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Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 02

By: SheriffBart



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Says who?" Mark replied flippantly. 

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

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

"Mark that's not fair, I-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

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

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

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

"What, is Karen knocked up?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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


Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 02



"Good. Oh, one more thing, " he added. He bent down, kissed her on the neck and whispered the first command in her ear. Jeanette's chin dropped to her chest in an instant. She didn't respond as he jumped and pumped his fist in exhilaration. Didn't respond as he snapped his fingers in front of her face. She was ready. 

"Excellent. Thank you, Doctor Morgan. Okay Mom, can you hear me?"

"Yes, " she replied in a quiet monotone.

"Good. Listen carefully," he continued, doing his best imitation of Dr. Morgan's velvety soft voice. "When you awake, you will be consumed with loneliness and frustration. Sexual frustration. Your husband is still gone and your son, who you love deeply, who had taken his place, has been away at college. He went away to school and left you all alone with no one to take care of your needs. You miss him so much you can hardly stand it. Even worse, you're afraid you'll start smoking again to deal with the anxiety. You don't know how you've held out so long, but you're so lonely and horny, you're afraid that any day now, you're going to crack. And go back to smoking three packs a day and risk getting cancer like your mother did. So alone, so horny. 

You were so lonely that you got drunk. And in your drunken state, you were just about to go and get s pack of...Kools. But the phone rang and it was Mark and he's on his way home for the weekend! 

"You can hardly wait to be with him again, to feel his arms around you, to feel his hard cock inside you. You'd do ANYTHING for him because you know he loves you and would do anything for you. Even if he comes home with his roommate. You don't care. He's back and you need him, can't live without him. When you wake up, you'll be consumed with lust, and frustration, but also happy because Mark is home...and slightly drunk. Do you understand Jeanette?"

"Yes."

"Good," he added. He paused and thought about where he should be when she woke up. "I shouldn't be standing here", he mused. If I just came home with my roommate, we should be in my room or downstairs. Wonder if I can do a time-delayed wake-up command. Guess I'll have to give it a shot. He quickly re-checked the paper to make damn sure he got it right. Then he whispered the waking command in her ear and touched her lightly on the forehead as Dr. Morgan had done, and quickly but quietly left the room. 

When he darted back into his room, Ben was sitting at Mark's laptop watching a XXX-rated video online. He jumped and turned when Mark bounded into the room

"Whoa! How about a little warning next time," he shouted. "What the fuck, man, where did you go? I um...got bored. And since you got me all worked up thinking about this new sexy secret of yours, I figured I'd take a peek at some of my own. My favorite porn site. Heh he," he laughed weakly. 

"Speaking of which, what the hell is this thing and what's your Mom got to do with it? Did you steal her credit card and order us a couple of call girls?"

"Will you shut up for a second?" Mark interrupted, speaking at twice his normal pace. "Look. My Mom is on her way, but she's...a little tipsy. She got nervous and started drinking to calm her nerves and she had a little too much. So when she gets here, she may say some crazy stuff. It's the bourbon talking. Just...humor her, and follow my lead. Okay, shithead?"

"Dude, what the fuck are you TALKING about? You STILL haven't told me what your hot, sexy secret is and what the hell it has to do with your—Oh, holy shit."

Mark saw the look of shock on Ben's face and turned toward the door just as Jeanette sauntered in. She looked a little unsteady on her feet, but still drop-dead gorgeous in the sheer nightie, garters and stockings. When she saw, him, she threw her arms wide and lunged awkwardly in his direction.

"Mark, you're home! Oh, thank God, I've mished you sho much! Sho much baby. It's been so long"

She draped herself around him, clinging to him and clasped his face in her hands. "Ohh baby, I need you soo bad, so bad. I been sho loonley," she whined. She got her balance, stepped back and cupped her breasts. "Didja miss me? Didja missyer Mommy? You wanna suck on Mommy's titties, doncha baby?" She heard the whistle come from her right and turned to face Mark's wide-eyed companion."

"Oohhh and I see you brought your roomie home with you."

Ben's face went from shock to confusion and Mark signaled with the thumb and pinky to mouth motion; the universal signal for 'drunk'. Ben nodded and said

"Yes, Mrs. Wilson, I'm Mark's roommate. And uh, he's been dying to see you again. He was just telling me about his sexy secret and-

"My secret passion for my hot Mom," Mark interrupted. "The sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. My secret sub-slut. But I made Ben PROMISE not to tell anyone else. Right Ben?"

"Fuckin' A right! I mean, Yes! Yes he did, Mrs. Wilson. My lips are sealed." He got up and walked over to stand beside Mark and Jeanette. "But they'd rather be sealed around those tig'ol bitties."

"Who's a bitty," Jeanette slurred. "Mark, you tell your roommate to stop calling me nasty names," she whined. 

"We haven't even begun to call you nasty names, Mom," Mark leered. You look like a desperate whore in that slutty outfit. You look fucking awesome."

"Mmmmmgood," Jeanette purred. "Cause I am desperate. I need you baby, I need your big, hard cock. I don't even care if Ben watches" She did a slow, almost-graceful turn making the sheer nighty swirl as she did so. "So Ben, dyou like whatchu see?" When she caught his eyes again, he was grinning, eyes twinkling like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh I like! Mrs Wilson, you are a true honest-to-God MILF."

Puzzled frown wrinkled her brow. "Whassa MILF?"

"A Mother, I'd love...to fuck" he said lustily. He rubbed the front of his dockers which were rapidly tenting.

"Well, I'm flattered, young man. But Mark beachu to it. He's my fav'rite motherfucker. He's been fucking me like crazy before he want off to college and lef' me all alone. But he's back home now, and I'm gonna let him fuck me right here, right now. You can watch if you want."

"Mom, that would be rude," Mark chided. "Didn't you always tell me to share my toys with my friends?" She nodded clumsily. "Well, Ben is my best friend, and you're my favorite toy." Her face it up in a dazzling smile. "So it would be rude to make him watch while we play, wouldn't it?"

She frowned and pouted. "I guessho son. But...Ben is a goo' looking young man. Maybe he doesn't want to play with an old lady like me? Maybe he's bashful and doesn' wanna get involved."

"Trust me Mrs. Wilson, that won't be a problem". Ben said as he stepped closer. 

Mark came in from behind trapping his entranced mother between him and Ben. "Just relax, Mom and be your slutty, submissive self. Ben, as you've probably figured out, Mom here is my sexy little secret. It turns out my Mom is a sub-slut. She can't say no, and she likes it rough."

"Hot damn, bro," Ben leered."You are one lucky bastard." 

They began to grope her from both sides at once with Mark planting kisses on his mother's neck and humping her ass. Ben busied himself groping her tits.

Jeanette moaned loudly as the sensations from the boy's strong young hands fed her trance-induced lust melted the last of her inhibitions. She reached for their crotches and began rubbing their hard cocks through their pants.

"A sub-slut, huh?" Said Ben. "Then she won't mind if I pull this bra off," he said as he unfastened the front clip and lets the lacy bra snap open and drop to the floor. "And help myself to these 'Tig Ol Bitties'!" He lowered his mouth, sucked her entire left aureola into his mouth, and groped the other breast hard.

"Ohhhh Yessh, Ben honey, that feels sho goood," Jeanette moaned. She felt her head spinning with lust and innebriation as she gave herself over to the moment. Her pussy was already drooling, her labia a pouting, hungry flower. 

Mark reached down and groped his mother's big firm, round butt cheeks, kneading them and working his way down the center of her crack, hunting for the sweet valley at the bottom. 

Ben took one hand from Mrs. Wilson's breast and slid it down over her slight tummy until he felt her soft pubes. He cupped her mound and began rubbing, feeling he hard nub of her clitoris. Jeanette moaned loudly, spread her legs a little and began humping his hand. 

That gave Mark the opening he needed and he worked his fingers past her asshole and slid easily into the bottom of her hot, wet pussy. He crouched a bit for leverage and slid two fingers deep into her slick hole.

"Oh fuck!" Jeanette gasped. "Oh yes boys. I'm all yours! I need it so bad. Gimme those hard young dicks!"

She started fumbling with Ben's pants and managed to unfasten his belt and unzip his fly. In seconds, she had fished his thick hard cock out into the open and began squeezing and stroking it, thrilling to the feeling of its heat and hardness in her hand.

Mark broke off his fingering his mother's pussy long enough to step back, unfasten his jeans, and lower his pants and briefs. Then he stepped forward, placing his thick 8" cock straight up trapping it between the cheeks of Jeanette's sexy ass.

The sensation of the two hard young cocks touching her body made Jeanette's heart pound in her chest and she began licking her lips wantonly.

"Oh God, you boys'r gonna drive me crazy with those hot, hard cocks," she gasped. "Mmmm, lemme have 'em!" 

She dropped to her knees and positioned herself between her son and his 'roommate'. She took a moment to savor the sight of her two young lovers standing on either side of her offering her their proud, throbbing dicks. Ben's was not as long as her son's but it was thicker and uncircumcised. She'd never seen an uncut penis before and the sight thrilled her. Somehow it just looked more lewd. She jerked it back and forth watching the foreskin roll back and expose the big pink head. She looked up at him with her eyes aflame and slowly licked the pre-cum from the head.

Ben groaned as he took in the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, his best friend's Mom on her knees fisting and licking his cock.

Mark reached over and put his hand on Jeanette's head, turned it toward him, and thrust his cock toward her mouth. There was no hesitation as she opened wide and, for the third time that day, allowed her son to shove his hard cock deep into her mouth. Mark began fucking his mother's beautiful face, withdrawing the entire length and letting it hover inches from her lips before shoving it back in. Jeanette sucked and gasped in time with her son's thrusts. Ben broke off Jeanette's stroking of his dick and took the opportunity to rid himself of his dockers and boxers. 

"My turn, bro," Ben said as he reached down, grabbed Jeanette's face and pulled it toward him."Based on what I'm seeing Mrs. Wilson, I'm pretty sure you can take the whole thing. And now that the pants are out of the way," he added as he stepped forward and aimed for her mouth. Jeanette reached around and clasped her hands on his ass, took a deep breath and opened wide. Ben slowly pushed past her lips, moaning and cursing as his cock disappeared into her mouth. 

"Holy shit, Mrs. Wilson...that feels fucking incredible!" He ground his cock into her mouth, feeling her nose press against him. He pulled out to let her get a gasp of air, but before he knew it, she had grabbed his ass and pulled him back in and was sliding her tongue under his balls.

"Oh I don't fucking believe this! What a hungry cougar whore she is!" Ben let himself go and gave the older woman what she wanted, driving his cock deep into her mouth repeatedly, grinding his balls against her chin until he was at the brink. He grabbed her hair and shoved her head backwards. A long bridge of pre-cum and drool arched from her lips to his dick as it sprang from her mouth. He gasped and raised his hands to signal Time Out. "Jesus Mrs Wilson, you almost made me shoot my load right down your throat!" 

She took his cock in her hand and gave it a few quick tugs. "And that would be a bad thing, because?" she purred seductively. 

"Because he hasn't gotten to fuck you yet, you silly bitch," growled Mark as he grabbed his mother by the arm and pulled her to her feet. 

"Oww Mark! Don' be sho rough," she whined, as he dragged her toward the bed. 

"Shut up bitch, you know you like it rough," he snapped. "You told me yourself." He backed her up against his bed, and pulled the nighty from her shoulders leaving her in just her nylons and garter belt. He pushed her hard and she fell back on the bed.

"Show my uh, roommate what I've been missing since I went away to college. Show Ben what a sexy ass you have."

"Yeshirr," Jeanette purred. She looked at the two horny young studs brazenly and slowly turned to kneel on her elbows and knees in the middle of Mark's bed. She spread her knees and arched her ass so they could get a good view of her stocking-clad legs, her big round sexy ass, and that hot pussy in the middle. Her dark pubes were glistening from the finger-fucking her son had given her. Her labia were swollen and wet, just begging to be invaded. She reached behind her and began to stroke it, sliding three fingers deep into her hungry cunt. She moaned with pleasure and pure lust. 

"You want it boys? " she purred. "You want some of Mommy's hot pussy? "

"Oh baby!" Ben moaned. "Face on the bed, ass in the air, just like in Hustler." He practically leaped onto the bed, planted himself behind Jeanette and grabbed her hips. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his thick hard cock, and guided it into her opening. He pulled on her broad hips, breathing deeply, savoring the ecstatic sensation of having his cock enveloped in her hot, wet pussy. It wasn't the tightest he'd ever had, but it was exhilarating just the same. Her moans made it all the more thrilling. In three more thrusts, he was buried to the hilt with her ass nestled against his groin.

"Oooohh fuck, Mrs Wilson, that feels fucking incredible!"

Mark walked up behind him and gave him a dope slap to the head. "She's not 'Mrs. Wilson' here douche bag," he snickered. "You can call her that at the PTA meeting. In here," he added as he climbed onto the bed in front of his mother and knelt in front of her face. "She's just our slutty, cum-hungry cougar." 

He pulled her hair lifting her head upward. She gasped and rose up on her hands and knees and looked up at him with eyes full of love, lust and utter submission. She was gasping with each hard thrust delivered from Ben pounding her from behind. She licked her lips in anticipation of having both sets of labia wrapped around hard cocks.

"I'm sorry I had to leave you all by yourself for so long, Mom," he said with a wicked grin."But I'm home now and I'm about to make it up to you." He grabbed her hair tightly in both fists and pulled her face forward to meet his thrusting cock. Her submissive reflex was to open wide suck it hungrily into her mouth. "This is what you've been dying for isn't it Mom?" Jeanette moaned deeply around her son's cock and sucked harder, swirling her tongue under the shaft.

"Oh fuck!" Ben swore as he started pounding Jeanette in earnest. He slapped her big ass hard and slammed his cock deep into her pussy. The hard slap to her ass thrilled her and she thrust back against his assault, taking his all and wanting more. It wasn't long before Jeanette's moans around Mark's cock became more urgent. She started shuddering and bucking harder against Ben's thick deep-drilling dick, and quickly began convulsing through her first orgasm. 

She didn't know if it was because of the effects of the bourbon, the intense loneliness and lust she'd felt just before entering the room, or the sheer brazen nastiness of letting her son's friend fuck her on his bed, and she didn't really care. She just knew it was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, eclipsed only by the one she'd experienced a few hours ago when her son took her brutally on Dr. Morgan's couch. 

That experience had been the lewdest thing she'd ever done. This was even nastier. That realization, augmented by the very real sensation of Mark's hands in her hair and his hard cock fucking her mouth, launched another orgasm and she almost gagged as she tried to give voice to the pleasure that racked her body. It was more than Ben could handle and he announced he was going to cum.

"Not down there, you're not!" Mark barked. "No sloppy seconds for this Momma's boy." He pulled his cock from his mother's throat, leaving a massive slime trail hanging from her chin. "Up here, buddy boy. Bust a nut on her face. She loves that, don't you mother?"

"Oh yes," she gasped, as she turned to look over her shoulder for Ben's gift. "Give it to me baby. Shoot it in my mouth, all over my face!"

Ben took a deep breath and pulled out from the awesome ass he'd been pounding. He rushed to position himself on the bed beside Jeanette just in time for his first volley to erupt and splash against her cheek. 

She quietly turned up her face and looked up at him as she slid her fist over his spurting dick and began jerking it furiously. After taking a five streams of cum on the side of her beautiful face, Jeanette opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch the rest as she continued to pump, squeezing every last drop from Ben's organ. 

"Holy shit, Mrs Wil- I mean, Mrs. Nasty Bitch," Ben gasped."You really are horny sub-slut, aren't you? That was fucking awesome." 

Jeanette smiled up at Ben. She cupped and fondled his balls and sucked his softening dick deep into her mouth. When she let it go, she looked up at him, parted her lips and let a large wad pool on her lips, then roll slowly down her chin.

"Mmmm, thank you Ben," she purred. "Yummy cum." She made quite a display of wiping his mess from her face and slurping her gooey fingers clean before licking her lips to get the last of it. 

A gentle tug on her thick dark hair told her Mark wanted her now. She turned her attention to her son who was looking down at her with an odd mix of lust and pride. 

"Like I said. She's just our cum-hungry MILF bitch. Want some more cock, Mother dear?" 

Before she could respond, he pulled her by the arm, roughly rolled her over onto her back, reached down and positioned her knees so they were splayed wide. "And even if you don't, we're not done with you yet."

He positioned himself on his hands and knees and leaned down to kiss her tenderly on the lips, tasting the remains of his friend's cum still on her skin. His cock dangled just inches from her wide open pussy. He lowered it slowly letting it slide along her wet opening, teasing her. "Tell me what you want, Mom." he whispered. 

"Mark, stop teasing me," she whined. "You know damn well what I want! I've been dying to feel you inside me again, baby. I need your big, hard cock in my pussy!" Ben's using her pussy had dimmed her lust somewhat, but she still felt a powerful driving need for Mark's cock. She thrust her mound upwards and moaned, "Give it to to me son. Fuck me good & hard!" 

Gripped with pure animal lust, spurred on my his dear mother's lewd words, Mark placed his right hand over Jeanette's throat and pinned her neck to the bed. She gasped, her eyes aflame with passion. She couldn't talk now, but her lips still clearly mouthed the words, "fuck me!" Needing no more prompting, Mark dropped his hips and powered his thick eight inches down into his mother's pussy, burying it balls deep in one hard thrust. Jeanette gasped at the force with which her son invaded the womb from which he had come.

Mark gave her what she wanted, what he wanted, and fucked her like a machine, driving his length into her with all the strength of his powerful young body. He growled and grunted, calling her filthy names and choking out any reply of her own as he pounded her to and through two more intense orgasms. 




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 02



From the corner of his eye he noticed a flash and realized Ben was taking pictures on his cell phone. He looked over and smiled at the camera as he brutally fucked his moaning, thrashing slut who used to be his respectable middle class mother. 

"Hey Mom, look over there. Smile for the camera" Mark grunted. "Maybe we'll send it to Dr. Morgan, so she can see what an utter whore you've become." With that, Jeanette convulsed again as another intense climax ripped through her. She surrendering herself completely to her animal lust, clutched at Mark's back and forced a muted scream of passion out from under her son's hand still clutching her neck.

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Mark rode the wave of her climax, released his mother's throat, and pulled out of her sopping pussy. He collapsed on to her chest, wrapped his arms around her and rolled, spinning her into an upright position. Since she still believed she was drunk, the move made her dizzy and she started giggling.

Mark took the opportunity to kick her knees apart and position her in a cowgirl position, then grabbed her broad hips and pulled downward. 

She gasped as the head of his cock bumped into her clit, then moaned as it slid easily up into her creamy tunnel. He reached up and wrapped his arms around her back, cupping his hand over her shoulders, and pulled downward firmly as he thrust upward. Jeanette was impaled on his big hard cock and gasped as all eight thick hard inches of her son's rock hard member plunged into her, crashing against her cervix.

"Ohhh God yes Mark, fuck me hard!" she wailed. Mark slammed into her again and drove the breath from her lungs, then began to drive his cock into her like a piston at high rpm. His mother matched his rhythm and slammed her bottom down to meet her son's savage thrusts driving herself to another wild orgasm, thrashing her head and wailing.

As her mind cleared, she began to look around for Ben, hungry for another cock in her mouth. "Where's your horny roomie? She slurred. I want some more o' his cock. Ish nice & thick...wanna suck it. Ben, where are you?"

"You're about to find out, Mom," Mark said as he paused his hips and moved his hands to hers. "Hold still and take a deep breath."

"Why, what're you-Ohhhhh GODDD!" she wailed as the head of Ben's thick hard member pressed against her tight asshole and surged relentlessly forward. He grabbed her by the hair and growled as he pushed harder and penetrated the tight ring of her anus. Jeanette wailed again as she felt the massive hardness fill her tender ass. Then Mark started thrusting again and the three of them groaned in unison as Mark felt Ben's cock in his mother's ass making her pussy even tighter. 

Ben growled and pushed harder, sinking his entire cock deep into Jeanette's big, sexy ass. Then he slowly pulled it out, growled and slammed it back in driving another wail from Mark's mother. He and Mark both began to thrust with more speed and force and within minutes they were hammering Jeanette's helpless ass and cunt, their loud groans and grunts lost in the erotic music of Jeanette's non-stop orgasm. 

She came in waves, convulsing and screaming as pain gave way to incredible pleasure. Ben held her hair in one hand keeping her head trained upward like a rider pulling on the reins of a stallion. And ride her they did. Mark used his hands like a riding crop and spanked her big ass and hips, spurring her on toward orgasmic oblivion. 

A few minutes later, Mark felt the familiar pressure at the base of his shaft and knew he was close. 

"Get off me slut," he grunted, and stopped thrusting and pushed his mother's hips upward. This drove her back into Ben and he wrapped his arms around her upper body, trapping her against him as he finished with a few more savage thrusts slamming his cock into her ass. When Mark was clear, he pushed her hard and she tumbled onto the bed.

