3 comments/ 99484 views/ 80 favorites Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker A man finds a magical, hypnotic flashlight in the middle of the road and accidentally hypnotizes his future mother with it. "Oh my God," said Brian staring through the window of his pickup truck at a fiery object rocketing through the sky. "What the Hell is that?" If Brian hadn't seen the flash of fiery light shooting through the sky, he wouldn't have believed it. Stuck in this small, boring town, not use to such excitement, not much happens here and things like this never happen to him. Such an ordinary, albeit good looking, young man, he lived an everyday life in the rural part of Hicksville Pennsylvania with miles of farms and cornfields. On every other normal day, he just would have went about his business in driving to his fiancé's house. Then, just as he saw the fiery light rocketing through the sky, at first it looked like a comet instead of what he believed later was a passenger jet on fire. Before he could take his eyes off of bright light to return his attention to driving down the road, there was a loud, fiery explosion. Whatever it was hitting the Earth shook the ground and violently vibrated his pickup truck as if he had just driven too close to a roadside bomb. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that? I don't believe this," he said dazed enough by the loud explosion to stop his truck in the middle of the road to rubberneck. He had to repeat it to believe it. Whatever it was rocketing through the sky hit ground in the middle of a cornfield in Pennsylvania with such loud, violent force that he imagined a meteor or a jumbo jet crashing and hitting the Earth. Ready for the shockwaves to come at him from across the large open field, expecting and bracing for the worst, he feared that he'd be killed right where he was. He fell across his truck seat hoping to cushion himself from the impact. With a hailstorm of debris falling everywhere, showering the bed of his pickup truck, and bouncing all around him in the road, hoping nothing hits his windshield and/or dented his truck, he stayed right where he was. Fearing another explosion, he wanted to make sure that nothing else falling from the sky fell his way. All he needed was for a piece of a meteor or an imagined airplane engine landing on the roof of his truck to crush his truck and him. Immediately, he heard sirens and saw flashing lights in the distance, lots of them. He turned back around to look at what he could see from the blown out rear window of his truck. Only, all he could see was a smoky fire. The smoke and the smell told him that fuel was burning. He was lucky. With a debris field long and wide across, if that hit any closer than it did, he would have been hurt or killed from the shock wave or the falling debris of the impact. Ready to beat it the Hell out of there, a big deal in this small town, he just wanted to get to his fiancé's house as fast as he could to tell her all that happened. Still in shock, something that never happens around here, he couldn't believe all that he witnessed. Only, just as he resumed driving again, he saw something shining in the road. Whether they were dangling earrings, body piercings, sequined blouses, or nipple pasties, he's always been attracted to shiny objects. He stopped his truck where his headlights could light up whatever it was in the road. Safe to stop his truck here, no one drove down this country road but for the few residents who lived here. He got out of his truck and walked to the object. If only he knew this small object would change his life forever and not for the better, he would have left it where it was in the road. * * * * * Curious enough about it to investigate what it was, cautiously he walked over to it and leaned over it. "What the Hell is that?" Glowing in the dark, it looked like a light but it wasn't any kind of a light that he's ever seen before. He stood over it and stared at it while trying to see what it was. Afraid to get too close for fear that it may be radioactive or, at the very least, hot from rocketing through the sky, he wondered what it was. It looked like a small, harmless flashlight that was turned on and shining it's light across the road. No doubt, now that he recognized bits and pieces of a plane instead of a space rock, whatever this was had to come from the plane that crashed. Still working, it was miraculous that it survived without a scratch. He figured that it must be a Maglight, those things are not only indestructible but also they're made in America instead of frigging China where everything else is manufactured. He squatted down to examine the light before daring himself to touch it. Then picking it up and holding it up to the light of his truck headlights to examine it, it didn't look like any Maglight that he ever saw. If anything, it looked like a futuristic flashlight. Yeah, that's what it looked like a flashlight from the future. Looking at it before turning it off, he put it in his pants pocket. He turned to stare behind him to watch the flames that had set the corn crop ablaze. He wondered how many people were aboard the plane. He wondered if there were people still alive from the crash. He wondered if someone needed his help but when he was out of his truck and standing in the middle of the road while staring off in the distance behind him, he didn't see anything except for the fire. Besides what could he do? He felt so helpless. He wasn't an EMT and even if he was trained for medical emergencies, he didn't have any medical equipment. All he could do is to hold their hand and tell them they'll be okay to comfort them until the police and fire departments arrived. Only if that was a passenger jet that crashed, there'd be a couple hundred people, too many people for him to comfort. He stood there in the dark and listened but he didn't hear any screams. A God fearing man, he would have offered his help if he could and if there was anyone he thought was still alive. Figuring there'd be nothing left of people other than body parts, he couldn't bear to look. Such a terrible way to die, a plane on fire plunging from the sky in a fiery explosion, with him already having a fear of flying, now after this, he'll never board a plane. If he was going to die, he'd rather die in his pickup truck than on a plane. Other than the sound of the crackling fire, everything was so eerily quiet. Other than the light of the fire that illuminated the night's sky and burned the corn crop, everything was dark, so very dark. He imagined the corn roasting like popcorn. He imagined a field of popped corn instead of a collection of corn earmarked for the vegetable stand and/or the grocery store. He imagined the poor farmer losing his crop, a personal setback enough to ruin his year. Only a farmer losing his crop was no comparison to those poor people losing their lives. Of all the things to wonder at a time like this, he wondered when set ablaze like this, if corn on the cob could pop in the way that corn in a bag popped when making popcorn. Part of him wanted to get back in his truck and flee. Part of him wanted to run through the cornfield to see if there were any survivors. With the crash a good mile away through an eight foot high cornfield, no doubt the rows of tall cornstalks shielded him from the shock wave of the explosion. He couldn't imagine himself making his way through all of those cornrows in the dark as if making his way through a dense, Viet Nam jungle in the way his father told him he once had. Between the bugs, the rodents, and the snakes, he wasn't about to run through a cornfield that could burst into flames at any moment. He didn't want to get any closer than he was should there be another explosion. * * * * * Generally pitch black out here at this hour of the night, the night was dark but for the bright, shadowy flames that burned behind him. It was a smoky fire that stunk of fuel, melting plastic, and burning flesh, he imagined. Figuring all those souls who were on that flight were dead, he bowed his head, closed his eyes, and said a silent prayer for the departed. He got back in his truck and drove away before the police came and questioned him all night about what he saw and what he heard. Intent on seeing his fiancé after not having seen her for a week, he just wanted to continue on his way. Totally rattled, so that he could continue driving without having an accident, he needed to take a breath, relax, and put what he had just witnessed out of his mind until later when telling Irene all about it. Only, instead of thinking of something to relax him, he thought of something that sexually excited him. Instead of thinking of his 21-year-old fiancé, Irene, he thought of his girlfriend's 42-year-old, MILF of a mother, Donna. Oddly enough, instead of sexually thinking of Irene, he often sexually thought of Donna when horny and/or when masturbating. Donna was just as pretty as her daughter. When he thought of her mother, he hoped when Irene was her mother's age that she'd look like her. If it wasn't that he was engaged to Irene, he'd make a pass at her mother. Only, if he wasn't engaged to Irene, he never would have had the good fortune of meeting her mother. Where many men sexually fantasize about having sex with their mothers, with Donna not yet his mother-in-law, he wouldn't mind getting with her sometime later in life. Irene's mother looked like a younger and bustier version of Catherine Zeta Jones. Having already seen her in her bikini, albeit at night and in the dark during a drunken pool party, he knew she had a hot body for an old broad. Wishing he could better compare her to her daughter, he wondered what she looked like in her panty and bra. He wondered what she looked like topless. He wondered what she looked like naked. He wondered what she felt like in his arms when they were both naked. He wondered what it felt like to kiss her while feeling her everywhere. He wondered what she was like in bed. He wondered the noises she made when she was having an orgasm. "Oh, my God. What's wrong with me? I need to stop thinking about my fiancé's mother. Suddenly I'm so horny," he said while driving. Strangely enough, as if the light in his pocket confessed his sexual thoughts, the light brightly glowed in his pocket and through the material of his jeans whenever he had such sexual thoughts of Irene's mother. He discounted and disconnected the reason for the glow of the light as ridiculous that a mere light could be a barometer to his sexual feelings. Yet, happening every time he thought of Irene's mother, as soon as he sexually thought of Donna, the light would glow in the way that his cock would stiffen. As if this light was his personal, sexual lie detector, testing instrument, somehow his libido powered the light to glow again. The more sexually exciting his thoughts where, the brighter the light glowed. Whenever he thought of seeing Donna naked and having sex with her, the light glowed brightly. Perhaps because he's already seen her naked and perhaps because she's a virgin who refuses to have sexual intercourse until after she's married, it was odd that the light didn't glow whenever he thought of Irene. Sadly, he didn't lustily think of his fiancé in the way that he thought of her mother. Only, even though he loved her daughter, he wished Irene had her mother's shapely body and her big tits. Small breasted and not as sexy and curvaceous as her mother, Irene was too thin. Maybe once she gained some weight and maybe after they married, she'd suddenly develop larger breasts. Nonetheless whether she had big tits or not, with her having her mother's fun personality and quick wit, he loved her. Yet, after kissing and feeling Donna while she felt him, he felt torn. He felt stuck with Donna's daughter when he really wanted Irene's mother. Just a sexual fantasy that he enjoyed having when masturbating, and, certainly, something that would never happen, he found it sexually exciting to imagine having sex with Irene's mother. The thoughts of not only seeing Donna naked but also having sex with Irene's mother sexually excited him. Oddly enough, with his pocket light concurring with his sexual arousal for Donna, when he looked down, as if he had a noticeable erection, the light in his pocket was brightly glowing the evidence of his lust for Irene's Mom. * * * * * He remembered last summer when Donna had a drunken pool party. If only he wasn't engaged to Irene, he would have gotten lucky with not only Donna but also with her 38-year-old, kid sister, Kathy. They were all over him when he was in the pool. Kissing him, touching him, and feeling him, Kathy even stuck her hand down his bathing suit and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Oh my God, having never received such sexual attention from an older women, he couldn't believe when Kathy stuck her tongue in his mouth. He never experienced an attractive, older woman acting so sexually brazen to grope him in the way that he so wanted to grope her. Normally it's the men groping women and not the woman groping men. With Kathy having tits as big as her sister's tits, he would have done her in the way that he wished he could do Donna. If only Irene wasn't there, with him drunk and horny enough, he may have taken more sexual liberties with not only her aunt but also with her mother. A good fifteen years older than he was, Kathy already had the makings of a sexual cougar. Not one to turn down a sexual invitation, especially from a MILF of an older woman, he moved her to the darkest and deepest far corner of the pool. Once there and hidden in the dark, he returned her French kisses before feeling her big tits through her bikini top and before lifting her bikini top. In the way he wished he could kiss and feel Donna's sexy body, he was all over Kathy's big tits. Feeling her breasts, he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples before sucking her big tits. He couldn't believe he was having his wicked, sexual way with Irene's hot aunt. A breast man, if only Irene inherited her mother's big boobs, he'd be so happy. Only, breast size didn't matter when falling in love with someone. Then, again, if he truly loved Irene, he wouldn't be fooling around with her aunt while lusting over her mother. "What's going on here?" When he looked up, Donna was in the pool right beside him. 'Oh Shit. Oh my God,' he thought. 