8 comments/ 39663 views/ 28 favorites Grebnik By: rufriter "Ladies and Gentlemen, Good evening, and welcome to tonight's show. I am The Spell Master, and before we begin I would like to explain what you are about to witness." Adrian settled back in his seat and glanced at the vacant space beside him. This should be good. They had seen this guy's show on TV lots of times, and when his tour had been announced he had persuaded his Mom to go along to the Saturday night perdformance. There was something about seeing people making fools of themselves in public, even though his Mom scoffed and declared that it could never happen to her because only the weak minded could be hypnotised. When The Spell Master had called for volunteers Adrian had challenged her to prove her theory. After the entertainer had explained that even under hypnosis, although they may temporarily lose their dignity, nobody could be compelled to do anything that was against their deepest natural instincts, she had accepted her son's challenge. When the volunteers had joined him on stage, The Spell Master explained that whilst not everybody could be hypnotised, for reasons of public safety, the chosen subjects would be hypnotised offstage, to prevent any susceptible members of the audience being affected. At the conclusion of the performance, all hypnotic suggestions would be permanently removed, and the subjects would resume their normal lives, with no after effects whatsoever. The volunteers were led offstage, and for the next half hour the audience was entertained by a group of female acrobats performing seemingly impossible contortions. During the performance, some of the volunteers returned from backstage to resume their seats one by one, and to Adrian's amusement his Mom wasn't one of them. At the end of the acrobatic performance, The Spell Master led out the remaining subjects, eight in all including Adrian's Mom, and after seeing them seated on a row of chairs he picked up a microphone. "Let the fun begin! When I speak the magic word, you will fall into a deep sleep. When I clap my hands twice you will awaken feeling refreshed, and as I touch each of you on the shoulder you will obey whichever command I give you. When I clap my hands three times, you will become fully aware, but with no recollection of what took place." He turned to smirk mischievously at the audience. "That is until you hear the magic word again. For the benefit of our audience, we shall have a quick demonstration." Moving behind the chairs, he raised the microphone. "Grebnik!". Instantly eight heads drooped, and lifted again at the double handclap. He moved along the line, touching each on a shoulder in turn. "Hands up. Arms out. Left foot up. Tongue out...." Each command was obeyed instantly, and when they had all adopted the suggested pose, he clapped three times and the subjects looked at each other in bewilderment. Facing the audience to acknowledge the brief laughter and applause, he turned away again, then suddenly clutched at his chest and fell in a heap on the stage. The curtains closed hastily as attendants rushed to his aid, and after several minutes of confusion the stage manager pushed through the curtains and raised his hands. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologise for this unexpected interruption to your evening's entertainment. It appears that the star of our show has suffered a medical crisis. We are sure you will understand that under the circumstances we must bring your evening to a premature close. I ask you all to pray for a speedy recovery for The Spell Master, and for those of you who wish it, we offer a full refund at the ticket office, or if you prefer, a complimentary ticket to a future presentation of your choice. Thank you, and goodnight." Adrian waited for his Mom, and she linked her arm through his as they headed for the exit. "Oh that poor man," she said feelingly. "I hope he's OK." During the drive home, she was still upset about the onstage incident, and Adrian tried to distract her by talking about the acrobats, and their feats. She nodded. "Yes, it's harder than it looks. I used to be able to do some of that stuff when I was a girl." Her statement made him smile. It was hard to imagine his staid old Mom in some of those positions. Not that she was old, of course. After all at thirty nine she was only eighteen years older than him, but he had to admit she was pretty conservative, almost to the point of primness. He was disappointed that the show had been cancelled, because it could have been fun seeing her doing things outside her comfort zone. There was also something else niggling at his mind, but couldn't for the life of him think what. It wasn't until he was pulling into the driveway that it struck him. It was something the hypnotist had said at the beginning of the show, about hypnotic suggestions being removed. The show had been cut short, so what if the suggestions were still in her subconscious? Not that it mattered, because as The Spell Master had