Before she knew what was happening, Mark had turned her over on her back and was straddling her chest. "Get the camera ready, bugger-boy," he said with a lewd smile. Just as Ben had the camera phone positioned to frame the scene, Mark started jerking off over Jeanette's face. She slid her hands up his thighs, caressed his balls and whispered lewd encouragement. 

"Open your mouth, you greedy bitch," he commanded. His mother obeyed silently, keeping her eyes locked on his in utter submission. He roared like an angry lion and began pumping out thick white streams of semen over her face, neck and chest. He didn't stop until his spent semen had once again turned his lovely mother's face into a raunchy mess. Cum lay in heavy streaks from her hairline all the way down her neck and in little puddles on her chest. 

She turned to face Ben's camera, pursed her lips and pushed out a thick mass of cum she'd caught in her mouth, and let it ooze down her cheeks. 

Then she reached out, grabbed Ben's throbbing cock and pulled it towards her mouth. Ben kept filming as she opened wide, stuck out her tongue and began jerked his slick hard fuck-stick. "Ooo, give it to me baby," she whined. "Shoot that hot cum in my fuckin' mouth!" 

"Oh fuck, she's such a whore," Ben hissed as he struggled to keep the camera phone steady. Seconds later he grunted and froze as massive streams of cum spurted across her tongue and cheeks. She moaned in appreciation as she jerked and stroked his hard young dick reveling in her sexual power and the feeling of the warm semen oozing across her cheeks and into her mouth. 

Then she stretched her face forward, raised his deflating cock and licks his balls as she pumped him dry, coating her fingers with the last of his thick, slimy seed. 

"Oh my God," Ben gasped in ecstasy and wonder. "Such a gorgeous, fucking whore. Well Mrs Wilson" he gasped, as she released his spent penis and licked her fingers clean. "You're not a MILF anymore."

"I'm not?" She smiled at him mischievously. "What am I now, a notch on your bedpost?"

"No ma'am. Now you're my favorite porn star." 

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Ben began reviewing the captured pics and videos and Mark discretely escorted her from the room. He lead her back to her bedroom marveling at the fact that she was still slightly wobbly on her feet. She still thought she was drunk, although her fierce lust and intense loneliness were gone. 

He sat her on the bed, quickly checked the note in his back pocket, leaned down and whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked confused for a moment or two, then her eyes widened in shock as she realized her face was dripping with semen. And her son had a devilish gleam in his eyes. By now, she'd been hypnotized often enough to know when she was coming out of a deep trance. The last thing she remembered was taking a drink of bourbon. Now she was drenched in cum. 

"Mark, you didn't..How did you? You're not a hypnotist. How did you do that? And more importantly What did you DO to me?" she said, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Nevermind," she sighed. "I don't want to know. I guess you had a good time. And...I think...I think I did too. I feel...waitaminnit, I feel sore!" She gasped and her eyes went wide as saucers as the throbbing in her rectum began to register. 

"Mark Thaddeus Wilson! You fucked me in the ass! You little pervert," she shouted as she slapped his face. Mark was stunned for a second, then a look of determination replaced the shock and he slapped her back sending her tumbling onto the bed with a gasp. 

She slowly sat upright again and smirked. "Guess I should've seen that one coming. Um, for the record son, I'd prefer it if you bitch-slap me before you fuck me. It's not sexy afterwards. That was just mean." 

"Sorry Mom. Just making a point," he said calmly. 

"Point taken," she replied with a sigh. "You're in charge. I just live here." Then, after a long pause. "Did I have fun?"

"Did you ever. You went absolutely fucking nuts. Oh, and by the way, I didn't fuck your ass. Ben did."

" Oh for the love of..." she moaned. "Could I have another shot of that bourbon?"

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Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 03



 This is an explicitly erotic tale of mental and physical seduction including themes of incest, non-consensual sex, mild violence, humiliation, and submission.

*****

The next morning was a school day and Mark descended for breakfast. He was confused and annoyed as he got dressed and headed downstairs. Had his mother already forgotten his instructions? It was only yesterday that she had agreed to wake him every morning with his dick in her mouth. After last night's conquest, he figured there was nothing she wouldn't do. Under his hypnotic spell, she'd been an absolute shameless whore with him and his best friend. If she could do that, what was just another blow-job?

He wondered if Dr Morgan's hypnotic magic had worn off. Then he wondered if maybe he hadn't just dreamed it all, it seemed so fucking unreal. It was pretty crazy to believe that his sweet middle class mother had been hypnotized into becoming his submissive bitch, a slave to his horny teenage libido. Oh, well, if it was a dream it was one he'd remember forever.

Then he strode into the kitchen and found his mother standing in front of the sink with her back to him. She was dressed only in her sheer nightie and the garter belt and fishnets she wore last night. He took a breath and let it sink in. 

Okay, not a dream. That's encouraging. 

She'd prepared a sumptuous breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and juice. It was quite a mouthwatering spread. Mark couldn't help but think it was a show of gratitude for the way he'd been treating her lately. But clearly she was confused about his instructions. He was determined to straighten that out quickly. 

"Mom, I think you're confused about something. Yesterday, at Dr. Morgan's, you agreed to live by my rules. Do you remember those"?

"Yes honey, of course I do." She turned from the sink to face him with a hot cup of coffee in her hand. 

"After all the ways in which you took advantage of me, fucking my face before dinner and tricking me into being your friend's bitch, I have no pride or decency left. No shame, no inhibitions. And, as you can see," she waved a hand as a model on a runway showing off her attire, "I'm dressed just the way you stipulated." 

What was that in her voice? He wondered. Anger, shame, or a little of both? 

"Isn't this what you demanded son? That I greet you wearing a sheer nightie and some stockings?" She smiled an irresistible smile. She could have been a Victoria's Secret model as far as Mark was concerned. Maybe a Plus model with those hips and that big, meaty ass... 

"Yes, it is Mom." He stepped forward and took her into his arms, pulled him gently to him, and locked his hands on her derriere. "... but you're supposed to greet me like that, when I come home. Our agreement was that, you would wake me up...with your mouth...on my cock."

Jeanette hung her head quietly for a moment, then walked over and gently put her arms on her son's broad shoulders and looked up at him. "I'm sorry son. I know, or at least I think I know what kind of woman you want me to be, but. You have to remember what Dr. Morgan said. I'm, naturally submissive. I will do whatever you tell me to. And I love it, when you when you force me to, she added in a low, sultry voice. "Like when you pushed me to my knees right here last night and fucked my mouth. But I just can't...initiate anything. I know what you wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to go in there, wake you up and start sucking you dick. I know it must be confusing and frustrating. I think that's part of why your father left, she added quietly before pausing lost in thought.

"So if it's a good morning blow-job you want, " she purred as she reached down and cupped the front of his jeans. "You know how to get it." 

Mark released a loud exasperated sigh as he looked down at his beautiful mother. Her large dark mediterranean eyes were gleaming with love and excitement. There was a slight teasing smile on her face. Her high cheekbones wide face and long dark hair made her look like a fashion model, but her full figure, large full breasts and wide hips and big round ass didn't belong on a runway. Looking at her was always a sensual delight, even more so since he'd been given permission to treat her as his bitch instead of his mother. She licked her lips and continued to caress the front of his jeans.

"Allright you little fucking tease," he growled as he grabbed her lower jaw and pushed her backwards toward the kitchen table. "We'll have our breakfast at the same time ."

She gasped as he backed her up against the table, moved his hand to her neck and placed her in a firm choke-hold. Her nipples got hard almost instantly and he pushed her down forcing her to sit roughly in kitchen chair. 

Standing next to the table, he reached down and helped himself to a slice of bacon. "Time for your morning sausage, you hungry bitch," he growled. "Now take it out and suck my cock. You've got about...15 minutes to suck me off. Get to it."

She had his jeans open and his dick out in seconds, and before Mark was even fully hard, his mother had enveloped him in her warm wet mouth. He moaned and drank in the exquisite sensation for a moment, before turning part of his attention back to his plate. As he scarfed down the eggs and bacon, Jeanette stroked and sucked his cock in a frenzy, doing her best to get him off in time. 

"Oh fuck Mom, you greedy bitch," he gasped between bites. "You make me want to skip school and stay home. I could fuck your hot mouth all day."

She looked up at him and smiling, ran her tongue around the head of his cock as she jerked it vigorously. "Mmmm, I'd love that son. Maybe tomorrow. But we can't have the truant officers come looking for you now can we? Then they'd all want a turn." She sucked him deep into her mouth again as he groaned loudly, imaging the lewd image she'd planted in his mind. 

He wolfed down the rest of the eggs and bacon, grabbed a slice of toast and stuck it in his mouth. Then with his free hand grabbed her hair, held her head still and began fucking her mouth hard and fast. She moaned deeply and sucked even harder, hungry for his hot load in her mouth. 

She wanted to tell him how much she loved it when he grabbed her hair like that, how thrilling it was when he went crazy and started fucking her mouth, how sexy it made her feel to know she had done that to him, but all she could do was moan and slide her tongue around his invading shaft and try not to gag as he shoved it all the way back into her throat. 

Mark finished the toast as his mother finished the last of his self control. He grunted and his knees began to buckle as his cock erupted in his mother's loving mouth. Jeanette mewed with pleasure as she felt her son's cum splashing against the back of her throat and coating her tongue. Slowly, she backed away, until only the spurting head was still trapped between her lips. She tightened her grip and slid her fist up and down the pulsing shaft, milking his cock. Only a few drops spilled from the corner of her mouth as she released his throbbing wet cock and opened her mouth to show him the massive pool of semen swirling around her tongue. 

"Oh, you nasty fucking whore," he sighed as he took in the lewd display. He thought again of the hypnotist next door who'd set them on this path and a really nasty idea popped into his head. Just as Jeanette was about to gulp down his load, he blurted out, 

"Stop! Don't swallow that yet Mom." Then he quickly knelt, closed her mouth with his fingers and whispered in her ear. Her head dropped and she was instantly in a deep trance. Mark smiled mischievously and gave her a simple command, then zipped up his pants and dashed off to school. 

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Dr. Morgan answered the doorbell with the irritation of a person whose carefully controlled schedule has just been interrupted. "Who the hell could that be at this hour," she wondered aloud. 

She opened the door to find her neighbor and patient Jeanette Wilson, standing there in her bathrobe, with an odd smile on her face, and a vacant look in her eyes. She recognized immediately that her patient was in a deep trance, acting out a post hypnotic suggestion.

Okay, what the fuck is this about, she wondered. And why is her face wet? Her first instinct was to wake her up and find out what had happened, but her curiosity got the better of her. 

"Good morning Jeanette," Dr. Morgan said. "Is something wrong? What can I do for you?"

In mute response, Jeanette lunged forward, took Dr Morgan's lovely face in her hands and planted her lips on hers. As the startled therapist struggled to break the lip lock, Jeanette pushed her tongue into the other woman's mouth and the stolen kiss instantly became very wet, and very messy. 

Dr. Morgan broke the lip lock abruptly, grabbed Jeanette by the shoulders, spun her into the hallway and shoved her away. Jeanette's shocked expression lasted only a moment before Dr Morgan's right hand flashed across her face in a hard slap that sent her reeling. Dr. Morgan wheeled and slammed the front door shut, sealing out the suburban neighborhood she'd recently chosen as her new home. 

The 5' 4" buxom blonde psychotherapist was already dressed for business, even though she was working in her home office. She wore her trademark dark pinstripe skirt suit, dark stockings, black heels, and a white silk blouse, unbuttoned enough to show a tease of her deep cleavage. She was not a woman accustomed to being interrupted. Being ambush-kissed by a patient with a mouth full of semen was beyond unacceptable. Even if it did turn her on for a second or two. She turned to face her patient. 

Jeanette Wilson was Dr Morgan's neighbor, a 38 year old former housewife with long thick dark hair and dark eyes. Her Mediterranean heritage had given her the face of a fashion model, a full curvy figure topped by round, naturally soft 38C breasts and anchored by wide 42" hips, big firm thighs and an ample, round, bottom. This particular morning her figure was easy to see because she'd showed up at Dr. Morgan's front door wearing only a terry cloth bathrobe over a sheer nightgown, a black garter belt and dark nylons. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing here Jeanette?" Dr Morgan demanded. The steel and fury in her voice sent a shiver down Jeanette's spine, but she still had a glassy-eyed faraway look of a woman in a trance. "Of Chrissake," Dr. Morgan muttered. .She took a deep breath, and walked over and touched Jeanete's forehead lightly, paused and said, "Trezitiva."

Jeanette's eyes fluttered and she looked around in confusion and panic, then felt her cheek when the sting of Dr. Morgan's rebuke hit her full force. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't...I mean, I don't know what..what happened? Why am I here and why did you hit me," she stammered. Then her gaze seemed to turn inward and she swirled her tongue around in her mouth and looked at Dr. Morgan who was wiping something from her chin with a lace handkerchief. "Mark." 

"Yes, Mark, " Dr. Morgan replied testily, dabbing the last of his semen from her lips. "Obviously the little shit hypnotized you and sent you over here. What's the last thing you remember, Jeanette?"

"He um, made me suck him off while he was eating breakfast," she said in a monotone, walking her mind back toward the vanishing point. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson and she lowered her head as she reached the next memory. "He uh..he ejaculated in my mouth and..." 

"Never mind, it's not important," Dr. Morgan interrupted. "I think I can figure it out. Well, I was a little uncertain about whether he'd be able to put you in a trance. I guess we don't need to worry about that," she continued irritably. "I told him to use that key discretely. I'll deal with him later."

"As for you, my lovely fuck toy," Dr. Morgan murmured as a sly smile spread across her face. "You're going to have to learn your place." She unzipped her skirt and hiked the hem up over her slim hips revealing thigh high stockings, garters, and her uncovered pussy. "The only lips of mine you're allowed to kiss...are these!" 

She straddled Jeanette's face and, with both hands in the helpless housewife's long dark hair, yanked her submissive patient's face roughly up to her crotch and began grinding into her mouth.

Jeanette flailed with her arms trying to push away, but her face was trapped hard against Dr Morgan's mound. Her nostrils filled with the musky odor of pussy and she felt soft, small labia rubbing against her lips. Reflexively, she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and slid it into Dr Morgan's moist opening. The taste of pussy was new to her and sent another thrill through her body. Her own pussy ached with need and her fingers gave up pushing back against the dominating blonde to stroke her own desire. 

Dr Morgan moaned and pumped her mound against Jeanette's face, allowing her just enough room for an occasional gasp of air. "This is where you belong, you weak-willed little bitch," she hissed. "On your knees, serving your master...or mistress. You obviously have some kind of oral fixation. Look at you, finger-fucking yourself like a horny teenager while I hump your face. You're a pathetic little slut who gets off on being force-fed. Ohhhhh yeahhhh...shove that hot little tongue in my pussy, bitch!" 

Dr Morgan's thighs began to quiver and she felt the wave building. She allowed herself a broad wicked smile at the thought of gushing all over her plaything's pretty face and started grinding the bud of her hard clit all over Jeanette's lips. She was about to let loose when the sound of a familiar voice behind her hit her like a bucket of ice water. 

"Ahem! Is this a bad time to work on the estate papers, Claudia?" said the the deep, resonant baritone. "Perhaps I should come back another time." Lonnie Evans strode quietly but confidently into the front hallway and stood off to the side of the two women so as to get a better view of the lewd activity.

Shit! Dr. Morgan swore to herself. The horny little bitch got me so distracted I forgot about Lonnie. I can't let that happen again. She quickly dismounted from Jeanette's face, shoving her to the floor, and pulled her skirt back down over her hips. In seconds she had regained her composure and looked the cool professional. Lonnie blinked at the transition wondering for a moment if he'd really just seen what he thought he saw.

Lonnie Evans stood just over six feet tall, but looked bigger because of the broad shoulders and athletic build left over from college football. His career on the gridiron had been cut short by injury but he'd become a successful attorney. His shaved head and chiseled good looks turned on lots of women and helped him attract certain kinds of clients. Especially wealthy, frustrated female clients. 

"No of course not Lonnie," Dr. Morgan said calmly. "I was just um, dealing with an unwanted intrusion". She finished flattening the front of her skirt as she turned to address her attorney. "Although in present company, I'd prefer it if you used my professional title. I find it's generally not a good idea for patients to become too familiar with their therapist. As you can see," she continued as she gestured toward Jeanette who was trying to cover herself with the robe as she struggled to her feet. "Some of them are quite disturbed and must be kept at arms length, so to speak."

"This is my patient - and next-door neighbor- Jeanette Wilson. Jeanette, this is Mr. Lonnie Evans, my attorney. Mr. Evans has been helping me settle my late husband's estate."

"Your late husband?" Jeanette looked confused. This was the first time she'd heard any reference to a man in Dr Morgan's life.

"Yes, Carl Morgan, the eminent psychiatrist, hypnotherapist, and the love of my life," Dr. Morgan replied coolly. "Dear departed Carl taught me everything I know about hypnotherapy."

If she's a grieving widow, she certainly doesn't show it. thought Jeanette. "How did you lose your husband, Dr.Morgan?"

"It was quite tragic really", Claudia Morgan replied, examining her nails. "A freak accident. I...I really don't care to talk about it. I'm still dealing with his passing. Lonnie, could you?" She looked almost sad, but it could have been some other emotion that fleeted across her face. It passed like a breeze ruffling her perfect mask for a moment, then disappeared.

"Dr Morgan hired me initially to handle her divorce," Lonnie added. "Her husband Carl had built a successful practice in psychiatry and hypotherapy, but, after fifteen years together, he'd become... emotionally entangled with his receptionist and decided to leave Claud—his wife. Late in the divorce proceedings, Carl became excessively depressed, racked with guilt, and committed suicide."

"Oh, that's awful," Jeanette gasped.

"Yes, it was quite tragic," Dr. Morgan interrupted. "Carl couldn't face his guilt and shame over the affair, over how he'd cruelly betrayed and humiliated me. So he went out late one night and...I believe the common expression is, 'kissed a train'." 

Jeanette look confused so Lonnie clarified. "Dr. Morgan - Carl- walked onto a train track just as a loaded freight train was coming. There was no way the engineer could stop. It was either a freak accident or a very well planned suicide. Anyway, his widow decided to pick up the threads of her shattered life and of her late husband's practice. That was over a year ago, but, due to insurance investigations and bureaucracy, we're just now finishing up the paperwork relating to the settlement."

Jeanette still seemed to be struggling with the narrative. "But, how did you take over your husband's practice so easily?"

"Well I already had a degree in psychiatry. I'd set my career aside to help Carl get through school and start his practice. After years of pestering, I'd finally gotten him to teach me his methods of hypnosis. He was brilliant. He privately told me he could get anybody to do just about anything he wanted. He'd just finished teaching me his secrets when...when everything fell apart," she added in a trembling voice. Her beautiful facade seemed on the verge of dissolving into genuine grief. "Lonnie could you be a dear and get me a tissue? I think there's a box on the table in my office. I'm just...so-"

"Of course Dr Morgan," he said tenderly. "I'll be right back." He hustled off into the interior of the house. 

As Lonnie disappeared around the corner, Dr. Morgan's face hardened and she turned slowly toward Jeanette, taking her chin in her hand. "Yes, poor Carl," she said in a cold, hard voice. "He taught me everything he knew about mind control. Just before he killed himself." Jeanette's eyes widened and the color drained from her face. She started to tremble.

"So just remember who you're dealing with, little housewife mommy-bitch. Forget your place with me like that again and you may not live to regret it." Lonnie's footsteps approached and Dr. Morgan released Jeanette and stepped away from her. By the time her attorney returned with the box of Kleenex, the mask of the grieving widow was back in place. Jeanette watched in stunned silence as she dabbed real tears from her eyes and regained her composure..or changed masks again.

"I'm sorry Lonnie. So, as I was saying, Mrs. Wilson is here uninvited. She seems to have trouble with boundaries. And with respecting her betters. She lives in that nice big house next door, but really, underneath that soccer mom veneer, I suspect she might be more like, what your people would call...white trash." 

"That's not a term I use Dr. Morgan," Lonnie said his deep voice hardened by irritation. "And she certainly doesn't seem to be dressed much like a 'soccer mom' at the moment." Lonnie allowed himself to look Jeanette over, admiring her face and figure. He'd always had a thing for curvaceous brunettes. "You said she's...disturbed. Can you help her?"




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 03



"Yes of course, but I'm afraid I don't have the right...equipment for what ails her," Dr. Morgan said slyly. "Jeanette is...well you know I would never normally betray doctor-patient confidentiality. But...Jeanette here has trouble with men and authority." Jeanette blushed in shame and anger at the betrayal of confidence, but didn't dare object. 

"It's terribly complicated, dear," Dr. Morgan added. "But you know, it strikes me..." she said casting a threatening glance at Jeanette on the word strike. "That, since you're here, and she's obviously distraught and in need of more aggressive therapy..maybe you could help?"

She stepped closer to Lonnie and slid her arms up his chest and over his broad shoulders. Her perfume intense blue eyes held his full attention and his heart began to race. "Maybe you could do us both a favor and help me teach her a little lesson about intrusion...about violating boundaries. It would be unorthodox, but very rewarding." 

