Issues Ch 02 Ibsyslut

Authors note: I wanted to continue this story as soon as I submitted it, but thought it would be better to see some feedback from the readers first. I have it ready while the first chapter is still pending review, which is a first for me. This chapter is far less dark than Chapter 1. I attempt to maintain a dry sense of humor as I try to turn the story around to a brighter future.

Right or wrong, evil or cathartic, and regardless to whether I get you to masturbate, I do this for me, not for you. Believe it or not, this helps more than therapy, its expressive and creative, and costs me nothing but my soul.

Enjoy at your leisure.

-Stealth311

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I wake up knowing that I have just had one of the best sleeps of my life... because I hate fucked my mother's mouth last night after I hypnotized her to be my slut, because she abused me years ago. It's a complex emotion.

I stretch, then fart... ok twice... and notice that the clock on the wall tells me I slept nearly 10 hours. My balls were emptied, and emptied well, but I still wake up with a boner. I naturally reach for my phone to find my favorite porn and notice the missed messages. After looking deeper, many of them were from my mother.

Taking my phone with me to the bathroom to read, I save the spoiler and don't read further before getting settled on the throne. I opened my missed calls to find there were many there as well, all starting about three hours ago, roughly nine hours after I'd left the house last night.

Once situated in place, I scroll up my text messages to start at the top.

Mikey, its Ibsy. Call me when you get this. Thanks.

Hey Mikey. I just wanted to thank you for a great dinner last night. Honestly, we should be doing that more often. Call me when you get up.

I know we just ate your favorite mean, but I saw this lemon you left on the stove, and I'd like to cook for you again. Breakfast? I'd love to see you again and make up for lost time. Love, Mom

I know you're probably just sleeping and not ignoring me. If you are mad because of what I told you, I understand. Just now know those days are in the past and I am now looking forward to showing you how loving I can be. Please call me when you read this. Ibsy

I know I've said some things that make other things I now mean seem less honest. I've earned that. I just want to talk to you so that I can be honest about everything and show you the love you deserved for a long time. Call me.

I was thinking. Maybe we can go on a vacation together. Someplace warm and sunny.

I just got off the phone with Tishy. We started talking about things and she kept asking me what was wrong. I told her about our dinner and that we had a good time. I'd love to tell you all about the call. I drove to your apartment, and I see your car here, so let me know when you wake up. I'm downstairs waiting for you with breakfast. Let me know when you wake up.

Ok, what the actual fuck?? Some programming may need tweaking. From abuser to stalker over roughly twelve hours. Before answering her, I decided to finish what I'm doing, and add a shower to boot, could be a long day ahead.

After my very long, very hot shower, I dress in some clean undies, the jeans I wore last night and a new shirt from my closet. I send a text message, 'I'm up, come on in."

Before long there was a knock on my door as it opened. "Mikey!" she yelled out, "It's Ibsy."

"I'm in the kitchen making coffee, come in," I yell to aid her finding me. She follows in holding a dozen bagels in one bag in her left hand and a more bags with many pleasant toppings, including a dozen eggs, bacon, and a half gallon of orange juice in the other.

She sets them on the counter then turns to hug me. She was obviously either holding back tears or was crying in her car waiting for me to wake up and avoided looking me in the eyes. After the semi-awkward hug, I kicked off the conversation. "Ibsy, tell me what happened. How long have you been waiting for me to wake up. Thank you for breakfast, I wasn't expecting this."

She turns to gather the needed pans and equipment to start the breakfast process. "Look. Two things happened last night we need to get very clear. First, I know I abused you. I know what I did, who I am and why I do what I do."

She stops cold in her motions, still facing the counter and showing her back to me. She slams both of her hands down onto the counter in a large bang. "Damn... I uhhhmm, this is harder than it was talking with your sisters. I am an awful mother and treated you poorly. I uuhhhm.... I uhm get it if I fucked you up with what I did, and I need.... Uhhmmm."

She takes a second moment to gather her thoughts and speaking without turning her head still, I get a flash freak-out considering that maybe the hypnotic state didn't take, and she could be about to drop a bomb saying that she remembers everything.

