6 comments/ 90285 views/ 82 favorites Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 01 By: SheriffBart This is an extended adaptation of a mildly erotic story that was published here many years ago. It stuck in my head and grew into a triple X-rated fantasy that would be a full length feature film if produced. This is the first of several chapters. Be warned, the subject matter involves incest, and non-consensual sex. All the characters are of legal age, although the protagonist might be described as "barely legal". Please post comments if you enjoy it and critiques if you don't. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come in Mark, you're right on time," Dr. Morgan smiled warmly as she welcomed the tall handsome teenager into her home office. Mark Wilson and his mother Jeanette had been receiving hypnotherapy treatments from their new next-door neighbor for a few weeks now. "Hi Dr. Morgan," Mark answered enthusiastically. She held out her hand and shook his warmly. As they shook hands, he couldn't help give Dr Morgan a looking over. She was a knockout; a buxom beauty with short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a slender figure. Although she always dressed professionally, she looked incredibly attractive at the same time. "You look terrific," Mark gushed. Since Dr. Morgan had moved in next door to the Wilsons and befriended them, a lot had happened. Mark's parents had split up and Dr. Morgan volunteered to help his mother cope with the divorce. She'd also been helping Mark with his study skills and concentration. Although he was a bright young man, he'd always been more interested in sports than scholastics. He'd been held back once. So at the age of eighteen, he was still a senior in high school. The divorce had rocked his world and his grades got so bad he'd been in danger of getting kicked off the football team and losing his chances at a scholarship. But that was before the sessions with Dr. Morgan began. Shed gotten him back on track through hypnosis. She'd been a lifesaver. Today she was dressed in a navy blue pinstriped skirt suit over a light blue satin blouse. She always had the top two buttons undone revealing he tops of her ample, breasts and deep cleavage. Her skirt was very tight over her slim but shapely hips and firm ass. And, as always, she wore dark stockings that showed off her well-toned legs. An ankle bracelet and black heels finished off the look. She had mastered a look that was equal parts attorney and escort. Dr. Morgan smiled as she pretended not to notice Mark's gaze traveling from her eyes down her body. "Thanks that's very sweet of you Mark," she said with a slight lilt in her voice. She touched his cheek lightly and noticed a slight blush. There was the faintest trace of a smirk as she turned and lead him toward the living room. "So what's the special occasion?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he turned to follow her lead. Every time she touched him a little thrill went through his body. He dropped his voice deliberately and spoke as he followed her toward her living room, mesmerized by the motion of her tight ass in the snug skirt. "Ahem. You um...You said you had something important you wanted to discuss with me and...Mom?" Mark gasped as he entered the living room. He had expected to see his mother Jeanette sitting on the big black leather couch where Dr Morgan had been treating them separately. Instead, his mother was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch with her head slumped over. She appeared to be asleep, but Mark knew better. "Is she...in a trance?" "Of course," Dr Morgan smiled as she wheeled to greet him."As you know, I've been providing you and your mother with hypnotherapy sessions to help you both deal with the trauma of your parents' recent divorce." "Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. Today we're going to do something a little different. As you have observed, your mother Jeanette is in a trance at the moment. We usually work one-on-one. Over the past few weeks, as I've helped you deal with the loss of your father, and helped you learn to refocus on your school work and get your grades back up, I've been helping your mother stop smoking, and cope with anxiety and self-esteem issues." Dr Morgan walked slowly back across the room toward Jeanette. The way her hips swayed in that skirt riveted Mark's attention. He'd always been an ass man and Dr Morgan's walk was for him a thing of beauty. Her ass was much smaller than his mother's, but it was round and firm. She sat down on the couch next to Jeanette, who remained quiet and motionless. She touched the top of Jeanette's head lightly caressing her hair as a pet owner might fondle a poodle. "Mark, the reason you're here today is... your mother is not doing as well as you are." "But she stopped smoking, right?" Mark asked impatiently. He began fidgeting, rubbing his thighs nervously. "Yes, she did. For now. But there's a bigger problem." Dr Morgan sighed, looking down at Jeanette for a