'Where did she come from?' "Sorry." With nothing to say in defense of his inappropriate sexual actions, sorry was the only thing that he could think of saying. "Sorry," he said again. He didn't think he was drunk enough not to notice Donna, the woman he's been lusting over, swimming up behind him. He didn't think he was drunk enough for Kathy to take sexual advantage of him at the peril of losing Irene by cheating on her with her aunt. He never saw her or heard her swimming over to them. If it wasn't so dark, she would have seen the color drain from his face along with his erect cock shriveling with shame. "Were you cheating on my daughter with my sister," she said so angrily. Worse than putting the fear of God in him, she put the fear of an angry, future, mother in him. "How could you to that to Irene? How dare you do that to my daughter? What's wrong with you for you to take sexual advantage of my poor, sweet, innocent sister?" Caught red handed, he was so embarrassed. He didn't dare tell Donna that it was Kathy who made the moves on him and not the other way around. Taking two to tango, what good would that do now? He didn't know what to say. What could he possibly say to salvage his engagement to her daughter? There was nothing that he could say or do. He felt like such a pervert fooling around with Kathy. He was so very ashamed. Figuring that his engagement to her daughter was over, he didn't know what to say in defense of his inappropriate sexual actions with Irene's aunt, Donna's sister. "No, um, we, um, were just talking," he said. Instead of looking at him with shame and instead of asking him to leave her house and leave her daughter, Donna looked at him as if he was a stripper at a bachelorette party. She put her arm around his waist and pulled him close enough to hump. Then, reaching her hand down behind him, she squeezed his ass. There was no misinterpreting her sexual move that she wanted him to stay. "Talking?" She gave him a sexy smile. "You can talk to me," she said taking his face in her hands and kissing him square on the lips. Then, when she parted his lips with her tongue and French kissed him, he couldn't believe his sexual fantasy was coming true. Donna, Irene's hot MILF of a mother was French kissing him. Not wasting any time should Irene suddenly appear in the pool in the way her mother suddenly did, he returned her passion with his kiss while feeling her big tits through her bikini top. Then, with her offering no resistance to him feeling her big tits, in the way he felt Kathy's big tits, he lifted up her bikini top to expose her big breasts to his lustful eyes and horny hands. In the way that his horny hands were all over Kathy's big tits, his horny hands were all over his future mother's big tits. As soon as Kathy swam away to give them some privacy, Donna moved his hand between her legs to her pussy while she felt his cock through his bathing suit. Where Irene barely had B cup breasts inside of her padded bra, Donna definitely had D cup breasts inside of her unpadded bikini top. As big and as firm as Kathy's big tits, Donna's breasts were so big and so firm. Feeling her tits and fondling her breasts, he continued fingering her nipples while she continued feeling his cock through his bathing suit and while kissing him. His fiancé's mother was kissing him, French kissing him. He couldn't believe his future mother was making out with him and giving him the tongue while allowing him to feel her tits as she felt his cock. So very happy, he couldn't believe that he was going to marry into a family as sexually promiscuous as this. His sexual fantasy come true, he only wished that Donna had more sisters. Maybe Donna's mother is just as slutty and horny as they are. Wouldn't that be something to have sex with three generations, daughter, mother, and grandmother with the aunt thrown in as a bonus? Prematurely ending as quickly as it began, the sudden, sexual intimacy ended when Irene appeared on the patio after disappearing in the house to use the bathroom and to make herself a drink. With her gone a long while, he wondered if she was sick or had been resting. Already, he felt so guilty having cheated on her with not only her aunt but also with her mother. If Irene hadn't disappeared in the house, not that he was blaming her for his inappropriate, sexual behavior with him making out with her aunt and with her mother but this unfortunate incident, albeit sexually exciting incident, may not have happened. A petite woman who couldn't hold her liquor, had Irene not been drinking and wasn't so drunk, she may have noticed him making out with her aunt and/or with her mother. Only, just as he was ashamed of what happened, he was glad that it had. He shall cherish the sexual memory of making out with her aunt and her mother for the rest of his life. Still thinking of them groping his cock, he still masturbates over seeing and feeling their big breasts while French kissing them. Never has he ever felt such sexually excitement when being wanted not only by Irene's aunt but also by her mother too. Even though that part of his life was over now, cheating on his fiancé with her aunt and her mother, the memory of making out with Kathy and Donna and feeling their big tits while they felt his cock, gave him masturbation material for months. Forever after that, he always felt a connection along with a great sexual desire for Donna as much as he did for Kathy. Now whenever he was horny, instead of thinking of Irene, he thought of Donna and Kathy. No doubt, so long as Irene didn't find out, if ever he had the opportunity again of seducing Donna and/or Kathy, he'd jump at the chance. Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 01 * * * * * When he pulled in the driveway, Irene's mother opened the front door. She stood on the front porch in the way he imagined her welcoming him home from work. If only he was married to her instead of being engage to her skinny, virgin daughter. Yet, with men never satisfied with the woman they have, he wondered, if he was married to Donna, if he'd then be lusting over Irene in the way he now lusted over her mother. Nonetheless his engagement to her daughter, as soon as he saw Irene's mother, his cock throbbed and the light in his pocket glowed. Showing a lot of leg, she was dressed in a short, grey skirt. Showing a lot of cleavage, she was wearing a low cut, blue, button blouse. 'Wow, hot mama,' he thought to himself when seeing her standing there so sexy. Donna was dressed in the way that he wished Irene would dress. Donna was sexy in the way that he wished his fiancé was sexy. Donna was slutty in the way his he wished his fiancé was slutty. Being that Irene is still a virgin, she dresses so modestly, almost Nun like. It's almost as if Irene belonged to the sisterhood of virgins in the way she sometimes so morally and modestly acts and dresses. He so wished his fiancé was more like her mother and aunt. How unbelievable that would be to have a younger version of Kathy and Donna. Perhaps, if he didn't have blue balls, then he wouldn't be as sexually attracted to Irene's mother and aunt in the way he was now. Only, every time he thought of Donna and Kathy, he remembered that drunken pool party and making out with Irene's mother and aunt. He remembered feeling their big tits while they felt his swollen cock. With him feeling much like the outlaw, he remembered French kissing them as if they were his lovers instead of his futures. "Hi," he said with her shapely image filling his eyes and his head. God, she was such a beautiful and sexy woman. If he was to compare her to any Hollywood celebrity, she was akin to having Catherine Zeta Jones for a mother but a younger version with much bigger tits. With her dark shoulder length hair and dark eyes, if she still looked this good now, he could only imagine what she looked like 20 years ago. "Did you see anything?" See anything? Everything he was hoping to see was standing before him now. He was hoping she was asking him if her blouse was unbuttoned. He was hoping she was asking him if he saw her bra clad breasts but, in that disappointed regard, indeed, he didn't see anything. She was totally dressed. It's amazing how someone who was totally covered by clothes could still look so sexy, sexy enough for him to imagine her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Too preoccupied with seeing this vision of loveliness standing before him undressed, other than sexual, he didn't know her meaning. Unbelievably, with just her standing there asking him if he saw anything, she erased the plane crash and Irene from his horny mind. He only wished she had asked him a different question. Would you like to see something, he imagined her asking him? "See anything? What do you mean, see anything?" Instead of thinking of the plane crash he just witnessed and now instead of imagining Donna with her blouse totally unbuttoned, he immediately thought she had a prowler or a peeping Tom. Ready to come to her rescue and be her hero to chase away whoever was lurking in the darkness, perhaps, she wanted him to investigate the grounds. If she was going to have anyone peeping on her dressing and undressing, he'd be her peeper. He'd love nothing more than to catch her nearly naked or naked form in the window. "The crash? Did you see the crash? You must have seen the crash being that you were coming from that way," she said suddenly sounding alarmed while pointing to the sky. Not like her, she seemed agitated. Always coolly calm, he never saw Irene's mother act so excited. She was always the mature one when he and Irene were always the immature ones. If she was this excited now, he wondered how excited she'd be when in the throes of sex and while having an orgasm. In the way that her daughter was so silently sweet when cumming, he imagined she and Kathy being animals in bed. In the way she was reacting now, he knew there was something other than a plane crash that was seriously wrong. "I did. I saw something. I saw a fiery object blazing across the sky. Then, I heard the explosion and saw the fire. Whatever it was landed in the cornfield. With it looking much like a comet, first I figured it was a meteor than when seeing pieces of a plane and the debris field, I figure it was a plane that crashed." "God, those poor people," she said signing herself. "It landed back there in the middle of a cornfield, about a mile from where I was," he said repeating himself obviously from the shock. "I beat it out of there when I heard all the sirens and saw all the flashing lights. I didn't want the police calling me in as an eyewitness," he said. Suddenly hungry but not for food, he looked at her while wishing she was his fiancé instead of her virginal daughter. "Was there anything on the news?" Drinking in her long, shapely legs, it was easy for him to stare at her big breasts and get lost in her long line of cleavage, especially when her erect nipples made their appearance known through her bra and blouse. He had a difficult time making eye contact with her big, beautiful, brown eyes while imagining her breasts were beckoning him to touch them, feel them, and suck them. With her knowing he was coming to see her daughter, her hair and makeup were done as if she was going out on a date. It was as if she was purposely teasing him by dressing so seductively, especially when her daughter dressed like the virgin that she was. "News? There's no news. There's no TV," she said with panic in her voice. "There's just public service broadcasts warning everyone to stay where they are, to stay in their homes, to remain at the jobs, and if they're in their cars to find shelter," she said. "Let's go inside," she said looking around as if expecting to see someone walking out of the forest and across her land. He looked at her with shocked surprise. With their no TV and no news, maybe it wasn't a plane that crashed but an alien spacecraft. He wanted to make a joke that the aliens had landed but not wanting to upset her any more than she was by acting like the jackass he typically is, he remained silent. "I wonder what happened. That's really strange that there was nothing on the news. That's even stranger that there's no TV," he said. "For them to make public service announcements, whatever it was must be serious." She looked at him with dread. She was upset. He's never seen Irene's mother upset. As surprised to see her so sexually excited when she was attacking him in the pool, he was surprised to see her so visibly shaken. He was so tempted to take her in his arms to hold her, to hug her, and to comfort her. Only, if he took her in his arms, no doubt, he'd want to kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere. It's best he kept his distance from his fiancé's hot mother. "I'm worried about Irene," said Donna. He looked at her with more concern for her that for his intended. Obviously her sexy form and his horniness got in the way of him being as concerned as he should be for her daughter. If he had to pick one over the other now to spend the rest of his life with, for better or for worse, he pick Donna over Irene. "Why? Where is she? Isn't she home?" He looked behind her expecting to see Irene standing there in the way he saw her standing there in the distance on the patio when he was in the dark corner of the pool making out with her aunt and her mother while having his wicked sexual way with their big tits. "They kept her at work. Whoever was at work is still at work. According to the public service announcements, all the main roads are closed," said Donna walking in the house with Brian. "Just the back country roads are still open but I'm sure they'll be closing those soon too. With Martial law in force, no one is allowed in or out. You may be spending the next few nights here," she said looking at him in the way he was eyeballing her. What? Spending the next few nights here while alone with Irene's MILF of a mother? With them having only two bedrooms, he wondered where he'd sleep. No doubt, she'd have him sleep on the couch or in Irene's bed. Perhaps because Donna was so upset and afraid, he imagined her asking him to sleep with her instead. "I wonder what crashed. Maybe it was a secret military aircraft. Maybe it was an alien spacecraft instead of a plane," he said. She made another face at him. "Just before the TV went out the Governor was on TV. He called in the National Guard," she said with a panicked look. "For whatever the reason, the military is out in force. She may not be home for hours. And if that was something other than a plane that crash, she may not be home for days," she said looking as if she was about to cry. Hours? Days? Seriously? Forgetting about the plane crash and about Irene again, he'll be alone with his future mother for hours and