Gwynne. After I flooded Mom's pussy with my second massive load, she carefully slid out of the bed and silently made her way into the bathroom. While she did, I pulled my shorts back on.

As soon as Mom was back, we cuddled up and zonked right out.

* * *

In the morning we managed to act like nothing had happened, but all three of us were still a little uncomfortable and it still felt awkward. I realized a big part of Gwynne's discomfort had nothing to do with being around me, though, when she groaned and headed out onto the balcony for a cigarette. It was only the second or third time she'd had one since her return. When Mom started to follow her, I impulsively grabbed her arm.

"Mom, please don't," I blurted. It came out sounding a little sharper than I intended, so I immediately released and gently rubbed her arm. "Sorry," I murmured. "It's just going to be harder for her if she starts going out for a cigarette every time you have one."

"Oh," she murmured, looking at my face closely. "For a second, I thought you were going to say something about last night, while she's out there."

I shook my head, looking to make sure the sliding glass door was closed.

"I'll be home from work at about three," I said quietly. "Gwynne has classes until eight tonight. I figured that would give us plenty of time to discuss it." She nodded, and I asked, "What do you plan to do while we're gone?"

"I figured I would go back to the house," she replied with a shrug. "I was planning to stay there until this evening, but I'll make sure I'm here at three, now that I know."

"Sounds great," I murmured, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Her eyes shot open as she looked into mine, and I knew we would have sex again that afternoon. We kept that kiss brief, and Mom took a step back from me afterward. She half-turned to look out toward the balcony and my eyes dropped to feast on her thick, stiff nipples as they pressed out against the material of her nightgown. Before she could catch me checking her out like that, I ducked into the bathroom to take a quick shower and shave before work.

After I got dressed, we shared a rushed breakfast of bagels and coffee. Gwynne was noticeably calmer after she'd had her cigarette, and Mom had smoked one while I was showering. I stood and gave my sister a quick hug when she headed toward her bedroom to change clothes, and then I gave my mother another hug before I left.

"I'll see you this afternoon," I whispered.

She swallowed and nodded, looking a little nervous. I thought about saying something to reassure her, but then saw how her breasts were heaving and how completely hard her nipples were. I just smiled instead, and headed out to my car.

* * *

It was a really slow day at work. I had far too much time to think about my mother's sexy body, what we had done the night before, and what we would likely do after I got off work for the day. I recalled what she had told me the night before about sitting in on Gwynne's sessions with Dr. Jenkins. That bothered me, but I wasn't sure why.

When I had those same early sessions, Dr. Jenkins had insisted on having my mother wait outside. I knew I had been under hypnosis for large chunks of those sessions, but I had trouble recalling anything we'd discussed. What I clearly recalled now was every detail of the twenty minutes I had spent in the hypnotist's office, every word that had come out of that man's mouth, and everything I had admitted to him about being with my sister. All of those details had emerged from long sessions during which I had been under.

Then I had a little flash in my mind—just a fleeting image—of looking down to see the blonde shrink looking up at me with my dick in her mouth. I had been leaning back in my desk chair, but sat up abruptly. Then my phone rang, and I had to answer it. I was busy for the next half hour, and afterward I wondered if that had been my imagination.

I thought about calling Dr. Jenkins, but thought, What would I say?

After the disastrous way it had turned out when I charged into the hypnotist's office to confront that man, I didn't want to make the same mistake again. Plus, I wasn't sure anything had happened. Dr. Jenkins was an attractive woman. It wouldn't be at all unusual for me to fantasize about having sex with her. If not for the earlier, totally fucked-up experience with the hypnotist, I would have been certain it was only my horny imagination.

Still, from what Mom said she had been in Dr. Jenkins's office, and my sister had told both women "in graphic detail" all of the things we had done together. I figured that had been uncomfortable and the doctor hadn't wanted to go through it again with me. A few minutes later, I shook my head. That didn't really explain it. Mom said she had been present for more than one of my sister's early sessions. It was perplexing, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to call Dr. Jenkins and ask.

