Chapter 06
Florence escapes the family life
"We can't go shopping today, Candy, there's too much housework to do," Mable said, hoping Candy wouldn't be too disappointed.
"Ok! I love being with you, mom. I can help out," Florence smiled.
The innocent look reached right into Mable's heart. It skipped a beat, and she took a deep breath. "We can clean house together, sweetie," Mable beamed a big smile at her new daughter.
Florence had given up trying to control Candy, especially over the past few days while staying with Mable. She became completely in tune with the dumb girl personality, with a feeling of delight from having a caring mother again. It filled a great void in her life. The deep hypnosis allowed her to be Mable's little girl, otherwise it would never have worked out.
Bernard, Mable's husband had looked at her with a curious expression more than once. If he guessed she was a mature, married woman, the game would be up, and everyone would be shocked. Worse than that, it would hurt Mable badly. It was the reason why he refused to listen to his instincts about Candy.
Damian too had a reason not to doubt who she pretended to be. He was using her body every chance he got. Candy, the stupid blonde girl she was hypnotised to be, was happy for him to play with her. She had turned out to be a slut, which shocked Florence at first.
Florence recognised the slutty behaviour was within in her, which allowed it to happen and develop. She could no longer blame it on being hypnotised as dumb blonde. The falling away of inhibitions was no longer blamed on Candy, so she just went along with it, and literally laid back to enjoy it.
Why her husband let her be carted off while hypnotised, and hadn't rescued her yet, was still a mystery. She knew he wasn't the most forceful of men, yet surely he should have taken her home by now.
"You're doing a marvellous job, Candy," Mable enthusiastically commented.
"Like, thanks a bunch, mom. I used to help Auntie when, after, err. Well," Florence tried to say after her mother died, but the emotion overwhelmed her.
Mable realised what she was trying to say, from the screwed up look of pain. She grabbed hold of Candy to give her a big hug.
"You're a lovely girl and I'm proud to have you as my daughter," Mable whispered. She stroked her hair, while burying Candy's face in an ample chest. She took a firm hold of Candy's shoulders, pushing her back to look into her eyes.
"Don't worry sweetie, you're a wonderful girl and there's nothing to worry about. I'll look after you, and I care about you so very much," Mable sincerely spoke.
"Thank you mommy," Florence gratefully whispered, and gave Mable a big hug in return.
Florence and Candy were in perfect agreement. They were deeply moved, and felt so relieved to hear the comforting words. Florence had lost her mother when she was a child, and had missed her all her life. Now she had regained a mother, she felt content.
Mable had complimented Candy on how well she carried out household chores, not suspecting her little girl was an experienced housewife.
Florence was happily dusting and polishing ornaments in the living room when she overheard Mable talking to Bernard. She couldn't help eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I've asked him for her aunt's phone number but she's still in hospital. Don't worry honey, I'm sure they won't want Candy back until well enough to look after her. Until then we can look after Candy. I'm sure that will be for a few weeks," Bernard reassured his wife.
"I'll miss her so much if she has to leave me," Mable sighed.
Florence dropped the duster, and only just held onto a bone china doll. A few weeks! What was her husband playing at? Why wasn't he standing up against his boss? He should have taken her home to remove the hypnotic influence. She had been immersed in the role of a stupid blonde girl for too long.
After only a week here she was losing her mind! Half the time she thought of herself as Mable's little girl, and with Damian she behaved like a stupid slut. It was too easy giving in to the overwhelming feelings of being loved by a mother figure. It was almost a relief to let loose the passions of a woman when with Damian.
Florence flopped down on the sofa with her head in her hands. It was all too much to cope with.
Mable walked in, guessing Candy had overheard the conversation, and assumed she was upset to hear her aunt was still in hospital.
"There, there Candy. I'll look after you, don't worry your head over things you can't do anything about. Everything will work out, you'll see," Mable consoled Candy, and herself.
Florence tried to tell her she wanted to go home. Candy sobbed into her shoulder, with the emotion flooding over Florence, wiping out her need to escape.
"Leave the housework. Go and play with Damian. Tell him to leave his homework, and look after you for a bit," Mable said, while wiping tears from Candy's face. "Go on, do as your told, run along now," Mable told her. She needed some time alone, to think how she could keep Candy close to her.
Florence needed consoling, and this was one way to escape the heavy dependence upon Mable.
"Really! She said to leave off my homework to play with you? So what do you want to play?" Damian asked, with a sly grin on his face.
"You know," Candy coyly answered, while swinging her hips from side to side.
"Tell me," he grinned.