possibly for days. Oh, boy. Are you kidding me? If a drunken pool party wasn't enough, now it took a plane crash to put them together again. Someone was sending him a sign and giving him a message. With them alone again without Irene being there, maybe he's meant to be with mother instead of daughter. She was Irene's drunken mother who made out with him in her pool. She was the MILF of a woman who felt his cock through his bathing suit while not only allowing him to feel her breasts through her bikini bra but also allowing him to lift her bikini bra to expose her breasts. She was the slutty woman who not only allowed him to feel her naked breasts and also who encouraged him to feel her pussy through her bikini bottom by putting his horny hand between her legs to cup her cunt. Cool. Like mother like daughter couldn't be more untrue. Maybe he can relax her by giving her a full body massage. Maybe he can comfort her while in bed naked together and bouncing up and down on top of her. His only question was, why would her husband, who had a woman like her, leave her for a younger woman? Not realizing what he had in Donna, he must have been nuts. Then, he returned his attention back to the air disaster. "Maybe there was something on the plane. Maybe it was loaded with the Ebola virus," he said with a stupid laugh while unable to stop himself from saying something so typically stupidly insensitive. She made a face at him. "God, don't say that. I just hope that Irene is okay. I tried calling her but there's no cell phone service either," said Donna. As if her big breasts mesmerized him and hypnotized him to inappropriately leer at them, he couldn't help himself from staring at her tits. Then, when he saw her nipples making their appearance again, he wondered if she was cold or sexually excited. Maybe in the way that he'd never forget, she was remembering him having this wicked sexual way with her naked tits a few weeks ago. Suddenly, with him thinking about having sex with Donna again, the light lit up his pocket as if his pants internally combusted and he was on fire. "Wow, what the Hell?" Brain removed the glowing light from his pants pocket that he found in the road. "Don't worry. She'll be okay," he said more concerned about his glowing light and his future mother than he was his future wife. As if he had just pulled out his cock and was holding it in his hand, she looked at what he was holding with interest. As soon as he pulled the light from his pants pocket, the light glowed brightly. Was it any wonder? He never sexually stopped thinking about Donna's tits and about imagining her naked since he saw her standing on her front porch. "What's that?" Donna looked down at the light in the way he imagined her looking down at his cock, if his cock was exposed before looking up at him. "This? I dunno, a flashlight, I guess," he said with a shrug. "I found it in the road," he said holding the light straight up before inadvertently pointing it at her and accidentally shining the light in Donna's eyes. "Oops. Sorry," he said. Only, with her not having time enough to react to the bright light, instead of shielding her eyes from the laser light, not even blinking, she just stood there as if he had just hypnotized her. He looked at her as if she was pretending. He looked at her as if she was joking and pulling his leg. Only with her eyes wide open and her looking straight ahead, totally mesmerized, she appeared to be in a hypnotic trance. "Donna? Are you okay? Donna? Hello? Earth to Donna," he said waving his hand in front of her eyes. "Are you okay?" He walked to her to touch her shoulder and she didn't move. He wondered if he felt her breast if she'd move. He wondered if he stuck his cock in her hand if she'd react. 'Oh, my God, Irene's wicked hot MILF of a mother is stunned from the light I found in the road. I can't believe I just hypnotized my hot, future mother. Now what?' To be continued... Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 02 A man finds a magical, hypnotic flashlight in the middle of the road and accidentally hypnotizes his future mother with it. With him having just hypnotized his future mother with a pocket flashlight that was obviously not of this Earth, now he wondered if that was an alien spacecraft that crashed and not a commercial, passenger plane. For fear that they're be a panic, and of course there would be a panic, maybe that's why there's no news, no TV, and no cell phone reception. Wanting to control the uncontrollable, maybe that's why the Governor called in the National Guard and why the military is involved in not only search and rescue but also in UFO and alien investigation. Thinking that if there was one alien spacecraft, there may be others. There may be an entire air force of alien spacecraft. Maybe these sightings and crashes have happened before. Maybe these sightings and crashes are happening all around the globe now. Maybe this is something that our government wants kept secret so as not to panic everyone. With them cutoff from communicating with the rest of the world, who would know? How would he know what was happening with no television, no radio reception, no cell phone, and no Internet but for public service broadcasts that have yet to give out any real information? For all he knew, everyone could be dead. For all he knew, he could be one of the few lone survivors, along with Donna. He could think of worse ways to go than dying in Donna's arms. Oddly telling that he was thinking more of his fiancé's mother than he was about his fiancé, it was then that his cold feet made him question getting married. If he didn't marry Irene, he could have sex with Donna. If he didn't marry Irene, he could have sex with Donna and her sister, Kathy. Being that his head was already turned by Donna and by Kathy, he shouldn't be getting married to Irene. Maybe planet Earth is under attack. Maybe these next few days are the last days on Earth he'll have. Maybe this flashlight is the light that the aliens use on people to get them aboard their spacecraft to examine them. Maybe should they show up at Donna's door, he can use the light on them? Only, if they were able to fly all the way to Earth, they'd surely have something more powerful than just a beam of light as their weapon. Maybe, as if she's in a standing awake coma, she can hear him while under hypnosis. He wondered if she could. Afraid to touch her for fear of awakening her from her hypnotic trance, he snapped his fingers across her eyes and clapped his hands by her ears without receiving any reaction. Truly, she appeared to be in a hypnotic trance. Maybe, somehow, this strange light has magical powers. Maybe this little light has indeed hypnotized her. Maybe with her obviously hypnotized, she's now vulnerable to hypnotic suggestions. Wouldn't that be something if he could command her to do whatever he wanted her to do? Nah. Nonetheless his disbelief that she was indeed hypnotized, he thought he'd give hypnotic suggestion a try. "Donna, if you can hear me, sit on the couch," he said. It was a good sign when she turned and sat on the couch, albeit while still staring straight ahead as if she had been hypnotized and was under his spell. Oh my God, he just hypnotized his fiancé's MILF of a mother with this alien flashlight. He still couldn't believe that he just hypnotized his fiancé's MILF of a mother with this alien flashlight. Suspecting and hoping that he was in complete control of her, he needed to know just how much control he had over her. Only, if she was, indeed, hypnotize, how does he go about getting her out of her hypnotic trance? Not really worrying about how to get her out of her hypnotic trance now, an opportunity of a lifetime, he was more concerned with keeping her in her hypnotic trance. As if a runaway train ran through his mind, he thought of all of the sexual possibilities that he could do with his girlfriend's mother. Moreover, the perfect scenario, with her hypnotized, whatever he did with her, she'd never know. A victimless crime, the perfect crime with him never being suspected of taking sexual advantage of her, how perfect is that? Maybe he could begin where he left off last summer. Just as he did when they were in the pool together, he imagined kissing and kissing her while feeling her big tits. He'd love to see, touch, feel, and fondle her big tits while fingering and sucking her nipples in the way that her sister, Kathy, allowed him to do. He'd love to command her to undress and strip herself naked. He'd love to command her to fall to her knees and stroke his cock before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. He'd give anything for Donna to suck him before fucking him. Only, way ahead of himself, he first needed to see if she was really hypnotized and if he had suggestive control of her mind before he could take sexual control of her body. * * * * * "Donna, if you can hear me, cross your right leg over your left leg," he said testing the waters. Immediately, slowly and seductively, she crossed her right leg over her left leg. When she crossed her legs, she momentarily flashed him her white panties. Her flashing him her panties was so very sexually exciting. Yet, not sure if she was truly hypnotized, he wondered if she flashed him her panties deliberately or accidentally. Nonetheless her flashing him her panties whether deliberately of accidentally, the fact remained was that he saw Donna's panties. Furthermore, acting as if she was hypnotized, he couldn't believe she was obeying his hypnotic suggestions. 'Wow, what the fuck? Are you kidding me? This is great. This is unbelievable.' Afraid to say anything out loud for fear that she'd take whatever he said as a hypnotic suggestion, he kept his thoughts to himself. 'I don't believe this. A sexually fantasy come true, I just hypnotized my future mother.' "Now, uncross your legs," he said and she uncrossed her legs in the same way she crossed them before. While slowly and seductively uncrossing her legs, she flashed him her panties again. He couldn't believe she flashed him her panties again. Being that he was a normal, testosterone filled, 23-year-old, horny man and Irene's mother was a hot 42-year-old, hot, MILF of a woman, he decided to have some real fun with the possibility of her being hypnotized. For sure, if she wasn't hypnotized, she'd never do what he was about to ask her to do. Afraid to touch her for fear that he'd break her out of whatever hypnotic trance she was in, he sat on the floor in front of her. Being that she was flashing him her white panties every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, he figured that he'd enjoy the free show by taking his hypnotic suggestions a step further. "Part your knees for me please Donna," he said and she did. "A little more please," he said and she did. As if he was a shoe salesman in a shoe store and she was his sexy customer wearing a short skirt, he now had a clear view between her legs and of her bright, white panties. He couldn't believe he was seeing her panties. As if he was watching a live video of her, when he leaned forward for a closer look, he could see the impression of her pussy slit in her panty. 'Wow,' he thought without verbalizing his sexual excitement. "Wider," he said as if he was her gynecologist. As if she was a man sitting on the sofa instead of his fiancé's mother, she spread her legs even wider. "Please open your legs wider so that I may have a better view of your panties." He couldn't believe he was shamelessly and forbiddingly talking to Irene's mother in such an inappropriate, sexual way. He couldn't believe he was seeing her panties. He couldn't believe she was obeying his every, verbal, hypnotically, suggestive, sexual command. This wonderful little light, whatever it was, actually hypnotized her. He couldn't believe he somehow hypnotized her. He wondered if she was conscious of all that he was asking her to do. He wondered if she'd have any memory of anything she did while under hypnosis. Even in his wildest sexual fantasy, he'd never think that he'd have total, sexual control over his future mother. Ready to do everything he sexually imagined doing to her beautiful body, he may never have another chance like this again. He was so tempted to touch her and to finger her through her panties. Seeing her panty clad pussy, her pussy slit, her camel toe, and her pussy mound, he'd love to lick her through her panties while reaching up to fondle her big tits. Now thinking more of his own personal, sexual gratification than he thought of her sexual satisfaction, he was so tempted to strip himself naked to expose his cock to her. If she was to have a reaction while hypnotized, he'd like to see her reaction to seeing his cock. Maybe her reacting or not reacting would prove one way or the other if she was hypnotized. Yet, with her in her hypnotic trance, he wondered if she'd even notice his cock. He imagined putting his cock in her hand and/or slowly sliding his emerging erection across her lips. He wondered if he slid his cock across her mouth, taking the hint, if she'd open her mouth and take him inside. Maybe with her not consciously aware, thinking his prick was food, a hotdog perhaps, perhaps she'd bite down on his cock. Nonetheless the fear of her munching on his prick, he'd love nothing more than for Donna to suck him. He'd love nothing more than to put a gentle hand to the back of her beautiful brunette head while humping her mouth and fucking her face. He'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow. He'd love nothing more than to give her a cum bath, to cum all over her tits, and all over her face. Already knowing the reluctant, lousy blowjob he seldom received from her daughter, and with Irene never allowing him to cum in her mouth, he'd love to know if her mother was any better at sucking cock. Imagining that she was much better at sucking cock and giving blowjobs than her daughter was, he wondered if Donna and/or Kathy would allow him to cum in their beautiful mouths in the way that his fiancé didn't allow him to cum in her virginal mouth. A sexual fantasy come true, he was alone with Irene's hot mother for hours, maybe even days. Especially with her under hypnosis and under his sexual control, he couldn't even imagine all that he could sexually do to Donna in that time. "Unbutton your blouse Donna," he said. * * * * * More unbelievable that he was asking her to remove her clothes was the fact that she was removing her clothes. Immediately, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Such a sexy show to see, he couldn't believe it when his girlfriend's mother started unbuttoning her blouse. It was one thing to see her topless in the dark while in the pool but it's quite another thing to watch her strip off her clothes in the brightly lit living room. He watched her unbutton one slow button of her blouse at a time. What a night? What an unbelievable night? First the airplane or alien spaceship accident and now this. He couldn't believe his eyes. As if he was hypnotized, he stared at her mesmerized at all that she was exposing to his horny eyes and at all that he was seeing. Obeying his every command as if he was a hypnotist and she was someone from the audience, he'll be masturbating over this moment for the rest of his life, especially after she becomes his hot, sexy, MILF of a mother. This wasn't just any woman. This was Irene's mother. Oh, yeah, a sexual fantasy come true, Donna was his future mother-in-law. Oh, yeah, baby, without a doubt, big time, he'll be masturbating over this moment for the rest of his life. Wishing he was unbuttoning her while kissing her and feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra, he watched her unbutton one slow, sexually exciting button of her blouse at a time. Only not daring to touch her, not even wanting to speak to her unless he was giving her a hypnotic suggestion, he didn't want to awaken her from whatever hypnotic trance she was in. Committing her unexpected striptease to memory, first he saw the tops of her meaty, D cup breasts. Then he saw her long line of sexy cleavage. Finally, he saw her lacy bra when she unbuttoned all the buttons of her blouse. 