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 Five
Walking through the house a few days later, David tapped at his phone, though there was nothing that he needed to worry about right then and there. It was a weekend and he was barefooted in just his jogging bottoms and a comfortable T-shirt, although there was an ever-increasing temptation to remove that too. It was not as if his mother could or would scoff at him baring his chest, though it would have been considered a perfectly normal thing to be done in most families too, even considering what he and his mother got up to while she was his sleeping beauty.
The pound of trainer-clad feet on the treadmill echoed down the upstairs hallway and he poked his head into Charlotte's fitness room (not something that he partook in personally) to find her following his orders perfectly. Naked from head to toe, as she always was when she was under his spell, she ran at a good pace on the treadmill, stretching out her legs for a good-sized stride even as her breasts swung and bounced. Without the support of a bra, they had nothing at all to keep them in place, juddering from side to side with no sense of stability at all for them.
David paused there, leaning against the door frame with a small, knowing smile. If they hurt, she did not react, leaving him good and free to enjoy the show as she showed off all that she had to offer, working at making her body even more appealing for him. Her breasts seemed larger when they were moving and heaving with breath, though she kept a good pace that she could maintain for a long time - all the better for him! He licked his lips, already imagining how it would feel to lock his lips around her nipples again, her skin gleaming ever so faintly with sweat, which only made her all the more alluring to him.
The main fact of her body on show, however, was her dick, bouncing and bobbing almost as erratically as her tits. He had not yet put the ribbon or anything else similar on her to prevent her from climaxing but there was more fun in that manner to be had where that came from, a smirk tugging at his lips as he enjoyed the show. Although his cock rose to attention, bringing a bulge within his loose, house-trousers, it was hers that was on full show and drawing the eye, bigger and thrusting back and forth as if, even in her exercise, she was thinking about sex.
He'd earlier ordered her to wear weights on her dick, however, and it was those that helped her cock to swing back and forth even more wildly than it would have before, dangling like her nuts. He'd only just given her a new one that morning and the three of them clanked and jostled against one another as if there simply wasn't room for them while she was walking about, let alone while she worked out.
"How's it going, mom?" He said with a smile. "Good workout?"
"Yeah, it's going..." She paused to puff. "...Well, it's going well."
It was difficult to talk when she was running and she took it down a few notches into a medium jog, not picking her feet up so high, though that only meant that her swinging cock could bounce down a little more closely to her thighs. It drew attention to the light splatter of pre-cum, her cock stimulated by the weights even if indirectly.
"That's good," he said, eyes wandering, "very good..."
They didn't need to talk but musing about the weather allowed him a little longer to admire her body, how she had changed and grown under his hypnotic control. He didn't care what they were talking about, only that he had his chance to take her in, to look over what he would be surely taking advantage of in other ways later that day. Of course, Charlotte was caught in a trance where she could walk and act as normal but didn't realise that there was anything strange about what she was doing. Naked in front of her son? Oh, that was perfectly fine, not even something that registered even a little in her mind.
Staying there even after their conversation had ended, he didn't move a single muscle until she had stepped off the treadmill, sweaty and contented with the work that she had done. Her son stepped back, allowing her to make her way down to the shower, though he had ensured that she would always leave the shower room door open going forward so that her body was always on show to him at all times. It was all he wanted and all that he lusted to admire, day in and day out, perhaps even falling under a spell of hers while she was caught up in his.
Still, the headphones had been refined further and he was sure he could push the hypnosis out further and further, ensuring that she would forever be under his control, obeying his every last whim.
With a small smile, he shook his head, brushing his fingers back through his dark hair as if struck by a sudden cord of shyness.
Maybe he'd been holding out for his sexy mom all along.
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After her shower, Charlotte took the driver's seat to take them to the supermarket for the usual, boring supplies. What didn't make it boring for David, of course, was the fact that she had once again "forgotten" to put on her special underwear that kept her cock in check. She had, of course, been allowed to wear some underwear, silky lingerie that better defined the outline of her thick cock, but that would not keep her secret if they had not been going at a quieter time of day when everyone else, surely, would be out enjoying the spring weather. It would have been nice, truly, to go for a walk in the park or something like that but he had other things in mind to take care of first, the whipped cream and other sexy sauces to start off with beckoning him from the supermarket aisle.
Grinning to himself, he looked out the window. It was a good time to be alive!
"What was that movie that's coming out next week?"
Charlotte drew him from his reverie as he cast his mind about, scrambling as if he had been asked something in a class from back in college. He was past that, of course, older then, but it still put him in the seat of a boy or a man who had not quite been paying due attention where he should have been.