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Bratty Hypnosis

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Mike scratched his head, although the act did not help him make sense of his long-haired mother sitting on the floor before him playing with toy cars. She lifted them in the air and blew raspberries that he assumed were supposed to be the sounds that the cars made, although someone really should have told her that the different makes and brands all had a different trademark sound. He had been into cars once, before things had turned darker and more toxic, her brutally controlling influence wiping even that from his life in his much younger years. But those times were passed and he wanted to live in the moment now, taking all that was due to him as it came.

To say that his meeting with the hypnotist that morning had been eventful would have been an understatement. He had raised more questions than he had, truly, answered, but Mike had more of a leg to stand on when it came to lusting after and controlling the women in his family, both mother and grandmother in the palm of his hand, obedient to, well...anything his sweet, little mind could come up with.

“It's permanent," he had said, a small smile on lips that did not quite seem designed for such a thing. “And they'll obey your every whim, don't you worry about that."

Mike wasn't so sure that that was all that he was worried about but it was all by the by in the grand scheme of things. The bottom line of it all was that, of course, he had control over both his mother and his grandmother and both of them could be altered or changed if he wanted them to be. He didn't always have to deal with them being mindless drones and he could amuse himself with the notion of them playing the part of a brat too if he wanted – everything was up for grabs with the lure of hypnosis.

He'd written the code words down from the hypnotist and been a little too keen to be on his merry way, although the hypnotist's smile had left a sense of unease in his stomach. If he'd been wiser, perhaps he would have wondered at that but things were moving too quickly for him to hold back, wanting to see and wanting to know all that he could now take for himself. It was not stolen if it was given freely, he reasoned, but there was so much more that he could have if only he was smart enough to think of it in the first place.

Magrathe sat beside him on the sofa, giggling and swinging her legs, even though they were long enough to reach the floor. She leaned back on her hands, although she no longer seemed as steady as she had once been, but that was by the by as she played the part in the moment of amusing him, acting dull and helpless and overly simplistic all so that he could revel in the power he held. That had been one of the personalities available to him and it was one with the rise of her large, full tits, though they sagged with age, that he rather did enjoy employing over his grandmother.

Smirking, he boldly groped her breast, still feeling as if he was doing something wrong even though he now knew that everything and anything that he wanted was in the realm of possibility. Who was going to stop him, the master of his family? He was the dominant one and he was the one who could take charge too, even Rachel's eyes going wide and watching as she stared up at them from the floor, her legs lewdly spread as she sat back on her buttocks. Rachel left everything on show all the time and it did not even bother Mike, as he had not taken the time to take care of their personal hygiene, that they were dirty with grime encrusted into the lines of their hands, dried cum marking both their thighs and their pussies from the last play session he'd had with them. Neither did they care, their minds and bodies entirely at his whim and only his whim.

“Yesss..."

He let out the luxurious hiss, air rushing between his teeth, as if he'd seen it in some cheesy porn film, but no one was going to question or call him out on that. No, there was a freedom in being the top, being the one in command, and it was a freedom that he was more than greedily set to use and abuse as he massaged and squeezed Magrathe's breasts, letting her feel every bit of his power radiating out through his hands.

He was strong. He was powerful. Everything was effortless.

Magrathe moaned.

It was all as it was meant to be.

Of course, he had taken advantage of his control in more ways than one, dressing them up in somewhat normal clothing, although it was a size too small and rather more whorish than anything they would have been used to. As much as Mike loathed covering up their bodies, especially the curves of his thick and tasty mother, it was necessary to get them out to the piercing parlour, although the lure of branding both of them with a tattoo denoting his power did not escape his attention. It was only at the last possible minute that he was able to drag himself back to the real reason that he'd gone there and not slip into another stream of thought entirely, the studio working eyeing up the two women with their tits out and unkempt hair more than a little dubiously.

“Your...ah..." She struggled with the words, although it was reassuring to even him how she tried her very best to be professional. “Your grandson, your son, is paying for this? For you?"

Mike nodded quickly, turning his face away as if he was embarrassed to be there, although his wallet was already ready in his hand.

“Yes... I know, it's weird, but it's the only thing they wanted for Christmas!"

The fact that Christmas was still several months away didn't escape her notice but the piercer was a professional and, well, she had to get the job done one way or another. There was only one way for her to get out of such an awkwardly uncomfortable situation and that was to do what she'd been hired and trained to do to the very best of her ability, piercing their nipples as quickly as possible and adding the diamante nipple piercing bars that Mike had requested, perhaps a little too gleefully. As awkward and hasty as the experience had been for him, he could not help but revel in the notion that his mother and grandmother were experiencing far more humiliation than he was. Well, that would be if they were aware of what was happening and not pleasantly compliant, even making small talk with the piercer that would have been completely unheard of at least on Magrathe's part at any point before their hypnosis.