'Oh, my God, she has quite the rack,' he thought to himself. 'Oh my God, she's so hot. I can't believe this is really happening.' Sitting there with her legs still spread wide open, he couldn't believe he was not only seeing Donna's panties but also seeing her bra clad breasts. As if he was dreaming this, as if he was sexually fantasizing this, he was living out his sexual fantasy live and in full color. Life doesn't get any better than this. With Donna continuing with the reality of his sexual fantasy, with him figuring that she'd snap out of her trance and his fun would stop at any moment, he continued giving her hypnotic suggestions. Before she pulled the plug on this dream state, he was hoping to see as much of her naked body as he could. "Take off your blouse," he said as if he was a hypnotist and giving her a hypnotic suggestion. He remembered reading somewhere that someone who was hypnotized wouldn't do something that she wouldn't ordinarily do if she wasn't hypnotized. With that thought in mind, now he wondered if she'd readily strip naked in front of him without being hypnotized. As if she was his fiancé instead of his future mother, he watched her remove her blouse as if she was undressing for bed with him standing in her bedroom and watching her. Still in shock over this incredible night, he couldn't believe it when she removed her blouse. With her sitting across from him in her bra with her legs spread wide open and her white panties exposed to him, Irene's mother removed her blouse. 'This is unbelievable,' he thought to himself. "Now stand and remove your skirt," he said in the same unemotional, soft spoken voice he used when asking her to remove her blouse. He stood from his sitting position on the carpet in front of her to stand to watch her strip off her short skirt. He couldn't believe it when she stood and reached behind her to unbutton and unzip her skirt. 'Jesus. Fuck me,' he thought to himself. 'And to think that I'll be alone with her for hours, maybe even for days.' Oh, my God, a sexual fantasy come true, as if awaiting further orders or as if she was his own personal robot that he needed to instruct before she'd service him, she stood before him in her panty and bra. Implanting this vision permanently in his brain of her standing in front of her in her bra and panty, with him having hours and perhaps even days alone with her, he didn't want to forget the first time seeing Donna in her panty and bra. If these were going to be his last days on Earth, he couldn't think of a better way to spend them than to spend them with Donna. For a 42-year-old woman, she had a magnificent body, just amazing. As if she was a mixed martial arts fighter, he knew that she did Pilates and Yoga but whatever else she was doing, he wished Irene would do it too. If that's what it took for Irene to get the same body, but for the big tits, he only wished Irene would take up Pilates and Yoga to hopefully get the same shapely figure her mother had. On second thought, forget her long, shapely legs and her round, firm ass, he only wished that Irene had her mother's big tits. A sight to behold and a vision to see, not yet ready to give her the next hypnotic suggestion, he just wanted to admire her standing there in her bra and panties. In the way that most people don't look good naked, she looked phenomenal in her bra and panties. In the way that some coma patients have memories of people visiting them while they're in a coma, he wondered if Donna would have any memory of him asking her to strip off her clothes. He wondered if she'd remember posing for him in her bra and panties while he ogled her hot body. Not totally convinced, he wondered if she was really hypnotized or just pretending to be hypnotized. She seemed hypnotized but how would he really know if she was or not. For sure, if only to determine if she was hypnotized, his feeble justification should she awaken when she was naked, he'd have to take this sudden striptease a step further. Only taking a moment to enjoy the view, before continuing with his hypnotic experiment, he continued ogling her standing there in her bra and panty. If he thought that she had a shapely body before, now seeing her without her clothes, she had a shapelier body than he thought she had. Going beyond the point of no return, he was about to do something he could never take back. He was about to ask her to do something that he could never apologize to her enough for sexually taking advantage of her. He was about to ask her to do something that conceivably could ruin whatever relationship that blossomed between him and his intended now and in the future. Yet, ready to ruin whatever love relationship he had with Irene, he didn't care. Ready to even give up Irene for her mother, he didn't care. Ready to end his engagement to her daughter for the chance of seeing Donna naked, the only person on his mind right now was Irene's mother. Unable to really get a look at them in the darkened pool, he needed to see her big, beautiful breasts. As if her bra clad breasts hypnotized him, he needed for her to remove her brassiere. * * * * * "Remove your bra. Show me your tits. I want to see your big breasts Donna," he said. As if she was a paid stripper to strip for his private birthday party, he watched her reach her hands behind her back. When she reached around herself to unhook her bra, as if she was his very own sexual slave, he couldn't believe she was obeying his every hypnotic, suggestive, sexual command. With all of this so surreal, as if her undressing was happening in slow motion, one slow bra strap at a time, he watched her removing her bra, first one cup and then the other. As if there was a drumroll, he imagined he heard stripper music before he watched her holding her bra in her hand with her arms positioned by her sides. "Oh, my God," he whispered to himself. 'She has spectacular breasts.' She was topless. Irene's mother was topless. His future mother was topless. Donna's tits were right there in front of him for his personal inspection and personal enjoyment. He couldn't believe Irene's mother was topless and dressed in only her panties. If space aliens were to kill him now, after seeing Donna's tits, at least he'd die happy with an erection and a big, sexy smile on his face. "Are you kidding me? I don't believe this," he said under his breath and too soft for her to hear. He didn't want to confuse her. He didn't want her to think that he was giving her another hypnotic suggestion by her hearing him talking to himself. After yearning to see her topless, now he wanted to see her naked. He needed to see her pussy and her ass. Wanting her to take it off, take it all off, he couldn't wait to see Donna naked. Taking a minute to enjoy the moment after enjoying the striptease show, he couldn't believe her tits were right there before his horny eyes. If he so dared, he could reach out and touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering her big nipples. Only for fear of awakening her from her hypnotic trance and not wanting to ruin the chance of seeing her naked after seeing her topless, even though he so wanted to touch her and feel her, he didn't dare touch and feel her. What would he say if she awakened from whatever hypnotic trance she was in from the mere shine of his alien flashlight? He couldn't believe he saw her in her bra and panties. He couldn't believe he was seeing Donna's tits. He'd love nothing better than to touch her breasts and feel and fondle her tits while fingering and sucking her nipples. Only, in case this is all the sex he'd get from her, he needed to see her naked before planning his next sexual move. Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 02 "Now your panties. Yeah, remove those too. Show me your ass and your pussy. I need to see those too," he said. "I need to see you naked Donna." He couldn't believe it when she tucked her thumbs in her panty, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. She was naked. His girlfriend's mother was naked. Along with her big tits, her cunt, and her ass, her naked body was right there in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her trimmed patch of dark, brown pubic hair. Something he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his life, especially if he married her daughter, he couldn't believe Donna was naked. "Turn around," he said. "Show me your ass." As if she was an audience member on stage hypnotized to pretend to be a chicken, immediately, she turned to show him her round, firm ass. "Bend at the waist and spread your legs," he said. "I want to see your pussy." He watched her bend at the waist and spread her legs to show him her asshole and her pussy. He was so tempted to touch her. He was so tempted to feel her. He was so tempted to finger her. He was so tempted to stick his face between her legs and lick her before fucking her. He was so tempted to stand behind her and fuck her, really pound her pussy. A position that every man wishes he was in, what to do with a naked woman when the woman doesn't know she's naked and when the woman is your future mother, he felt blessed. 'Thank you God! Wow!' "Turn around," he said and she turned around again. He didn't want to leave any evidence that she was naked and was used as his personal sex slave, should she suddenly awaken. Instead of asking her to get dressed, he quickly he ran to the bathroom to get a towel to put on the couch. "Sit on the couch Donna," he said and she did. "Now spread your legs and touch yourself. I want to watch you masturbate." Something he only imagined her doing, he always wondered if Irene's mother masturbated. With her deft fingers rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy, now he knew the answer to that question. Something that he wished he was doing, he watched Donna rubbing her clit while fondling her big tits and fingering her nipples. As if he was watching her on hidden camera, he couldn't believe he was watching his girlfriend's mother masturbate live. In the way that he wished he could give her an orgasm, he watched her give herself an orgasm. Then, in the way she was staring at him and leering at him, he wondered if she was aware that she was hypnotized. Maybe she knows she's naked before her future son. Maybe she's playing him in pretending to be hypnotized. Perhaps she wants him to give her an orgasm too. Perhaps, she wants to give him sex in the way she just gave herself sex and in the way that he'd love to give her sex. Not enough that she was naked, she heightened the sexual lust he had for her and made his sexual frustration even worse. Now he couldn't wait to touch her, feel, and lick her while she touched him, felt him, and sucked him before fucking one another. * * * * * Now that she was standing there naked, after watching her masturbate herself, he was sexually aroused, an understatement. Going for broke, he wanted to take more of an active role instead of a passive role in having sex with Donna. Willing to risk waking her, what fun is it in just seeing her naked? He needed to have sex with her. He needed to experience his fiancé's mother in the way that he's unable to experience his virgin fiancé. "Take off my clothes," he said walking partway over to her. "Strip me naked. I not only want you to see my cock but also I want you to touch, feel, and stroke my cock before sucking my cock." Not knowing what would happen, he didn't know if she'd strip him or not. Maybe this is where she awakens from her hypnotic trance. Hoping he hadn't gone too far in his hypnotic suggestion, he waited to see what would happen. Maybe stripping herself naked is as far as she'll go. Still naked, with her pussy wet and her nipples erect from her playing with herself, she stood and walked to him. Still afraid to touch her for fear that he'd awaken her, he allowed her to do all the touching. Once he's allowed her to have her wicked sexual way with his body, maybe she'll allow him to touch her too. He couldn't wait to touch and feel her everywhere a future son should never touch and feel his future mother-in-law. He wondered if she started to come out of whatever hypnotic trance she was in, if he could just shine the light in her eyes to return her back into a hypnotic trance. Only, he didn't know how powerful that light is. Seemingly with the light a very powerful tool in controlling her mind and body, maybe another dose of shining that light in her eyes would blind her, cause her to have brain damage, or even kill her. With the light not coming with directions or warnings, obviously this magically light of hypnotism was not of this Earth. As if she was his mother undressing him as a child instead of his future mother undressing him on hypnotic command, she unbuttoned his shirt and removed that. Tossing his shirt on the chair behind him, she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. Not wasting any time in stripping him naked, she undressed him faster than she undressed herself. Looking down at what she was doing, as if she