explained, nothing could happen without what he had called the 'magic word', and that was some weird made up foreign sounding word. The chances of anyone saying that out of the blue were too remote to be worth considering. As his Mom made coffee he thought through what little there had been of the performance. First there was that word, whatever it was, then the two hand claps. Next the touch on the shoulder, followed by the suggestion, and finally the triple clap. He struggled to think of the word, because if it worked it would be good to get his Mom to do something outlandishly ridiculous, even if she knew nothing about it. It had sounded sort of Russian - Kremlin or Sputnik or something. Then he had it. He looked at her as she sat on the couch sipping her coffee. "Mom, just out of curiosity, what was the most difficult of the acrobatic tricks you used to do?" She thought for a moment. "I was pretty good at most of them, but I think the hardest at first was tucking my legs under my arms, because I had a bit of a tummy at that age." Catching the gleam in his eye, she laughed and shook her head. "Don't even think of it! I'm way too old for that sort of thing now." That was totally the wrong thing for her to say, because he took it as a challenge. Before he knew it the word was out. "Grebnik." He hadn't really believed anything would happen, but she looked at him wide eyed for an instant, then her eyes closed and her head fell forward, and he had to dive frantically for her coffee mug before the scalding liquid spilled into her lap. Setting the drink on the coffee table he clapped his hands twice, and she opened her eyes and looked at him, her face expressionless. Leaning towards her he grinned and touched her shoulder. "Show me how you put your legs under your arms." With her face still blank she leaned back and raised her legs, and he stared in shock. He really hadn't thought this through properly, and he felt his cheeks flame in embarrassment as he looked at his mother's slim legs and her 'sensible' underpants. Somehow he had never thought of her as a woman, with a woman's 'parts' – she was just Mom. And now he couldn't tear his eyes away as he felt his cock stiffen. Hell, this was just wrong! She was his mother for fuck's sake! He shouldn't be thinking of her like this! She was still struggling to tuck her legs under his arms, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "OK." he said guiltily. "I'm convinced. You can stop now." She lowered her legs and replacing the coffee mug in her hand, he clapped three times. He face cleared, and she smiled at him and took a sip of her drink before putting the mug down. "It's a pity we missed the show. None of that hypnotism rubbish would ever work on me of course, but it would have been hilarious watching other people make fools of themselves." Clearly she had no recollection of even being on the stage. Although he heard her words, he could only think of what he had just seen, and even though he knew he was out of line, he wanted to see it again. "Grebnik." Eyes close. Clap clap. Eyes open. Shoulder touch. Kneeling in front of her he lifted up her skirt and stared at the dark shadow of her pubic hairs under the white cotton of her underpants. Carefully parting her legs he made out the thin line of her vagina. He licked his lips as an unexpected thought crossed his mind, and he wondered if he dared. "Go back to when you first had sex. Where are you, and what's happening?" Her voice was expressionless. "It's Saturday morning in summer. I'm lying on my bed in my p/j's reading one of those mildly naughty books. Mom is at work, and Dad is downstairs fixing a loose curtain rail. He's shouting at me to help him, but I don't want to because I'm just getting to the interesting part. He's shouting for me again, so I'm putting the book down and going downstairs. Dad's standing on a chair holding the rail in place and pointing to a screw on the floor. 'Pass me that screw please.' I'm bending down to pick it up, and I know he's looking down my top, trying to see my breasts. I know it shouldn't, but it excites me a little so I take my time, even though I know he can't really see anything." Adrian sucked in a sharp breath as his Mom paused. This was going better than he could have ever imagined. "OK, he's fastened the curtain rail, now what's happening?" He's off the chair and telling me he never realised how much I've grown. I like hearing it, just like any girl would. Now he's putting his hand on my breast over my p/j top. I want to tell him no, but I'm identifying with the girl in the book, and the words won't come out. Now his hand is inside my top, and though I know it's wrong it feels too nice to stop him." Her chest was heaving at the memory. "OK, what now?" He's unfastening my top and looking at my boobs. My nipples are getting hard, and he's putting his mouth on one. Oh god, I never knew anything could feel this good. I don't know how, but his hand is inside my p/j bottoms and he is feeling my pussy, making me wet. He's