He relished in those piercings right then and there too as he rolled Magrathe's nipples between his fingers, not minding the slight soreness and redness that remained. As it was, the hypnosis made sure that she too did not feel any pain from it and so he could continue on doing whatever he pleased without any concern that soreness would bring a sharp halt to proceedings at any time. The care of the piercing was sloppily done, the bare minimum that he needed to do in order to ensure that he would not be going back there. It was one of the few caring tasks that had come to the forefront of his mind and only because it served to benefit him more than it held him back.

Magrathe's eyes lit up as she arched her back, pushing her tits into his hands with a whore's moan, her daughter giggling and kneeling up next to them.

“What you doing?"

She pulled out more and more words as he played with her level of simplicity, enjoying her playing the part of the bratty woman she'd always truly been but, well...he liked being able to make her get things for him and do things too. It was a fine balance in control and he took no pleasure from looking after her and, so, that was something that Rachel was left to do for herself.

Ignoring her, Mike amused himself, squeezing and rolling his grandmother's breasts, admiring the folds of skin, how they sagged and tried to even seemingly tug his hands down under their own weight. They were huge and the folds of fat layering her body drew him in too, although she was not bigger than her daughter in her old age. That was a shame but even Mike was not beyond the notion of feeding his lovely ladies up to see them bigger and more sensual than ever, although that may have meant that he'd have to take a little more care with them than he had given so far. There was always a problem...

Magrathe moaned for him, whimpered for him, said how much she wanted him. Well, that was what he heard in her tone as he thumbed her nipple piercings, tweaking and tugging at them in such a way that he could only imagine the electric pulses he sent through her body, a sex stud in his prime. His ego inflated, driven entirely by his sense of self-worth and power, greedily pushing Magrathe down to the sofa as his cock rose and throbbed. Of course, he hadn't bothered wearing more than underpants while home with them and even that was only for his comfort. Those were easily removed and he tugged them down lazily as he snatched up his old mobile phone – he'd have to get a new one soon, but not with his money – with his free hand.

“Time to get everything in order...girls."

Calling them girls instead of women seated a sense of power inside him and Mike smirked dumbly as he fumbled for the number that he could not have honestly said he'd dialled before. Banking had never been high on his list of priorities but, now, making sure that he was set up with everything that they had at their disposal was suddenly something that he so very desperately needed to make sure that he had a handle on. They were his and, therefore, along that logic, their money was his too and it was up to him just what he did with all of that going forward.

The hold music was the worst but all Mike had to do was waggle his eyebrows at Rachel and her mouth was locked around his cock, suckling and whimpering as she took his fuck-stick deep. She pushed too far and coughed and hacked as he jammed up into the back of her mouth but she was not willing, even then, to release the treat of his aching rod while her mother waited there impatiently for her turn.

There was nothing better, at least to Mike, than getting two mouths on his cock and nuts while he was doing nothing and he leaned luxuriously back into the soft sofa, having sent them out (dressed, again) to buy new cushions – something that really supported his back, you know? Luxury was the order of the day but he knew that they wouldn't all be stuck in his dinky little home for much longer if he got his way about the money, a life of wealth lying ahead of him that they had all, so rudely, denied him before.

Moaning, Mike clutched the phone, rolling his hips up as Magrathe took advantage of Rachel taking a break, drawing his shaft into her mouth. They'd regret it, or at least they would if he bothered allowing them to feel such a worthless, useless emotion. It was for him to decide what they did and how they felt now, not them, and the control liberated him as pre-cum oozed into his grandmother's mouth, her eyes half-closed as she took his shaft deeper and deeper, seeming to have no limit at all to her cock-sucking abilities. He only wished that he'd known earlier that she was so good at sucking dick or else he may have tried to find some other porn at least online to make better use of his kinky fantasies. Mike, however, could only honestly say that everything had played out even better than it had in his fantasies as Rachel slurped and nuzzled into his balls, surely reeking a little of his natural, male musk and manliness.

The hold music tinkled and jumped jarringly but he was not even concerned with that as they took turns on his shaft, running their tongues around him and all but polishing him with their spit. There was more and more lust to come, of course, and he was only willing to push on and on, forcing boundaries into twisted and contorted shapes where there should never have been any at all. A line was a line but he danced over it, ignoring what wishes his family may have had as he used and abused them for his own crude sense of sexual and dominant pleasure.

Grunting, he rocked up into a mouth, it didn't matter whose. Hot lips slid over his cock and Rachel pressed down, running her tongue around as much of his length as she could while bobbing her head. All she managed was a quick waggle of her tongue back and forth but that was all okay as long as she thought that she was pleasing him, doing good by him, being a good girl, always a good girl for Mikey. He'd left her with a more simplistic mannerism and even the simple act of touching him brought her great pleasure, heart pounding and lungs tightening as she forgot even to breathe while the want to please him rose up more and more fervently from the depths of her soul.