was embarrassed, sexually excited, or just in a hypnotic trance, he didn't know which, she didn't look up at him. "Look at me," he said. "I want to see your big, brown eyes while you're removing my clothes." She looked up at him and gave him a sexy smile to make him wonder if she really was hypnotized or just pretending that she was. Maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Maybe she was using this opportunity of her daughter not being around to have sex with him before he married Irene. Perhaps, she has some kind of convoluted morals that once he's married to her daughter, he's off limits. Or maybe tonight is his personal initiation and his sexual invitation into their family. Wouldn't it be really something if he could have sex with her sister, Kathy, too? * * * * * He couldn't believe his girlfriend's mother was undressing him as if he was her lover instead of her daughter. Next she pulled his jeans down. He kicked off his shoes before stepping out of his pants. He stood before Donna in his tee shirt and briefs with his erection prominently displayed behind the thin material of his underwear. He was so hard. He was so horny. He was so ready to have his wicked sexual way with Irene's mother. He couldn't wait to fill her mouth with his cock before filling her pussy. "Touch me," he said. "Feel my cock through my underwear. I want to watch you touching me." She groped his erect prick through his briefs in the way that he couldn't wait to touch, feel, grope, and fondle her. She groped his erect prick through his briefs with more sexual enthusiasm than her daughter ever did. She groped his erect prick through his briefs in the way he imagined her groping his underwear covered cock. In all the times he masturbated over think about having sex with Donna, he couldn't believe he was about to have sex with Irene's mother. She was so sexy. She was so hot. She was so naked and he couldn't wait to be naked with her too. With him remembering this incredible life forever, twenty years from now, he hoped to God that Irene looked as good as her mother looks now. "Strip me naked Donna. I want to show you my prick. I want you to see my cock," he said. She removed his tee shirt before removing his briefs. Then, inserting her fingers in the elastic of his underwear, in one downward swipe, he stood before her naked. Only, instead of her reacting to him naked in the way that he reacted to her naked, she stared straight ahead without having any reaction at all. "Look at my cock," he said while wondering if she could speak. "Tell me. What do you think of my prick?" He took his erection in hand and lifted it as if offering it to her before waving it at her while slowly stroking himself. Obeying him to look at his cock, she looked down at his prick before looking up at him. "You have a beautiful penis," she said. 'She can speak,' he thought to himself. Having sex with her is so much better when she's more of a willing participate than a hypnotic victim. He wondered what else she could do under hypnosis or whatever she was under from the mere shine of that magical flashlight. "Would you like to touch my prick?" She looked down at his cock before looking up at him and before looking down at his cock again. He wondered if she was still under his hypnotic spell. He wondered if she ever was in such a vulnerable position or if this was all just a sexual game she was playing. Maybe she was using him as much as he thought he was using her. "Yes," she said seemingly ready to reach out her hand. Something her sister, Kathy, already did when they were drunk and in the dark, deep end, corner of the pool, now he couldn't wait to feel Donna's manicured fingers around his cock. "Go ahead, you may stroke me," he said. He looked down at his erect penis before staring up at her. "Okay," she said. He watched her reach out her hand. As if this was happening in slow motion, he watched her wrap her fingers around his cock before slowly stroking him. "Look at me while stroking me and while telling me what you think of my big, hard prick," he said. Immediately, she looked up at him and smiled. "I like your big, hard prick," she said. Even though it was sexually exciting for him to see her naked and even though it was sexually exciting for her to see him naked, he needed more sexual stimulation than that. He needed to touch her. He needed to feel her. He needed to fondle her big breasts while fingering her nipples. "May I touch you?" He stared down at her breasts. They were so big. They were so shapely. Her nipples were so very hard and erect. Excruciatingly long, in the time he waited for her to answer him, it seemed like minutes when it was only a few seconds. "Yes," she said. He felt her breasts and fingered her nipples before reaching behind her to feel and squeeze her round, firm ass and before reaching down to finger her pussy while she continued stroking his cock. Going for broke, he was ready to ask her the million dollar question. "Would you like to suck my cock?" He couldn't wait to see Donna on her knees. He couldn't wait to watch Irene's mother take his stiff prick in her mouth to suck him while continuing to stroke him. He couldn't wait to see her looking up at him with her big, brown eyes with his hard, hairy prick buried in her beautiful mouth. He wished he could kiss her, French kiss her, before she sucked him. Only, if she was under some kind of hypnotic spell, he didn't want to awaken her as if she was Sleeping Beauty. "I'd love to suck your cock Brian," she said. She knows his name. She knows who he is. Maybe she's coming out of her trance. Maybe she wasn't hypnotized at all. He wondered if he should flash the light in her eyes again. Only, not knowing what else this light might do, he didn't want to hurt Irene's mother. Instead, he watched her fall to her knees. He watched her take his stiff prick in her small hand. He watch her stroking him before taking him in her mouth. 'Oh, my God,' his first thought. 'She's a much better cocksucker than her daughter.' Irene's mother is blowing me. Donna is sucking my cock. He couldn't believe this. He put a gentle hand to the back of her beautiful, brunette head. "Suck my cock, Donna. Suck it. That's right baby. That feels so good," he said when she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. Putting a firmer hand to the back of her hear, he started humping her mouth before he started fucking her face. Irene's mother was blowing him. His future mother was sucking him. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe that Donna was giving him oral sex. "Tell me, Donna, do you like sucking my cock?" Already knowing the answer to his question, this is a question that he'd never ask of Irene being that he already knew the answer to that question too. Irene wasn't much of a cocksucker. With his cock the first cock she's ever sucked, dabbled with is more the correct phrase, Irene didn't enjoy sucking his hard prick in the way her mother was obviously enjoying sucking his still prick. "I love sucking your cock Brian," she said removing his prick from her mouth to speak before reinserting it again to suck. He reached down to feel and fondle her big tits while fingering her nipples. Not wanting to cum in her mouth just yet, he wanted to fuck her first. Then, after he pounded her pussy, he'll have her blow him again. Oh yeah, he couldn't wait to fill her mouth with his cum. Then, after she swallows, he couldn't wait to fuck her. "I want to make love to you, Donna. May I make love to you?" She looked up at him and smiled with his stiff, hairy prick still in her mouth. "Yes," she said removing his cock from her mouth again. "I'd love for you to make love to me." Like mother unlike daughter, if only Irene was as sexual as her mother and aunt, he'd never look at another woman. If only Irene would allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her virginal body, maybe he wouldn't be cheating on her now with her mother. He needed to ask Donna one last question. "After I make love to you, Donna, may I fuck you? I'd love to pound your pussy." Removing his cock from her mouth again, she stood to meet his lips to look him in the eyes. "I'd love for you to fuck me. I'd love for you to pound my pussy Brian," she said with a sexy smile. They walked in her bedroom. She climbed on the bed and he moved in beside her. Ready to make love to Irene's mother, the doorbell rang. "Shit!" Maybe it was Irene but she wouldn't have rung the doorbell. She has a key. He walked to the door naked to look out the side curtain. It was Kathy, Donna's younger sister. Maybe he can get two for the price of one. To be continued... Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 03 After hypnotizing Donna, Brian hypnotizes Kathy too for threesome sex with his fiancé's mother and aunt. Not wanting her to see that he was naked, he figured that she'd suspect something was amiss if he answered the door without wearing any clothes. Who knows, after how she aggressively acted when they were alone in the dark corner of the pool, maybe she'd prefer seeing him naked? Hoping the light would work through glass, he quickly ran to grab his light from his pants pocket and shined it in Kathy's eyes through the side window of the door. Such a powerful little beam, he lit her up as if she was on stage and he was in charge of the spotlight. Afraid to do anything else with the light other than to turn it on and off, he wondered what else this little light can do. Maybe this light is much more powerful than he imagines. Maybe this handy dandy light has a death beam and can kill people and/or animals. Maybe it can make whatever you point the beam at long enough to make it disappear. Maybe it can act as a time machine and allow someone to travel to the past or to the future. Maybe now that he knows he can hypnotize people with this magical, albeit alien light, especially women, he should put it down and not open Pandora's Box in trying to see what else the light does and can do. What if she's not hypnotized? Taking a chance on opening the door naked, when he opened the door, she was standing there in the same way that Donna had stood there. She was stunned. She was mesmerized. She was hypnotized. 'Oh my God,' he thought to himself. 'I don't believe this. If hypnotizing Donna wasn't enough, now I've hypnotized Kathy too.' By the mere shine of his light, she certainly looked hypnotized to him. Maybe Donna called her sister, asked her to come over, and to act hypnotized when she arrived. She could have called her sister to come over before he arrived and before he had hypnotized her, but then how would she know to ask Kathy to pretend that she was hypnotized when she wasn't even hypnotized yet? Moreover, he's been with Donna the whole time. She hadn't made any phone calls while he was there with her. Besides, with her supposedly hypnotized, the only thoughts she has are the hypnotic suggestions that he gives her. If he was to make a judgment call, he'd say that not only was Donna hypnotized but also now her sister was hypnotized too. Maybe this little light is an alien stun gun that they used in Star Trek. As the writer and the producer of Star Trek, maybe what Gene Roddenberry of Star Trek fame dreamt up as a science fiction fantasy is now Brian's reality? Maybe what had crashed was indeed an UFO and not a passenger plane. Maybe what he holds in his hand today is what aliens will be holding in their hands in the future. "Come inside," he said closing the door behind her as if he was Igor welcoming her into Dr. Frankenstein's Transylvanian castle instead of into this Pennsylvania farmhouse. The only thing missing from his diabolic plan to have his wicked, sexual way with Kathy as he planned to do with Donna, was him laughing evilly and hysterically in the background. Trapped in his hypnotic trance of a web, he stared at her as if she was the dumb fly and he was the killer spider. A younger version and a newer model, thirty-eight-year-old Kathy was just as beautiful as her older sister, Donna, and with breasts just as big. He only wished that Irene had inherited her mother's and her aunt's big breasts. He'd be such a happy man if only Irene had tits. Maybe he wouldn't feel the need to have sex with his fiancé's mother and aunt if Irene was busty. Yet, now that he's gone this far, with Donna already in bed naked, there's no turning back. Unless the women were to have no memory of being hypnotized, he could never explain this or apologize this way out of this, even if he wanted to not continue. With these two sexy beauties so shapely and so willing to play, judging them by how they were in the pool last summer, stretching the envelope and thinking out of the box, now he wondered what their mother, Irene's grandmother looked like. Maybe she too is just as voluptuous and as sexually naughty as her daughters. If that was the case, then he'd like nothing better than to hypnotize all four women, Irene, Kathy, Donna, and her grandmother, Kathy and Donna' mother. He'd like nothing better than to know what it feels like to have sex with three generations of the same family. Incorrigibly in his sexual desire and diabolical in his hypnotic scheme to seduce these sisters, he was perversely perverted in wanting to have sex with his fiancé's entire female family. He not only wanted to bed his fiancé but also her mother, her aunt, and now even her grandmother too. If Irene only had sisters, no doubt he'd want to bed them too. Undoubtedly, his sexual lust would stretch to Irene's cousins if they were as hot and good looking as the rest of her female relatives. An understatement, so long as his little light didn't run low on batteries, he couldn't wait to meet them all while thinking of laughing diabolically. With him keeping his sexual desire all in the family, he had the morals of a hillbilly having sex with his sister, his mother, and all the rest of his kinfolk. Knowing what Irene is like now when in her twenties, by having sex with Donna and Kathy, he'd be testing the waters to see what Irene would be like when she's in her late thirties and early forties. Then, imagining having sex with grandma, he'd know ahead of time what Irene would be like when she's in her sixties. * * * * * "Come with me," said the spider to the fly while leading Kathy to Donna's bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, as if she was a model posing for a Rembrandt painting, Danae painted in 1636 or Bathsheba at her Bath painted in 1654, Donna was on her back staring at the ceiling. As if he hit an off button before he left her alone, she looked like she was