Lonnie took a deep breath, pulled Dr Morgan's arms from around his neck and stepped back. "Look Claudia, If you're suggesting what I think you are, the answer is no. Absolutely not."

'The only absolute is my ability to make you fuck whomever I tell you to', she thought.

"No? But Lonnie," she purred in her velvety smooth voice. "She needs to be taught a lesson. And I can't think of anyone more qualified than a big, strapping black stud like you to do it. I saw the way you looked at her. I know I'm not asking you to do anything you really want to do. It would help straighten her out in ways you can't begin to fathom, I would be...eternally grateful." 

She captured him again drawing him even closer. She was right up against him pressing her bust into his chest. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. She felt a pressure against her belly that sent a thrill trough her core. He was getting hard. Gotcha. "And I guarantee you would love every minute of it. Everybody wins."

"Everybody except Fawna," Lonnie said, his voice less resolute. "You remember her don't you? My lovely devoted wife?"

"Oh, that skinny little trophy bride of yours," Dr. Morgan said peevishly. "Please! You know you want a woman with some more meat on her bones. Someone with a little, 'T & A'. Big, soft, natural tits and a little 'junk in the trunk'." 

"I know you what you really want, Lonnie, she purred as she started to slide her thigh between his legs and felt the hardening bulge in his slacks. "I'm just trying to help you get it."

"Look, DOCTOR Morgan," Lonnie growled as he pushed her politely but firmly back to a comfortable distance. "I'm not one of your patients and I will not be manipulated by you. My answer is no and that is final. I'm uh..I'm a one-woman man. It's an old-fashioned sentiment, but I'm committed to it."

Dr. Morgan tilted her head and smirked as she looked at her attorney with a fierce gaze. "Is that so Mister Evans? Well then, perhaps you can explain this." 

She reached into her breast pocket, pulled out her cell phone and flipped through some image files. She turned the screen to face him and smiled with smug satisfaction as his eyes grew wide with disbelief. 

"It seems to me your 'committed' to fucking any pretty white girl you can get your hands on. Even your clients." 

"What the fuck? That's impossible!" Lonnie sputtered. "This is a fake. This never happened!"

"Soooo, that's not you lying on my leather couch, groping my tits while I ride that big, hard, black cock of yours," Dr. Morgan cooed. "Are you sure? Because I seem to remember that you and I had a really good time. Oh look, here's a video clip."

She touched the phone and the tinny sound of their recorded moans filled the room, followed by Lonnie and Claudia's voices could be heard grunting and swearing. 

"Damn Claudia your pussy's so fuckin' tight!" 

"That's cause it's full of your big black cock Lonnie baby. Give me some more! Oh yeah, baby you're stretching my little pussy! Do you like my tits? Aren't they better than those little bumps of Fawna's? 

"Oh fuck yeah, lemme suck on 'em!" 

Lonnie looked like he was on the verge of tears. Shame and rage welled up within him threatening to rip away his professional demeanor, his self-respect. "You... evil CUNT," he growled. "You hypnotized me. You hypnotized me and made me do that just so you could fucking blackmail me!"

Dr. Morgan laughed coldly. "Oh, don't be such a drama queen. I didn't make you do anything. As you well know, a hypnotist can't make you do anything unless...you really want to. I just helped you get what you really wanted. And I didn't do it so I could blackmail you. I did it because I wanted to fuck you. And I knew from the moment I first walked into your office that you wanted me. Oh yeah homeboy, you wanted some of this." She stepped forward and draped herself around him like a madam seducing a John. He put up no further resistance and their eyes met with a ferocious mix of lust and anger, love and hate. 

'I win, you lose, baby', she thought as she stroked his face sensuously. "Now that we understand each other Mister Evans, " she purred. "Why don't we drop the professional, pretense? Why don't you channel all that anger and put it to good use. I bet you feel like doing some bitch-slappin' and pussy-poundin' right about now, don't you stud?"

Lonnie reached around and pulled her to him crushing her tits against his chest. He reached down and grabbed her tight ass.

She pulled away quickly. "Un-uh stud. Not this time. Not me," she said as she turned and pointed to Jeanette. "Her! There's your white meat. Fuck her first. Then you can have me."

"What?!" Jeanette's cringed in shock and shrank away. "No, I don't even know this man! Dr Morgan, please don't! I'm not-"

"You're not WHAT? Not that kind of girl? You don't date black men? Quit kidding yourself Jeanette," she added, her voice hard and cold. "You're a submissive slut. You're a worthless whore. A shameless, cock-sucking, cum-guzzling bitch. Tell Mr. Evans what you did when I answered my door this morning."

Feeling naked and ashamed, Jeanette pulled the robe more tightly around herself and hung her head unable to look either of them in the eye. 

"Tell him!" Dr Morgan barked. 

Jeanette jumped and blurted out "I kissed Dr. Morgan. With a mouth full of cum. I mean, semen. But you know that's not my fault!" she whined. She looked up at them, with tears welling up in her eyes."I was hypnotized, I didn't know what I was doing!" 

"Beside the point, bitch." Dr. Morgan snapped. "Tell us, if you please Mrs. Wilson, where you got a mouthful of cum at 8 o'clock in the morning." Lonnie smirked and thought Claudia would make a pretty good courtroom cross-examiner. 

"Please don't," Jeanette whimpered, like a frightened little girl. 

Dr. Morgan slapped her face hard sending her hair whirling as her head spun with the force of the blow. Lonnie's cock surged in his pants. 

"I sucked my son's dick this morning while I served him breakfast. 

"Oh shit," Lonnie murmured. This was getting better by the minute.

"He- he fucked my mouth and then, just when I was about to...swallow his load, he stopped me and put me in a trance and the next thing I knew I was over here and you slapped me and pushed me away."

"Yes, I already figured that part out," Dr. Morgan interrupted testily. "Apparently our little linebacker thinks he can use my toys as he pleases. He thinks that because I lent him the keys to my favorite new toy, he can play on my level. 

She stepped forward and Jeanette flinched. She took Jeanette's chin in her hand again. "But he's not on my level and neither are you, Susie Homemaker. You're all my precious little playthings. My puppets. And I'm the master puppeteer. See?"

She stepped to Lonnie, took his right hand in hers and touched his forehead. His head fell forward on his chest as he fell into a deep trance. "Puppets. Lonnie can you hear me," she intoned in her deep velvet voice. 

"Yes"

"When you wake up, you will remember all the rage you were feeling, but when you see Jeanette, all of that rage, all your shame and frustration will be turned into raw lust. You will feel nothing, think of nothing and know nothing but raw, animal passion. You can feel it building now, can't you Lonnie?"

"Yes"

'Such lovely puppets'. She caressed the front of his slacks with her nails, causing his cock to stir. She looked over at Jeanette who watched with a mix of fascination, apprehension, and excitement. "Lonnie, when you awaken, and see Jeanette, all that lust will be absolutely overwhelming. You will take her and fuck her like you've never fucked any woman before. But you will be incapable of climax until I tell you to come. Do you understand Lonnie?"

"Yes.

"Good. Ten...nine...Take off your clothes now." Lonnie obeyed and quickly but silently removed his suit and underclothes. In less than twenty seconds, he stood nude before them. Jeanette gasped as she saw the size of his genitals. His dick was almost pitch black, long and thick, hanging well below his big dark ball sack. It was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. And it was growing. 

"Five...four..your passion is building, Lonnie." She slid her hands down his torso, found his semi-erect cock and began pumping it, feeling it grow and stiffen in her hand. "Tree..two..you can barely stand it now, you're dick is so fucking HARD, and you wanna fuck this bitch SO baaaad," she moaned. He was now fully erect and throbbing in her hands. She felt a large drop of pre-cum moisten her fingers. She gripped his huge cock just beneath the massive head and jerked it several times. He was breathing rapidly. "ONE!"

She stepped aside and watched as Lonnie's eyes flew open. He looked like a shell-shocked soldier who'd been awakened by a nightmare; from deep sleep to wide awake in an instant. He strode toward Jeanette. 

Panic gripped Jeanette's heart. 'Oh God, not again! I'm about to raped in my therapist's office for the second time in two days!' Jeanette barely had time for the thought to register before Lonnie was on her. He tore her robe off, tossed it aside, then swept her up in his arms like a rag doll. He strode to the leather couch and dropped her on it unceremoniously. Before she could respond, she felt the familiar pain and thrill of being pulled by her hair and her head was brought roughly to his groin. His enormous black cock wavered in her face. She could smell his musky scent and see a new drop of pre-cum form on the head, just inches from her nose. His other hand clasped firmly around her throat and as she gasped reflexively for air, he thrust forward forcing his cock into her mouth.

It barely fit and Jeanette had to suppress a gag as the giant cock drilled pushed deep, stretching her lips and cheeks. 

"Yes that's it Lonnie, fuck her mouth," Dr. Morgan urged in a throaty voice.. "The little bitch loves being face-fucked. Make her choke on that big black cock!" 

Jeanette's head was held firmly in place by Lonnie's big strong hands on her throat and in her hair. She was helpless to resist as he used her mouth without mercy. Jeanette felt ashamed of her body as her nipples grew long and stiff as brown erasers and her sex began drooling with excitement. She moaned and surrendered. 'God, I'm such a filthy slut!' she berated herself as she began to caress Lonnie's big balls and run her hands over his big firm ass. As her wetness trickled down to her thighs, she began to wonder how much pain was in store when he moved from one set of lips to the other. 

Thank God he decided to fuck my mouth first. Maybe if I can lube him up enough, it won't hurt quite so badly when he shoves this monster in my cunt. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and stretched her tongue down toward his balls, drooling all over his shaft. She heard Dr Morgan moaning off to one side as she watched her puppets play out the raunchy scene. The fact that she knew her therapist was watching and probably fingering herself turned her on even more. She opened wide, and pushed forward trying to take it all in. Lonnie growled and pushed back, burying all ten inches in her mouth and throat. He ground his balls against her chin and humped her face, grunting with each thrust back to full penetration. 

Jeanette's chest burned for air and she began to panic. Is he going to let me breathe? 'Oh God, I can't breathe! He's in a trance, he doesn't know or doesn't care!' She tried to scream, she clutched at his ass and began to squirm involuntarily, twisting impaled by the throat on his massive cock. She grabbed his balls and began to squeeze. Just as she did, he shoved her head backward, raining down a stream of thick drool from her mouth as she gasped and choked. 

She saw stars. As her vision cleared, she looked to the side and saw Dr. Morgan seated next to them on the couch. Her skirt was hiked up again and she was fucking herself with her big, black dildo, panting heavily, watching them through eyes half-closed with lust and pleasure. 

"See Lonnie, I told you, you're not going to be fucking a Sunday School teacher." Dr Morgan gasped as she shoved the dildo hard into her pussy. "You're going to fuck a depraved, incestuous bitch who loves nothing more than having a hard cock shoved into her mouth and cunt. The nasty little whore can't even keep her hands off her own son! Now give her what she really wants. Fill that hungry cunt. Fuck her hard!"

Lonnie pushed Jeanette's head away, then knelt in front of the couch and grabbed her by the thighs. In a smooth powerful move, he wrapped her thighs over his forearms and spread her legs wide. 

"Oh God!" Jeanette gasped. "Don't hurt me." She whined. She watched transfixed by the incredible sight of his immense black cock approaching, then pressing against her mound. She gasped and threw her head back as the head of his cock pushed past her drooling outer labia and rammed against the opening of her vagina. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes just as Lonnie thrust forward hard.

"Ohhhhhh GOD! Too big, it's too big!" she wailed as the dark steel drove into her tender pussy. Lonnie only grunted in response and pulled out again, only to pause long enough for Jeanette to gasp once more then thrust again, burying eight inches in Jeanette's helpless pussy. 

She convulsed and clutched at the leather, writhing in pain and ecstasy as the big black stud hammered her pussy. In just three savage thrusts, he had sunk all ten inches into her and was slamming into her cervix. Her head spun, she gasped for air as the first orgasm surged through her. She grunted and opened her mouth wide in a silent scream as the spasms thrashed her body. 

As the first orgasmic wave passed, she gasped, took in a lungful of air and wailed at the top of her lungs as Lonnies brutal assault of her cunt continued unrelenting. Muscles she didn't even know she had spasmed and cramped as she cried and grunted, and wailed out her ecstasy. She lost track of time, lost count of how many times she came, lost all sense of anything other than the huge cock driving into her, turning her world inside out. 

Lonnie was bathed in sweat and fucking like a man possessed reveling in the complete abandon, the incredible thrill of taking this beautiful soccer mom turned sub-slut. He'd never fucked a woman like this before and it was a revelation. Her wails fed his passion and he felt like Superman fucking Wonder Woman. " Ahhhh fuck Yeahhh! He growled as she came for the tenth time and her cunt convulsed around his invading cock. 

Dr. Morgan threw her head back and wailed, the dildo a black shiny blur as she slams it into her pussy, coating it with her juices. She recovers and looks again at her puppets playing out her lascivious fantasies next to her. "Remember Lonnie," she panted. "You can't cum, until I fucking tell you to. Now turn the bitch over and give it to her doggie style. I'll bet she loves it that way."

Lonnie did as commanded and roughly rotated Jeanette's hips and pulled her bottom upward. In seconds, he was driving it deep into her once again. As he hit bottom, she moaned and clutched at the leather couch cushions.

"Oh yeah baby," she grunted hoarsely. "Give me all of it. Fuck me with that big, black cock! Fuck me hard!"

She got what she asked for as the steel hard flesh-pole pounded her again. Lonnie began groping and smacking her big ass, making her cum even more. Eventually, she reached her limit and a massive orgasm took her. Her back stiffened, she arched upward, wailed, then collapsed, exhausted and unconscious.

Lonnie slowed only slightly, holding her bottom in place and continued to drive his cock into the limp woman, in hard deep strokes. He growled with each hard thrust and felt like he was about to burst.

"Oh, fuck YESS!" Dr Morgan cried as another orgasm ripped through her. "That's it, Lonnie, pound that worthless bitch! Ohhh fuuuuck!" She ground the dildo deep into her and writhed on the couch for a long luxurious, delicious moment. 

"Oh hell yes," she whispered, as she caught her breath. "Now, for the real thing. Mister Evans, if you please. Give dear Mrs. Wilson a break already. You've fucked the poor women senseless. It's time to relieve those big overloaded balls of yours. Lie down on the floor. On your back."

Lonnie slid out of Jeanette and let her drop to the couch, still semi-conscious. He lay on the floor and Dr. Morgan rose and discarded her skirt, then straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his massive pole. She was going from one cream-covered black phallus to another, as Lonnie's big black shaft was coated and smeared in Jeanette's cream. Dr. Morgan took a deep breath and slowly lowered her weight, impaling herself on his massive rod. Lonnie watched as her labia were pushed inward as she slid down and his shaft disappeared inside her.

"So good, so fucking GOOOOD," Dr. Morgan moaned and groped her tits as she began to slide up and down Lonnies' cock with practiced ease. In moments she was bouncing hard on him grunting with each landing on his pelvic bone. He began thrusting upward into her with equal force, grunting in unison, hoping she would give him the release his body so desperately needed. 

As they did their dance of lust on the floor, Jeanette stirred and sat up on the couch. She rubbed her pussy and sighed looking longingly as she watched Dr. Morgan's labia stretching around Lonnie's shaft. She noticed all the cream on his balls and shaft and licked her lips. 

Her revival was not lost to her puppeteer. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you my little cum-guzzling bitch" Dr. Morgan gasped as she ground hard on Lonnie's cock. "I've got something special in mind for you." 

"Okay Lonnie, Now, you can come. Let it go, baby, fire that cum cannon!" She leaned forward placing her hands on his chest and slammed her bottom down on him, squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles, vaginal muscles well trained in years of service to her husband. Lonnie convulsed and bucked upward, growling and convulsing as the orgasm exploded from his loins. "Ohhhh fuck Yesss!" She shouted. "That's it, baby, you're filling me up! Give me all of that hot, nasty spunk!"

She slowly rises up his shaft as he shoots, still expertly milking his pulsing cock with her pussy walls. 

'My God, it feels like she's jerking me off with her fucking pussy.' Lonnie mused as she drained his balls into her vaginal vacuum. 'Where the fuck did she learn that?' Lonnie abandoned himself to the most intense climax of his life. Dr Morgan rose almost all the way up Lonnie's shaft, catching most of his load close to her labia. She sighed, gave him a wicked smile, and rose up, trailing her cream and his down the still-throbbing shaft.

"Okay Miss cum-slut. Clean him up," she ordered. Jeanette obediently slid off the couch and crawled silently over to the pair on the floor. Dr Morgan returned to the couch settling in a semi-reclined position on her back watching as Jeanette took Lonnie's balls tenderly in her hands and licked them clean. Then she dragged her lips and tongue slowly upward, sucking and slurping the traces of Lonnie's cum and Claudia's cream from his shaft. 




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 03



When she got to the top, she greedily took his softening cock deep into her mouth, stroking and sucking it until she had drained the last of his jizz. 

"Over here, bitch," Dr Morgan said in her steely voice. "You didn't get all of it. Not even half." Jeanette crawled meekly to her mistress and knelt between her widely spread thighs."That's it baby. Now, we get to finish what we started before Lonnie interrupted our little dance. And since Mr. Evans interrupted, it's only fitting he contribute something to the finale," she purred, as she reached forward, grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her face into her mound. "Ohhh yeahhhh. That's a good little fuck toy. Mmmmmm, get that cum-hungry tongue deep in there, lick it all out." Dr. Morgan raised her ass off the couch and Jeanette buried her head between her legs, pushing her tongue down into the crack of her ass. 

"Oh fuck yessss," Dr Morgan groaned. "See what a good girl she is now that she's been broken in? The little bitch is licking up the cum that tricked down to my ass. She grabbed Jeanette by the hair and ground into her face, pulling her upward so that Jeanette's lips were covered by Dr. Morgan's cum-smeared labia. 

"Mmmm yeah...Get in there, suck it out you pathetic little slut! Ohhh fuck that's good!" Jeanette slurped noisily as she sucked Lonnie's cum from Dr Morgan's pussy. She couldn't believe how much there was, but lapped and slurped it up with shameless hunger. She was wet again, turned on by being humiliated by Dr. Morgan. She reached down and humped her hand as she tongue-fucked Dr. Morgan and tasted a fresh surge of pussy juice flowing into her mouth. 

"Oh fuck, what a good little pet you are, Jeanette.. Yeah, tongue-fuck me you nasty bitch! Make me...Ahhhhhhhh!" Dr Morgan bucked and ground in Jeanette's face as she came hard and gushed into her puppet's mouth. 

Dr. Morgan settled back on the couch and, pulled upward on Jeanette's hair, raising her face, now smeared with cum and pussy cream. Jeanette looked lovingly up at her mistress and licked her lips. Dr Morgan slapped her face hard, sending her tumbling backward to the floor. Jeanette looked stunned, but excited as she struggled to sit up. Her hand returned of its own will to rubbing her clit. She struggled not to moan out loud as she humped her hand, utterly lost in the thrill of sexual humiliation.

"You forgot to say 'thank you', bitch. Don't let it happen again. 

"Thank you Doctor Morgan," she gasped, still shamelessly humping her fingers. 

"Remember; in here, you're not anyone's mother, not anyone's ex-wife, not even my next-door neighbor. You are nothing more than my bitch, my plaything, my pet, Oh, I like that. My pet, Jeanette!" she laughed coldly. "Perfect! Now my pet, stop humping your hand like a bitch-in-heat, and look up here. That's it, give me your undivided attention."

"Mommy is a whore," she whispered. 

Jeanette's head dropped as she fell into a deep trance. Dr. Morgan left her there kneeling on the floor, awaiting her next command. She turned to find Lonnie already dressed again, but in a sullen mood. She put her arms around his neck again, fixing him with her mesmerizing gaze and smiled triumphantly.

"Now Lonnie, don't be so hard on yourself. I know you feel guilty, about what you've done. You committed rape and adultery in one decadent, despicable act. You've discovered that, deep down, under that professional bourgeois veneer, you're just as much of an animal as any other man."

He glared at her, eyes burning with rage.

"You should thank me, good sir. I've set you free from your illusions." She kissed him deeply and passionately, snaking her tongue into his mouth. Then reached down to fondle his crotch one more time, and felt it stir in response to her touch.

"Mmmm, I see you're almost ready to go again, she purred with a dazzling smile. "Unfortunately I have other appointments scheduled. And you Mister Solicitor, still have some paperwork to finish. Please hurry off to the office and wrap up what we were working on." 

Lonnie breathed a heavy sigh and turned started back toward the hall.

"Just remember Mr. Evans," Dr Morgan called to him. "You belong to me now. I'm the woman in your life. Fawna is number two now. You know, for a skinny, Miss Clairol trophy wife, she's not too bad. Maybe I'll pay her a visit and have a little fun with her tomorrow while you're... hard at work."

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Dr Morgan walked over to Jeanette and gently put her robe back on her and straightened her disheveled hair. 

"Oh Jeanette my pet, you're such a mess." She gently smeared what remained of her and Lonnie's secretions from the entranced woman's lips and chin across her face, then reached down to massage her mound. She found the hard button of her still-engorged clitoris and pinched it gently. Jeanette's breathing picked up but her eyes remained closed. 

