This is a story containing non-consensual incest between an adult mother and her son. No characters in any of my stories are underage and all are clearly over eighteen, written as such.
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Hypnotising His Mother
Part Two
In the morning, David tried to appear as nonchalant as possible as he sat at the round, wooden table in the kitchen eating breakfast. Cornflakes were the normal fare of the morning but he was hardly paying any attention at all to them as his mother strutted into the room with her business suit on, a smart, black ladies jacket and a pencil skirt, with a slit up the front, showing off just enough of her legs to be feminine while remaining professional. The nude pumps were some kind of fashion choice that she'd nattered on about at some time but he hoped very much that she was not about to go on about that, her hair pulled back into a severe bun, as she walked straight by him to the small mirror atop the microwave.
"I just couldn't get my lips right this morning, honestly..."
"Morning, mom."
"Yes, it is morning, isn't it?"
Her words came out more sharply than one may have expected but that was all par for the course when it came to his mother. Her attire and manner of work led her to be a little harsher than many may have expected from a woman of her age, though she didn't much worry about the perception of other people when it came down to it. If they wanted to call her a bitch they could very well carry right on doing that and she would keep her head held high through all of it.
Small talk was all well and good, however, but David's heart was pumping too hard to linger on it for all that long. There were untold tales from the night before to explore and he wanted far too much to explore what lay beneath that pencil skirt of hers, adoring, even then, just how much it hugged her hips, how perfectly everything about her ensemble fitted her form. It was as if she was designed to catch the male gaze and he could not resist it, the words that he needed to say spilling from his lips even as she rambled on huffily about something or the other.
"And, John, oh, he's going to be on my case today, the bank has been manic since Cyclone went under, they're talking about acquiring them but I don't think that's a good idea..."
"Sleeping beauty."
She paused with her hand halfway to the milk jug on the counter, though that could have been from the strangeness of his words. It was not the sort of thing that anyone in their right mind blurted out over breakfast but Charlotte took it as normal right then and there, hand falling back to her side as she slipped, so very lightly and easily, into the trance that he had duly set her up for.
David grinned. Excellent!
He should have remembered that she was his mother but all he saw before him was a woman that he could control, someone he could lust for, and, oh, it had been so long since he had been able to have that pleasure. Maybe he should have taken the chance to fuck her while he'd had the opportunity the night before but there'd been too much to take in there, far too much to work out in the heat of a moment where driving passion demanded that he take everything he could right there and then - and greedily too.
How far, he wondered, did his control reach?