Florence knew this was wrong, only she had discarded all reticence, and just went along with Candy. She felt herself heating up at the idea of abandoning herself to lust. Sex was so much more exciting now she was a slut. Without the usual inhibitions, she was able to let herself go for wonderful orgasms. She was in agreement with Candy, that she wanted sex, and wasn't afraid to tell him.
"Candy wants an orgasm," she giggled, in a girly coquettish voice.
"Get undressed and show me your sexy body," Damian told her.
Candy peeled off her clothes, taking time over stripping off the bra and panties. She turned around as though shy, while peeling the panties from her bottom. Letting them fall to her ankles, she bent over to pull them free, instead of kicking them away. She turned her head to give him a smile, while shamelessly fluttering long eyelashes at him.
She knew what was revealed when pressing her thighs together, feeling the lips of her swollen pussy protruding between them. It was all a part of the game she played now that she was a complete slut.
Damian couldn't stand it any longer. His cock was throbbing so much he abandoned the idea of greasing her asshole. Instead, he grabbed her hips and pushed his cock between her thighs. She parted them, allowing him to rub his hardness over her engorged pussy.
"Where do you want my cock, Candy?" he croaked from a dry throat. He hadn't much control left after watching her strip, only just enough to make her squirm.
"Candy wants her boyfriends big cock in her cunt," she squealed in delight.
Feeling him firmly drive in, she moaned with delight. "Fuck Candy hard!" she pleaded.
Damian didn't need encouragement. He rocked her hips back and forth, flattening her against the wall, until she began to get the rhythm and pushed back.
"Make Candy cum! Fill Candy with your lovely sperm!" she squeaked.
Feeling him spurt his load into her, brought on a knee trembling orgasm. He held onto her breasts, squeezing them tight, holding her up. Inner muscles held onto his cock as long as possible. His cock began to shrink from her body, until it flopped against her thigh.
He turned her around, squeezed her tight, then sat her on the bed. He stood between her thighs with his cock dangling. She gently and reverently took it into her small hands, then leaned forward to suck it into her mouth. She spent time carefully licking and sucking on it.
Damian watched her roll his entire cock around in her mouth, obviously enjoying it.
"You're a wonderful slut, Candy," he admiringly stated.
"Thank you," she giggled, and went back to sucking him.
Florence wasn't bothered or even noticed when the hypnotic influence was being deepened by those around her. Being told to do as she was told, and that she was a slut, didn't matter, as it was already deeply embedded in her mind. She automatically submitted to others, and thought of herself as a good little slut.
"That's enough! You won't get it hard. Give me a rest," he sighed.
He pushed her back onto the bed, and laid down beside her to suck on her tits. The nipples were still engorged and sensitive. She cooed appreciatively, and moaned when he bit them.
His hand slid between her thighs, which she parted for him. He played with her sloppy pussy, and began to finger fuck her. She arched her back to push her cunt up at his fingers, ravenously sucking them in. His thumb rubbed her nub, just as she had taught him.
This time she was a long time in reaching an orgasm.
Florence was wondering what this young boy would think if he knew she was a married woman. He had his father's, employees wife, naked on his bed. He had his fingers in her pussy, and he was biting her nipples. Her legs were spread wide, and she was humping those delicious fingers. He would think she was a real dirty slut. The thought finalised a long, and wonderful journey to a deep orgasm.
***
Matthew sat in the office staring at a computer screen filled with figures. His boss had asked for the non-existent aunt's phone number, and so far he had put him off.
What was more worrying was that he had been hinting about keeping Florence for awhile. Bernard had been telling him about Mable, and how consoling it was to have Candy around, like the daughter she had lost. The whole stupid situation was getting out of hand.
It was convenient to have her out of the way while he screwed Catherine, but it couldn't go on. He told Catherine that Florence had run off with a younger man, which was partly true. Perhaps he could cool it with Catherine by telling her Florence was coming back home.
While his resolve held, he drove over to Bernard's house.
"He's out, they both are," Damian sleepily said.
"No problem. I'm here to see Candy, where is she?" Matthew asked.
"I'll go get her," Damian said, looking furtive.
Matthew stood in the hall watching him disappear into a room. They both reappeared looking dishevelled. He knew then what they had been up to. Shit! This young guy had been fooling around with his wife!
"Come on, you're coming with me," Matthew firmly said, and gripped her wrist.
"Tell your father I'm taking her to visit her aunt," Matthew crossly stated over his shoulder.
Candy sat in the car with arms folded, looking peeved.
"What have you been up to with that boy?" Matthew asked, trying not to sound angry.
"Just playing games," Candy pouted, looking put out.
Matthew could imagine what kind of games, but didn't want to. Hell! She had been there over a week with that boy, acting like a stupid young bitch. His anger increased as they neared home.