If she'd always been like that, subservient and wanting to do good by a dominant hand, she showed it in her sense of self, nudging her grandmother aside with a half-muffled giggle as her hands rested on Mike's thighs. Oh, all of him! She wanted it all! Possessiveness was not an attractive trait on anyone but she'd been like that even with her full functions restored to her and it was not any different with some of her mind wiped blank in the essence of servitude. It was all the same to her to be on her knees, to feel that scratchy, old carpet grinding into them, itching and pushing – yet she would do nothing about it while Mike remained there, wanting her attention. And it was her attention that she needed to give her Mikey, her boy, her master, regardless of whether she was comfortable or not. Her mind hazed over, drawn away from reality by the sweaty aroma of him, and she pushed on, saliva filling her mouth as she sucked and sucked.

Magrathe, however, was not to be outdone and made her move, kissing and licking Mike's balls as more an act of subservience than of actually giving pleasure to him. Of course, the skin was sensitive there but, to him, it was more of an odd sensation than one that he thought he could ejaculate from, even though he was more than willing to give seemingly pretty much anything a shot with his sexy ladies, the women in his family who had fallen so far and so fast under the hypnotist's charm. She forced herself, without actually feeling like it was something as debasing as it actually was, to inhale the scent of him over and over again, her tongue and nose alternating between his nuts, pressed into the line and indent that could be formed to separate them within his lightly haired sack.

Mike shivered, the hold music still going, and yet the bank seemed to be the least of his worries as he took Magrathe's head, her hair, in his hand, grunting in the back of his throat as he guided her head down. No longer did she need to worry about moving her head and her mouth in the best way to please him; she held her lips and tongue just as he liked them, just as he'd trained her, allowing Mike to hump up into her mouth as if he was the world's greatest porn star. And, in his mind, that was exactly what he was as he growled and groaned, every bit the rampant stud who had it all, the man that all the ladies wanted. Why, he'd even managed to seduce his family – who could possibly say that he was not a guy that could fuck any woman he wanted in the whole world?

His pride thrummed through hotter and flusher than any orgasm and Mike's moans rose to fill the room, leaning forward and putting more weight into his heels as he thrust and thrust, filling his grandmother's mouth repeatedly. Close to the edge, he eyed up Rachel who was inching closer and closer, her fingers around her mother's arm as if she was trying to tug her away. Yet that was something that Mike simply could not have and he snapped his fingers, sending her scuttling back with a little grunt and mewl that could have come from an animal and not a living, breathing, thriving human being in any way. And yet that was just what she was, who she was, a woman whose life had become centred around just how she could please her son over and over again, nothing else mattering to her.

Rachel squeaked and shook her head, words stolen from her as Mike took his grandmother's mouth, her own out of place where Magrathe dominated the use and attention of his dick.

“Behave."

Nodding petulantly, Rachel looked down and fidgeted. She had to be a good girl or Mikey wouldn't be happy with her. She'd please him when Magrathe was done. She'd be a good girl, the best girl, a girl that he would be proud of.

But wasn't Mikey already proud of her?

Rachel sniffed and wiped the back of her arm across her nose but Mike didn't notice, the hold music emanating from the phone hitting a blip as it chirped them up the line, the queue that he was in slowly but steadily going down. He had to be quick and yet he relished, strangely, the thought of talking to someone on the phone while he was balls-deep in his grandmother's mouth, letting her suck him off to completion while the rest of the world – bar the hypnotist who had started it all, of course – was none the wiser as to what was going on in the seemingly kinky little household.

Yet he could not hold back forever as much as he wanted to see just how far he could push things and the need to orgasm clawed at him until he could not ignore it anymore. He yanked his cock free of Magrathe's lips in the nick of time, bellowing out a roar that could surely have been heard down the street, spraying her face and Rachel's in a dose of cum that would have made a man of the ladies proud. Of course, he was too smug in his own sexual lust and his orgasm was not all that much to speak of but just how Rachel whimpered and lapped off his seed from her lips with a giggle made his heart swell with adoring power.

She smiled and lifted her arms to him, chubby and wobbling.

“Yay! Yummy! Thank you, Mikey!"

Mike laughed softly, breath taken from him, but the moment was not to be lost as Rachel was allowed to suckle his cock tenderly clean from his seed. A woman's voice chimed in down the line but it took Mike longer than just a moment as he wiped his cock off on his mother's face to realise that someone else was speaking to him, wanting his attention when, frankly, he wasn't all that interested himself in giving it.