Her head lifts and her hands begin to move with purpose again. She prepares a full package of bacon in a pan before filling a cup of coffee and handing it to me as she continues her story. "I know I threw myself at you last night. I'm sorry and I don't know what to say. I told you last night what I did to you. I need to make this up to you. I must... do... something... to undo?? I know I can't undo. I want to please you...." Her head drops down, chin touching her chest.

I do my best to play my part, getting the butter from the fridge and putting it next to the pan. "I thought about what you offered last night and that just doesn't seem right to me. You are my mother. It would be wrong." I swears, I pulled this off with a straight face.

"I know. I just... nevermind," she relents. "Let's eat a nice breakfast." She turns the bacon before grabbing a plate and paper towel for the first pieces to rest on.

I leave that alone for now and take the free breakfast. I am very hungry after all, for more information as much as for more food. "You said you spoke with Tishy, how is she?"

Let's see what she offers for free under the 'cannot lie' command before forcing the honesty out of her. As she answers, I prepare my phone and open my app as she cooks before me.

"Yes, I called her. I felt bad about what I did with her too. She kept asking me what was wrong. She thinks I have terminal cancer and starting confessing things to fix my relationship with God or something stupid. I woke up..."

She trails off and her mind wanders to try to find the memory that makes sense for her. "Uhhmm. I woke up in the kitchen, naked... Don't ask. I have no clue what I did to get myself there, but I had called her after I woke up and took a shower. I told her we had dinner last night. She kept asking if I was ok... Next thing I knew, all I could think about was making it up to you with... uhmmm. Ya know, with breakfast."

I answer, but don't let her off so easy. "I do appreciate the change in your attitude. That does make me happy." As I speak to her watching her move the plate of perfect bacon before me as she moves onto cutting bagels and making eggs. She also grabs the orange juice with two glasses. As she extends her arms to reach for the glasses, I notice her tits swaying beneath her shirt.

"Ibsy, be honest. Did you leave your bra at home on purpose? Those big ass titties look like you forgot to strap them down. Was that for me?"

She turns with a coy smile, "I did." The blood rushes to her cheeks causing her to blush. "But there is one problem. You will not let me show you. I know I teased them in front of you before, now I just wanted to show them to you now for you to play with." She turns back to cooking food, checking the toast on the bagels as she keeps the eggs from burning in the pan.

"Ok, fine. How about this? You have been in such a good mood, doing all that hard work cooking for me, fine, I will let you show me your beautiful jugs. You know how much I love them. In the spirit of healing, of course you can show me."

She does a little hop in place before turning, pulling her elbows into her belly and twisting her shoulders back and forth making them sway from left to right and back again. "My hands are dirty. Would you mind uncovering them yourself?" I notice her hands are plenty clean enough, but nonetheless, I am nothing if not helpful.

She brings her body close to where I stood leaning my back onto the counter behind her. Sidling up, still shaking them to side to side, she purposely gets far closer than is necessary for such a maneuver. I indulge, letting her bring them into my hands.

My hands grab each fully and pinch her nipples through the fabric. Her eyes go up into her skull and she leans into my cock. I hold the nipples between my thumb and index finger and slap her left breast with my right hand. She smiles, dropping her hand to my crotch to grab my cock fully. I slap her hand away and push her back to an arm's length. I slowly unbutton her shirt as I keep her at this distance. Her smile turns to concern.

"Now, we just talked about this. I don't think we should do anything we regret later." Five buttons unfastened, I spread each side wide to expose her tits. I grab each again and go for the nipples to pinch each hard. She gasps, pushing her chest forward into my hands. "Careful, you shouldn't like this too much. We're finally getting along, and I don't want to overstep my boundaries here."

I reach out to grab the sides of her shirt, pulling her close to me and up to remove the shirt from her pants. I feel her breath on my chest then push her back again to finish unfastening buttons. Once undone, I pull the shirt out wide to see them hang on her chubby belly. I turn her in place so that her back is to me and pull her close again.

With her back to my front, I make sure she feels my hard cock on her ass. Reaching around her on both sides, I lift each monstrous breast in my hands to feel the weight and squeeze hard selfishly. I can play with these nipples all fucking day.