"What an entertaining little fuck-toy you are," Dr. Morgan sighed as she slid three fingers into her slippery pussy and fucked her slowly for a few minutes to wind her up again. 

"You're making good progress Jeanette, you really are. You've become more comfortable with your inner whore. This morning's kiss was a good sign, even if you were in a trance. You didn't resist that command as much as I would have thought. Maybe, buried deep under that veneer of passive little sub-slut, there's a mature woman hiding. Perhaps even, a confident seductress. I should get you off right now, just for fun, just cause you're such a hot little plaything," she whispered hoarsely. 

She pumped harder, shoving three fingers deep into Jeanette's helpless pussy, eliciting little moans from her, even deep in her trance state. "Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Answer me, Pet. You want to cum now don't you Jeanette?"

"Yes!" came the breathy response. Jeanette's nipples were hard and protruding under her robe and her face was flushed.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any more time for you right now Jeanette my Pet. So I'm going to have to wind you up and let you go. Like a little top. Did you ever play with tops when you were a little girl, Jeanette?"

"Yes."

"Good. You are now my little bimbo top. You're a desperately horny slut spinning out of control. You want to come soo baaaaad. But you can't. And you can't do it by yourself. You need someone else to make you cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I wanna cum so bad," Jeanette whined, humping Dr Morgan's fingers.

"Good," Dr. Morgan continued in her velvety voice. "Now my little bimbo-top. I am about to spin you out my front door. You will not remember being hypnotized. You will remember everything else that's happened to you here this morning, and each time you think about it...about Lonnie's big, hard cock being shoved down your throat...about how it felt when he fucked you senseless with that big, black, ..about eating his cum from my pussy. Each of those thoughts will make you wetter, hornier, more desperate for release." Jeanette moaned more loudly, grinding and smearing her juices all over Dr. Morgan's probing fingers.

"You can touch yourself, you can play with your lovely breasts, and finger your wet hungry pussy all you want. But you will not be able to get off until you meet someone else. The next person you meet will trigger all of that desperate desire and you will be incapable of controlling yourself. 

You will do anything to seduce that person. No matter who, no matter where, no matter when. All of the lust, the passion, the sexual need you feel right now..."

She paused for a few seconds and fucked her faster, bringing her to the brink of orgasm "... will come roaring back and you will do anything to seduce that person, to convince them to make you cum. Only then will you find release you so desperately need." 

Dr Morgan slowly brought Jeanette out of her trance, but not before making her lick her fingers clean. She sent her out the front door and began to prepare herself for her next appointment. The phone rang. She glanced at the clock. Right on time. They are punctual down at the dealership. 

"Good morning Damian. The project you sponsored is going extremely well. Better than expected. In fact, she just left. That's right. I expect that very soon, I'll be able to deliver on everything I promised, and then some."



Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 04



Jeanette Wilson slammed the door when she got home and leaned against it for a long time, her mind racing, heart pounding. Bimbo top? What the hell is a bimbo top? she wondered feverishly. 

"Well, I'm sure as hell all wound up, that's for sure," she sighed as she tried to get a grip on the situation. Dr. Morgan's words rang clearly in her frenzied mind.

"Now my little bimbo-top. I am about to spin you out my front door. You will not remember being hypnotized. You will remember everything else that's happened to you here this morning, and each time you think about it...about Lonnie's big, hard cock being shoved down your throat...about how it felt when he fucked you senseless with that big, black, ..about eating his cum from my pussy. Each of those thoughts will make you wetter, hornier, more desperate for release." 

Then she'd fingered Jeanette right to the brink of orgasm and sent her home with a powerful post-hypnotic suggestion. Now Jeanette was breathing as if she'd run the hundred yard dash. She wondered if this is what being on speed felt like. No, speed probably didn't make you cream your panties and want to hump the couch. 

She decided to take a shower to try to wash off some of the sweat and cum from having been given to Dr. Morgan's attorney like a cheap whore. As she undressed, she admired herself in the mirror. At 38, she was no spring chicken, but she still had a voluptuous figure. Large but firm thighs, broad womanly hips, a flat stomach and full soft 38C breasts with only a hint of sag, capped by dark nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. She'd never considered herself a stunning beauty but her Mediterranean features, dark eyes, high cheekbones, broad jawline and long, dark hair gave her the allure of a mature woman. A "MILF" Ben had called her. 

The memory of having been tricked into having sex with her son and his best friend just last night sent another thrill through her core and she felt the moisture trickle down her thighs. She remembered how much Ben and her son Mark had loved her ass, and she couldn't resist doing a turn in the mirror to try to see it from their perspective. She'd always been a little self-conscious about her size 44" hips and a big round bottom. But apparently her son Mark loved looking at it. And these days, groping it. And letting his buddy fuck it, while she was in a hypnotic trance, unable to resist.

"My God, did I really let those boys use me like that?" she wondered out loud. "What a tramp, I've become! I just wish I could remember what actually happened. Not that it would do me any good at this point, it would just make me hornier. 

She stepped into the shower and lost herself in the sensation of the hot water pelting her sensitive skin. Soon, her mind wandered backward to the surreal events of the morning. One minute, she was humming as Mark filled her mouth with his cum, the next she was next door and reeling as Dr. Morgan slapped her face in rage. She moaned and groped her breasts as the memory of Dr. Morgan humping her face came rushing back. 

Then she gasped as the memory of Lonnie Evans big, black cock slamming into her pussy. inflamed her sex and made her lower lips hungry for more. She lathered up her hands and slid them slowly over her clit and into her pussy. She moaned deeply and shoved three fingers as far into her burning cunt as she could. He had such a huge cock, and he fucked me like an animal. I came so hard I passed out! Oh GOD, it was so fucking hot! 

Trying to recreate that exquisite feeling, she fucked herself so hard she almost pulled a muscle in her arms. Despite the intensity of her self-ministration, her efforts were woefully inadequate. All she was doing was stocking the fire. She stood under the hot water for almost an hour running her hands all over her ample curves, caressing her big firm thighs, squeezing her full round breasts, pinching her long dark nipples, all to no avail. 

She finally gave up and stepped out of the shower, whining with frustration. DAMN that Doctor Morgan, I feel like I'm gonna scream if I don't get some cock soon!" She allowed herself a strangled scream of anger and frustration as she stormed out of the bathroom and got dressed. 

Her mood dictated her attire. She put on a stretchy black top with lots of cleavage showing, a thong, dark nylons, and a miniskirt. At least the miniskirt, which barely reached mid-thigh, gave her easy access to her aching, steamy pussy. It gave anyone easy access to her pussy. Before she realized what she was doing, she had walked out the front door in search of a hunk. She yelped in shock and embarrassment at her shameless appearance, and dashed back in the house. She lay on the couch, fingering herself and pinching her nipples through the tight Lycra blouse. 

Ohhhhh, damnit, I can't believe this, I'm so horny I can't fucking stand it! 

"Who does that bitch think she is, treating me like this?" She cried out to the empty house. 

She's the shrink who helped my son get his grades up in school and helped me stop smoking...probably saved my stupid life. Why the hell couldn't she have done it without turning me into a filthy tramp? 

She reclined on the couch humping her hand, mulling over the events of the past few days. Had it only been a few days since Dr Morgan, her hypnotherapist had invited her son Mark into a smoking cessation session that ended with Jeanette on her knees sucking her son's cock, then bent over the couch, coming like crazy as Mark fucked her brains out, with her therapist seated above them fucking herself with a dildo? Yes, that was just a couple of days ago, but it felt like ages.

And now, I'm all wound up...like a bimbo top whatever the hell that is, waiting for the next man I see...Oh God, what's gonna happen? I was going to go shopping. I can't go now, what if the next man I see is a cop and he pulls me over and I drop to my knees and rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me right there on the hood of his squad car? Oh God, that would be so wild! Oh, and all the people watching, getting hard, getting wet, watching me spread-eagle on the hood getting fucked deep and hard...

"Jesus, this is crazy, I can't go on like this," she whimpered. "I don't even remember the last time I was this horny. Oh wait a minute. Yes I do. Has it been that long?"

The memories of her teenage romance with Damien came seeping, then flooding back. They were young and madly in love. Married right out of high school, poor, but young and full of passion. Damien got a job as a mechanic at the local Chevy dealership. Often, he'd come home on his lunch break and fuck her right on the kitchen table, then they'd screw again right after dinner. She'd forgotten how hot they were for each other. What happened to them?

Mark happened. When she became pregnant at nineteen, it changed everything. Damien had to take a second job, he was never home, and she was suddenly a completely different woman. No longer a hot young bride, now a mother pouring her heart and soul into caring for her baby. They say the best form of birth control is having children. "It certainly worked for us" she mused aloud. 

As the years passed passion faded, and Jeanette's naturally passive nature became more of a problem. Damien became more and more frustrated with her disinterest in trying to turn him on. "Less sex, more arguments. Fighting about Little League, about PTA, about money," she mused. 

Then came the day she want to the dealership unannounced to visit her husband, now the sales manager. She walked in on him "negotiating" with a young woman who wanted to buy more car than she could afford. She was negotiating on her knees with her husband's cock deep in her mouth. 

"Oh well. I guess I can't blame him really. He'd lost his wife a long time ago, really. All those years with me not paying attention to him, not wanting to start anything, I think now I know how he must have felt." She spread her legs wider and slid three fingers into her pussy, recalling the horny scene in his office...the girl's head bobbing up and down in Damien's lap, the slurping, the moaning.

He must have been so frustrated, so hurt for so long. The realization hit her hard. Tears welled up and washed over her face. "And now he's gone. And I'm alone and horny and having sex with our son! I'm just some psychotic psychiatrist's sex toy! And now, here I am waiting for some stranger to show up so I can degrade myself even more. Jesus, can my life possibly get any worse?" 

She almost jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang. Her heart leaped and she was off the couch in an instant, stumbling toward the door. She took a moment to wipe her face and smooth out her hair as she slowed, wondering. Who could it be? It's-Oh, God, it's lunchtime, it could be anybody! 

The doorbell rang again and she jumped at the sound. Her pussy had started creaming again and her nipples ached. 

"Bimbo top is right," she muttered to herself. "She couldn't have gotten me more more wound up if she'd had three miles of string. Calm down, Jeanette, it probably isn't even a man. Probably just some girl scouts selling cookies or something. God, I hope I don't molest a girl scout. At this point, I'm capable of just about anything." 

She took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood Mitch Feingold, her neighbor from down the street. She gasped and covered her mouth in shock. Mitch was a slight man, about 5' 10" with a medium build, blonde hair, greenish eyes and a little paunch. Mitch and Marilyn had been friends with Damien and Jeanette for years. She hadn't seen much of them since the divorce and Mitch was clearly worried about his friend.

"Hi Jeanette! Mind if I come in," he asked cheerfully. "Hey are you okay? You look like you've been crying. Is this a bad time?"

"No!" she fairly shouted as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house. "I was um...I was just y' know thinking. About the divorce and all. And I uh, I got-- I get a little misty sometimes. Thinking about Mark. I mean Damien! Damien and Mark. Have a seat, here on the couch, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Coke? A glass of wine? Anything?"

"Jeanette, I don't think I've ever seen you so...hyper. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, just a little anxious that's all. Thinking about guys. My guys. you know and I..I just, y'know, I get a little worked up sometimes...here all by myself." She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. That reminded her how tight her stretchy little blouse was. She felt how hard her nipples were and saw Mitch's eyes glance at her chest. He gulped and his face reddened.

"You uh...dressed for a party or something, Jeanette? You look...terrific"

"Thanks Mitch," she said with a beaming smile. "You're a sight for sore eyes too. So, what brings you here in the middle of the day? Didja miss me?" She was in full flirt mode now, doing her best to reel him in and put out the fire.

"Well, I wanted--that is, Marilyn suggested-- I stop by to see if you need anything. You know, since Damien left. She was thinking maybe you needed help with some honey-dos around the house and I have the day off so I figured I'd stop by and check on you."

"How sweet of you to think of me. As a matter of fact, Mitch," she purred, as she put her arms around his neck and stepped into him, "I do...need something very badly. You see, the reason I'm so worked up is..well I'm just so lonely, and soooo horny. I need you baby and I need you right now." She kissed him hard and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He moaned and started to pull her into him, then pushed her back.

"Whoa, whoa hold---hold on Jeanette, I can't do this! I don't think Marilyn sent me over here to have sex with her best friend! I just...I can't. Not that you're not attractive or anything. You know, you're a beautiful woman."

She kissed him again crushing her breasts into his chest. This time the kiss held and he grabbed her and ran his hands down her back, over her hips and squeezed her ass.

Yeah, baby that's it. Keep going! She reached down between them and felt his dick growing and stiffening in his slacks. He collected himself, broke off the embrace again, stepped back and took a deep breath.

"No, no, this is not happening! Look Jeanette, I know you're lonely and all and you..I mean, I've always thought of you as beautiful woman, but I can't. I mean after all, I'm a deacon in the Church for cryin' out loud. I can't go around committing adultery, I just can't!"

"Deacon shmeacon." she snapped. "Don't give me that crap, Mitch, I know you! You think I haven't seen you sneaking peaks at my tits and ass all these years? And I know damn well your precious Marilyn is an ice queen! You get to fuck her once a month if you're lucky. Besides," she purred, as she calmed down and put the honey back in her voice. "You're obviously in need too." She pointed at his tented crotch and stepped closer, reaching out to massage his hard-on. 

"So quit being Mr. Goody two-shoes, and just give me..what..I.. need. Please Mitch." She stepped forward, took his face in her hands, and looked deep into his eyes. "Please, Mitch, I'm begging you. Please fuck me!" 

Before he could utter another word, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped and tore open his pants, and dropped to her knees. She fished out his stiff cock and engulfed it in one swift, desperate movement.

Mitch moaned loudly as the last of his resistance melted away in the heat of Jeanette's mouth. She stroked and sucked it, moaning with urgent desire and pure white-hot lust. Mitch started pumping slowly in and out, gently fucking her mouth. That just made her heart pound faster. Her pussy was drooling down her thighs now. She tasted pre-cum and decided to back off before he reached the point of no return. She released his cock and gave it a few gentle strokes, watching a large drop of clear fluid form on the head.

"Come over here loverboy," she purred, as she stood up and walked backward, never letting go of her slick handle. She loved the way it felt, pulsing in her hand. The fact that she'd done that to him gave her a sense of power and added to the thrill of the moment. She laid back on the couch, raised her miniskirt up over her waist, pulled her panties aside and spread her legs wide. Mitch whistled in appreciation.

"Give it to me baby!" she hissed. "Fuck me hard. Right, fucking NOW."

Mitch mounted her in seconds, driving his cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. She gasped and whined as she finally got what her body and soul had been burning for all morning. A hard cock buried deep in her pussy! She wrapped her legs around him as if to trap it deep inside. Already she was on the verge. She could feel her climax building.



Mitch buried his head in her hair and moaned loudly into her shoulder as her incredible pussy enveloped his manhood. He'd never experience such unbridled passion before. It was everything he'd ever dreamed of. He bit her shoulder and began thrusting deep into her, spearing her with his cock. Jeanette gasped with each thrust and started whispering nasty things in his ear, clawing at his back and fucking back against his thrusts. 

She started to shudder and buck. Her legs thrashed and she started a long whining moan that grew steadily louder. Mitch felt her cunt tightening like a vise. For a moment he thought she might squeeze him out, so he fucked her harder, driving it back down balls deep into her pussy. 



That set her off and Jeanette lost all control as she convulsed in an orgasm that wracked her body with such force she thought for a moment she might hurt herself or poor Mitch. Mitch was caught up in the wave and began to buck just as intently, growling into her neck. Another orgasmic tsunami rolled through her as she felt his cock explode and fill her with hot cum. 



"Oh Yess Mitch, you're filling me up! Oh fuck yesss! Oh FUUUUCK!!"

As their tremors subsided, they lay still for a long while. No words were spoken as they recovered their senses. Jeanette felt a trickle down her bottom and realized she was about to overflow onto the couch. 

"Um...Mitch, honey. I think I might need a towel. Would you mind letting me up, I'll be right back."

"No need, Jeanette. I've been trained to clean up my own messes," Mitch said quietly, as he began to rise.

"Oh that's sweet of you. They're in the hall closet, you know where it is. Just...Oh! Ohhhhh.."

Mitch had dismounted and quickly slid down Jeanette's body and spread her legs.

"Oh, I see what you mean," she purred as she felt his tongue slide down the sopping crevice of her pussy and wriggle into the crack of her ass. 



"Mmmmm yes! Oh, Mitch that feels...soooo good". She raised her bottom so he could work his tongue farther down. He licked all around her asshole, then slowly dragged his tongue upward and snaked it past her labia. She gasped and moaned as he gave her a slow, passionate tongue fucking, occasionally slurping as he sucked his own semen from her well-fucked pussy. She fondled her breasts and humped his face lewdly, savoring the wonderful sensation of having her lover clean her pussy. Then he slid his mouth upward, trapped her clitoris, and licked and sucked on it, humming with desire. Jeanette's head thrashed backward and she grunted as another orgasm crashed through her. She rode it out, gushing into his mouth. 

"Oh...Oh my God, Mitch," she gasped as she caught her breath and relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss. "You know, Marilyn told me once that she had you trained to clean up your own messes, but I thought she was talking about the damn garage! Wow, I think I owe her dinner at the Cheesecake Factory," she chuckled. She looked down and noticed him wiping his cock and reaching for his handkerchief.

"Hey wait a minute there neighbor," she grinned as she leaned forward and took hold of his slimy dick. 

"Fair is fair. Let me get that for you."

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After Mitch left, Jeanette remembered the rest of Dr Morgan's instructions. She wanted a report. Dealing with the hypnotist next door was the last thing she wanted to do right now, but she knew she had no choice. The report afterward was part of the same post hypnotic suggestion that made her seduce her friend in the first place. She could try to resist, but it was useless. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and dialed Dr. Morgan's house.

No answer. What a relief. She was about to leave a short, vague message when Dr. Morgan's voice interrupted. The call had been forwarded to her cell.

"Well, hello Jeanette, how nice to hear from you! And you have perfect timing, I just finished with a client and I have a few minutes before my next appointment. I expect you have good news?... Wonderful, tell me all about it, don't leave anything out."

Jeanette gave her all the raunchy details of how she'd seduced her best friend's husband. She could hear Dr Morgan's breathing change as she listened. The twisted bitch was getting off on it just as she had that morning, watching Lonnie humiliate her. Knowing Dr. Morgan was getting wet hearing about her sordid affair was both infuriating and exciting. 

"Well that's it. So I've done what you wanted. Your little 'bimbo top' spun out of control and probably wrecked my best friend's marriage." 

"From what you've told me, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It's probably a good thing he ran into you instead of some home-wrecking hussy. Anyway, don't worry yourself about that. How do you feel?"

"Well I....I hadn't taken time to think about it, but I feel...pretty damn good. Maybe just because I'm not so horny anymore, but...it's more than that."

"You feel more confident don't you?" Dr Morgan asserted.




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 04



"Yes, I guess that's it. Maybe a little more...empowered? If that's the word?"

"That is precisely the word1" Dr. Morgan beamed. "You've made an important discovery Jeanette. You've always been dependent on Damien or someone else to give you what you needed. You needed to realize you have what it takes to change the equation. Being submissive has a special kind of thrill, but it also makes you dependent on other people's will. Sometimes you have to be able to bend that other person's will just a little. That my dear, is part of being a complete woman."

"Wow, I guess you're right, I do feel more...womanly." she giggled. 

"Speaking of which, I have to get cleaned up. Mark will be home from school soon and he wants me to greet him in..well you know all about that. He insists that I greet him dressed in a sheer nightgown, nylons, a garter belt and heels. He's been molesting me as soon as he hits the front door. It was a little awkward at first, but now I actually look forward to it. I was um...kind of hoping that today, he'd um...take me on the stairs."

"Oh, Mark won't be home after school today Jeanette." Dr Morgan said smugly.

"What? Why, what's happened?"

"Nothing's happened. It's just that, we thought it might be a good idea to do some more deep level therapy with him to modify his behavior with his pathetic little pom-pom girlfriend. As much fun as I'm having turning you into his bitch, I'm a little concerned about what might happen if he goes off to College thinking all women are like you and Karen. The messages he's been getting lately might get him into serious trouble if we don't moderate them a little. So I scheduled an after-school session for him in my downtown office."

"We?" Jeanette asked. "We who?"

"Oh, it's a professional term. My staff and I of course. No need to worry, he's my last appointment of the day, so I'll bring him home with me."

"But I could---"

"Spend some time meditating on what you accomplished today. Envision yourself doing it again, without a post-hypnotic suggestion. Have fun. See you soon." 

"Damn. Jeanette sulked a few minutes, wondering why no one had told her about the appointment, and who else was involved at Dr. Morgan's downtown office. Mostly she was disappointed that her handsome, perpetually horny son wouldn't be coming home soon to ravish her. 