pushing me towards the couch, and I don't want him to, but I don't want him not to, and he's pulling my p/j's right off. Now I'm on the couch with my legs open and his mouth is on my pussy. He's licking my clit and it's almost driving me insane. I can feel myself ready to cum. Oh god, I need to cum so much." The word picture his Mom was painting had given him the biggest boner he had thought possible, and without thinking he stroked his finger up and down her panties, tracing her slit. "Awesome! What's he doing next?" "He's stopped licking me, and he's taking his pants and shorts off. Oh god! His cock looks huge! I know he wants to put it in me, but it looks too big. I don't think it will go in, but I want him to try. He's bringing it closer, and I'm a bit scared, but now it's against my pussy and he's pushing harder. Ouch! That hurt for a second but now he's inside me and it feels nice. My Daddy is sucking my tits and fucking me and I'm starting to cum. His cock feels so good sliding in and out, and I'm cumming so hard. I want the feeling to last for ever, but his cock is jerking and his cum is shooting inside my pussy." Her breathing was really heavy now, and Adrian looked at the growing wet patch on her pants, and inhaled the pungent scent of his mother's cum. He so much wanted to put his cock in her and listen to her moaning as he fucked her, but it wouldn't be right to do it while she was unaware of what was happening. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her to know and feel it. He wanted her to know she was being fucked by her son, and he wanted her to enjoy being fucked by her son as much as or more than she had enjoyed being fucked by her father. The trick was to find a way without scaring her off or turning her against him. He adjusted her skirt, and crossed to the doorway to put some space between them to allay any suspicions she might have, he clapped three times. She looked across at him and he smiled when she gasped and clamped her thighs together. Moving quickly so his actions would hide his hard on he closed the gap between them and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Looks like you dozed off Mom. I just came in to say goodnight. Why don't you go to bed?" Behind the closed door of his room he dropped his jeans and shorts, and lay on his bed slowly stroking his erection as he thought of what she had unknowingly told him. His thick hot cum fountained into the air, and splattered down onto his belly, and after stripping off his tee shirt to clean up the mess, he rolled into bed. For the next hour he lay in the dark, trying to think of ways to achieve his goal, and by the time he was ready to sleep he had a half formed plan. He woke early to the smell of coffee and frying bacon, and the sound of his mother singing. Quickly donning his jeans, he went into the kitchen. She was standing at the stove, singing as she cracked eggs into the frypan, and he winced as she hit a bad note. "Morning Mom, you're in a good mood this morning." She turned her head and beamed at him. "Good morning sweetie. I know, I haven't slept so well in I don't know how long. You up for some bacon eggs and beans?" He grinned and pulled out a chair. "Only if there's coffee to go with it." She set out two loaded plates and two steaming mugs, then pulled out the chair opposite. "I don't know why but I'm ravenous this morning." He smiled across the table as she shovelled the food into her mouth. She was wearing a long woollen robe fastened tightly over what he thought of as a 'Granny nightie' – calf length and with a lace collar fastened at the throat. Her 'sensible' clothes, like her panties last night, and what she was wearing now, he reflected, were probably why he had never noticed her as a woman. He knew she needed to dress modestly in her job as a dental receptionist, but there was no reason be so conservative outside work hours. It was really little wonder his father had walked out all those years ago. OK, so he had always had a roving eye, but at the same time who wants to be married to a frump? She kept up a constant stream of chatter as he ate, but his mind was on other things, so he simply nodded and inserted the occasional 'Uh huh'. When they had finished eating he put the first part of his plan into action. Picking up the coffee mugs he led the way into the living room, knowing she would follow. As she took a seat on the couch he stood looking down at her and spoke the word. The instant her eyes closed, he clapped and touched her shoulder. "Don't you think it's a bit too warm for a robe?" When she didn't move it occurred to him that perhaps she would only respond to direct commands. "Maybe you should take it off." Obediently her fingers moved to the buttons, and she stood to remove the robe before resuming her seat. He could feel his cock beginning to respond as he studied the swell of her smallish breasts. Her nipples were more prominent than he had expected, with the brown of their surrounding areolae just discernible under the