From her breasts, which were held far longer than I should, I return to her shirt and pull it gently off her shoulders, down her back. I put it off to the side again as I more gently spin her in place a second time to face me, far closer than any topless mother should be with her son.

I continue to grope with my right hand as she lustfully looks up at me. The nipple is rubbery, and I lean down pulling it into my mouth. I hear her let out a small moan, grinding into my leg again. Her hand grazes my cock a second time.

Pulling myself off the teat, I quietly say, "breakfast Ibsy. I can have lunch later. Go finish breakfast." She leans in for a kiss and I wanted to return it lustfully, instead grab her face with my hand and slap the tit I was loving on to snap her out of her daze. "No. Kissing you would be wrong. Even if you can still get my cock hard, you old slut. Go finish my breakfast."

She turns to pay attention to the food, so I lift my phone. It is time to program some more behavioral adjustments. The sad part is, this version of her, the Ibsyslut, was close to what I'd wanted my whole life, less rapey, maybe..., more boobs, nothing wrong there that I can tell..., any sincere loving, well that's just new. As much as I want to bend her over the bacon to hate-fuck her, I am not used to any affection or even contact with her (

yes, outside that lips to penis episode last night... dude, that's my mom you're thinking about sucking my cock like a slut... sorry, where was I?

).

I know I will need to do more programming, but I hadn't prepared anything just yet. I had only just test drove it last night for the first time and went to sleep after, then woken up 20 minutes ago. I am just getting started, but I still see room for improvement.

When opportunity knocks, you answer, and we know how much I love a good test.

I look to review the previously entered commands to see if anything needs literary clarification for better effectiveness. Sadly, I was so into filling the bitches throat last night that I didn't remember every verbal command I gave to her in the moment specifically. I said a lot of fucked-up shit yesterday and didn't exactly record that to play it back for a transcript.

I start testing the waters.

'

Start hypnotic state where you hear and respond to Mikey as normal with complete honesty, but do not remember moving forward.

' Deliver.

I figure this could be useful as needed, so let's see how far this gets me.

"Ibsy, what do you want most?" I ask out loud.

"To get you to let me suck your cock. I want to suck your cock so bad I'm craving your cum. I am willing to do anything to make that happen today. I'm not leaving unti...." She rants.

"Ibsy, stop talking."

I type into my app, '

End hypnotic state.

'

"What were you just saying? I think it was some of that crazy talk Tishy was talking about. All of the sudden you say something about sucking the juice out of the lemon, the idea of tasting salty lemon's, what does that even mean? Or I would swear I heard you say the word cock..."

She shakes her head from side to side... "Stop your lying.... I wouldn't... No, you heard things.... Foods ready, not sure how, eggs are a little burnt and the bagel may be cold." She apologizes as she plates the food, tits swaying back and forth with every motion. Her ass is now swaying with them, which I don't remember from before. "I did see the lemon you left me though, on the stove." She licks her lips as she hands me the plate. "It made me think about you. I planned to come over and see you as soon as I saw it.

"I was hoping that would help you remember I care." I throw chum in the water like we're fishing for a great white. "Look, Ibsy. Last night was unexpected. You just caught me off guard. I do love these titties, please bring them closer again."

She does and I reach out with my free hand, again sitting head of the table and groping selfishly while I work a mouth filled with food... like a pig... which I'm newly ok with...

She leans into my hands, gasping each time I focus on her nipples. Sometimes between my index and thumb, sometimes between my index and middle knuckles laying on the back of my hand... I grope and I eat. I eat and I grope. Her knees quiver.

Oh, right, my phone. I grab the bagel and take a large bite from it. I put it back down and I picked up my phone again. I say out loud while still looking down at my phone, "Ibsy, you may go eat if you like. I plan to grope more later for you, so please keep them out for me."

She attends to her food so I consider if I should start with the previously programmed messages before I look to add more. I solve that would be more socially responsible, and I'm all about doing the right thing, as you, my fair reader, can attest to.

Top of the list used to be the lights command, but that has disappeared and now it only reads 'Remember loving me as a child' as the primary instruction.