"Oh well," she sighed. "Maybe I can get Mitch to come over and fuck me again before Marilyn gets home." 



Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 05



Mark caught a ride downtown with one of the coaches who dropped him off at the building where Dr. Morgan kept her office. The suite on the third floor was at the end of an alcove, very private and quite impressively furnished. But the centerpiece of the front desk was not enormous mahogany desk, but the beautiful receptionist behind it. She was a petite brunette, with big brown eyes with golden flecks. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun on top of her head and a pearl necklace accentuated her long graceful neck and delicate frame. The plunging neckline of her black blouse showed just a hint of cleavage. She was alluring and sensuous, but aloof and professional, just like her boss. 

But there was something about her face, something in her expression. She was polite enough when she greeted him, but distant. She didn't hold eye contact for more than a second or two. How could such a pretty girl be so shy, he wondered. 

As she lead him into Dr. Morgan's inner office, he took a moment to appreciate the furnishings. The traditional leather couch was there across from a leather chair and desk for Dr. Morgan. He cocked is head and looked at the floor. No carpet. The hallway had been carpeted, but Dr. Morgan's office had a marble tiled marble floor. Nice digs, he thought as he strode in and headed for the couch. Dr. Morgan shook his hand firmly and affixed him with that million dollar smile. 

As usual, she looked like Miss America in a business suit. She dazzled with perfect features, bright blue eyes, and shortly cropped blond hair. Her supermodel figure was wrapped tightly in a silk blouse and blue pinstripe skirt suit. He noticed her shapely toned legs covered in dark nylons. Her curvaceous calves were accentuated by her high heels and an ankle bracelet. A knockout, but all business at the same time. Dr. Claudia Morgan's beauty, attire and demeanor made men want her but also communicated clearly that they would have her only on her terms. 

"Good to see you again Mark. I'm glad you could make it so soon after football practice. Lie down, make yourself comfortable." 

"Thanks Dr. Morgan. I still don't understand why I'm here though. I mean, at your downtown office instead of your home office," he said as he settled in to the comfortable leather couch. 

"Well I have some concerns about you and I thought it might be better if we worked through them here, where I can get assistance from my staff if necessary." And I can charge your insurance more if I see you here, but that's between me and your secret sponsor, she mused. 

"You see, I've been thinking about your behavior toward your girlfriend Karen. And of course your new relationship with your mother Jeanette. Both of those could be categorized as..abusive. I know I told you to take a more dominant role with your mother, to help her deal with her anxiety issues and prevent her from relapsing into smoking. But what worries me is this. I don't want you thinking that all the women in your life are as submissive and dysfunctional as Karen and Jeanette. Specifically, I don't want you going off to college and getting in trouble for date-rape. And, considering the recent upheaval in your life, I'm wondering if your behavior isn't based in part on resentment." 

"What upheaval? What resentment?" Mark asked. 

"Well, your parents divorced. Your father left. He didn't just leave your mother. In a less direct sense, he left you too." Dr. Morgan watched carefully an noted that Mark's expression had darkened. "It's perfectly normal in these situations to feel some anger and resentment at one or both parents. In your case, it seems that, perhaps, you're directing yours toward your mother." 

"Well, you did say that the reason my Dad left was because Mom was too passive," Mark replied quickly. 

"Mark, dear, I never said any such thing," Dr. Morgan said. There was a benevolent tone in her voice, but those deep blue eyes had that mischievous smile, as if she was hiding some naughty secret. "I only said that your mother has grown up around dominant men, including your father and her father. That experience has robbed her of her self esteem, and made her feel unworthy." 

"Okay, well, I can agree with that," Mark said. "She definitely has low self-esteem. She keeps calling herself a no-good slut. Like you said, she has a strong sex drive, but she basically has to be forced into it. Which she likes, by the way. She told me herself. She said she fucking loved it when I bitch-slapped her, grabbed her hair, bent her over your couch and fucked her brains out. And I seem to remember, you got off on it too. You climbed up there to get a ringside seat and fucked yourself silly with a dildo. You made me do that to her and you got off watching. " 

Dr. Morgan's eyes turned dark and anger passed over her face like a fleeting shadow. "You're missing the point, Mark. We're not talking about why you did what you did; why you sexually assaulted your mother. We're not talking about how she felt about it. I just want to make sure you aren't harboring resentments toward women in general that can be a problem later; for them and for you." 

"Well, " he said pensively as he turned his gaze inward. "If I did have any resentment, I'm pretty sure we've defused it. Since you gave me permission to basically make her my bitch. I think any pent-up resentment I had has been spent- mostly on Mom's face." 

Dr. Morgan found it hard to suppress a smile at the thought of having turned Mark's respectable suburban Mom into a cum-guzzling slut. "Well, that's good to hear. So tell me then how you feel about your girlfriend Karen." 

"I thought you said you know all about that," Mark said sarcastically. "You even know how many times I've jerked off thinking about your tits." 

"I do," Dr. Morgan said with a sly smile. "You did it three times in the first week of our sessions together." Mark blushed and cast his eyes downward. "What I don't know is how you and Karen got together and how is it that all the other women in your life are submissives who let you treat them like starving hookers." 

Mark sighed and pursed his lips. "Actually, they're not. At least, not all of them. Well they are now, but it wasn't always like that." 

"What do you mean?" Was there someone else before Karen?" 

"Yeah, my first girlfriend was a great girl named Debbie. It didn't work out and it still kind of pisses me off when I think about it. But it's okay, I got past that. I don't think I told you about it in that last session, but my Dad actually had something to do with all that. " 

Dr. Morgan sat forward and picked up her pen and paper. "Oh really. Tell me more about that." 

"Not much to tell really. You kind of have to know my Dad. He's kind of a 'take charge' kind of guy. That's how he got to be the sales manager at the biggest car dealership in the city. He knows how to get what he wants. Anyway, there's this girl in my history class. Debbie Caldwell. Really smart, gorgeous brunette. Big brown eyes, nice tits, and a really nice ass. She looks so hot in those tight jeans she wears. Anyway. I finally got her attention. We were hitting it off and we went together for a few weeks. You know, hanging out at school and stuff. I finally get up the nerve to ask her out, y'know on a real date. My Dad takes me aside. He's like, 'Son, the secret to getting anywhere with women is to take charge. You know, make a move.' He goes, 'losers sit around and wait for something good to happen. Winners make something good happen.' " 

Dr. Morgan was taking copious notes, engrossed in this new revelation about Mark's father's influence. "And how did that work out with Debbie? Did you um...make something good happen?" 

"Not exactly," Mark chuckled. "We went out, had dinner and, on the way home, we parked. We start necking, and things are going pretty good and I figure, okay Mark, 'make something happen'. So I grope her tits and the next thing I know, WHAM! She slaps the shit out of me and insists that I take her home." 

"Oh, I see. Not what you expected was it?" 

"Hell no! So I go home and Dad meets me at the door with this shit-eating grin on his face and asks me how it went. I tell him and he just like brushes it off and says, 'Okay, so go get another one. Plenty of fish in the sea' and all that shit. So I go to school the next day wondering who I'm gonna ask out next and wondering if Debbie told all her friends about me putting the moves on her. They probably all think I'm some kind of perv. " 

"Then I notice during lunch, one of her friends Karen Rogers, is checking me out. Karen's not quite as hot as Debbie, but she's got great legs and a pretty face. Long blonde hair. Cheerleader type, you know. So after school, I catch up with her and ask her out. She blushes and says 'yes'." 

"Aha," Dr. Morgan said as she speared her notepad with her pen. "I'm guessing you didn't get the same reaction from Karen that you got from Debbie." She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and got comfortable. Mark was temporarily distracted by the sight of her shapely legs clad in black stockings. Her dark blue pinstriped skirt was only mid-thigh to begin with, but it kept riding up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She noticed him looking and gave him one of those charming smiles that sent a jolt right to his groin. 

He cleared his throat and continued. "No, it went much better. We went out to dinner and, as usual, we stopped in the park on the way home. We start kissing and she's really hot, I mean really into it. Tongue practically down my throat. So I start groping her tits. They weren't as nice as Debbie's..not nearly as big as yours- I mean they're nice and firm, but not that big-36 C, maybe. Anyway, she's moaning and kissing me even hotter." 

"I'll bet that was exciting," Dr. Morgan interrupted in her sultry voice. 

"Very. I got a boner right away and was having a great time feeling her up. I actually slid my hands down into her blouse and into her bra so I had my hands full of her tits. Her nipples were really stiff so I start to squeeze them and she moans even louder." 

"Yes, go on, Mark" Dr Morgan added in her sultry voice. She shifted again in her chair and very slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was almost at the tops of her thighs now, revealing that she was wearing stockings, not panty hose. She was looking him right in the eye as he gazed at those shapely thighs. "What happened next? What did you do?" 

"I remembered what Dad said about making something happen. I broke off the kiss, unzipped my pants, grabbed her around the back of her neck and pushed her face down toward my crotch. I'm like, 'Suck it Baby' I said. 'You know you want it.' But I'm holdin' my breath thinking she's about to slap my face and call me a pervert. 

Instead, she takes lets out this little moan, takes a deep breath and goes down on me! I was in heaven! That was my first blow-job you know. Her mouth felt so fuckin' good on my cock" He blushed. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I mean, her mouth felt so good on my penis." 

"Now Mark, you know you can express yourself freely with me. We have nothing to hide," Dr. Morgan said mischievously. Her gaze was fixed on Mark's tented jeans. Before he could respond, she was up out of her chair and kneeling next to the couch. "Speaking of which, it looks like you're hiding another...'boner' in there. You look uncomfortable." 

She looked him right him in the eyes, slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants. "We can't have that distracting you, now can we? I want you to feel completely unfettered, emotionally and physically. There, that's better isn't it," she said softly, her hand still resting on his hardening manhood. 

Mark swallowed hard and tried to control his breathing. "Yes, much. Thank you." 

"Good, now you were saying...Karen's mouth felt so fucking good...on your hard cock." She was lightly stroking it now, teasing him to a full erection. 

"Oh geez. I mean, yeah, it felt awesome. I mean, she wasn't really that good at it, but she was definitely into it. I could tell she wanted it. She sucked it like she was starving for cock. I was in heaven. I reach around and grope her bare tits while she's suckin' my dick. That makes her even hotter. She starts moaning and flicking her tongue all over the head of my cock. I could feel the vibrations of her moaning in my cock. So I take it a little further and basically start fucking her mouth. I still had my hand on her neck and she couldn't go anywhere so I started pumping up into her mouth. I couldn't help it really. I was just so fucking excited. Partly I think because I was so surprised that Dad's advice worked and I just felt so...I don't know...'manly' sounds stupid but...It was definitely a rush. I felt like a rock star." 

"I understand the feeling, Mark. Taking charge sexually is a pretty exhilarating experience," she said in her velvety voice. She was lightly squeezing his cock now as she spoke. She squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip, leaned forward, and slowly licked it off causing Mark's cock to jump in her hand. 

"Oh, by the way," she purred. "Speaking of taking charge...you didn't tell me about the key I gave you. Did you have occasion to use it? Did you hypnotize your mother?" 

"Oh, yeah!" Mark answered enthusiastically. "It was pretty cool, actually. Worked like a charm." 

"Tell me all about it. Why did you have to resort to it and what did you do?" Her voice was like deep velvet, and Mark could almost feel the hypnotic influence pushing him to full disclosure. But there was something in her eyes that disturbed him. 

"Well, I uh. Invited my buddy Ben over to study. My grades have gotten so much better since you helped me with my concentration and study habits that he asked me to tutor him. So, since it was the first evening after, you know, after you told me to make her my bitch and everything, I figured, what the hell, why not go all the way and do a three-way. 

"Mmmm, sounds thrilling. That's every man's fantasy, isn't it? Sharing a hot, slut who can't get enough cock. So, did Jeanette balk at the thought of being pimped out to your buddy?" 

"Uh yeah, I guess if you wanna put it that way. She said doing it with me was one thing, but she couldn't have sex with Ben. She was terrified of what might happen if his parents found out. So I hypnotized her and told her Ben was my roommate and we'd been away at school for a few months and she was dying of loneliness, so horny she couldn't stand it anymore. Oh, and since you said to be discrete, I gave her a shot of bourbon and told Ben that she was drunk. He had no idea she was in a trance. Pretty cool, huh?" 

"Yes, that was very clever, Mark," she purred as she slipped her hands down to fondle his cock and balls. He sighed and her fingertips caressed his scrotum. She looked up at him as she slowly dragged her tongue up his shaft. There was a smoldering fire in her deep blue eyes. He gulped, torn between arousal and apprehension." But there's just one thing I don't understand," she prompted. 

"What, I was very discrete. Like I said, Ben had no idea. What um.." he stammered, clearing his throat. "What don't you understand, Doctor?" 

"What I don't understand Mark, is why-after my instruction to use that key discretely- you hypnotized your mother and sent her to my door -" Her voice hardened and her grip on his scrotum tightened. Mark stopped breathing. "With a post-hypnotic suggestion to to french kiss me with her whore mouth full of your cum!" 

She tightened her grip and he cried out in shock. She literally had him by the balls and was applying just enough pressure to cause the onset of serious pain. His heart raced and he broke out in a cold sweat. 

"Sending your mother out in broad daylight in her robe and panties, with a mouthful of semen is not what I would call, discrete. Don't you agree, Mark," she growled as she ratcheted up the pressure on his ball sack. 

"Yes ma'am. I mean, no, no ma'am, that wasn't discrete. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it'll never, NEVER happen again!" 

"Gooood," she purred. The velvet and honey voice was back and she fire left her eyes. She relaxed her grip on his balls, pushed his legs wider apart, dropped her head and licked them tenderly. He breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure. She sucked one testicle into her mouth, fixed her gaze on him again and the fire was back in her eyes. She mouthed it tightly, bringing him back to the brink of pain before releasing it, then grazed it with her teeth. 

"And I shouldn't have to tell you how much I hate being interrupted by one of my playthings when I'm working. Much less how much I hate being ambushed by a sub-slut with a mouth full of dick-snot. If you ever do anything like that again, you little shit..." she smiled wickedly and bit him just hard enough to cause him to wince and gasp, then released him. "You won't have these anymore." 

"Never again, I swear!" he said, almost whimpering. 

"Good. I''m so glad we understand each other," she purred as she resumed stroking his cock. "The next time you hypnotize your mother, think with that head, not this one." 

"Now, you were telling me about your other submissive slut in your life. You followed your father's advice and Karen gave you a rock star quality blow-job. Did I get that right? " 

"Uh yeah, he gasped, as his heart rate began to return to normal. Despite the pain she'd just inflicted and the threat to his manhood, having her down there stroking his cock and looking up at him with those piercing blue eyes had him hard as a rock and on edge. He had to struggle to remember what or whom he'd been talking about. 

"Well, the date with Karen went much better. I um...I fucked her mouth and groped her tits for a few more minutes and then blew my load right in her mouth. I still had my hand on the back of her head so she couldn't pull away and she just kept sucking and swallowed my load. It felt incredible. " 

"That sounds verrry exciting Mark," Dr. Morgan purred. "Thank you for sharing that with me." That irresistible fire burned in her intense blue eyes and Mark felt like he was on the verge of another orgasm. Had it been anyone else stroking his cock at that moment, he would have grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. But she was in complete control and they both knew it, especially after she'd threatened to turn him into a eunuch. "So was that how the date ended?" 

"Yeah, and get this. I go home right, and I tell my Dad about it and I think he's going to be happy for me. He says, 'Is that all you got? No poontang? Come on son, she didn't say 'no' to anything you did. You could have had that little honey on her back, tapping that well, you know what I'm sayin'? Then he says, 'Son, the first rule of sales is never leave money on the table. And the first rule of handling women is, take whatever you can get. Remember that'" 

"I must say your father sounds like um... quite a character. I hope I get to meet him someday. So apparently you took his advice." 

"Yeah. Karen called me the next day and said how much she enjoyed our date! So right then I knew Dad was right. We went out again a few days later. That time, I picked her up and she was wearing this really tight, clingy blouse and a short black skirt, showin' off her legs. She's got great legs. We were supposed to go to dinner, but when I saw her like that I thought 'what the fuck', this bitch wants it bad." 

"So I drove her over to the high school practice field. It was a couple hours after football practice, so I knew it would be deserted. I took her behind the bleachers. She gives me this pouty little girl look and she's like, 'Mark, I thought we were going out for a nice dinner.' I'm like, 'Sorry baby, I can't help it. You look so damn hot, I can't think about anything else right now.' She gives me this really hot look and she's like, 'What're you gonna do to me?' I grabbed her and kissed her and started gropin' her tits & her tight little ass. Like before, she sticks her tongue in my mouth so I know she really wants it. So... I pushed her down to her knees, unzipped my pants, and stuck my cock in her mouth." 




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 05



"And she gave you another blow-job? Sucked your hard cock?" Dr Morgan sighed. She never took her eyes off his as she slowly stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock. He gasped and his cock jumped and throbbed in her hands. "Go on Mark. Did you fuck her mouth again?" 

"Uh...uh yeah, for a little while. I had both hands in her hair and I just fucked her mouth right there under the bleachers. She was moaning and sucking like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes of that, I pull out and she's looking up at me, licking her lips like a porn star. I kneel down with her, reach down and pull her skirt up and start feeling her pussy. She was sooo fuckin' wet! She starts moaning and grinding against my hand and I'm thinking 'Jackpot baby!' So I pulled her panties off and pushed her over into the grass. Before she can say anything, I"m on top of her. I took her right there and fucked her in the grass under the bleachers. Just pounded that pussy. She went wild. When her head wasn't thrashing from side to side, she was kissing and biting my neck. It...was...awesome!" 

Dr. Morgan was pumping his cock more rapidly now, bringing the head to a deep purple and milking more pre-cum from the engorged head. "And, were there any..repercussions? Did she just let you take her right there in the grass?" 

Mark gasped again fighting to concentrate on the memory while Dr Morgan stroked his hard cock. "Uh, repercussions? No, she loved it. We've been dating ever since. The next date, we went out for dinner and I took her home, parked in back of her house. Her parents were inside playing bridge with some neighbors, so I walked her into the her back yard and pushed her up against a big oak tree, out of view of the house. She already had her panties off, so I hiked her skirt up, picked her up and backed her into the tree. So her back's against the tree and I've got her by the ass. She whispers, "fuck me!" so I lift her ass up step between her legs and fuck her right up against the tree. Oh my God that was wild. She was biting her lip to keep quiet, so I fucked her even harder. She stuffed her skirt in her mouth when she came but she was still kind of loud. We could hear her parents inside talking and laughing. I think that made her even hotter. And I'm thinking, 'Yeah old man, you wouldn't be laughing if you knew I was out her fucking your daughter'. 

The next day at school, she was all over me, actin' like Romeo & Juliet. So of course right then I knew I had it made. Jackpot. Of course, I see her less now since I'm fucking Mom, but Karen still lets me do her pretty much whenever I want. Wherever I want. " 

"And that young man, is a big problem." Dr. Morgan said firmly. The firm grip she had on the base of Mark's manhood matched the steel in her voice. He winced, fully expecting her to squeeze his balls again. "Mark, your father was only half right. You got lucky in more ways than one. You can't go through life thinking you can take any woman you want if you're aggressive enough. And, I may have pushed you farther in that direction when I gave you permission to have sex with Jeanette." 

"You mean when you gave me permission to fuck my mother." he smirked. 

"Yes, to fuck your sweet, frustrated, chain-smoking mother. She needed it and I'm convinced it was the right thing for her, but I'm afraid we've given you a dangerous message. I don't want to read about you getting arrested or kicked out of school for date-rape. You're going to have to learn that not every woman is sexually submissive. Some of us..." she smiled lustily as she stood and began removing her jacket "...like to be in charge." 

Mark watched mesmerized as the stunning blonde tossed her pinstripe blazer aside, slowly unbuttoned her white silk blouse, unhooked the front clasp on her lacy black bra and removed it. Her D-cup breasts barely moved as she unfettered them. They were full and round and perfect. She slid her hands down her sides and deftly removed the pinstripe skirt, revealing only nylons and a lacy black garter belt. Her neatly trimmed blonde bush barely covered her glistening, swollen labia. 

"You, young man, need to be taught a lesson." She straddled his prone body on the couch, reached down and took hold of his cock. Her eyes fluttered briefly as she felt the head of his hard young cock pressing against her mound. "You need to learn that sometimes, the man is not in charge...and doesn't need to be. Hört mich an, mon jouet. You will lie perfectly still until I give you permission to move. You will not touch me unless I say so. And you will not - cannot- ejaculate until I give you permission. Do you understand?" 

She had entranced him instantly, sending him into a state of extreme suggestibility. Even if he wanted to object, he felt completely powerless to resist. And he definitely didn't want to object. "Yes ma'am, he intoned." 

"Goood." She smiled that electric smile that made his pulse race. She slowly settled down and with maddening deliberation lowered herself onto his cock, savoring each inch as it penetrated and filled her. He gritted his teeth and laid his head back on the couch fighting the urge to grab her hips and thrust upward into her wet womb. She sighed as she finally sank down onto his pelvic bone and began gyrating on his hard young cock. 