fabric of her nightdress. He knew that in her trance like state he could easily lift her nightdress and look at his mother, but that wasn't part of the game. He wanted her to reveal herself, and now that he knew that he was in control he was in no hurry. The more he delayed, the sweeter it would be. "How often did you have sex with your dad?" he asked gently. "Whenever we could, except at that time of the month." "How did you feel about that?" "It was wonderful. Daddy made me feel beautiful and special. We knew we weren't supposed to do it, but that just made it better." "Did he always come to your room?" "Mostly, but if Mom was at work we did it in the living room, or wherever we felt like." "I see. Did you ever do it outside the house.?" "Yes, we did it in the car a couple of times, but it was too uncomfortable and risky, so after that it was always at home." Adrian was beginning to really enjoy the interrogation, so he continued to stretch it out. "Did your Dad ever ask you to suck his cock?" "Yes." "Did you like it?" "Not at first, but after a few times I started to look forward to it." "Did you always wear p/j's to bed?" "I did then, but after a while he bought me a nightie because he said it would make it easier." This was the opening he had been waiting for. "Show how it made it easier." He held his breath as she rose and drew her nightdress off over her head and sat down again. Oh god! This was awesome! Her breasts were surprisingly firm, with almost no sag. Surmounted by tight erect nipples, they looked to be around 34B. Her waist was trim, and her stomach was pleasantly rounded accentuating her deep navel. Naturally enough, what drew his attention though was her pussy. Surrounded by a sparse patch of short brown curls, it was much neater than he would have thought, almost virginal, with the merest hint of a clit peeping from between not quite symmetrical pouting lips. It seemed hard to believe that a pussy so small had produced a child, although the faded stretch marks said otherwise. Resisting the temptation to slip a finger into her, he put his hands on her knees, easing them apart. "Geez," he breathed, "I can understand why your Dad loved fucking you. Your pussy and tits are awesome. How long was he fucking you?" "Until my son was nine. We had to stop because it was getting too dangerous, and we were nearly caught." He sat back on his heels in shock. That was one answer he certainly hadn't expected. As it sank in he did a quick calculation. He had been seven years old when his father left, so that meant his grandfather had been fucking his daughter before, during, and after her marriage. The way she had phrased her reply set him thinking. From the beginning he had assumed that his Mom knew it was him asking the questions, even though she had no hesitation in replying, but she had said 'Until my son was nine', rather than 'Until you were nine', so that could put a whole new slant on how things went from here. "Christ, as long as that? Was that why..." he almost said 'my father', but he corrected himself just in time, and started again. Was that why your husband left? Was he the one who nearly caught you?" "No, it was my son. He came home from school early one day just as Dad was coming out of my room. My husband left because he couldn't keep it in his pants, not that he was much good in bed. Besides, he never wanted the responsibility of being a father. He never knew about Dad and me." This statement presented another possibility that Adrian didn't want to think about, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Besides, there was another question just begging to be asked. "OK, what about your son? How do you feel about him?" "I love him of course. He's my son and my rock." The 'rock' reference pleased him. "That's nice to know, but are you attracted to him? Physically?" "Any woman would find him physically attractive." He sighed in exasperation. "Put it this way. Would you like him to do what your Dad did? After all incest clearly doesn't worry you, so would you like your son to fuck you?" "Yes I would." His cock nearly burst his jeans at the admission. "OK, how long have you wanted him to fuck you?" "Too long. He could have had me any time since his eighteenth birthday." "So why don't you let him know?" "I'm afraid. He might be disgusted or think I was too old. Besides, he's never looked at me in that way. As a woman with needs." He almost yelled with triumph. She had just played right into his hands. "You're wrong. He would never be disgusted, and you're certainly not too old. And he probably would look at you that way if you dressed more appealingly. You are a very attractive woman but you don't dress like one, and your hairstyle is too severe." He knew he could fuck her right now, but she wouldn't remember, and besides, when he did fuck her he had no intention of pulling out, so finding her cunt full of cum might cause problems. Instead he told her "Maybe you should put your nightdress and robe back on now. When you wake up you