I ponder this one deeply for a minute. This one can go either way. I wanted her to be flooded with these memories last night. I think my catharsis has also set in some and now, for the best of our relationship, and decide to program her to be more of a slut, slave, and housemaid then a revenge toy. You know, for efficiency purposes. I could always revenge later as needed, and now that I'm starting to be fond of the old slut, she is going to be test driven for at least a little while.

I press onto my phone screen where the words from last night show, and the message returns to the bottom area for editing, easy-peasy. I change the word 'remember' to 'desire' and the word 'child' to 'man'. I hit 'Deliver'.

One down. Next up was 'Always tell Mikey the truth.' We're just going to leave that one alone for a minute. That can be considered a default top priority moving forward. I've seen her this morning find ways to not exactly answer the specific question at the time and offer half-truths, so we'll have to revisit this one later for refinement. But as a rule, I think we're good until we have or need better.

Much the same with 'When Mikey calls you Ibsy, you always obey.' A keeper. That's locked in and staying in place.

'You get more perverted every time you hear the word slut.' Ok, this was good, but I know I can do better. I first change 'slut' to 'Ibsyslut', but even that is not enough. I want this to be more effective in nature. I rewrite it, '

Hearing the word Ibsyslut makes your pussy wet.

' I realize how weak this one is, and I know I must do better. I delete that altogether and restart fresh, '

Hearing the word Ibsyslut makes you a sexual animal that craves Mikey's attention, '

Knowing that was an improvement, I Deliver.

I hear her scraping her plate clean from her meal. From behind I can see her head tilt to the side like an up talker does when asking stupid questions, then a subtle shake before setting the plate on the counter beside the garbage and her hand on the counter for stability. She gains her ground, recenters herself, and picks up the clean plate to set in the sink.

"Ibsy, tell me, I appreciate you want to make things up to me." I sit back and watch her internal struggle. I interrupt before she speaks to me, "It seems like it was very important to you. What is it? Ibsy, tell me what's going on." Chum, chum, chum.

She turns to face me again from behind the island sink. "You really want to know?"

"Yes. I do." Her tits are still exposed and bounce when she huffs and throws her hip out to the side. She hasn't done a thing to show shame or care of her exposure. "And bring those back over here, I need to suck on them more." She does without hesitation.

"The problem is simple." She leans forward grabbing her left one with her hand, bringing it to my mouth for me. I begin to play, biting down on the tip to start. She grabs my head to pull me in close, running her nails into my scalp. "Fuck that feels good. Do you like sucking on mommy's... no on Ibsy's big fat titties??" I respond with a moan and continue selfishly. I grab her right breast by the nipple with my left hand and pull, allow it to drop, and slap it hard again from the outside.

I bite it again, only harder. She allows it. I pull my head up and ask again, "the problem??" Then dive into her right one with the same intention, grabbing now at her left slippery nipple to thumb it.

She changes hands, but again, grabs my head hard to pull my mouth closer into her meat pillows, lifting it up so that I don't have to reach for her. Her nails dig into my scalp, I bite and nibble.

"The problem is I have only thought about one thing all day. I want to suck on your cock until you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."

I push her back again, feigning anger when playing her perfectly, manipulating her to be who and what I want her to be.

"Ibsy, what the fuck. I told you last night. We're mother and son, you want to suck my cock?"

She tries to lean into me, hand down below to handle my penis. I push her hands away, which leaves me vulnerable for her body weight to lean into me, breasts first. I use one hand on her roaming hands pretending to try to fight her off, and I use the other hand to grab at her breasts with no other intention than selfishly manhandling monster titties.

"I know we're mother and son," she says. I allow her hand to land on my hardening cock for a grab and squeeze as my hands do the same with her fat tits. "I know I'm fucked up and why, and I know you must be fucked up too after what I did to you. Now I need to make it right. Please let me suck you off, just this once." Her hand deftly maneuvers inside my shorts and grabs it strong. Breathing into my face as I pull my head back, "Just this once, I want to taste it."

I push her back again and keep her at arms-length. "Don't you think that is wrong? What if the girls find out, what then? Won't they think it's wrong when they learn you're having sex with your child?" I say showing as much sincerity as I can muster.