"Oh my God," Mark gasped as he was enveloped in her incredibly tight, hot, wet pussy. He was thankful for her hypnotic suggestion. Otherwise, he'd be blasting her cervix with cum already. He felt like every nerve ending in his body was alive with energy. 

"Mmmmm, yess," she purred seductively. "Good boy, Mark. You, young man, are my sex toy. My real live blow- up doll, my human dildo. A nice, thick, hard one". She raised her hips and started moving up and down. She settled into a comfortable pace, riding his rod, working it for every ounce of pleasure. 

"I'll bet this feels better than when you fucked Karen in the grass, doesn't it," she purred. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, bringing her barely swaying tits tantalizingly close to his face. 

"Oh hell yeah," he moaned. 

"Do you know why it feels soooo good, Mark," she whispered. "Because I'm in control. Because all you have to do is lie back and enjoy my body. Feel my hot pussy sliding up and down your hard cock, sucking your cock like a hungry mouth." He groaned as she gripped him with her vaginal muscles and slid slowly upward until only the head was inside. They gasped in unison as she slammed back down, burying his cock deep in her pussy. 

"I'll bet Karen felt the same thrill when you fucked her under the bleachers. She just laid back, spread her legs, and let you take her. She surrendered herself completely to you, body and soul. Did she cum while you were pounding her tight little pussy?" Her voice was taking on an urgent edge to it, as her own passion built. "Did you make your little sub-slut girlfriend come?" 

"Yes!" he gasped. "She was wailing and clutching my back. Her pussy got so tight." 

"She came because she surrendered herself to you, just like you're surrendering yourself to me. It feels good to surrender, doesn't it, Mark?" 

"Oh yeah, it feels so fucking good!" he grunted. 

"Since you've been such a good boy, you can touch my breasts now, with your hands and your mouth." Mark's hand were a blur as he grabbed her magnificent tits. He fondled them both, raised his head sucked her entire left aureola deep into his mouth. She gasped, slammed herself down on his cock, and began riding him faster, using her weight to drive his thick eight inch tool into her pussy. She bit her lip for a while, but eventually the torrent of obscenities began to flow as she rode her human sex toy. 

"Oh FUCK yes, baby, bite my fucking titties you horny little bastard, oh yeah it's so fucking hard...nasty little bastard, you've been fucking that sweet young girl and fucking your own mother...shoving your big hard cock deep in her hole... pounding her pussy and filling her with your nasty cum...ohhh fuck, YES!" 

To Mark it seemed like an eternity, a moment suspended in time. Dr Morgan convulsed, grunting and hissing through tightly clenched teeth and slammed her pussy down onto him, grinding out her release. She humped back and forth and bathed his fleshy pole in her nectar. Minutes passed while she floated back to full awareness and leaned forward, kissing Mark lightly on the lips. 

"Thank you Mark," she sighed.. "There's nothing quite like fucking a nice, hard, young cock. And how about you? It does feel good to surrender, doesn't it Mark?" 

"Yes ma'am!" he groaned. He squeezed her firm tits again and bucked upward into her relaxing pussy, almost whining with frustration and lust. 

"Mmmmm, you're still nice and hard, and all that hot cum is still locked up tight in your balls. I'll bet you want to let it go, don't you?" She said with a wicked smile. 

"Yes please!" 

"You will, young man." She slowly slid up his throbbing cock teasing him as her wet lips drooled along his aching shaft. "But not quite yet. And certainly not in me." She climbed off of him, walked casually to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom. "Emily." 

"Yes Dr. Morgan?" Came the reply. It was the lovely receptionist Mark had been ogling before he came in for the session. 

"Come in here quickly" Dr Morgan's steely voice replied. There was that tone of iron clad authority. "I require your assistance with a patient." The 'Yes ma'am' was cut off as Dr Morgan ended the conversation and settled in her chair without bothering to put her blouse or skirt back on. Mark looked a little confused, but he was so horny that he'd have fucked Hillary Clinton if she walked in the room. 

Emily strode quickly but silently into the office, her head down, eyes averted. She was dressed in a tweed skirt and black blouse with dark nylons and high heels.. She barely stood 5' 6" in the heels and Mark figured she couldn't have been more than 115lbs soaking wet. Her dark hair, tied up in a bun on her head and her large black framed glasses gave her a studious look. 

Dr. Morgan strode quickly to meet her, grabbed her roughly by her bun and pulled her head downward. Emily quietly sank to her knees. Dr. Morgan continued to force her head toward the floor and Emily collapsed onto her hands and knees on the cold, hard tile floor. 

"Good little bitch," Dr. Morgan said coldly. "Now come along." She pulled at Emily's hair like a leash and the lovely brunette followed along, crawling over to the couch. Mark reacted instinctively, scooted to the edge of the couch and spread his legs. His rock-hard cock, still glistening with Dr. Morgan's creamy nectar stood straight up in the air, pulsing with his heartbeat. 

"Mark, I believe you've met my assistant, Emily". Dr Morgan said. Her face was as hard as her voice. "She's been with the practice for many years. She worked for my late husband Carl and I decided to keep her on when I took over. Emily, Mr. Wilson is in some distress, as you can see. Please relieve him. That is what you do best, after all." 

Before Emily could reply, Dr. Morgan had stepped over her, straddling her back and pushed Emily's head forward with both hands, driving her mouth down on Mark's cock. She gasped and gagged as Dr. Morgan forced her head relentlessly downward until Emily's nose was pressed against Mark's groin. He cursed and gasped at the exhilarating sensation of having his cock suddenly buried to the hilt in this beautiful girl's throat. 

"You see Mark, Emily here knows all about the joy of submission, don't you Emily?" She abruptly yanked the girl's head upward, allowing her to gasp for air and breathe out a "Yes ma'am" before she shoved it back down and buried Mark's cock deep in her throat. Emily's throat was relaxed and there was no indication of resistance in her face,but her hands clenched and unclenched in silent panic. 

"Oh fuck!" Mark groaned as he bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into Emily's hot mouth and throat. He clenched the couch and grunted, straining against the pressure in his balls and the iron will of Dr Morgan's post-hypnotic command. "Ahhhhh fuck, that feels so good!" 

Dr Morgan looked up at him and smiled sweetly as she continued to pin Emily's face against Mark's groin. "See I told you? Sometimes it feels better to surrender. Now, are you ready for that sweet release? Do you want to shoot your load down this little's bitch's throat?" 

"Yes ma'am," Mark grunted. His whole body was one big knot of sexual tension. 

"Oh, I've got a better idea," Dr. Morgan said in a deep, sultry voice. She jerked Emily's head upward. The girl's retreating lips left thick strands of drool and pre-cum stringing down to Mark's cock. 

"Stand up Mark," she ordered. As he did so, she perched on the edge of the couch, took hold of his cock with one hand and grabbed Emily's hair bun with the other. Holding Emily's head just inches from Mark's throbbing, glistening cock, she began to stroke it vigorously. 

"Open your mouth, bitch. Give us a nice little target," she hissed. Emily complied and parted her lips looking up at Mark. "Oooh yeah, that's it cunt. Now, open wide and say 'please'." 

"Please," Emily said quietly. She was barely audible, but her big dark eyes were full of desire. 

Dr. Morgan jerked her hair sharply back, causing a whimper in pain. "Say it like you mean it, Bitch!" she hissed. 

"Please, give me your cum, Mr. Wilson," Emily groaned. "Please shoot your hot, sticky semen all over my face!" 

"Much better, dear," Dr. Morgan purred. "You look so sweet when you beg. And now, Mark, be a gentleman and give the cum-guzzling little whore what she asked for," Dr. Morgan said sarcastically as she jerked his cock toward Emily's mouth. 

A heartbeat later, he groaned loudly and shook as Dr Morgan jerked him off, jerking his cock like a pump action shotgun. Emily's face took the full blast at point blank range. Thick white streams of cum splashec across her glasses, streaked her cheeks, hung from her nose down to her lips and began to pool on her chin. She shuddered and gasped as the hot semen splashed and cascaded down her skin. 

Dr. Morgan held Emily's head firmly in place inches from Mark's spurting cock and jerked it until he had spent his load. She let his cum ooze out over her fingers, then flicked it off onto the floor. A huge wad slid slowly from Emily's chin, and landed with a splat on the tile. Dr. Morgan released Mark's cock and slowly ran her fingers around Emily's face, gathering the rest of Mark's thick,creamy-white jizz from her cheeks, and pushed it into Emily's open mouth, then closed her jaw with her hand and said, "gulp it down." 

Emily did as commanded and gulped loudly, swallowing most of Mark's load. Her face was a mask of passive serenity. Only the cum on her glasses remained. 

"Oh my, look what a mess we've made," Dr. Morgan said. She pulled Emily's glasses off , turned them around and presented them to her. Emily quietly licked them clean and swallowed. 

"Oh dear, you're not done yet. Look what you've done to my nice marble floor,"she said 

At once, Mark understood why Dr. Morgan's office wasn't carpeted. Still gripping Emily's hair by the bun, she pushed her assistant's face relentlessly downward and said, "Clean up this mess, you stupid little bitch." 

She forced Emily's face to the cold hard floor. The expression on Emily's face registered her humiliation as she obediently stuck out her tongue and licked Mark's cum from the floor. Dr. Morgan held her down until she had licked most of it up, then smeared her face in the residue, using Emily's face like a dishrag. 

"Holy shit," Mark whispered. "That's just about the nastiest thing I've ever seen." 

Dr. Morgan released her grip on Emily's bun and patted her head. "Thank you Emily. That will be all." 

"Yes ma'am," Emily said in her submissive little girl voice, as she struggled to her feet. She straightened her blouse, and adjusted her glasses in a futile attempt to regain some measure of dignity. But the effort was ruined by the remnants of Mark's cum now smeared across her cheek and lips. She lowered her head slightly, turned and silently left the room. 

It took Mark a few minutes to fully recover, during which time Dr Morgan dressed and made a few notes on her pad. By the time his head had cleared and his heart stopped pounding, she was looking at him as calmly as when the session had started. 

"So Mark, as you see, sometimes it pays to let other people do the driving. Your father was only partly right. As you grow older, you'll need to be able to determine which women are truly submissive - like your mother-and which are not. Making the wrong judgment can be quite a costly mistake. And speaking of judgment, I trust you've learned your lesson about forgetting who's in charge here." 

"Yes ma'am," he said quickly. One hand went involuntarily to his crotch and he cupped his balls. Dr. Morgan noticed the defensive gesture and smiled. 

"Good boy. Now, speaking of other women, I'm thinking it's time for you to bring yours together. 

"Excuse me," Mark was still a little dazed. "What women?" 

"Your girlfriend and your mother, silly. Isn't it time you brought Karen home to meet the folks?" 

"The folks? You mean, the folk. My mother. Well, I don't see why not. Karen and I have only been dating a few months, so it's not like we're engaged or something. But...since they're both, as you say, 'submissive', and I'm the man of the house now, it might be a pretty cool idea." 

She gave him a warning glare and cleared her throat. "I know, I know." he added quickly. "Sometimes it pays to be submissive. Got it. I'll keep that in mind when I go off to college." 

"I'm serious Mark, I suggest you make a date and bring Karen over for dinner. And speaking of dinner, it's getting late. I promised Jeanette I'd bring you home with me. Let's get going before they lock us in the office building." 

"Okay, I'll think about it," Mark said as they made their way toward the door. "Maybe Mom and Karen will hit it off. Hey, maybe they'll get in an argument over who's the hotter sub-slut and a cat-fight will break out. They'll rip each others' clothes off and start a nude mud-wrestling match. I can sell tickets!," Mark chuckled. 

"Insufferable jock" Dr. Morgan slapped him on the shoulder. "You'd better watch yourself young man, or I'll hypnotize you and turn you into a drag queen." 

"You wouldn't!" Mark gasped as he froze in place. "Yes ma'am, dinner it is! Sometimes it feels good to submit!" 

They both burst out laughing and, as they headed toward the elevator, Mark turned and added." I've got a better idea. Why don't you join us for dinner? Tonight. Mom's making spaghetti and meatballs. I know you like sinking your teeth into some big juicy meatballs," he teased. 

She glared at him for a moment, then softened and slapped him in the back of the head. "What the hell am I going to do with you?" she chuckled. "But yes, actually that sounds like a good idea. That will give me a chance to catch up with Jeanette and help her process a few things. Thank you Mark, I think I'll take you up on that."



Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 06



Author's note: There are some misconceptions about hypnosis. There's a line in an old song by The Who that says "the hypnotized never lie."

Yes they do. They just don't know they're lying. I worked with a woman who was the victim of a serial rapist. She gave an initial statement to police describing her attacker. She was subsequently questioned under hypnosis and gave a different testimony. That testimony lead to the conviction of a man who, many years later, was exonerated by DNA evidence. But to this day, that woman remains convinced of the truth of the false statements she made under the influence of hypnosis.

What's that go to do with our story, you ask? Simply this. A person under hypnosis can be made to believe something at the core of their being that is completely false. And in their believing it, that lie becomes reality. It becomes their new truth.

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Jeanette was a little surprised when Mark brought Dr. Morgan home as a dinner guest. As soon as Dr. Morgan walked in, Jeanette's mind flashed back to the events of that morning, starting with the vicious bitch slap the doctor had given her for her snowball ambush and concluding with sexual assault by Dr. Morgan's attorney. Her cheeks flushed with the memory of her pain and humiliation. She visibly stiffened as Dr. Morgan approached.

The fact that she was dressed in her usual evening attire didn't help matters. Mark had insisted that she greet him every evening wearing only a pair of nylons, a garter belt and a sheer baby doll nightie. She had gotten accustomed to it and actually looked forward to receiving her son dressed as his sex slave, but she suddenly felt awkward in front of Dr. Morgan. "Oh. Hello, Dr. Morgan. I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting company."

But the blonde's femdom demeanor was gone, or at least for the moment. She greeted Jeanette with a warm smile and a gentle hug. "Since I'm here as a dinner guest, please call me Claudia."

"Oh. Of course. Well, um, please let me take your jacket....Claudia," Jeanette stammered as Claudia gracefully removed her pinstripe blazer and handed it to her humble hostess.

"I must say Jeanette, you look good enough to eat," Claudia said in her velvety seductive voice. She stepped closer and caressed Jeanette's cheek. "I'm sure dinner will be wonderful, but I'm already looking forward to...dessert. Speaking of which, I took the liberty of bringing some wine for us to share. I hope you don't mind. I thought it might help us have a nice, relaxing, evening."

Oh my God, how does she do that? Jeanette's mind raced. A minute ago, I was terrified of her, now she's making me wet. She could take me right here, right now, I'd do anything she wanted. This woman owns me and she knows it. "That's...very sweet of you...Claudia. I'm glad you'll be dining with us this evening." She couldn't resist touching Claudia lightly on the arm and letting her hand rest there. It sent another little thrill through her bosom.

"Mark and I usually exchange notes about our day over dinner," Jeanette added. "Maybe, if it's not against your um...client privilege, we could talk about what you discussed at the office?"

"I'm sure you both have a lot to talk about this evening," Claudia replied with a hint of mischief sparkling in her dazzling blue eyes. "I think you've each had...a rather eventful day. "

They did indeed have a lot to share and the time seemed to stand still as they dined on Chicken Parmesan and shared their stories. The wine helped everyone forget their past roles and enjoy the moment. Mark went first. He was embarrassed as he told Jeanette about the reprimand Dr. Morgan had given him for having sent Jeanette out the door in a trance with a mouthful of his cum. And he was both embarrassed and excited to recount the details of her lesson on the benefits of submission. Jeanette's nipples stiffened visibly under the sheer nightie as she heard about Mark's adventures with Karen and how Dr. Morgan had restrained and ridden him on her couch.

Then, as his mother told of her impromptu visit to Dr. Morgan's home office, Mark shifted several times in his chair to adjust his stiffening dick, then stopped eating altogether and stared dumbly as she told her son how much she loved getting filled by Lonnie's big black cock. By the time she finished telling them about having been sucked Lonnie's cum from Dr. Morgan's pussy, and later seducing their friend Mitch, Mark had opened his pants to accommodate his raging hard-on.

The fact that Claudia had orchestrated all of this didn't make her immune to the excitement of the retelling. Her nipples were visibly stiff under her silk blouse. And she'd unconsciously unbuttoned the top three buttons, revealing much more of her deep cleavage.

"Well Jeanette," Claudia sighed. "That was a sumptuous dinner. I can hardly wait to see what you have planned for dessert. Something...hot & creamy, I hope." She shot Jeanette a 'come hither' look and licked her lips sensuously. Jeanette smiled wickedly and left the table. She returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with a large cheesecake topped with cherry glaze and whipped cream.

"Not quite hot and creamy," Jeanette said as she set the tray down and passed out saucers." But certainly sweet and creamy". They made short work of the rich cheesecake. Then Claudia carried her saucer over to Jeanette's place, and spooned some of the sticky sweet cherry glaze on to Jeanette's right breast. Then she knelt beside her, cupped her tit and slowly licked it off. Jeanette ran her hands through Claudia's hair and moaned as the beautiful blonde sucked and bit at her big dark nipples.

Then Claudia reached for the whipped cream, squirted some on each nipple, and slowly sucked them clean. By the time she was done, they looked like little brown thumbs sticking out from her shapely breasts. Jeanette writhed in her chair and spread her legs involuntarily as she grew wetter and hornier. Mark watched with rapt attention lightly stroking his cock under the table.

"My turn, Claudia," Jeanette said as she took the whipped cream. She finished unbuttoning Claudia's blouse and squirted the cool cream onto her stiff pink nipples. Then turned the nozzle into her deep cleavage and filled it with cream. She began sucking hungrily at one nipple and squeezing Claudia's full, firm D-Cup tits. "Perfect," she hissed. "God, I love your boobs, Claudia! I wish mine were just like this!" Claudia gasped and moaned quietly as Jeanette worshiped her tits, sending jolts of electric passion straight to her mound.

"Mom, you're only doing half the job," Mark chimed in. "Looks like you need some help with those things. And since I've had practice today, I'm eminently qualified to assist." He quickly knelt on the other side of Claudia and busied himself sucking her other nipple clean. Jeanette buried her face in Claudia's cleavage and sucked and licked her way through the melting cream to the bottom of the valley, moaning with deep desire and the sheer joy of the moment. She felt giddy and completely at ease. Claudia's hands fondled Mark and Jeanette's heads pulling them to her bosom as she gasped and encouraged them with lewd whispers.

Mark's hand glided down Clauida's smooth, flat torso, but when he reached what he thought would be the top of her skirt, he found his mother's hand already at work unfastening it.

Jeanette giggled, and winked at Mark. "I guess dirty minds think alike," she quipped. "Come on son, let's treat our dinner guest to a special 'thank you' for all she's done for us lately. All of the naughty, nasty fun we've had today is because of her."

"True dat, Mother, true dat!"

Jeanette took Claudia by the hand and invited her to stand. She and Mark stripped her of her skirt and gasped as she stepped out of it. Under her professional attire, she was dressed just like Jeanette; in a black lacy garter belt, thigh-high black stockings, and a tiny black thong. Jeanette knelt in front of her, embraced her hips and ass and buried her face in Claudia's mound. Claudia's hands sank into Jeanette's long thick locks as she ground her pubic mound against Jeanette's face.

"Jesus, Mom!" Mark gasped. "She looks hot enough without you throwing yourself at her trying to inhale her pussy." He watched as his mother hooked her fingers in Claudia's thong and began rolling it down over her hips. He began to strip off his pants and, by the time his mother had the stunning blonde standing half-naked in front of her, they were all bottomless.

Jeanette looked up and whispered "Claudia, I want you on the table...please. Sit back and spread these fabulous legs. You're going to be my tasty treat ."

"I'd be honored." Claudia hopped up on the edge of the table and spread her legs wide. Jeanette savored the view for a few minutes and gave Claudia's wet outer lips a few tender licks, then got the can of whipped cream and slowly slid the nozzle past her labia and shot a long, steady blast of the frosty cream into her hole. Claudia jerked and gasped as the cool cream entered her vagina and covered her mound. Jeanette didn't stop until her mound was covered in whipped cream. Then she took a deep breath and pushed in quickly, licking and sucking her way through the cool, sweet cream until she tasted the hot tangy flesh beneath.

"Ohhhh Yes! Eat my sweet, nasty pussy, you hungry bitch!" Claudia leaned back on her hands and ground her pussy into Jeanette's face, bucking and moaning as the hot tongue snaked into her opening and slithered around her hard clitoris. Jeanette reached up and slid two fingers deep into Claudia's pussy, fucking her as she sucked and tongue-lashed her clit. It wasn't long before Claudia began to grit her teeth and grunt. Jeanette knew that sound well by now and added a third finger and fucked her harder to drive her guest to an intense, bucking, shuddering, orgasm.