Perhaps there was a simple explanation, and she would be able to put my mind at ease right away. I sighed and reached for my phone, pulled out the doctor's card, and gave her a call. As I expected, I got her receptionist.

"Hi, Gail," I said, smiling as I pictured her face. "It's Mitch Gorman. Is Doctor Jenkins available?"

"Oh, hi Mitch!" she replied brightly. "Hold on, I think she's free at the moment."

I listened to the soothing hold music, and then had to swallow. Why was I suddenly salivating?

"Mitch?"

Doctor Jenkins's voice snapped me out of a horny little daydream. I had been picturing a wet, tasty pussy.

"Hi, Dr. Jenkins," I said. "Sorry to bother you, but I was talking to my mother last night and she said she sat in on most of Gwynne's early sessions. I know she didn't sit in on mine, and I was wondering..."

"Oh, your sister insisted," she immediately replied. "I have to tell you, it was uncomfortable for me, and probably for your mother as well. Gwynne was...well, I can't give you too much detail, you understand."

"No, that's okay, Doctor," I said. "I think I understand. Mom said she was very graphic, and that she described everything we had done in detail. I can see how that would be uncomfortable."

I heard her breath catch, and she swallowed heavily into the phone.

"Yes, it was...very uncomfortable," she repeated.

"I said some of the same stuff, though, didn't I?" I asked.

"Yes, but you asked me to help you forget it later," she replied carefully.

"Ah, that explains it," I said. "It was bothering me, because I could remember feeling like I could explain it all—you know, when I was still brainwashed and thought there was nothing wrong. But I couldn't recall actually saying anything like that to you."

"Oh, you did," she chuckled. "You went on and on about it. Afterward, when you realized what had really been going on, you asked if I could help you forget. Has that worked? I mean, is it still working?"

"I think so," I replied slowly.

As I thought about it, though, I didn't think she was being straight with me. I wanted more time to think it over, though, so I said, "Well, thank you for your time, Doctor Jenkins. That explains it. You have a great day!"

"You too, Mitch," she replied.

I shook my head as I hung up, still picturing her face. Over the rest of my workday, I kept thinking it over in my spare time. The more I thought about it, the more I could clearly recall hundreds of intense sexual encounters with my sister. Those had all stopped after our mother had busted us, of course. I hadn't been laid since, until last night.

However, the point was that I could recall every one of those in exquisite detail. If she had helped me forget, why were all of those memories still so clear? Of course, that was a stupid thing to do at work. I was hard as a brick after thinking about fucking my sexy sister all over our apartment. It made for a few uncomfortably close calls when I had to suddenly leave my desk twice to oversee someone else's work.

What I could not recall was anything I had said to Dr. Jenkins, anything she'd said to me, or anything I had done with her and Gail while I had been in her office.

Wait...why was I thinking about Gail? And why was I completely hard again?

Another phone call interrupted those thoughts, and I wouldn't think about it again until days later. Instead, I was thinking about my mother's body after my coworker Brittney jiggled past my desk. She was married, and had only been married for a couple of years at that point. She was still gushing about the "amazing man" she had married every chance she got, so I entertained no illusions that she would ever want to do anything with me. It was her big, heavy tits that suddenly reminded me of my mother's impressive melons.

I found myself thinking about my mother's voluptuous body, and couldn't help but think that there was a really good chance I would get to see her completely naked again as soon as I got off work. I had only gotten a brief glimpse of her naked body Friday night, when she'd dropped her bath towel to put on her nightgown. When she had been naked in my bed, it had been too dark to see anything.

It was a struggle to focus on work for that last couple of hours.

* * *

I was already hard by the time I parked my car next to Mom's in the parking lot in front of the apartment. My heart hammered in my chest as I headed up the stairs and unlocked the front door. As soon as I opened the door, I called out, "I'm home!"

Mom turned and smiled at me from the couch. She was wearing a different nightgown, but as soon as she stood up I could tell it was all she was wearing again.

"Welcome home, baby," she said, spreading her arms invitingly.