won't remember anything, but you'll start looking for ways to seduce your son." He took a final good hard look at her tits and pussy as she pulled her nightie on and then her robe, and as an afterthought he added "It might help if you shave your cunt." He clapped as she sat down again, and she looked up at him with a bright smile. Her gaze moved downwards, and suddenly remembering he had a raging hard on he turned away. "Breakfast was great Mom. I'm going to hit the shower." Grebnik Standing under the warm spray he leaned back against the wall, jerking his cock vigorously until his cum splattered on the tiles and slithered down the drain. Dressed in clean clothes and underwear, he went into the living room to find his Mom still sitting on the couch. Her robe was open and folded out to the sides, and the hem of her normally calf length nightdress was pulled up almost to the knee. The three buttons which had held her lace collar fastened tightly around her throat were unfastened, revealing just a suggestion of cleavage, and her erect nipples were pushing against the fabric. She indicated two fresh mugs of coffee, and when he took one she arched her eyebrows suggestively, patting the cushion beside her. He flashed her a grin, satisfied that everything was going according to plan. It seemed at least ninety percent certain she was his for the taking, but he didn't intend to take her just yet. Now that he knew how long she had lusted for him, simply being horny wasn't enough. He wanted her so hot for him that she would agree to almost anything, so long as she could feel him inside her hungry twat. He wanted her to earn his cock. Disarranging her clothing the way she had was, he was sure, as far as she would go for now in attempting to seduce him as he had suggested. It was possible that she wasn't entirely convinced by his assurances, so having gone this far she was waiting for him to make the next move. Even though she was sitting up close, with her thigh pressed against his, there remained a ten percent chance that without the uninhibiting influence of hypnosis, she might get cold feet and reject his advances at the crucial moment. That could undo all the work he had put in, and maybe even damage their already close mother-son relationship beyond repair. Their love for and respect each other was stronger than his lust for her, and it wasn't worth risking that on the possibly mistaken belief that she truly did want him to fuck her. Better to wait and see how far she would go, and hope that she would commit herself to the point where she couldn't back down. He came out of his reverie when he realised she was talking to him. "Sorry Mom, I missed that. I was miles away." She smiled and laid a hand on his knee. "I asked it you have anything planned for today. Anything, you know, different?" He looked at her hand then at her face. Her eyes had an odd gleam in them. "Hell Mom, since when have you known me to make plans for a Sunday? You know I always veg out." Her face lit up, and her hand tightened on his knee. "OK, I was thinking maybe we could do something, um, special. You know, just the two of us." He thought quickly, then nodded. "Yeah, why not? I'll tell you what, you go get showered and dressed, and I'll take my favourite lady to lunch and an afternoon movie." That 'favourite lady' bit was a nice touch. It might encourage her to think that her hints were having some effect. "We can pick up dinner on the way home, or if you prefer we can eat out again." Her face showed her disappointment. He guessed it must have taken her a lot of courage to go as far as she had, only to have him not notice. She rose from the couch reluctantly. "OK then. If that's what you want." Despite her obvious disappointment, the afternoon went well. His Mom seemed to enjoy his company more than usual. In the dark of the cinema she even took his hand, on one occasion holding it in her lap, tantalisingly close to her sex. After the movie they went window shopping, then had dinner and shared a bottle of wine at a rather overcrowded but obviously popular restaurant. The evening was well advanced when they arrived home, and uncharacteristically she kicked off her shoes at the door, and walked barefoot into the living room, ignoring her slippers beside the couch. Taking off her jacket she turned to face him, and he saw that for the first time ever her nipples were stiffly outlined against her blouse, making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Another first. "I'm going to make myself more comfortable," she declared, slurring slightly. He watched her head for her room. Apparently the wine had loosened her up more than he would have thought, because she had never acted this way before. When she returned she was wearing only her nightdress, and with a faint smile she took a seat on the couch. "It's close to bedtime, so I thought I may as well get ready" she commented, a little too casually. 'What the hell' Adrian thought as he looked at the swell of her breasts. 