few heartbeats, then leaned forward and put her hands together in a praying motion, pursing her lips as she fixed Mark with a serious gaze. The weight of her demeanor was enough to momentarily distract him from the fact that she was once again leading forward, exposing her cleavage. He shifted nervously in the loveseat. "Your mother..has an unusual anxiety problem. One of the most effective ways to make smoking cessation a long term success story is to focus not just on the nicotine addiction, but on the underlying anxiety that the addiction relieves. Most people fall into addictive behaviors because they're dealing with unhealed wounds and unmet needs. We've treated the wounds of the divorce and your mother's self-esteem has been improved somewhat. You may have noticed that she's taking better care of herself, dressing more...attractively." "Have I! I mean...yeah I... kind of noticed." That mischievous smile played briefly across Dr Morgan's lips as Mark turned his attention back to his mother. In her youth, Jeanette Wilson had been a looker. Even at 38, she was quite attractive, although her son Mark hadn't noticed until a few weeks ago. A pretty brunette, she had the face of a fashion model, with prominent cheekbones, a broad, strong jaw, and large dark eyes. Her face was framed by a thick mane of shoulder length dark brown hair which was always styled and wavy in a manner that reminded her of Sarah Palin or Selma Hayek. She had never been a slender woman. She had a substantial frame, standing 5' 6" with wide hips, big thighs and a full, 38C bust. Most of her appeal came from her dark Mediterranean features, broad hips and big, round firm derriere. She was a strong, healthy looking woman, the kind you felt you could grab onto and feel the fullness of her flesh in your hands. "She's um...been dressing differently lately. Tight jeans, stretchy tops-with the top buttons unbuttoned-kind of like yours." He blushed, then went on quickly. "Some days she looks just like some of the girls at school. Although a little older, more like a college girl, I guess." Mark shifted uncomfortably as he realized his jeans were getting tighter. Must be because of Dr Morgan leaning toward him showing off her cleavage, he thought. It couldn't be because he was talking about his mother, could it?. "Mark, you are a very observant young man. You have an agile mind. I've noticed that during our hypnotherapy sessions. You're very astute for your age. And very handsome." "Oh, thanks. You too. I mean, you're very attractive." Mark cleared his throat and shifted again in the loveseat looking more uncomfortable by the minute. "So, what is it that's bothering Mom? Why are you worried about her? What...unhealed wounds does she still have? And what can I do about it? " "All very good questions Mark," Dr Morgan replied. "But it's not your mother's unhealed wounds that concern me. That's not what threatens to send her back to smoking." Dr Morgan's voice lowers to a slightly throaty timbre. "It's her unmet needs we need to address." Mark leaned back in the loveseat running his hands along his thighs and resettled himself in the deep leather chair. He opened his mouth but words failed. "Instead of trying to tell you about it, or worse yet, ask your mother to talk about it with you in the room, I think this will go faster if I show you what I mean." Dr. Morgan rose from the couch and knelt beside Jeanette. She touched her lightly on the cheek and forehead and began to whisper and murmur to her in a voice that sounded like dark velvet. Jeanette slowly raised her head and her eyes fluttered open. As she raised her head, Mark saw that his mother was wearing a tight, stretchy low cut blouse that leaves nothing to the imagination. He could clearly make out the shape of her full round bust and his eyes widened as he registered the clear outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric. He'd never before seen her without a bra except in her bikini. As her eyes opened and made contact with his, he realized she was looking at him, but...something was missing. There was no hint of recognition on her face as she looked across the floor at her son. She saw only a handsome young man with an athletic build and a bulge in his jeans staring at her. She purred like an awakening cat as she ran her hands up her sides and began to caress her breasts through the skin-tight fabric. She raised her head and drank in the sensations of her own hands caressing her torso, then lowered her head again, looked up at the sexy stud in the loveseat, and closed her hands around her tits provocatively, causing a jolt to run through her body. She licked her lips hungrily, imagining what might be stirring under the denim such a short distance away. "What do you see Jeanette?" Dr Morgan asked her quietly, as she casually stroked her patient's hair. "Mmmm, I see a good-looking young stud." Mark gasped as much at the throaty, seductive tone in his mother's voice as at her jarring words. "And what do you need, Jeanette? What is the