sleeping albeit with her eyes open. Strangely enough and telling him that Kathy was hypnotized too, when he entered the bedroom with her sister, there was no warm sisterly greeting, no hugs, and no kisses from Donna or from Kathy. As if they didn't even know one another, not even so much as acknowledging one another, they both just stared straight ahead. Donna stared at the ceiling and Kathy stared at the wall. Not wasting any time, should the roads open and Irene suddenly appear out of nowhere in the way that Donna appeared when he was in the pool making out with Kathy, he gave Kathy her first hypnotic suggestion. "Undress," he said looking at Kathy as if she was a hot meal after not eating all day. "Take off your clothes. Strip yourself naked," he said. In the way he couldn't believe when Donna started undressing herself, he couldn't believe it when Kathy started stripping. "I want to see you naked," he said reinforcing his hypnotic suggestion by repeating his sexual desire for Kathy in the way he did with Donna. Never having hypnotized anyone before, he had no idea what he was doing but with the help of that magic, alien, flashlight, with him quickly becoming a serial hypnotist, he was a master hypnotist. He wondered how long the trance lasted. When he was done having sex with the two sisters, he wondered how he could awaken them. With the roads possibly closed for days, perhaps he shouldn't worry about awakening them for days. Only with him more concerned with other and more sexual things, he'll worry about awakening them later. For now, he wanted to see Kathy naked. * * * * * In the same sexy way that Donna unbuttoned her blouse, one slow button at a time, he watched Kathy unbutton her blouse. First he saw the tops of her meaty, D cup breasts. Then he saw her long line of sexy cleavage. Finally, he saw her bra. As if waiting for his next hypnotic command, she stopped for further instructions. "Take it off. Take off your blouse and show me your bra," he said. "I want to see what you look like in your brassiere." Watching her undress was as if he was watching her undress in his sexual fantasy while sleeping or while masturbating himself over the thoughts of having sex with Donna and/or Kathy. Without even a look to see who was hiding in her bedroom closet, Kathy removed her blouse as if she was alone in her bedroom. Standing there in her pale, blue bra and skintight jeans, her body was just as shapely as was Donna's body. With things like this never happening to him, nothing ever happens in this small town. He couldn't believe that first he was able to somehow hypnotize Donna and get her to strip naked and now able to hypnotized Kathy, he was getting her to strip naked too. More than even that, he had a huge window of hours, maybe even days to sexually experience not only Donna's beautiful body but also Kathy's beautiful body too. After having sex with Irene's mother and aunt, with them not knowing and/or even suspecting that they were so sexually violated by him, he'd have a sly smile on his smug face when standing at the altar ready to marry Irene. With him already knowing not only what his future mother looks like naked but also her sister, he was soon to find out what they're like in bed too, something that he doesn't even know about his virgin, soon-to-be bride. Truly, life doesn't get any better than this. "Now your jeans. Take off your jeans. I can't wait to see what you look like in your bra and panty," he said. As soon as he got the words out for her to take off her jeans, Kathy had her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. She shimmied down her skintight jeans in the way that a snake sheds its skin, very slowly. She kicked off her sneakers and lifted her legs to extricate herself from her tight jeans. Then, as if she was a lingerie model posing for a fashion photographer, she stood before him in her sexy blue bra and matching bikini panties in the way her sister did just a few minutes before. Only, where Kathy had sexy, blue lingerie, Donna wore virginal white. "Wow," he mumbled under his breath and quiet enough for Kathy and/or Donna not to hear. If he thought Donna had a good body, Kathy had an even better body. My God, the gene pool in this family is totally amazing. Now, for sure, he couldn't wait to meet grandma. * * * * * In the way he did with Donna's underwear clad body, he ogled Kathy's underwear clad body. With Donna already on the bed naked, Kathy would soon be naked and on the bed with her sister. He always wanted to have sex with two sisters, twins actually. Yet, in the close resemblance they these two sisters looked, they could be twins and he enjoyed imagining that they were. A personal, sexual fantasy, favorite of his, it sexually excited him even more to think that he was about to have sex with identical twin sisters. "Now your bra. I want to see your breasts. Show me your tits," he said. Without hesitation, Kathy reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and removed her big, blue brassiere. First her blouse, then her jeans, and now her bra, her natural, D cup breasts were just as spectacular as her sister's natural, D cup breasts. She had big nipples just as her sister did. He couldn't wait to touch her breasts. He couldn't wait to feel her tits. He couldn't wait to finger her nipples and suck her big tits. Only, as he did with Donna, slowly bringing her along to now spook her awake, with him having no idea of what he was doing, he didn't dare touch Kathy for fear of awakening from her hypnotic trance. Having waited long enough to see Donna's sister naked, it was time for Kathy to remove her panty. It was time for Kathy to show him her pussy. It was time for Kathy to get completely nude. It was time to get both women in bed and do what most men would love to do with two, hot, naked sisters. Knowing that he could probably get one of them in bed, unless hypnotized as they obviously were now, there'd be no way that he'd ever get both of these beauties naked and in bed together. As if he was a modeling agent or a Playboy photographer and Kathy and Donna were his au natural models, he was eager to compare the bodies of the two women. With both seemingly having identical bodies, he couldn't help but wonder what their mother looked like. Perhaps grandma looked more like Irene then she looked like Donna and/or Kathy. Perhaps great bodies skip a generation for them to develop as if a new strain of grape growing on the vine that will surely mature into the desired vintage. He couldn't help but think of the wine called Manage a Trois wine, a bold and sensual wine that's a tad risqué and something that the women had in common with the wine. He couldn't even imagine a better variety of wine matching these sisters with what he was about to do with them in bed. * * * * * "Now for your panties. Take off your panties," he said. Hoping he didn't jolt her out of her hypnotic trance by talking so sexually explicit to her, he couldn't help himself from being inappropriate vulgar. "I want to see your naked pussy and beautiful your ass. I need to see your cunt. I want to see you naked Kathy," said Brian without shame or remorse that he had not only hypnotically suggested his fiancé's mother to strip naked but also he was commanding her aunt to strip naked too. In one downward swipe, as if removing a canvas from an invaluable work of art, Kathy removed her panty. She was naked. Both Donna and Kathy were naked. With Kathy standing in front of him and Donna on her back in bed, he looked from one woman to the other woman. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was about to have sex with not only his future mother but also her younger sister too. After experiencing the two women sexually, his life and his relationships with them would never be the same. Only, what he did here tonight would forever be his dirty little secret that he had inappropriate sex with not only Irene's mother but also her aunt while they were hypnotized. Indeed, the God of luck was shining down upon him today. Indeed, today is a wonderful day. Indeed, today was the best day of his young life. He couldn't wait to have sex with the two women. "Get on the bed next to your sister," he said watching her get on the bed. As soon as Kathy climbed on the bed, taking things one step further and in a totally different direction, he surprised even himself by what he said next. "I want to watch you making out with your sister." He was so glad that Donna had a king-sized bed. Needing to make sure they were both hypnotized and not pretending to be hypnotized, he needed for them to do something that they'd never do if they weren't hypnotized. "Kiss one another while touching one another," he said. * * * * * As soon as he uttered his hypnotic suggestion, they obeyed. They were kissing. They were French kissing. They were making out while touching and feeling one another where sisters should never touch and feel one another. He couldn't believe his eyes. He watched them making out. He watched them feel their breasts, squeeze their asses, and finger their pussies. Another sexual fantasy of his coming true, watching two women having lesbian sex, this day just gets better and better. He always wanted to watch two women going at one another. Taking things a step further, even though they were obviously hypnotized, he wondered if they'd have sex with one another. Maybe because having lesbian sex with one another is something they wouldn't ordinarily do when not hypnotized, they wouldn't do now when hypnotized. Nonetheless, Donna and Kathy were going at one another as if they were lesbians incarcerated in prison in the new comedy show, Orange is the New Black. French kissing one another as if they were lesbian lovers instead of close knit sister, he couldn't believe they were touching and feeling one another while French kissing one another. If lesbian sex between two heterosexual women wasn't hot enough, watching two sisters going at one another was even hotter. In the way they were making out with one another, if they weren't hypnotized, then they were great actresses. He imagined all the possibilities he could do with his wonderful, little, magical light. With the world's female population at his disposal, at his mercy, and vulnerable to his sexual interaction, no woman was safe around him now. "Now me," he said climbing in bed between them. "Kiss me Kathy," he said to Kathy. As soon as he told her to kiss him, she buried her tongue in his mouth. Oh, my God, a sexual fantasy come true, she was such a great kisser. Now he couldn't wait to kiss Donna to compare who was the better kisser. Yet, first, he wanted more than just a kiss from Irene's mother. He wanted another one of her great blowjobs. He couldn't wait to feel his cock buried in her mouth again while Kathy continued kissing him and while he felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples. "Suck my cock Donna," he said. With him positioned beside Kathy while making out with her, immediately Donna climbed over him to take his stiff prick in her hand before taking him in her mouth. While Kathy was French kissing him, Donna was sucking and stroking him. Now he needed to know who the better kisser was and who the better cocksucker was. "Now switch off," he said. "You suck my cock Kathy and you kiss me Donna," he said. Not really into controlling women, it sucked that he had to tell them everything to do. He wished they'd take it upon themselves to sexually pleasure him instead of him having to tell them all that he wanted them to do. Still, he should have a problem. He should have a complaint. Not only was he seeing these two sexy sisters naked but also they were seeing him naked too while he had sex with them. Still not totally convinced that they were hypnotized, he had one final test to see if they truly were under some type of hypnotic spell that was caused by that light he shined in their eyes. * * * * * "Let me watch you eat your sister, Donna, while I fuck you from behind. Just when he thought that things couldn't get any sexually better, they did. Immediately, with her on her knees on the bed with ass sticking up in the air, Donna fell between Kathy's legs. Brian watched Donna lick and finger her sister while he positioned himself behind her. He rubbed Donna's clit and fingered her pussy before inserting himself inside of her. She was so wet, plenty wet enough to accept his stiff prick inside of her pussy. Slowly humping her to go deeper inside of her, he fucked her doggie style while reaching down to grab onto her big tits. As if he was riding a horse at the rodeo, he rode Donna. Looking down over her, he watched Donna finger and lick Kathy while he slid his cock deeper inside of her. She had her younger sister moaning and wiggling in just a few minutes and he had Donna wigging her sweet ass for more. Sliding in and out of her while humping her, she was so wet, plenty wet for him to slide right inside of her and back out again to build up the friction. With her only having the one child and with her not having a steady man in her life, she was so tight too, as tight as he imagined Irene would be being that she was a virgin. He wondered if when he finally had sexually intercourse with her daughter, Irene, if she'd feel as good as having sexual intercourse with her mother did now. No doubt, Irene would be even tighter than her mother. No doubt, with Kathy not having given birth, she'd be even tighter than her sister. Humping her faster but not too hard, he didn't want to interrupt Donna eating her sister. It felt so good to fuck Irene's mother while feeling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. He reached beneath her to get a better feel of her big tits and finger her erect nipples while fucking her a little harder and a little faster. Not wanting to cum just yet, he still needed to fuck Kathy. Before fucking Kathy, he wanted her to suck his cock. After Donna has already sucked his cock twice, he needed Kathy to suck his cock too. Having had enough of Donna, not that she was a bad fuck but that he was so sexually excited to have sex with Kathy too, he saved Donna for when he was horny later. Now, moving from one sister to the other, it was Kathy's turn to give him hot sex. Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 03 * * * * * "Suck my cock Kathy while I lick your sister," he said. Immediately Kathy obeyed his hypnotic suggestion by climbing off the bed and positioning herself on the floor beneath him to suck his cock while he ate her sister. Oh, my God, if he thought Donna was a good cocksucker, Kathy was even better. With Donna so sexually passionate, he'd have to give the kissing award to Donna. With Kathy such an obvious whore, he'd have to give the cock sucking award to Kathy. Never has he had such wild sex. Never did he expect to have such wild sex from Irene's mother and aunt. He couldn't believe that it took a mere alien light beam for him to have three way sex with two, hot, mature women. He could only imagine who else he could hypnotize to try using this light on for sex. Only, he wondered if the light ran on batteries. Maybe they're nuclear batteries that last forever. No doubt, if the batteries died, he'd never be able replace theses batteries at Radio Shack. He could only imagine the conversation that he'd have with the store clerk. "Excuse me. Can you help me please? I need replacement batteries for my UFO alien hypnotizer," he imagined saying. "I use it to hypnotize women so that I can have sex with strange women, not that the women are strange but that they're women I've just met." Eager to fuck Kathy in the way he just fucked Donna, if he allowed Kathy to continue sucking him, no doubt, he's shoot his wad in her mouth. He'd rather wait until after he fucked Kathy before he gave Donna and Kathy the hypnotic suggestion for both of them to blow him. Then, after cumming in Kathy's and Donna's mouths, if he had any cum left, he'd give them a cum bath and cum all over their faces. "Lick your sister Kathy while I fuck you from behind," he said. Immediately, assuming their positions, the two women traded places. With her ass sticking up in the air, Kathy fell between Donna's legs and started licking while fingering her sister as Brian positioned himself behind her to fuck her doggie style. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe that both sisters stripped themselves naked. He couldn't believe that Donna stripped him naked. He couldn't believe that he was having an orgy like threesome sex with Donna and her sister. He couldn't believe how wet and how tight Kathy was. If only his fiancé knew that he was having sex with not only her mother but also with her aunt, surely that would be the end to them getting married. Then, just as he was really getting into have sex with Donna and Kathy, the doorbell rang again. There was someone at the door again. He couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding me?" When the roads were supposedly closed because of the unidentified flying object crashing in a Pennsylvania cornfield, unbelievably there was someone at the door again. Hoping it wasn't Irene but assuredly, if it was her, she would have used her key instead of ringing the doorbell. Figuring that it was the police or the military going door-to-door, too busy having sex with Donna and Kathy to answer the door, he decided not to answer the door. "Hello? Is anyone home? Hello?" What a pain in the ass this person is. Whoever it was at the door, she continued ringing the bell and knocking on the door while rattling the handle. Whoever it was at the door was female. Maybe it was a neighbor. Maybe it was a hot sexy neighbor who wanted to play too. "Donna? It's your mother. Kathy? I know you're in there too. I saw your car parked in the driveway. I just wanted to check on my daughters to make sure that you're okay after that horrible crash," she said. Oh, my God. It was their mother, Irene's grandmother. Grandma is here. Did he dare hypnotize her too? He needed to see what she looked like first. He crept to the door naked and peeked out through the side window of the door just as he did with Kathy. "Holy shit! Grandma is hot. She looks more like Catherine Zeta Jones than Donna does only with much bigger tits. Indeed, Grandma has a big rack too. Definitely, I'd do her. Definitely, I need to hypnotize her too." He dashed across the hall to grab his light. With one push of a button, he lit her up through the side window of the front door. As if he was lighting her up to beam her up on Star Trek, Grandma motionlessly froze in the way that her daughters, Donna and Kathy, did. "Wow! I'll be having sex with the whole frigging family. Perhaps if I had sex with the one that I wanted to have sex with, Irene, I wouldn't have to have sex with her mother, her aunt, and now her grandmother. He opened the front door while still naked. As if he was fully dressed, he received no reaction from her. "Come in," he said. "Your daughters are here. Right this way," he said escorting her to the bedroom. To be continued... Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 04 Brian hypnotizes Donna, Kathy, and grandma too After hypnotizing Grandma, Donna and Kathy's mother and Irene's grandmother with the alien flashlight, Brian led her to the bedroom where her daughters, Donna and Kathy were already naked and ready and waiting for him to give them hot sex. Unfortunately, Brian didn't even have a chance to strip grandma naked. Nor did he have the time to pay more sexual attention to Donna's and Kathy's naked bodies. Yet, again, interrupting his sexy fun, someone was at the front door ringing the doorbell. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" Figuring, for sure, that it was Irene, his fiancé, at the door, he panicked. Finally feeling guilty for all that he's done with Irene's mother and aunt, he felt like the despicable pervert that he was. "What do I do? What do I say? How do I explain her mother and aunt naked in her mother's bedroom? How do I explain her grandmother being here too? Maybe I can tell her the aliens hypnotized them and I found them all outside wandering around naked. Maybe I can tell her that they took them to examine them before returning them, the reason why her mother and aunt are naked. Maybe if I hypnotize Irene as soon as I see her, then I won't have to explain anything to her." Here he was in bed with her naked mother and her naked aunt while he was about to strip her grandmother naked too. What could he possibly say to Irene to save his engagement? Why would she ever want to marry him after he hypnotized her mother and aunt with the alien flashlight for them to strip naked. Why would she want to remain engaged to him when he's had sex with not only her mother but also with her aunt? He was even ready to have grandma strip naked and have sex with her too. On the flipside of the coin, after being unfaithful and showing his fondness for her big breasted relatives, why would he want to continue the charade of marrying Irene? Obviously, he didn't want to get married. Obviously, he didn't want to marry Irene. Obviously, he didn't love Irene. Obviously, he more wanted to have sex with Irene's mother, her aunt, and even her grandmother than with her. Obviously, he preferred big breasted women to Irene's small breasts. He couldn't help himself that he loved women with big tits. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" He left the three women to go see who was at the front door incessantly ringing the infernal door bell. Having gone through this already twice before, first with Kathy and now with grandma. This time, wanting to be prepared, he grabbed his alien flashlight. Definitely, it must be Irene at the door and if it was Irene at the door, he'd hypnotize her before she could ask any questions. With her still being a virgin, if he does hypnotize her, he can finally have sex with her. What did he care if he took her virginity? He wasn't going to marry her anyway. Yet, not really thinking that it would be Irene at the door, why would Irene ring the doorbell when she had a key? Maybe she forgot her key or lost her key. Maybe it wasn't Irene at the door. Maybe it was someone else. Maybe it was the police or the military going door to door searching for aliens. Aliens? That's preposterous. There's no such a thing as aliens, is there? Maybe it's not Irene, the police, or the military but aliens at his door. "Oh God. Maybe they tracked their flashlight to Donna's house and are here to retrieve it. Oh, God." Pressured to answer the door, as if whoever or whatever was at the front door was impatiently waiting for an elevator, they continued ringing the doorbell. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" That's crazy. There's no such thing as aliens. The only ones alive in the universe are humans. A fluke of nature, humans are but a sad joke. Compared to everything else in the universe, planets, stars, suns, moons, dinosaurs, black holes, supernovas, quasars, and pulsars, other than the fact that we have a brain and can think, we're powerless. When he thought about it, dogs and cats and spiders and birds are more amazing than humans. Then, he thought that it was more preposterous to think that we're alone. How could we possibly be alone? With all the galaxies, all the stars, and all the planets, some of them much like Earth, how could we possibly be alone? There's just no way we're alone. Yet, if there were aliens ringing the doorbell and wanting the return of their alien flashlight, any civilization that can make their way to Earth, albeit crashing their spacecraft in the process, are far superior to humans. Other than this alien flashlight, the extent of its powers he has no idea what else it can do, these imagined aliens must have all kinds of weaponry. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" Just as crazy as it was for him to think that there were aliens it was even crazier to think that there weren't aliens. First of all, if there aren't aliens, then how could he explain the obvious alien flashlight that he was holding, a supernatural flashlight that hypnotizes women? How could he explain the burning wreckage of the alien spacecraft? Maybe it was an unmanned or un-alien spacecraft. If the spacecraft didn't have any aliens on board, then why was the flashlight on board? Knowing a little about space travel, astronauts don't carry a single thing that's not absolutely necessary in their mission so why would there be an alien flashlight onboard an alien spacecraft if there weren't aliens aboard the spacecraft? "Oh, oh." Suddenly he was afraid. Suddenly he had a sick sense, a sixth sense that there was someone at the front door other than Irene, the police, or the military. Indeed, what if there are aliens at the door ringing the bell? What if the aliens want their flashlight back? What if aliens were there to take him away because he knows too much after stealing their flashlight? "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" He really didn't steal it. He found it. He found it lying in the middle of the road turned on and shining its beam across the road. Yeah, that's his story. That's what he'll tell them if there are aliens at the front door. Better to tell the truth than to make up a lie. Right? He'll stick with that story. Only, why would they believe him and surely they don't speak English and with him not speaking alien, how would he even understand them? Only, what if they weren't regular aliens. What if they were Christian aliens, born again aliens, Jehovah Witness aliens, holy aliens, and/or religious aliens? In case they were Christian aliens, born again aliens, Jehovah Witness aliens, holy aliens, and/or religious aliens, he didn't have to tell them that he used the flashlight to hypnotize Irene's mother, aunt, and grandmother. He didn't have to tell theses holier than thou aliens that he used their hypnotic flashlight for sex. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" There's no way that Christian, born again, Jehovah Witness, holy, and/or religious aliens would understand him hypnotizing the entire female family of his fiancé to strip them naked for sex. That's as bad as trying to have sex with a Mormon or an Amish woman. It's bad enough he absconded with their magical flashlight to use it for his sexual pleasure. Then, to tell them that he used their alien flashlight to hypnotize Irene's mother and aunt to strip naked to have sex with them is a sin in any religion. "Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!" He's fucked. He's totally fucked. With aliens at the front door, for them to be ringing and ringing the doorbell in that way, they're not happy. The worst kind of aliens are angry aliens. "Nah, there can't be aliens at the door. For one thing, aliens wouldn't ring a doorbell over and again while waiting to be invited inside. Aliens wouldn't be so politely respectful. Aliens would just laser down the front door and come in uninvited and (gulp) kill him and everyone inside." If there were aliens at the front door, other than wanting the alien flashlight he was holding, of course, he wondered what else they wanted. Maybe they knew there were women inside, naked women, and they wanted to impregnate them. Maybe they wanted him. Maybe they just wanted their flashlight back. Of course. That's it. Duh. They want their flashlight. If he gives him the flashlight, maybe they'll go in peace. Maybe if it is aliens at the door and if he hands them the flashlight, they'll let him live. Maybe they won't take him with them. Yet, it wouldn't be bad to go with the aliens if they took Irene's mother, aunt, and grandmother with them too. Suddenly, unstuck in time, if forced to go with the aliens, he'd feel like a character in Slaughter House Five, Kurt Vonnegut's novel. Not that he'd have a choice but he'd freely go with the aliens if he was allowed to have sex with Donna, her sister, and her mother while the aliens watched and observed him behind a glass partition. "Wow, how cool is that?" He peeked out the side window of the door to see who it was. He couldn't believe his eyes. "No way! Are you kidding me? I don't believe my eyes. Pinch me I'm dreaming. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe who is at the door." * * * * * Standing at the front door were sixteen supermodels, naked supermodels, albeit all with green hair and a green glowing tinge to them. He recognized them all from reading the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Editions. With their hair all green, even their pubic hair, and with them glowing a soft green, their eyes, lips, nipples, and fingernails were a bright, vibrant green. If they weren't all naked, he'd think they were wearing Halloween costumes. Only, Halloween had past weeks ago and it's almost Thanksgiving. Besides he's never seen trick or treat partygoers dressed like this. With all of the supermodels naked, either they were dressed or weren't dressed at all for a Hugh Hefner ball, a swingers' Halloween masquerade party, of a special naked version of Victoria's Secret. 'Oh my God,' he thought to himself. 