'I may as well give myself something to wank to.' He spoke the word and went through the now familiar routine. "You have the house to yourself." he said quietly. "There will be nobody home for hours and you are reading a story in an erotic 'confessions' magazine. You have tried to ignore the tingling in your pussy, but it doesn't work and now you are totally aroused." He paused for a moment as her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. "Now do what you usually do when nobody can see you." She reached down and pressed rhythmically at her crotch for a few seconds, then slowly pulled her nightdress up to reveal her pussy, already glistening with evidence of her arousal. Parting her legs she spread the lips and pressed a fingertip to her erect clit, rubbing gently at first then more firmly, then with a sudden movement she pushed two fingers deep into her crack. Adrian watched breathless as his mother worked vigorously, and he put his hand down to squeeze his throbbing erection. This was better than any porno video, because he could hear her heavy breaths and smell her exotic scent. "Do you have any toys?" he asked in a whisper. "Yes." "Good, fetch what you have and bring it here." Obediently she left the room, and returned less than a minute later with a slim vibrator, and an eight inch dildo with a suction cup on the base. Selecting the latter he fixed it to the glass top of the coffee table near one corner. "Take your nightie off." When she had complied he indicated the dildo. "Good, now show how you use that." His pulse raced at the erotic sight of the rubber phallus pushing open his Mom's vulva, as she lowered herself until all eight inches were inside her. For ten minutes he watched her plunge up and down on the substitute cock, tits wobbling uncontrollably until she suddenly gasped and shuddered in orgasm, as her cum flooded out and down onto the coffee table. She sat quietly for another minute or two, gyrating her cunt slowly on the buried dildo, and then she lifted herself off with a long drawn out sigh. "Fucking awesome." he murmured almost reverently. "You'd better put your toys away and then come and put your nightie back on." He watched her naked butt as she left the room with her cum oozing stickily down her thighs. Hurrying to the laundry basket, he took out a soiled tee shirt and used it to clean the table, and when she returned he mopped up the mess between her legs. After she donned her nightdress he woke her. "That wine must have really got to you," he remarked. "you nodded off again. I think you'd better go sleep it off." They each headed to their own rooms, where he again beat his meat, desperate for release. The following day at work wasn't very productive for him because he was totally unable to concentrate, as he tried to ignore his seemingly constant erection. Minutes before finishing time his boss handed him a large order, and told him that since he had done virtually nothing all day, it was only fair that he stay back to process the necessary documentation. He was not in the best of moods when he finally arrived home almost two hours later, and he barely glanced at the attractive stranger seated on the couch. A split second later he looked again. "MOM? Holy shit you look amazing!" She stood up with a delighted chuckle, and did a slow awkward pirouette in the unaccustomed high heels. "I thought I'd treat myself. Do you like it?" "Like it? You are absolutely beautiful!" She had really gone full out on his suggestion about her clothes. He took her hands and looked her up and down. He was right, she was beautiful. Her customary calf length business skirt had been replaced by a slightly flared skirt that stopped midway down her bare thighs. This was topped by a light vee necked blouse, and her hair fell around her shoulders in soft brown waves. Gone was the severe white or flesh toned bra, and clearly outlined underneath her blouse was a red lace number that enticingly accentuated her breasts. Unable to resist, he reached and cupped one of the firm mounds. Making no move to discourage him she looked down at his hand. "Just what do you think you're doing? I'm your mother." "I couldn't resist seeing how they felt." He paused a moment, realising it was only a token protest because it was expected, then squeezed almost imperceptibly. "Are you mad at me?" She shook her head slowly. "Not really, they're only breasts. I'm more surprised. It's been years since anyone touched them. I'd forgotten how it felt." "OK, so do you like how it feels?" She thought for a moment. "Honestly? Yes I do, but I'm not supposed to let my son touch me like this." He began to move his hand, stroking firmly and insistently. "Maybe, but doesn't that make it more exciting?" There was no reply, nor did she protest when his free hand began to unbutton her blouse. "I want to see them, OK?" He peeled her blouse from her shoulders and pushed a hand inside the cup of her bra. Her nipple stiffened against his palm, and her breathing quickened. All of his previous intentions of