I hugged her and kissed her softly on the lips. Our eyes searched each other's as we kissed. Neither of us was sure what we would do. However, I could clearly smell her aroused pussy. I broke off the kiss gently and smiled down at her.

"Let me get changed into something more comfortable," I murmured.

"Okay," she replied, nodding.

I left my bedroom door partly ajar when I went into my room. It was an invitation, but she never appeared in the doorway as I stripped off my work clothes. I sighed and pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt, then sighed again when I heard the sliding door open and close. She didn't have to tell me she was nervous and felt the need to smoke.

I chuckled when I headed over to the sliding glass door and saw her sitting and facing out toward the building behind us. If one of the neighbors in that building happened to glance over here, they would have been treated to quite a show. My eyes quickly searched the windows across the way, to see if anyone was watching, but I didn't see anyone. As soon as I stepped out onto the balcony, I saw my mother squeeze her thighs together as she looked up at me. I smiled at her.

"Did you want to talk out here?" I asked quietly.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. It made sense. If our conversation was going to make her uncomfortable, she'd likely want another cigarette right away. I sighed and stepped up to the railing, then turned to lean my back against it as I looked at her.

Damn. In the bright afternoon sunshine, I could see everything through that nightgown. What I saw looked incredible, too. Mom took a long drag on her cigarette and her eyes flitted down to my crotch as she blew out the smoke. She swallowed and her eyes immediately met mine again. I looked down—just to make sure I wasn't sporting an obvious boner. I wasn't completely hard, but the outline of my dick was pretty conspicuous.

"So, where should we start?" I asked.

"Should I apologize?" she asked.

I shook my head and gave her another smile. "Absolutely not," I replied.

She blew out a relieved breath, and smiled at me as she flicked the ash of her cigarette into the ashtray.

"Oh, Mitch, I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that," she murmured. "I was afraid you would be mad at me, after you had some time to think it over."

"Do you regret it now?" I asked.

She chuckled, taking another long drag and stubbing out her cigarette as she shook her head. She blew out the smoke and smiled at me as she stood up.

"I wouldn't be dressed this way if I regretted it," she replied. "Let's go inside, baby."

I followed her sexy, swaying bottom back inside. After I closed the sliding door, I slid the curtains over. I didn't want to give the neighbors a show. As soon as I turned around, Mom was back in my arms, and she slid her tongue right into my mouth. The taste of her cigarette was overpowering. I gasped and broke off the kiss.

"Sorry!" I blurted.

I thought about asking her to rinse her mouth, but that seemed rude. Instead, I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. As soon as we reached the bed, she started to reach up to hug me again. I took a step back and my eyes raked over her body.

"I want to see you," I whispered. When my eyes met hers, I added, "All of you."

She swallowed heavily and nodded. Then she reached down and lifted the hem of that short nightgown upward. Her eyes were on my face until the fabric lifted over her face. I groaned as her sexy body was revealed in all its glory. My dick stiffened, and throbbed when her heavy breasts dropped out of the nightgown. Before I could say a word, she let out a sexy groan.

"Damn, you make me feel so sexy," she growled. "Now, let me see all of you."

I whipped off the t-shirt and tossed it onto the foot of the bed. When I lowered my shorts, my hard dick popped right up out of the waistband. It was pointed right at my mother's horny face. She licked her lips and groaned again as she stared at it.

"We have hours before Gwynne will be home," I reminded her. "What do you want to do first?"

"I want to taste you," she replied, immediately lowering herself in front of me.

I reached out and caught her shoulders.

"I want to taste you too," I said. "Let's get into the bed."

She nodded and slid back into the bed, then turned onto her side facing me. I crawled in and turned to face her, spreading her thighs and lowering my mouth to her drenched pussy. I moaned as her mouth hungrily slurped in my dick, and I felt her moan in response when I began to eagerly lick and suck her tangy little pussy. I reached around and squeezed her ass cheeks as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her copious juices. She moaned again and started working her lips and tongue up and down my sensitive shaft.