'Are you kidding me? No way! There's just no way. What are they lost? Did their supermodel bus breakdown in the middle of a naked supermodel photo shoot? If these are what aliens look like, then they can take me anywhere. If these are what aliens look like, albeit a tad too green, then I want to be an alien too. If they lead, I'll definitely follow. Forget about Donna, Kathy, Grandma, and Irene, I'd rather have these supermodel aliens.' Only, he knew they weren't supermodels from the past and the present standing on the front porch. He knew they were aliens fucking with him and with his mind. Maybe in the way he had hypnotized Donna, Kathy, and Grandma, they had hypnotized him into believing that these aliens were Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition supermodels. Now suspecting that they could read his mind, he figured that aliens could morph themselves to look like anyone he imagined. Only, that's not such a bad trick. He imagined himself being in bed with an alien while imagining himself being in bed with Madonna, Jennifer Lopez, Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Middleton, and even Michele Obama. Anyone he wanted to have sex with, he just needed to imagine. "Wow!" In four neat rows of four, standing tall in front of the front door, there on Donna's front porch stood sixteen, very tall, and very naked, aliens made look like supermodels. Not one woman had a stitch of clothing on but for their high heel, red, ruby shoes that shined even in the dark. With them glowing green and their shoes glowing red, and with them all being so tall, they reminded him of a stand of Christmas trees, alien Christmas trees. Not believing his eyes, one woman was more beautiful than the next woman. Only, he had to keep telling himself that these weren't women but aliens. Only confusing him, tempting him, and teasing him with sexual lust, these weren't just any women, these were very special women. These were sixteen supermodels, models from the past and a few from the present. What the Hell are they doing here in Hicksville Pennsylvania? Forgetting that he was staring at aliens, he didn't care that they were aliens. Albeit a big green, they looked like supermodels to him. Moreover, they were all naked. He couldn't believe his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he zapped himself with his own alien flashlight. There on the porch stood, Czech born, alien look-a-like, Paulina Porizkova naked, Rick Ocasik's wife from the band The Cars. She was naked. They were all naked, sixteen naked women. At 5'10" and 49-years-old, even after having two children, she still looked amazing. She looked as if she was 30-years-old instead of a 49-year-old woman. Back in her time, she was one of Sports Illustrated 50 top swimsuit models. Matter of fact she was the first woman from Eastern Europe to appear on the cover of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and the first supermodel after Christie Brinkley to make consecutive Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edit covers, 1984 and 1985. Now here she is standing and posing naked on the front porch. "Whether real or imagined, what are the odds of that?" Standing next to her was alien look-a-like, Kate Moss. Even if she was an alien look-a-like Kate Moss, she was naked. Wow! What a body and such amazing tits. He always loved Kate Moss. She was the one responsible for ushering the heroin chic look in the way that Twiggy ushered in the skinny look. "Frigging Kate Moss. Are you kidding me?" Before his time, normally, he may have not recognized some of these supermodels from the past but having bought them on e-Bay, he had every Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition magazine ever published squirreled away in his room. He spent days masturbating over supermodels in their bathing suits and bikinis. He spent hours wondering what these supermodels looked like topless and naked while imagining having sex with them. Now he doesn't have to imagine what they look like naked anymore. Here they all are in the flesh, albeit with green flesh, green hair, green eyes, green lips, green nipples, and green fingernails. He could always dye their hair, add lipstick, and paint their fingernails. Compared to the other models, alien look-a-like Kate Moss was a midget. At only 5'7", height wise, she looked as if she didn't belong standing next to the other giant supermodels but looks wise, she was just as beautiful as any other supermodel standing there. Having only seen Kate Moss in swimming attire before, he couldn't believe he was seeing her naked now. At 40-years-old and after having three children, Kate Moss, even alien look-a-like Kat Moss, still looked like she did when she was 30-years-old. Then, if he could trust his eyes, standing next to alien look-a-like, Kate Moss was alien look-a-like, Heidi Klum. "Heidi fucking Klum. Are you kidding me? No way! She's one of my favorites." At 41-years-old and after birthing four children, two daughters and two sons, she looked absolutely amazing. With her big, natural breasts, better than even he had ever imagined, a real Goddess, she looked phenomenal without her clothes. The woman looked as if she didn't age a day past the age of thirty-years-old. Married to Seal, before their untimely divorce, they were such a power couple, right up there with Brad and Angelina. An accomplished actress, she already has a long list of film roles. Standing next to Heidi was alien look-a-like Linda Evangelista. At 5'10" tall and 49-years-old, she didn't look a day older than 30-years-old either. She's graced more than 700 magazine covers. A rare beauty who always looked different every time she was photographed, there was something so intoxicating about her. He felt like such a pervert staring at Linda's naked body but if she didn't want him to look, she wouldn't be standing there naked. Actually, being that she was an alien instead of the real woman, she didn't have a choice as, obviously, his imagination dictated how these women or aliens appeared to him. Then, again, perhaps coming to him naked was to show him they meant him no harm. In the second row standing behind alien look-a-like, Paulina Porizkova, stood big breasted, alien look-a-like, Kate Upton. "Oh, my God! Kate Upton!" Katherine Elizabeth Upton, nearly his age, at 24-years-old, looked superhot without her clothes. At 5'10" tall, she was the only supermodel, albeit alien supermodel, so young and the only one not married. Oh, yeah, forget about marrying Irene, Brian wouldn't mind marrying her, Kate Upton. With him unable to marry the real Kate Upton, he'd settle for marrying the alien look-a-like Kate Upton. Only, he wondered what these aliens really looked like when not appearing to him as naked supermodels. He didn't want to know. After watching the movie Alien enough times, he could only imagine. Next on the porch was alien look-a-like, Tyra Banks. "Tyra frigging Banks. Oh, my God! Damn, look at the big, natural boobs on her. She has spectacular tits, better breasts than Halle Berry who has fabulous knockers of her own." Having heard rumors about her being an in the closet lesbian, there's been lots of stories of Tyra enjoying threesome sex with a man and with a woman. He'd love to be a fly on the wall in that bedroom. With them perhaps being lesbian lovers, Tyra being lesbian would explain why Oprah gave her a talk show of her own. No one gives anyone anything for nothing. In the way Oprah gave Gayle King, a rumored lesbian, and Suzie Orman, a confessed lesbian, talk shows of their own, she gave Tyra her own talk show too. Now he wondered if Dr. Phil was a closeted gay man too. Actually, he could see Dr. Phil being a cross dresser. Apparently to make it in Hollywood one must be Jewish, gay, and/or lesbian. If a man is Jewish and gay or a woman is Jewish and lesbian, they are guaranteed success. Just look at Whoopi Goldberg. She's lesbian and Jewish, I think, isn't she? Oprah and her long-time lover, Gayle King, still haven't emerged from their secret lesbian closets yet. Why are they still waiting to go public? It's time they embraced their lesbianism and marched in the gay and lesbian parade. It's time they told the truth about their secret, sordid, sexual, lesbian affair. Only, even if Tyra Banks is lesbian, who cares if she's a lesbian? Look at her. Just look at her. She's spectacular especially when naked as she is now. Actually, Brian would love to watch her having lesbian sex with another woman any day, so long as he could have some sexy threesome fun too. At 5'10" and 40-years-old, she doesn't look a day older than 30-years-old. Standing next to was alien look-a-like Tyra Banks was alien look-a-like Christy Turlington. 'Wow! She's still so frigging gorgeous,' he said to himself. Still modeling for Mabelline and Calvin Kline, at 5'10" tall, she's 45-years-old. If he didn't know her age, he wouldn't believe she was 45-years-old because standing here naked now, she looked 30-years-old. With all of these women defying wrinkles, obesity, and the need to have plastic surgery, all of these women seemed ageless. They all looked the same now as they did when before they retired and when they were modeling. Standing next to alien look-a-like Christy Turlington was alien look-a-like Naomi Campbell. At 5'10" tall, seemingly the preferred height of female supermodels, she looked good, real good, for her 44-year-old age. As did all of the rest of the models, she didn't look a day over 30-years-old. The bad girl of modeling, she's been called an out of control bitch more than once. She has one of the most recognized names and faces in the world. Yet, with most people forgiving the actions of a stunning supermodel, especially one who looks like her, she was so beautiful. In the way she looks so beautiful, the same way he always felt about David Bowie's wife, Iman, he always thought she was an alien anyway. Being that she hasn't married and didn't have any children, he wondered if Naomi is playing on the all-girls team with Tyra, Suzie Orman, Oprah, and Gayle King. Certainly, there are plenty of lesbian celebrities that they could start their own lesbian, celebrity, softball team and their own lesbian, celebrity, softball league even. Alien Flashlight Hypnotizes Women Ch. 04 "Boy talk about switch hitting, batter up!" Whether she was lesbian or not, who cares? She was standing before him naked. He was ogling alien look-a-like, Naomi Campbell's naked body. She was so very incredibly beautiful and even more beautiful without her clothes. In the third row and standing behind alien look-a-like Kate Upton stood alien look-a-like, Elle MacPherson, one of his all-time favorite supermodels and now one of his favorite alien look-a-like supermodels. Reminding him of an older version of Heidi Klum, at 50-years-old and not looking a day over 30-years-old, she was still gorgeous. The tallest of the models at 6' tall, she's made the Sports Illustrated cover a record five times. Elle MacPherson stood next to alien look-a-like, Claudia Schiffer. A German born supermodel and the Creative Director of her own clothing line, Claudia was one of the tallest, alien look-a-like models at 5'11" tall. Now 44-years-old, and after having three children, she doesn't look a day over 30-years-old either. If only by the fact that all of the models seemed ageless, in addition to them all being a little green in places were humans were never green, Brian knew for sure that they were all aliens. How else could sixteen, naked supermodels appear at Donna's front door in the middle of Hicksville, Pennsylvania, a place that doesn't even have a traffic light? Being that they're all aliens and not supermodels, he wondered what they really looked like. Actually, he really didn't care what they looked like for real, so long as they looked like supermodels, especially naked supermodels, to him. Alien look-a-like Christie Brinkley, another one of his all-time favorites, stood naked next to alien look-a-like Elle MacPherson. At 60-years-old and one of the shortest supermodels at only 5'9" tall, Christie Brinkley, an American born beauty, was one of the most beautiful and the most photographed supermodels in history. Having had three children and once married to Billy Joel, her music video Upton Girl was a smash success. Standing next to alien look-a-like Christie Brinkley was alien look-a-like Carol Alt. One of the tallest and oldest of the supermodels at 5'11" tall and 53-years-old, as did all of the other models, but for alien look-a-like Kate Upton who looked like a child, alien look-a-like Carol Alt didn't look a day over 30-years-old. Back in her day, she was so very beautiful and so desired by every man and many women on the planet. In the fourth and final row of alien look-a-like, supermodels, alien look-a-like Gisele Bundchen stood behind alien look-a-like Elle MacPherson. A Victoria's Secret angel from 2000 to 2007, according to Claudia Schiffer and Naomi Campbell, Gisele Bunchen is the last of the working supermodels today and earns an estimated $128,000 a day, every day. Married to quarterback Tom Brady of the New England Patriots, Gisele is on her way to becoming the first supermodel billionaire with her clothing line. Oh, yeah, while imagining Tom Brady having sex with Gisele, Brian would love to have sex with Gisele, even if she's only an alien look-a-like version of Gisele. Alien look-a-like Cheryl Tiegs, America's first supermodel, stood next to alien look-a-like Gisele Bundchen. At 67-years-old, alien look-a-like Cheryl Tiegs was the oldest of the alien look-a-like supermodels. Nonetheless her advanced age, especially with her having had three children, she didn't look any older than 30-years-old. She was the first supermodel to appear on the Sport Illustrated cover twice. Standing next to alien look-a-like Cheryl Tiegs was alien look-a-like Kathy Ireland. Amazing. At 51-years-old, she looked 30-years-old. Judging her by her naked body, no one would guess that she's the mother of three children. Finally, last but not least, was alien look-a-like Cindy Crawford standing next to alien look-a-like Kathy Ireland. One of the shorter models at only 5'9", it was difficult to believe that Cindy is 48 years old, especially when she only looks 30-years-old. Once married to heart throb Richard Gere, she's also the mother of three children. With so very many mothers that he'd love to fuck, albeit alien supermodel look-a-likes that he'd love to fuck, Brian wouldn't care if the aliens took him with him. Throwing caution to the wind, forgetting that they were aliens and not naked supermodels, he unlocked the front door and reached for the doorknob. To be continued...