making her wait were pushed aside, as he lifted first one breast and then its twin from their confinement. He lowered his mouth to a tightly puckered nipple, and she sighed in surrender, pressing his head tighter to her chest. Keeping up his relentless sucking and caressing, Adrian unfastened the side fastening of her skirt, and let it drop to in a circle around his mother's feet. His hand cupped and stroked her panty covered sex, and she offered no resistance as he guided her backwards and down onto the couch. He closed her legs momentarily to permit him to slide her flimsy red lace trimmed briefs down her legs, and he tossed them to join the matching bra on the floor with her skirt. Parting her legs again he sighed with pleasure when he saw she had adopted the last of his suggestions. Her pussy and the entire surrounding area had been shaved meticulously. Pearly drops of moisture were already beading along the neat dividing line of her slit, and unable to hold back he leaned in and fastened his mouth over the silky smooth flesh. Her hips lifted and a gasp burst from her as his tongue parted the lips and found her clit, lapping greedily at the exotic nectar. "Oh god! Oh! Oh yes!" Her fingers entangled in his hair, urging his invading tongue deeper as she bucked against his face, coating his cheeks with her free flowing essences. The intensity of her orgasm surprised them both, and she emitted a keening wail as her cum flooded his mouth. He sat back on his haunches and studied her face, twisted with not quite satisfied lust. Now there was no doubting her readiness. His patient terseverence had paid off, and now he had her too aroused to refuse him. Stripping off his clothes he moved between her thighs and placed his cock against the open petals of her flower. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She nodded her head, and he strained to hear her whispered "Yes." "Say it louder. Let me hear you say it." "Yes. I want you to fuck me." He looked down to watch his cock push between the smooth lips of her bald cunt, and her arms and legs went around him, imprisoning him, crushing his chest against her tits. "Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh god yes!' After that she was silent except for the primeval moans of her passion as son fucked mother, and mother fucked son in a sensual dance as old as time. For an eternity of long minutes they strove against each other, gasping, panting, straining until her cum was pouring out around his shaft, and his cum was filling the liquid recesses of her cunt. As he withdrew she smiled and sat up. "Oh my god Adrian, that was wonderful. You have no idea how long I have wanted that." They sat in satisfied silence for several minutes before she grinned and dropped a bombshell. "I'm so glad we don't need to bother with that 'Grebnik' rubbish any more." He looked at her without comprehending. "What do you mean?" She laughed. "I knew what you were up to right from the start. I told you I can't be hypnotised." He recalled how she had hesitated when he first spoke the 'magic' word, but he still wasn't quite convinced. "But I saw you on stage." His Mom nodded. "Yes I know. For years he has been making fools of people, so I thought it would be fun to make a fool of him for a change. I saw how the others reacted when he was hypnotising them before the show, so when it was my turn I copied them. I went through the demonstration on the stage to keep him convinced. I deliberately sat in the middle so he could play his tricks on a couple of the others, and then when he got to me instead of doing what he told me, I was going to ask him if he intended to pay us all the money he promised in cash." Adrian laughed. "I would love to see that. In a way it's a good thing he keeled over when he did, because if it had happened when you sprung the trick on him you would never have forgiven yourself." he paused when she nodded her agreement, then continued. "Why did you pretend it worked with me?" She shrugged. "It was just a bit of fun to see what you would do. After the gymnastic thing I thought that was it. I had no thought of where it might lead. When you did it a second time and lifted my skirt it got me thinking. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time, so this seemed like an easy way to lead you up to it." "You could have asked." "No I couldn't. A mother can't simply tell her son she wants him to put his cock in her, any more than a son can tell his mother he wants to fuck her. I had to lead you into it, and when I was telling you about my Dad I saw you get hard and I knew I had a chance." He had to smile at the irony. He had thought he was seducing her, when all along it had been the other way round. The whole time she had been talking she had been playing with her nipples with one hand, and fingering her hairless slit with the other. Finally she shrugged and smiled as she saw his cock stiffen again. "All's well that ends well hey? Now that's enough talk. Bring that cock here and let me suck it."