When Claudia's ecstatic tremors faded, Jeanette spread her legs wider, and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. Claudia complied and lifted her bottom, as Jeanette slowly snaked her tongue down into Claudia's pussy, burrowed into her hole, then out and further down, slowly snaking down past her perineum and sliding down to lick her ass. She swirled her tongue around Claudia's firm cheeks, then licked tentatively around the perimeter of her tight asshole, stirring deeply appreciative moans from Claudia's throat. The fem-dom couldn't resist grabbing Jeanette's hair and pulling her face deeper into her bottom.

"Ohhh yeah, lick my ass, you nasty slut! God, Jeanette, you're such a natural sub, such a fucking whore!"

"Oh, and look what your raunchy display has done to your poor son. His cock is so big & hard it looks like he's about to burst." She reached over, grabbed Mark's dick and squeezed it, making him wince with pain and lust. "Oh, I just love stroking big hard cocks."

"I've noticed." Mark quipped. He stepped closer and groped her breast and sucked it deep into his mouth, eliciting a hiss from Claudia as she pumped his rod, pulling a large pool of pre-cum from the engorged head. "Say, I've got another idea for that whipped cream," he added.

He took the can and sprayed a trail of cream along the top of his cock. Claudia released him as he made a cream trail all the way up to the head. Then he reached over and grabbed a glazed cherry and pushed it into the cream on the head of his cock. He stepped back and spread his arms and announced "The second dessert course is served!"

Claudia slid off the table to kneel beside Jeanette. Mark stepped forward, gently caressing their faces and drawing them toward his bobbing, cream-covered phallus. They licked their lips in mock delight and then began licking the cream from his shaft. Jeanette instinctively deferred to her assertive guest and moved aside, letting Dr. Morgan have first dibs. Claudia Morgan looked up at the handsome, horny teenager with her fiery blue eyes locked on his and swirled her tongue around the head, collecting huge dollops of whipped cream that quickly made a mess all around her mouth. Then she sucked the cherry into her mouth and gulped it down, opened her mouth wide again and slowly lowered her lips down his shaft, pushing a wave of whipped cream in front of her until it mashed up against her sticky cream-covered lips as she pressed them against his torso.

Holy shit, where did she learn to do that?" Mark wondered, as the heat of her mouth enveloped his manhood. How many psychotherapists can deep throat an eight-inch cock? He bucked forward, grinding his balls against her chin for a moment then pulled back as she slowly sucked her way loudly back up his shaft, leaving a trail of cream and saliva behind. "Oh God, Dr. Morgan, that...is...fucking....incredible!" Mark gasped. He was mesmerized as she held his gaze while she let a bridge of cream and saliva arch from her retreating mouth to the head of his throbbing cock.

"The benefits of hypnosis are innumerable," she purred in response. "And please, call me Claudia. I'm not relating to you as your counselor at the moment. Especially when I'm sucking your big, hard cock." If not for having drained his balls on her receptionist's face a few hours ago, he swore he would have cum right then and there.

"Oh, please forgive me Jeanette, I'm hogging our treat. After all, this really belongs to you, doesn't it?" She smiled and pointed Marks' penis toward his mother's mouth, gently placed her hand on the back of her head and guided it forward. "I know you can't keep your mouth off your son's cock for very long." Jeanette took as much of it in her mouth as she could and hollowed her cheeks, sucking hungrily.

"After all, it's been almost...what, twelve hours now since you've sucked it last, isn't that right?" Jeanette moaned in response, gripped it around the base and began sucking it eagerly in long deep drafts. "Yes, that's it Jeanette," she added. "Suck that beautiful cock. Make him so hard, so crazy with lust he can hardly wait to shove it in your hot, wet, pussy!"

Claudia began fondling Mark's balls as she continued to push Jeanette's head up and down Mark's shaft. She had Jeanette's hair in one hand and Mark's balls in the other. Oh, I just love fucking with these two! She thought. The thrill she felt came from more than the erotic experience. She loved the power of manipulating otherwise decent people into such acts of utter depravity.

"Let's put the rest of that cream to really good use," she purred. She sprayed the last of it behind Mark's balls. He flinched as the cool cream hit his scrotum and coated that sensitive spot between his balls and ass. She started rubbing it all over his scrotum and around his ass, slowly working it into the crack of his ass. He moaned loudly as her fingers began sliding around and working their way into his rectum. She couldn't help but moan with him as she slowly finger-fucked his tight ass while his lovely mother sucked his cock.

She took a handful of Jeanette's hair and began shoving her face harder and faster up and down Mark's cock, driving him into a frenzy. He started to groan and tremble. His loud moaning was joined by his sexy mother's muffled whining, who wanted nothing more than to make him explode in her mouth. She loved the taste of her son's seed and couldn't get enough of it. Mark began to drove his hips in time with Claudia's pushing of his mother's head, wantonly fucking her mouth.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck, you two sluts are gonna make me cum!"

"Yes Mark! Give this bitch what she craves! Go ahead and shoot all that hot cum right into your mother's slutty mouth," Claudia hissed as she drover her fingers deeper and pushed the magic button. Mark half growled, half howled as his entire body went rigid and he erupted. Claudia held Jeanette's head still and watched as she gagged on the geyser of semen blasting against the back of her throat. Jeanette whined softly as her son's thick, hot, briny fluid shot against the back of her throat and filled her mouth.

Claudia removed her fingers and used them to stroke Mark's shaft, pumping his load into his mother's mouth. She leaned over and whispered in Jeanette's ear. "Don't you dare swallow that, you shameless bitch." She slowly pumped Mark's cock until it finally began to soften, then she pulled Jeanette's head backward so she was facing upward. "Open your mouth Jeanette, and show us what a nasty whore you are."

Jeanette slowly parted her lips and felt a surge of electricity run through her as she let her son's cum ooze from her mouth, flow over her lips, and coat her chin. She cupped and fondled her breasts, squeezing them hard as the cum began to fall heavily on her chest. She was on the verge of an orgasm of her own. Claudia sensed it and knelt behind her, reached down and starting rubbing her pussy hard and calling her lewd names, driving her over the edge.

When Jeanette stopped gasping and shuddering, Claudia looked up at Mark, placed her face cheek-to-cheek with Jeanette's and began to lick his cum from Jeanette's face. Then she took hold of one of the thick strands of cum hanging from Jeanette's chin, slowly raised it high over her own face, and let it dangle from her fingers, licking her lips greedily. She slowly lowered into her mouth, sucked it noisily from her fingers and then licked them clean.

When she went back for more and scooped some from Jeanette's chest, Mark thought he would pass out. "Holy shit, I cannot believe what I'm seeing," he exclaimed. His cock was already stirring again. Claudia reached out and began to stroke it slowly while she finished cleaning Jeanette's face. Then the pulled Jeanette's face toward hers and kissed her passionately. Mark knew their tongues were entwined, sharing the taste of his cum and it made his cock throb. Then, as if to torture him further, or perhaps just lost in the passion of the moment, Claudia reached down and began finger-fucking Jeanette again.

Jeanette moaned into Claudia's mouth and fondled her big tits frantically, then reached for her pussy. The two women melted into the most passionate embrace Mark had ever seen, kissing and groping each other, each with their hands busily exploring and pleasuring each other's lower lips.

He was hard again in minutes, but decided not to interrupt. He took in the mind-boggling scene in front of him, reveling in the sight and sounds of his mother and their therapist engulfed in the flames of passion. Claudia pushed Jeanette backward making her tumble onto the floor. Then she practically dove on her, shoved her big firm thighs wide apart descended on her bush. Jeanette's head arched back and she moaned loudly as Claudia's lips and tongue covered her clit and began tormenting her bud with a wild, wet tongue-lashing. It was Jeanette's turn to grab a handful of hair as she clutched at Claudia's blonde locks and ground her pussy against her face until she stiffened, yelled again and began gushing into Claudia's mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, so sweet, so fucking good," Claudia moaned into Jeanette's muff, as she lapped at her drenched labia.

Mark cleared his throat and interrupted the sisterly lust to politely remind them that he had unfinished business. "Yes you do, son," Jeanette gasped. "You haven't finished your chores. Fucking your desperately horny mother is now at the top of your to-do list!"

She climbed back on the dining room table, perched with her ass near the edge, spread her legs wide and beckoned him with her index finger. "Now get over here and fuck Mommy with that big, hard, eighteen year-old cock!"

"Yes ma'am!" He stepped forward into his mother's embrace and easily shoved his hard meat deep into her hot, wet pussy. Their groans blended in erotic harmony as he drove it slowly but relentlessly forward until his balls were nestled against her ass. Claudia took the opportunity to slip quietly away and went to retrieve her purse from the living room couch.




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 06



"Ohhh yes, that's it, son! That's just what Mama needs, Baby! Fuck me hard!" Jeanette cried out as she wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips trying to get as much of him in her hungry cunt as she could. Mark obeyed, ramming deep into her until she began to moan and shudder. She clutched at his back and wailed as her second orgasm rolled through her body. Her pussy convulsed around his steely flesh and drenched his balls with her nectar.

What a lovely sight, thought Claudia as she approached the pair from behind Mark. Mother and son enjoying an intimate moment together. God, I just love this job. Hmmm I could easily have both of them. They're such wonderfully malleable toys. No, I'm sure my client would not approve if I turned our young jock into a sissy. Ah well. At least I can have some more fun with Mommy dearest before I collect my final payment.

Unaware of his audience, Mark reached up, placed one hand firmly around his Jeanette's throat and started fucking her harder, slamming his cock all the way into her cervix. She grunted and gasped with each savage thrust. "You may have gotten what you need, mother, but I'm not done with you yet."

"Neither am I," came Claudia's familiar velvety voice from behind Mark. "Mind if I join you?"

Mark looked over his shoulder and he and Jeanette gasped in unison. Claudia stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a comic book super heroine. But hers would have been a XXX-rated comic book. She wore a black leather harness with a massive, glossy black dildo sprouting proudly from the center. "Mine's bigger," she said with a wicked smile, as she walked toward the table.

"Oh my God," Jeanette whined."You're full of surprises tonight aren't you, Claudia? Come over here with that monster."

"As you wish, my gracious hostess." Claudia climbed up on the table and knelt next to Jeanette's face. She reached down, grabbed Jeanette's hair, pulled her face upwards and began smacking her across the face with the big, black strap-on. Her fingers barely reached around the girth of it. "This will be the second big, black cock you've sucked today," she said with a wicked smile.

Jeanette's mind flashed back nine hours to Lonnie Evans, Dr. Morgan's attorney. Claudia had coerced and hypnotized him into taking Jeanette by force in Dr. Morgan's home office. His nearly-black cock had been the biggest she'd ever seen, but she managed to take it deep into her mouth. When he shoved it all the way into her throat, she thought for a minute she was going to choke to death on his monster cock. The experience turned her on more than she would admit. Apparently, Claudia had been just as excited because now she was trying to repeat the experience--this time as the invader, not the spectator.

"Come on, Jeanette, show Mark what you can do."

Jeanette licked the head of the huge black dildo and got it comfortably wet, then stretched her lips wide as Claudia shoved six inches of it into her mouth. Jeanette struggled and winced as the massive hard phallus filled her mouth and surged toward her throat.

"Holy shit, Mom, I can't fucking believe you're taking that. That looks so fuckin' hot!" Mark marveled as Claudia forced the huge strap-on dick deeper into his mother's mouth . He slowed his pace but didn't lessen the force of his own thrusts as he continued to fuck his beautiful, slutty mother. Claudia repositioned herself on the table straddling Jeanette's face. Jeanette looked directly upward like a freak show sword-swallower, her face a mask of pure lust.

"Yeah my little sub-slut bitch! Now, it's my turn to fuck your pretty face!" Claudia hissed as she slowly drove her hips downward and shoved the entire ten inch shaft down Jeanette's throat. Just for fun, she reached down and grabbed Jeanette's hair with both hands and used her grip to steady the lovely brunette's face as she fucked her throat with the shiny black invader. After a few strokes, she rose up, pulled it out, and smeared saliva all over Jeanette's gasping face, then shoved it back in her mouth and resumed fucking her throat with the strap-on.

Jeanette was overwhelmed by the combination of her son's cock hammering her cervix and Claudia raping her mouth with the strap-on. She couldn't cry out, but started to shudder and whine as a string of orgasms rolled through her body. That sent another thrill to Mark's cock and pushed him toward to edge. "Oh fuck, Mom! You're gonna make me cum again if you keep that up, you horny bitch!" Mark groaned.

"Hold on there, stud. Don't let go yet, we're just getting started" Claudia said. She dismounted from Jeanette's face and climbed down from the table. "Let's put our little fuck-toy on the couch and swap holes for a while." she grinned.

They all agreed and soon Jeanette was kneeling on the living room couch. She gasped as Claudia grabbed her wide hips and shoved the head of the strap-on past her sopping wet labia and started to push it slowly into her tunnel. She groaned loudly as the girth of it filled her opening. Mark knelt in front of her, and took her by the hair and pulled her face upward.

"You want that monster cock in your nasty cunt, don't you Mom?" he sneered.

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped. " I want all of it."

"We can't hear you." He slapped her face hard sending her long dark hair flying. She cried out and gasped. "What do you want, Mother?"

"I want all of it!" she shouted. "Fuck me Claudia! Give it to me, Every fucking inch!"

Mark slapped her face again, then grabbed her hair pulled her face upward and rubbed his cock all over face. Being bitch-slapped by her son always drove Jeanette wild with lust. Having his cock smeared across her lips and tasting her own cream on her son's cock made her feel that much sluttier, like a whore at a frat party. Her passion for her son was pushed aside by a wave of pain and pleasure as Claudia relentlessly pushed more of the thick black dildo into her cunt. She cried out and pushed back against the invading phallus.

"Mark dear, can't you do something to shut this bitch up?" Claudia joked. "Shove something in her mouth why don't you?"

"Excellent suggestion Claudia dear," Mark quipped in his best fake British accent. He shoved his cock into his mother's mouth and began fucking her face, turning her wails into loud high-pitched moans. He decided that, if she could deep-throat the huge dildo,she could take all of his eight inches. He pushed past her usual gagging point as his cock hit the back of her throat and shoved a little harder, forcing it down her throat. Jeanette grabbed his ass and pulled him in farther until her nose was hard against his pubic bone. "Oh fuck yeah, Mom you are such a nasty, slutty, cock-sucking whore!"

Claudia took the challenge and pushed harder from her end and, in a moment both of Jeanette's upper and lower lips were stuffed. Mark and Claudia started grinding and humping her mouth and cunt in rhythm, driving Jeanette wild. The orgasm came quick and hard, reducing her to a shuddering, whining bitch in heat. Both ends gushed as she drooled around Mark's cock and balls and her pussy overflowed drenching Claudia's strap-on.

God, what I wouldn't give to have one of these for real. Claudia thought. To be able to really fuck this gorgeous, hot, slutty babe with my own big, hard cock and feel what it's like to have my dick buried in her hot pussy.

Careful Claudia, we can't give in to penis envy. Anyway, mine's better because it doesn't wilt when I come.

Spurred on by Jeanette's quick orgasm and her inner monologue, Claudia started spanking Jeanette's big ass and ramming the strap-on harder into her helpless pussy. She fucked her just as mercilessly as Mark had on the dining room table, if not harder. The brutal assault on her tender cunt and the hard slaps on her ass drove Jeanette to another shattering orgasm. Mark pulled out of her mouth to let her wail this one out as she partially collapsed on the couch.

"Yesss! Take my big hard cock, you nasty little bitch!" Claudia growled as she slammed it once more into Jeanette and ground it in.

"Oh God Yes, Claudia, FUCK MEEEEE!" Jeanette wailed as her orgasm subsided. She was now ass-up, head down as she supported her upper body on her elbows. Claudia slammed into her bottom a few more times, growling with sapphic lust. She wanted so badly to be able to shoot a load of hot cum into her sweet bitch's pussy. In her frustration, she opted for the next best thing. She pulled out and pushed Jeanette to the floor, and stood over her.

"Lick your nasty cunt-juice off my cock, bitch," she hissed. As Jeanette moved to her knees, Claudia saw Mark standing to the side stroking his still-hard cock and looking absolutely transfixed by the sight of his mother licking the strap-on. "You too, Mark. Help your Mommy clean this thing off."

"Whoa, waitaminnit. I'm not bi, I'm not gay and I'm not sucking any dicks of any kind!" he protested.

"I thought I taught you who's in charge this afternoon. Have we forgotten already?" Jeanette said with a hint of cold steel in her voice.

"No ma'am, we haven't," he sighed as he knelt reluctantly next to his mother.

"Good boy," Claudia cooed with that mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Besides," she added with a whisper, "this will be our little secret."

Mark figured she could make him do whatever she wanted anyway. He knelt beside his mother and they mouthed either side of the big, black, glistening phallus, running their lips and tongues up and down the shaft, cleaning Jeanette's cream from the surface, and leaving it shining with their saliva. Claudia watched them with a look of pure lust on her face, which only encouraged them. They took their time licking her fake dick, Jeanette got even more into it, moaning as if she were sucking Mark or Lonnie. Mark started fondling Claudia's legs and ass, then ran his hand under the dildo and found her pussy lips, swollen and drenched. With a mind of their own, his fingers slipped into her hot, wet orifice and he felt her shudder as he probed her pussy.

"Hey, that gives me an idea" he said as he broke off servicing Claudia's fake dick. "Mom, get back on the couch. But face the other way. Toward the back. And bend over."

"Yessir" She purred as she assumed the position. She spread her feet wide and bent over, looking back over her shoulder.

"Claudia, your turn. I believe my slutty mother wants more of your big, hard cock."

"Hmmmm. Well, since you were nice enough to suck my cock, I don't see why not," Claudia said as she stepped behind her, grabbed Jeanette's hips and pushed once again into her wet pussy. In three strokes, she had sunk it all the way back in and was grinding it into the moaning brunette. Jeanette hissed and moaned at the renewed assault on her womb.

"And now ladies, it's my turn," Mark gushed. he stepped behind Claudia and guided his cock into her pussy, rubbing the head across her labia, which were left exposed by the design of the harness. "I know you want this. Remember, Doctor Morgan. Sometimes it feels good to...surrender." She gasped as he pushed it in deep and hard. He grabbed her slim hips and held on for balance as he tried to match her timing. When she drove her hips forward to fuck Jeanette, only the head of his cock stayed in her tight pussy. When she brought them back, he surged forward and buried his eight inch steel in her cunt, driving little grunts from her lips.

"Oh yes Mark, much better," she grunted. "I get to fuck and be fucked at the same time. Baby, that's priceless!" Claudia gasped and she grabbed Jeanette's hair and pulled her head backward. She rammed her pussy as hard as she could, emulating what she'd made Mark do to her a few days ago on her couch... Except that between each hard thrust into Jeanette, she felt Mark's cock surge deep into her own hungry pussy. It was heavenly and it didn't take long before she was grunting between clenched teeth.

Then she surprised them all as she let loose with a loud wail and fell forward on Jeanette as she surrendered to Mark's pounding cock. "Ohhhh God yes! Fuck me baby! Harder! Pound me, FUCK ME!! Ahhhhhh!"

The tidal wave of Claudia's unbridled ecstasy swept Jeanette up with her. She reached down and started rubbing her clit hard and collapsed in spasms, whining and moaning along with Claudia. Since Mark had already blasted off on his mother's face, he rode the wave and held on. He gasped and fought for control, relishing the opportunity to finally fuck the controlling fem-dom without restraint. For the first time, she was completely his and he took full advantage, slamming his cock into her with all his might.

Claudia took her own advice and surrendered, loving every savage thrust of Mark's hard young cock. She wailed and convulsed again as he pounded her to another intense orgasm. She knew the intensity of her response was partly because she had thrown aside her dominant facade and allowed herself to be taken. It was partly because she still had Jeanette impaled on her huge strapon, purring with pleasure. And partly the sheer nastiness of being sandwiched between a mother and her son. She was literally in the middle of an incestuous coupling. What could be nastier?

The answer came unbidden from the depths of her wildest fantasies and a wicked smile spread across her face.

"Mark, baby, I've got a delightful idea," she purred. "If you can bring yourself to stop pounding my cervix for a moment -ahhh, oh fuck, that's good--I'd like to...rearrange this—Oh fuck yeah--tangle of forbidden fruit."

"Do I have to?" Mark whined.

"Please sir," Claudia replied in her best British accent. "I promise you won't be disappointed. Jeanette, please tell your horny son to stop—Ahhh Fuck!--to stop hammering at my pussy."

"Mark dear, you heard the nice lady," Jeanette giggled as she wiggled her ass on Claudia's strapon.

"But Mommy, I don't wanna stop fucking Dr. Morgan" Mark whined

Jeanette responded in her best Harriett Nelson impersonation. "Mark Thaddeus Wilson, you pull your dick out of her pussy this instant, or so help me.."

They all burst out laughing and Mark took a deep breath and withdrew from Claudia's tight snatch. His cock was throbbing, rock hard and gleaming with her juices. Claudia backed away from Jeanette prompting a whining moan from her mouth and a loud pop from her pussy as the strapon left a vacuum between her legs. Claudia turned around, knelt and stroked Mark's cock lightly.

"Perfect," she purred as she looked up at him with those dazzling blue eyes."Nice and slick."