hunger that drives you, the ache you feel every day?" "Ohhhh, I need to be touched," she whined. "Show me," Dr Morgan encouraged her. "Show the young stud. Show us what you need." She stood and crossed to crouch next to Mark in the loveseat as Jeanette slowly rises, her lascivious gaze never leaving Mark's eyes. Her hands returned to her breasts and she gasped as she clutched at them, and moaned as she pinched her nipples. They responded by getting bigger and harder under the tight top. She played with them for a few minutes pinching, caressing, and kneading her breasts, stoking her inner fire. Then with a louder whine of frustration, she reached down, grabbed it by the bottom, and pulled her blouse over her head, freeing her tits. "Oh-my-God," Mark muttered as he saw his mother topless for the first time in his life. Her tits sagged just a little with the weight of her years but were full, round and succulent. His cock jerked in the confines of his jeans prompting his entranced mother to continue the erotic display. She turned around, spread her legs slightly, and began to swivel her hips sensuously, showing off her wide, womanly hips and round, sexy ass. She peered over her shoulder seductively, placing her hands on her hips. "Whaddaya think, stud? Do you like my ass?" "Oh yeah," Mark sighed."I've always loved your big, sexy ass. I watch it all the time. Just... not like this." He gave up any hope of concealing the bulge in his pants as his cock struggles to full hardness. "I can see that you do, Baby," Jeanette cooed. She caressed her cheeks and squeezed them, sighing and moaning with desire."Maybe you want to see more," she breathed. Before he could answer, she began unfastening her jeans and slowly peeled them down over her hips and ass, down her thighs and stepped out of them, leaving her clothed in nothing but a black thong. "Holy shit Mom, you look fantastic!" "Mom? My Mommy's not here Baby. We can have all the fun we want." Mark shot a confused look at Dr Morgan which she rebuffed with a fingers to her lips. Jeanette took the moment to come and stand right in front of her young voyeur and put her hands on her hips. She towered above him, brazenly showing herself to her handsome young admirer. She twirled slowly a full 360 degrees presenting her bare thighs and full round ass for his uninhibited inspection. "I would say, 'look, but don't touch'," she teased. "But you're really cute, stud. You can touch whatever you want." To demonstrate the invitation, she began caressing her scantily clad mound. From behind, Mark could clearly make out the twin mounds of her pussy lips barely covered by the tight thong. Wisps of dark pubic hair spread out from either side. She ran her fingers along the groove of her pussy, moaning with a feline intensity. "Go ahead, stud," she whispered, as she reached down and took his hand. "Touch me." "Oh God, this can't be happening," Mark muttered as his mother placed his hands on her thighs. "I know it's wrong, but..." he sighed, as he surrendered to the temptation of forbidden fruit. His hands explored with a will of their own, caressing his mother's firm, smooth, thighs. He breathed harder as they traveled up the globes of her marvelous ass, the firm smooth cheeks thrilling his palms. He leaned forward to get a closer look and squeezed her big sexy ass, driving a loud, long moan from his mother's throat. She swayed her hips slowly, and reached up to grope her tits again while her son filled his eyes and hands with her firm, fleshy ass. "Jeanette," Dr Morgan said quietly, not wanting to break the spell of the moment."Is this what you need? Is this what's been keeping you awake at nights, making you anxious all day?" "Oh yesss!" came the breathy response. "I get so lonely, so horny! I need a man, I need his hands on me..I need-" She rose, turned to look Mark in the eyes, then slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She slid her hands along his thighs as she leaned forward with feline grace, gliding toward his torso. She stopped inches from his face but her hands kept sliding until one had covered his crotch. She felt the large bulge jump. "I need his cock!" "Holy shit," moaned her tormented young son as he drew back into the loveseat, trying to resist his entranced mother's amorous pleas. Dr. Morgan quickly knelt behind Jeanette, touched her forehead and whispered a sleep command in her ear. She settled back on her heels and her head dropped again. Mark breathed a sigh of relief and tried in vain to adjust his position to relieve the discomfort of his trapped erection. "So, now you see what I was trying to explain," Dr Morgan said matter-of-factly. "Now you see why you're here. Your mother's nicotine addiction has been broken, but only temporarily. If we don't treat the underlying anxiety, she'll undoubtedly go back to smoking, endangering her health, possibly contracting throat or lung cancer. And I'm sure you know that her mother died of lung cancer, so the risk to Jeannette is very real, and very lethal. