Read me first
: Thanks for all the suggestions and encouragement. If you haven't read my stories before they do tend to be slow sometimes. I like to give background info and sometimes wander off track, so be warned! One of the side paths touches on the taboo. If it isn't to your taste just skip it.
The section highlighted by hash signs (###) is about thoughts in my (Chris's) head, rather than a recollection of story events.
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Mom's head was in a spin. I had really turned her world upside down. Because the trance had ended abruptly, and I hadn't had chance to mess with any memory of it, she remembered everything that had been said, as clear as at any time she could remember. Everything seemed to have been so focussed, so magnified.
"Wow, Chris, how the hell did you learn to do that?"
"I can't control your mind. All I can do is make it easier for you to do what YOU want to do."
"But it was so intense."
"That's the way you wanted it to be."
'Liar, liar, liar ' I thought. It's the way I wanted it to be.'
"Chris, can I be real greedy? Can I have seconds please?'
"But mom, I'm not sure what you mean."
"I found it much easier when you hypnotised me. Everything was so focussed, so clear in my mind. If I asked your dad for 'seconds' it meant I'd enjoyed so much that I wanted more."
Seconds was dad's cue that not only did mom want more, she wanted faster, stronger, harder; she wanted the fuck of her life, better than dad had ever fucked her before. Of course, a man has his limits, but he got the picture; seldom was mom disappointed.
I thought it over. "It will mean you giving total control to me."
"Yes, Chris. I understand. I understand very well. You've taken me back all those years to when dad fucked me."
There, she'd said it. Not in so many words, but I would surely do what she wanted so much. She wanted me to fuck her, just as my dad had done.
"You're not ready for that, mom. It will take some while to treat your phobia."
Mom thought some. Time, and patience, would probably heal that. But right now one cum wasn't enough. She was horny, fucking horny and she just HAD to have more.
"You might be right Chris. If necessary I'll wait till you think the time is right, but I wanted to repay you in some way. Perhaps we could start the treatment now."
"Mom, I'm really not skilled enough. We can try the hypnosis again. I'm sure you can think of some reward, but as much as you want to I don't think you will be able to overcome such a bad experience straight away"
'Liar, liar, pants on fire.' Of course I wanted to fuck. Who wouldn't want to fuck mom? A MILF in her 40's, gorgeous body, horny and desperate to quench the flames of passion raging inside her. I had to think carefully about what I said.'
I paused, waited until she'd understood what I'd told her.
" Sit back mom, relax. Just think of my voice making you feel so relaxed, so sleepy ... "
It was like singing a lullaby to a baby. Mom's eyes flickered
"So sleepy, so relaxed."
Her eyelids became so heavy.
"You will obey everything I tell you."
Mom nodded. Every fibre of her knew she didn't want to, couldn't resist. As soon as her eyelids shut, I increased the tempo.
*Click* "Deeper."
*Click* "Every touch."
*Click* "Better, sexier, more aroused than you've ever been before."
*Click* "Every time I say 'You're a sleepy mommy', you'll return to this state, sexy, aroused and very deeply hypnotised."
Mom nodded. Her lips mouthed 'yes'.
*Click* "You'll be so aroused that you'll remember what dad liked. You will insist on giving me pleasure.*
*Click* "Mom, I'd just love a wonderful sexy woman to suck me off. You will worship my cock, you will give me the most wonderful pleasure until I cum in your mouth."
*Click*Mom nodded, mouthed agreement. I was sure she briefly smiled."
*Click* "Just one more thing. If ever Angie has a bad headache, or bad stomach, you'll convince her that I can hypnotise her to cure the problem. You will never tell her I hypnotised you to cum."
Mom nodded and smiled again. Oh yes, she would spread the word.
Stacey, one of the HR girls, got heavy, painful bleeds. The other girls, the ones at the student bar, had preached the gospel of my hypno talent. I had hypnotised Stacey. It had helped her relax, helped her cramps, her pains. And, purely as a gesture of kindness, I had made her cum. The following day she had thanked me. Mom didn't know that and I knew Angie suffered. Sometimes she suffered like hell.
*Click* Eyes open, wide awake.
I considered for a moment what I'd asked for. Why should I have to chat up girls, buy them drinks, make them feel special when I had pussy at home? Experienced pussy and, if all worked well, in time, home pussy that would beg to be fucked. I could wait.
Mom felt relaxed, alive and horny. Blinking a little till she fully woke from her short slumber she knew she HAD to do something about it. Hell she'd not felt so horny since, since ... since the evening before dad died. Her memory could completely recall that evening in detail. Dad was between deliveries, a night at home.