Then she grabbed Jeanette roughly by her hair, pulled her off the couch, and pushed her onto the floor. "Time for the crème de la crème," she said in a hoarse sexy whisper. "The last item on the menu is a Mommy sandwich."

She laid down on her back and beckoned Jeanette to mount her. "Climb aboard, you sexy bitch. I'm not done destroying your pussy."

"Yes ma'am," Jeanette replied. She straddled Claudia and her eyes fluttered as she impaled herself on the huge black dildo and slid slowly downward, letting her weight push it deep into her pussy. "Ahhhhh FUCK YESSS!" She moaned. "Oh my God Claudia, it's so good, so big, so fucking GOOOOD!"

Claudia reached down and groped Jeanette's big, sexy ass and started grinding the strapon up into her cunt, making Jeanette moan even louder. The submissive brunette dropped her head onto Claudia's chest and gasped, on the verge of another orgasm. Claudia took her face in her hands, kissed her bitch passionately, then slid her hands into her hair and pushed her face back a bit.

"And now for the Mommy sandwich, " she purred.

"What? No, you can't mean--" Jeanette stammered. "Don't be ridiculous. There's no way Mark can possibly fit in my pussy with that monster cock in me too. I'm stretched to the max as it is."

"Who said anything about your pussy, bitch?" Claudia said with a wicked smile on her face.

Jeanette's eyes went wide and she gasped in shock and horror. "No, you can't, it's too big, it'll hurt, please don't, DONT!" Jeanette cried. Claudia held her head firmly in her hands and Mark positioned himself behind his mother and slapped his cock against the crack of her ass. He reached down and wiped some of Jeanette's cream from the dildo and rubbed it into her anus. "Mmmmm Mark, please don't. You're too big. Besides, it's just...nasty! I'll do anything but that!"

Mark leaned forward and peered over Jeanette's shoulder, making eye contact with Claudia. "You know what I think, Doctor Morgan?"

"Yes I believe I do," she replied Then, as if on cue, they both said, "I think Mommy is a whore."

Jeanette went limp as she dropped into a deep trance. "That's kind of scary. I know they say great minds think alike, but if I'm thinking like a horny 18 year-old boy, I may be in trouble," she laughed.

"Jeanette, can you hear me dear," she asked in her hypnotic velvet voice.

"Yes."

"And can you feel that big, hard cock in your pussy, sending thrills throughout your entire body"

"Yes."

"Good. That cock is a full 10 inches long. Most women wouldn't be able to take such a huge dick without intense pain. Do you know why you can? It's because you have a secret. A secret you've been keeping for years from everyone, even your own husband. A terrible, nasty, dirty secret. It's the reason you've been so reluctant to be intimate with him, the reason you're so passive in this life you now live."

Mark raised his eyebrows at Claudia. She winked in response.

"Back in your younger days, before you met Damien, before you got married, you were a porn star. You worked in the nastiest XXX-rated movies. Your name was...Summer Breeze. They called you Summer Breeze because when you walked on the set, all the men would start burning with desire for you. Men all over the world worshiped you, they filled adult theaters to watch you perform, to watch you suck and fuck big, hard cocks. And especially to watch you perform your specialty. To take them in your pussy and your ass. They called you the Queen of DP; double penetration."

"And when you would take those big hard cocks in your pussy and your ass, the men in those theaters went wild with lust and the came in their pants, they jerked themselves off in a frenzy, they couldn't help it. And do you know why they came so hard when they watched you ride those big dicks in your ass and pussy?

"No."

"It was because they could see, they could FEEL your passion. You started moaning so loudly and cumming so hard when those men fucked your pussy and ass. Most women didn't know what you knew. They didn't know about all the nerve endings that connect your pussy and your ass, how they run deep inside your body from front to back and that, when all those nerves are stimulated by two big hard cocks rutting away inside you, it just feels GLORIOUS. All you know and all you feel is those big hard dicks inside you and it feels so incredible, you can hardly stand it."

"Do you remember it now Jeanette, how you felt, and how all those men standing on the set would cum in their pants, watching you thrash around in ecstasy?"

"Yes."

Mark was stroking his own cock now having been drawn into Dr. Morgan's hypnotic fantasy. He could almost see his mother as a young woman howling with pleasure as two hung studs drilled her pussy and ass. He pressed his finger gently into her anus, pushing past the outer ring. She gasped, but stayed in her trance. Claudia gyrated her hips sending the dildo grinding and stretching in Jeanette's cunt, causing her to moan quietly and breathe just a little harder.

"You kept that secret because, as good as it felt, you knew that most people didn't, couldn't understand. Your father found out and he hated you for it and treated you cruelly, so you married Damien. But you didn't dare tell your young husband your dirty secret because you feared what he might say, what he might do. So you hid yourself away, and became passive, submissive. But you always hoped deep inside that some day, you could be Summer Breeze the porn star again, Summer Breeze, the ravenous, irresistible woman, who lived for nothing but sexual pleasure. And most of all, you hoped that someday, somehow, you could relive those days and have two passionate lovers fill your ass and pussy, and drive you absolutely mad with pleasure. Do you remember, Summer Breeze?"




Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 06



"Yes!" Jeanette gasped. She moved slightly on Claudia's dildo, working it deeper.

"Good. When I count to ten, you will wake up with full memory of Summer Breeze, of your past life and will finally be ready to reveal your secret to your most trusted friends. And you will at last have the chance to live your dream."

As Claudia counted, Jeanette's breathing quickened and she moved faster, humping the huge dildo. When Clauida said "Ten", Jeanette let out a loud wail and slammed herself down on the dildo.

"Ohhh FUCK YESSS!, Give me those big, hard cocks!" She gasped. She looked over her shoulder at Mark, her eyes full of desire. Her face was the embodiment of desperation and lust. "Please baby, give it to me. Shove that big hard cock up my ass!"

Mark was so amazed at the transformation, he froze for a moment until she begged him again. Then he gripped his throbbing shaft and pressed it slowly into her anus.

"Deeper," she growled. "Shove it in, shove in, please FUCK my ass! I need it so bad! Ahhhh YESS!"

Mark pushed and gasped as the head of his cock plunged into his mother's incredibly tight sphincter. She threw her head back and half wailed, half growled and he pushed harder and sank two more inches into her sexy bottom. Claudia wasted no time and began smacking Jeanettes' broad firm ass cheeks and thrusting harder into her trapped cunt, driving her over the edge.

Her voice reverberated off the walls as she became Summer Breeze and knew nothing but the glorious ecstasy of being filled with two rock-hard cocks stretching her cunt and driving deep into her ass. She gave herself completely to them, writhing, wailing, bouncing and urging them on, begging them to fuck her harder, deeper.

Mark gave his entranced Mother what she asked for and buried his cock in her tight ass, pulling almost all the way out and slamming it in again. Between thrusts, he could feel Claudia's huge dildo moving through her vaginal wall. Nothing in his young life had been more thrilling than fucking his mother's big, sexy ass while Dr. Morgan fucked her pussy. Jeanette's non-stop orgasm was even more intense than the one she'd had with him and Ben when he'd duped her into her first double penetration. That one had been a sneak attack. This one she'd asked for, begged for, and was obviously loving every second of it. Her passion was contagious.

"Oh, fuck Mom, you filthy whore!," he hissed as reached up, grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back and slammed her ass. He gave it to her with all his might, pausing only to slap her ass hard, making her cry out in pain and pleasure with each slap. Eventually, it was too much for him, and he growled once more and shot his load deep into her ass. She felt it and went rigid, and wailed.

"Ahhhh fuck, YES! Fill me with your hot cum, Son! Shoot it up my nasty ass! AAUUGHH FUCK!!" She bucked on his cock trying to milk it for every drop. Each pulse of his spurting cock in her tight ass sent another orgasmic shudder through her body.

He pulled out and wiped his softening cock on her broad bottom, smearing it with cum. Jeanette sighed, sank slowly down on Claudia's dildo, and ground her pussy against the relentless cock still filling her cunt. She purred in utter contentment and collapsed on Claudia's chest. Claudia stroked her face tenderly, kissed her forehead, and reached down to cup her bottom.

She found a gooey mess and purred with delight. She smeared her hands in Mark's cum and brought them up to Jeanette's mouth. Jeanette sucked them clean, moaning with desire.

"Oh, my God, that was incredible," Jeanette whispered. "It's been so long since I've had a pair of big dicks in me at the same time."

"Really?" Claudia asked innocently. "How long has it been?"

"Years," Jeanette sighed. "Too many to count." She blushed and got quiet for a moment, then looked at Claudia and tenderly caressed her lips. "There's ...something I haven't told you, Doctor Morgan. I haven't told anyone." She paused, trying to summon the nerve, then, feeling assured that she was in the company of faithful companions, she threw caution to the wind. "I've been ashamed to tell anyone all this time but, I feel I can trust you. You know, I used to be a porn star. "

Claudia feigned shock and let Jeanette tell her all about her adventures as Summer Breeze. Claudia assured her that she thought no less of her and would guard her secret. Jeanette wondered aloud why she hadn't thought of it before and Claudia told her how traumatic events can trigger repressed memories, uncovering secrets buried deep in the psyche.

Relieved and encouraged, Jeanette indulged in a few more moments grinding her pussy on Claudia's plastic monster cock, excused herself politely, and went to clean up. Claudia beckoned Mark over and invited him to lick her toy clean, which he did without complaint. After he had licked every trace of his mother's pussy cream off the gleaming black dildo, she pulled him to her and kissed him deeply and passionately.

"Mmmmmm, very nice," she purred as she released him. "You did that like a natural. Are you sure you're not bi?" she teased.

"Around you Claudia, I'm not sure of anything," he joked. "Maybe I used to be a porn star. Maybe you used to be a porn star. Actually,..." he added as the image of her deep-throating his whipped cream-covered cock flashed back to mind, "...that would explain a lot.

Claudia's face clouded with irritation, then her Doctor Morgan facade was back in place.

"That's absurd and misogynistic," she said firmly. "Not every pretty, buxom blonde is a hooker or a porn star. Grow up." But there was something in her eyes he couldn't quite make out. She was hiding something, but he gave up on figuring out what it was.

"Whatever," he said casually. "All I know is, every time we get together, you've got another surprise up your sleeve. Or, down your blouse." he added playfully as he paused to suck loudly on each of her nipples. "Mom'll be back in a minute. You too have fun. I'm going to go upstairs and google 'Summer Breeze'. "

Jeanette returned, sat on the couch and invited her guest to join her. Claudia detached the strap-on, tossed it on the floor and settled in beside Jeanette.

"My goodness Jeanette, you're positively beaming" she smiled. "The phrase 'basking in the afterglow' has never been more appropriate." She stroked Jeanette's cheek honestly admiring her beauty and the look of serenity on her face.

"Thanks to you Doctor-- uh, Claudia. You've set me free tonight. I'm not sure how, but I guess something about having you and my horny son ganging up on me, triggering all those repressed memories...it's made me more comfortable with my self, with my sexuality. I don't feel so...passive anymore. In fact, I think if I had another chance with my ex, I'd show him a thing or two. Maybe I'd greet HIM with a blow-job first thing in the morning. You know, take the initiative once in a while instead of waiting all the time for him to make the first move and tell me what to do...or make me do it.

"Good for you Jeanette. I'm proud of you. And happy for you. One thing's for sure. If Damien could see you now, I'm sure he'd kick himself for being stupid enough to walk out on you."

"That's sweet of you to say. Oh well, I guess we'll never know. I feel confident enough now to go out and find a man on my own. You know, someone other than my sweet, sexy son. Of course, that's not to say, I don't still like rough sex. Okay, I fucking love it. I got so hot when you were slapping my ass while you and Mark were fucking me. I got so hot I thought I was gonna scream.

"I think you did," chuckled Claudia. "Several times in fact."

"My God, you're right, I'm surprised the cops aren't here," Jeanette laughed. "Thank you again Claudia. For everything. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

Claudia you've outdone yourself! My client will be sooo pleased. Maybe I'll get a nice bonus. No, I think, in his profession, they call it a 'spiff". Well... since this could be my last chance to play with my new toy, I might as well play nice...

"Well, If you're open to suggestions..." Claudia purred. "I have an idea or two."

She kissed Jeanette passionately, probing her mouth with her tongue and entwining her fingers in her long thick locks, then broke the kiss and pushed the gorgeous brunette backwards, laying her down on the couch. "You can eat my pussy, you gorgeous, irresistible slut.,"

"Mmmmm, bring it on baby," Jeanette said, licking her lips.

Claudia surprised her by spinning to face the other direction, before setting into a 69 position, with her knees straddling Jeanette's torso. She cupped Jeanette's big, firm ass, slid her fingers inward, and spread her labia wide. She licked lightly on her exposed labia just to tease, before dropping her head and running her tongue all along Jeanette's creamy hot pussy. She slowly burrowed into Jeanette's hot tangy crevice, moaning with desire as she felt Jeanette's tremble with excitement.

Jeanette wondered briefly if Claudia really was falling for her and her son. It sure felt like it by the way she was eating her pussy. Her affection was almost palpable, a truth she felt deep inside. Or was that just the thrill of having found her true sexual identity? Any further attempts to sort it out were pushed aside by the flames of sapphic passion as Claudia's expert ministrations set her pussy on fire once again. She gasped and opened her eyes to the mesmerzing sight of Claudia's wet pussy hovering over her face. She licked her lips and slid two fingers into her tight pussy, creating a moan from Claudia that reverberated through her own mound. She bucked upward, grinding into Claudia's mouth, grabbed the blonde's slim, firm hips, pulled her downward, and began lapping at her clit, sending another jolt of current through the sexual feedback loop.

I wonder if she's right? Jeanette mused as her mind slipped deeper into the dreamlike realm of lust and fantasy. I wonder if Damien really would want me back if he could see me now? I'll bet he'd get off watching her fuck me with that huge strap-on. She moaned urgently into Claudia's cunt as the thought shot a thrill through her being.

...Or he and Mark could both fuck Claudia and then they'd make me lick all their nasty cum from her pussy. . That thought on top of the thrills coming through her pussy sent her over the edge.

"Ohhhhh fuck, Yeah, eat my pussy, you sexy bitch!"she cried out. She refocused on sucking and licking Claudia's clit and in seconds, both women were cumming together, humping and grinding in ecstatic release. Jeanette's plunging fingers were coated and Claudia lovingly drank Jeanette's juices as they gushed into her mouth and drenched her face.

As the tremors and panting subsided, the two women slowly disentangled themselves, reclined on the couch and shared a long, tender kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Epilogue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mark had taken Dr. Morgan's advice and invited Karen over for dinner. Karen took it as a sign their relationship was getting serious. When Mark picked her up, she was wearing a pale blue sundress. Mark sent her back twice and made her change clothes until she looked less respectable. She arrived in a black miniskirt that barely covered her ass and a tight, clingy blouse that showed all the curves of her firm young tits. By the time they arrived at the Wilson residence, he'd had driven five miles with his hands in her panties. She was very excited-- and very confused.

She'd begun to wonder if this family dinner wasn't just a ruse to get her to his house so he could share her with all his buddies. No one in her right mind would dress like this to meet her boyfriend's folks. Unless her boyfriend's family was a bunch of pervs and they intended to pass her around like a party favor. Either way, she figured she was in for an interesting evening. She didn't much care either way as long as he fucked her good-- and didn't tell the whole damn high school.

When they arrived, Jeanette greeted them in an emerald green gown with a plunging neckline open almost to her bellybutton. She kissed Karen lightly on the cheek and escorted her to the dining room where Claudia was waiting, dressed a little more conservatively in a black strapless dress, but looking just as sexy. Introductions were made and Karen felt the excitement in the room as she chatted with the two older women. She felt somewhat more at ease since she was obviously not going to be gang banged. And a little disappointed.

Jeanette was comfortable and felt both gracious and content. This was the first motherly thing she'd done in days, and it felt good to be presented to someone as Mark's mother instead of his bitch. Still, the way he'd asked her to dress, she didn't feel quite at ease. She certainly wouldn't fit in at a PTA meeting in that dress, especially since Mark had suggested that she not wear a bra, so her tits were swaying freely with her movement. Claudia had been teasing her before Mark and Karen arrived so her nipples were already firm and each movement of her breasts in the soft fabric gave them another little thrill. She caught Karen glancing at them when she thought she wasn't looking. As they chatted in the dining room, sipping wine and cocktails, she started wondering what Mark and Karen had been doing together. An image of the lovely young blonde riding Mark's cock in the back seat of the family sedan leaped to her mind and brought the moisture flowing past her labia. Since she wore no panties, she was quite certain that her upper thighs would be a slippery mess by dinner time.

Claudia was as confident as ever, if not just a little nervous. She'd told the Wilsons she was expecting a special guest who'd be arriving just after seven. They assumed it was her attorney or some unknown paramour. She could hardly wait to see their reactions and see the final results of all her hard work. She was looking forward to a wild evening, but also somewhat sad that their little project had come to a close, even though it seemed to be a success...so far. She'd know for sure when her guest arrived.

The doorbell rang promptly at seven.

"Oh allow me," Claudia announced politely but firmly. "That will be my...special guest." She rose and went to the door. The rest of the dinner party waited in the dining room curiously.

Jeanette heard what she thought was a familiar voice and, as if on autopilot, rose and walked briskly toward the approaching pair. She was standing just inside the dining room door when Claudia and her guest came in. She froze and her heart stopped.

"Everyone, I'd like you to um...greet my special guest," Claudia announced. "I would say 'meet' but obviously, that would be inappropriate."

Jeanette stood trembling as tears filled her eyes. She stepped forward and collapsed into the arms of Damian Wilson, her ex-husband.

"Honey, I"m home" Damian said as he stroked her hair tenderly. "Looks like you've missed me as much as I missed you. And....Jeanette honey. I'm sorry..."

She pulled her head up and put a finger to his lips. "Hush. I know now what you must have been going through. Let's just put all that behind us and..." Her voice trailed off as words failed her. Instead, she took his rugged, handsome face in her hands and kissed him passionately, melting into him with her entire body. He drew her in and they shared an intimate reunion there in the dining room, in front of the others, all keeping a quiet and respectful silence until they broke the kiss.

"Wait a minute" Mark finally interrupted. "Claudia, you said Dad was your special guest. How do you know....Ohhhh." His eyes widened as all the pieces fell into place. "I'll be a sonofabitch. You two had this planned all along didn't you?" The tone is his voice was accusative, but the look on his face was one of fond admiration.

"Well, since you've obviously put two and two together," Claudia cooed in her velvety smooth voice, her broad smile dazzling the room, "I guess you should know that Damian has been financing your sessions. After he left, he saw one of my ads and asked me if I could help him repair his marriage. Of course it took some time and some doing...But when the house next door became available, we both figured it was a good omen and...well, voila! Here you are! One big, happy...family?"

There was a long beat while her question hung in the air. Damian shifted nervously waiting for a response from his wife and son. Neither he nor Claudia knew how they would react when they found out they'd been 'played'. Jeanette broke the silence, taking a step back and looking her ex squarely in the eye.

"So...you paid Dr. Morgan to pretend she was desperately concerned about Mark and me, paid her to help me stop smoking and help Mark get his grades up, then to hypnotize and manipulate us until I was reduced to a shameless whore without an ounce of self-respect. You two conspired to let my own son fuck me, and use me. Just so you could waltz back in here, claim your prize and take over?"

Damian cleared his throat, looking uncharacteristically meek. "Well, when you put it that way Honey, it kind of sounds sleazy but...yeah, I guess we did. But you did stop smoking. And from what I've heard from Dr. Morgan here, you're much more-"

"Shut up." Jeanette said firmly as she grabbed him by the lapels. Damien was stunned and fell silent.

"I can't imagine why you'd go to all that expense and trouble just to get me back. Especially after all the years of frustration I put you through. But, since you have..." She reached down, unzipped his slacks and pulled out his rapidly stiffening dick "...I think it's time for you to start reaping some returns on your investment."

She knelt and inhaled his cock, reveling in the thrill of her sexual power as it swelled and hardened in her mouth. Once it was fully erect, she took his thick eight-inch dick all the way into the throat and held him there pressing her lips into his slacks. Then she released him, began stroking his hard cock and looked up at him her eyes aflame with love and passion.

"As you can see dear, I'm not the passive little wall-flower I used to be. Things are going to be different between us from now on. I'm going to give you all the hot passionate sex you want and then some. In fact, you may not be able to handle me. You may need a little help from time to time. I'm sure Mark will be willing to pitch in." Before he could object, she had taken his cock back into her throat and was pulling his pants down. He groaned, placed both hands on the back of her head and pushed forward until his balls were pressing against her chin.

"Holy shit," he gasped. "Dr. Morgan, I think I need to write you a bigger check! Jesus Honey, when did you learn to do that?"

She slowly sucked her way back up his shaft and released his cock with a loud slurp. "Actually, I learned that long before we met. I just forgot. Dr. Morgan helped me remember who I really am. I was ashamed before, but I'm not hiding anymore. "

Damien looked down at in utter bewilderment. "Honey, what the hell are you talking about?"

"My dirty little secret. Did you know I used to be a porn star?"