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I guess, It makes sense," Mark replied nervously. "Good. The source of her anxiety is the failure of her marriage. Your mother has a very powerful sex drive, but due to her strict upbringing in a home run by an authoritarian father, she is, what we could call a submissive. She can't initiate sex." Mark thought for a Moment about the limited encounters he'd had over the years with his GrandDad and remembered overhearing his parents comments' about what an asshole he was. "Okay, so I get all that," he sighed. "But Doctor Morgan, I still don't see what that has to do with me. I'm her son, not her freakin' boyfriend!" Dr. Morgan smiled and her pale blue eyes seemed to darken to a deeper hue. "Since her husband-your father- left, she has no one to pursue her. Her libido is stuck and she's becoming increasingly frustrated. Deeply frustrated. Do you understand?" "Yeah, of course I understand," Mark snorted. "Nobody understands sexual frustration more than an eighteen year-old guy. And as I said, I have noticed Mom acting strange lately. Wearing more revealing clothes, and...looking pretty hot actually." He paused a moment to savor how gorgeous his mother looked kneeling at his feet in nothing but a black thong with her breasts on display. His dick twitched under his jeans. Dr. Morgan noticed and her grin widened almost imperceptibly. "I just never thought of my mother as being...sexually frustrated. I never thought of her sexually at all. You know, cause she's my Mom." "Never?" "Well, never when I'm awake. I've...had some interesting dreams about her in the past few weeks though." Another jump in his jeans. It was at times like this Mark hated being a teenage boy. He envied girls who could hide their arousal instead of having their raging hormones on display for the entire world. He hoped Dr. Morgan wouldn't think he was a pervert for getting a hard-on looking at his own mother. "Being a psychiatrist, you'd understand that I guess," he added. He glanced again at his mesmerized mother and noticed how beautiful she was. In her entranced state, she was radiant. For the first time in years, he had an opportunity to look at his mother as a man looks at a woman. No stolen glances during conversation. He drank in the sight of his mother's mature beauty and saw her in a completely different light. When he found his voice again, it was a little deeper. "Some sort of...Freudian...unconscious, obsession, I guess." "I get your drift," the lovely therapist replied with a broad smile. She deftly moved to kneel behind the loveseat with her hand resting on Mark's shoulder. Her perfume whispered of exotic desires. Dr Morgan's lips were just inches from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. At that particular Moment, it was hard to think of her as a doctor. "So you see Mark," she whispered. "Your mother needs you. Now more than ever. She needs a man and you're the man of the house now. She needs a firm hand, a dominant male. She needs someone to help her break free of the chains of her repressed desires before they bind her," Her voice hardened slightly. "And drag her back into addiction, back to smoking, to cancer... and death." "But why me, I mean, why can't she find someone else, some other guy?" Mark whined. "I'm her son for Chrissake, I can't...I just can't." Dr. Morgan squeezed his shoulders as if to encourage him. "You're the only man in her life. The divorce has left her socially crippled. All of her friends are his friends too. She can't face them, she's been humiliated. Isolated. Yes, she could start dating again, but how long would it take to find the right man, someone who knows what she needs? She doesn't have time, she's on the verge of relapse. And, despite the progress we've made, her self-esteem is still much too low to allow her to go out and find a new lover. She's been beaten down by years of emotional abuse, first by her father, then her husband. No, I'm afraid she's in no condition to find somebody else. And I'm desperately worried that, if we don't get these unfulfilled sexual needs out of the way, all of our progress will be lost. That's why I've brought you into our session today." "Mark I wouldn't dream of asking you to do this if I thought there was any other way. But there's only so much I can do through therapy and hypnosis. Something in her life has to change, or-" "Or she'll start smoking again," Mark finished the thought. "Cancer and death. When you put it that way, I guess the choice is obvious. It's wrong for me to...have sex with my mother, but it would be much worse to let her die of cancer. Right?" A smirk flickered across Dr Morgan's face. She knew the argument was more forceful when it came from within. She'd lead him toward the bridge, but Mark had already crossed it. 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. ~~~~~~ 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. 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". ~~~~~~~~~ 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.