"Can't you take a single day off?"
"No, we're struggling to cope."
"You need a little love."
"But I'm knackered."
"So you need a relaxing treat."
As if from nowhere the idea popped into mom's head, she would offer the same treat as she'd offered my dad all those years ago:
"Chris, I need you."
"What?"
"I'm still horny. I want to please you."
"Mom, I told you. It can't be rushed."
Tears started to well up in her eyes.
"Chris. Please help me. I'm really horny after you made me cum."
She took hold of my arm. Dragged me through the door, up the stairs, into the bedroom.
"Chris. I'm absolutely sure what I need to do. Please Chris I beg you. Lay down."
Unusual, I thought. She could have just knelt before me and sucked me off just like the women did in the porn movies. Oh no, not mom.
"Shut your eyes."
Who the fuck was giving the orders now? I did as she asked. Then I realised, this was how dad preferred it.
I felt my zipper go, my pants and my boxers come down, off my legs, my feet and dumped onto the floor.
I've never been one to brag about my size. OK there have been times when I've been sucked off or wanked, and I'm no longer a virgin. No girl has ever given my equipment a thumbs down and that's all that matters.
I felt mom's lips close around the tip of my cock. Her warm wet lips barely moved, easing my foreskin slowly back and forth. I felt my cock immediately swell as the multitude of pleasure nerves sent urgent signals to my brain.
Leaving my foreskin retracted, mom planted little kisses on the ultra sensitive tip of my cock. The touch of her fingers there would have been uncomfortable, slightly painful even, such was the sensitivity of my young cock-head.
I could feel mom's tongue now licking the area over and around my pee hole, her finger and thumb lightly squeezing the opening to let the very tip of her tongue lick the open hole.
She blew the wetness, causing it to cool slightly. Girls had given me a blow job but none was ever like this.
The coolness of her perfectly targeted breath heightened my pleasure even more.
Mom kept this up for a few minutes, licking my pee hole more, then blowing, lick, blow. Wow! That was different. I felt a shiver run up my spine, along my shoulders then down my arm. I felt myself sink into the mattress. Every muscle relaxed from the sexual pleasure I was experiencing. I could have laid there all day.
Mom's head was full of memories. The last time she'd done this was the night before the crash. It was instilled into her very soul. She hadn't been able to give this pleasure for a long, long time. She was determined to make me feel exactly how she had felt a short while ago - utter, unconditional pleasure.
Mom moved her focus of attention to my balls. Maybe she wondered why they were kept smooth. It was more comfortable that way, especially in summer.
Gently sucking first one of my balls, then the other into her mouth, she teased them with her tongue and lips.
Having satisfied herself that the preliminaries were to her satisfaction, mom began the job in hand, or rather in mouth. She slowly took my cock head in the warmth and wetness, sliding one inch, then back, then two inches and back ... until the full eight inches was inside her mouth.
How she managed without gagging was magic to me. Forget making a dove disappear in a paper bag, mom could make an eight inch iron rod disappear, reappear, disappear, reappear at will, until the owner of the rod was satisfied. And here's the buzz, she could do the same trick with two, and if the mood was right, three parts of her body. Magic indeed!
Mom was in no rush whatsoever. She seemed to know exactly what speed and what suction was needed to keep me on the edge. Time and time again, she went faster, then slowed until she was satisfied I had enjoyed equal pleasure as her.
I'd lost my will to resist. Just how much cum I'd spurted into her mouth I really didn't know. It was a lot and she didn't drip or drool a single drop.
"Oh my god, mom, that was fantastic."
Mom laughed."Your dad used to say I was an expert. I guess he gave me plenty of practice."
"Well, mom, any time you want to give me a treat you needn't spend a penny."
Mom smiled. "OK, then. We have a deal. You use your hypno magic on me and I'll use my mom magic on you. Unless of course you want something different?"
"How about me getting my seconds?'
"Ah! No. I asked first."
"You could ..."
I butted in, "You're a sleepy mommy."
Immediately every muscle relaxed. She fell forward from her kneeling position, against the bed.
"Mom, when you wake you will crave my tongue on your pussy. You will plead with me to make you cum. Every touch, every lick will be a thousand times better than ever before. When you cum, you will cum quickly."
Hey guys, give me a break. I could have prolonged her arousal and cum, but for one thing I was getting hungry, and also Angie would be back soon. Unless I did something quick, mom would still be still on a horny rampage at bedtime.
"Wide awake."