Groaning, he flung an arm back over his eyes, trying to catch up with what was being said, a woman repeating her name and position over and over again, asking just how she could help him. Well, she probably wouldn't like him very much at all if he really told her bluntly what she could do for him!

Giggling shrilly, Magrathe joined Rachel in cleaning his cock and balls off with her tongue, even though they were already shiny. Some cum lingered on her cheek and he struggled to take his attention from it as much as he needed to get on with important matters. Magrathe, of course, didn't even notice it was there to wipe it off.

“Yes, yes, I'm here," he said gruffly, voice thicker than it should have been. “My name is..."

It was all pretty standard, or so he thought, going through the security questions of the bank that he had not even remembered that he'd had an account with. That hadn't been the important bit but that side of Magrathe having the money and the wealth, well... That was just what he had to get in on, ensuring that she would be handing all of that over to him, thank you very much, all in due course.

And then he hit a snag, although it was hard to be too wound up about the fact that they wouldn't just transfer all of his grandmother's money to him straight off the bat without a little more information. Rachel looked up, a hand on his cock, which was already hard and ready again, barely taking any time to soften and recovery in the gentle interim.

“I'm sorry, sir, but you have to come by in person to sort that, with the account holder."

Frowning, Mike shook his head but he knew, even then, that he could hardly just say that he was the account holder and just to do it, damn it. They wouldn't get it. They wouldn't get how his life had changed, that things were different now. When he controlled the account holder, they didn't damn need to speak to the account holder!

“Are you sure I can't just put my grandmother, Magrathe, on the phone to you?"

“Yes, sir." Her tone grew brisk and clipped and he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. “Most certainly not."

Sighing heavily, he hung up without bothering with the pleasantries of farewells, brow furrowed despite having only just climaxed. His cock stayed hard for them and he smirked as he languished in it, intent on enjoying that pleasure as he let the stress of the call slow his beating heart, although there was only so slow it could go as blood rushed to very much the right parts of his body.

It was better not to think about the stress of that phone call. Better to relax, to enjoy his girls, to use them as they clearly so very desperately wanted to be used. They clamoured for this attention, each trying to push the other out of the way as if they thought they were not getting enough 'love' from him, his hand on his cock and their mouths splayed open before him, wide and gaping and yawning. He kept them back with a stern word and a certain kind of look that meant that they were not to approach him and both of them wiggled and simpered, waiting on his attention.

Of course, he had every intention of giving it to them, only in the way that he wanted to. The softness of the sofa folded around his shoulders and back, cushioning him as he tried to rock his hips, need getting the better of him as he pumped his cock. Orgasm could only rise up so quickly but the gaping mouths of his women made him want to get off more and more quickly, need searing through him, a driving, seething heat that demanded rambunctiously that he pay attention to it.

His cum shot out over Magrathe's tits and he left Rachel out for the moment, deliberately neglecting her as she wriggled and squirmed, trying to make herself look more appealing and attractive to him. She was more than simply attractive but he wanted her to want him more than he wanted her, teasing her to the edge of desperation and leaving her hanging there, Magrathe's breasts bearing the cream of his seed. His cum smeared in as he wiped his cock over her breasts too, his body heaving and seeming to pulsate through with strange desire. Even though he'd gotten off twice in short succession, a part of him still wanted to get off all over again, simply because he could. It was just that simple.

But now at least one of them had a job to do and he groaned as he shoved his cock back into his underwear, resenting even that. Maybe he'd feel better about that with some fresher clothes, something that he'd have them sort out for him. Why would he even bother lifting a finger when he could just have them look after him like that? It all stood to reason...

“Get dressed. Standard."

Magrathe jolted upright and stood, brushing off her legs as if she imagined that there was imaginary lint stuck to her trousers. Of course, there was no lint there but an entirely new mess that she should have cleaned up, although Magrathe was back in her own mind as much as it was possible to be with Mike there controlling her every move ultimately, beyond all measure of the imagination.

“Oh, Mike, there's so much to do!"

Well, she was a softer, more pleasant version of Magrathe, for he could not have taken the blowhard of a woman that she had otherwise been in his life, day in and day out. It was the very reason that the hypnotist had done the deed with her, so that he didn't have to deal with it, and it seemed wrong and out of place to not use what he had been given so kindly in the best way possible.

“We have to go to the bank now, Mike," she said, her mind fixed on one thing and one thing alone. “I shall dress."

It didn't seem strange to her at all that she was not dressed, only that she had to hurry, although not even that seemed to twig anything in her mind. She could have thought that she had somewhere to take her grandson and yet her controlled mind needed no rhyme or reason to understand what was going on as she hustled to prepare herself, cleaning herself swiftly without thinking why she had dried stains on her, the grime rinsed from her hands. Her nails would have to remain without their typical pretty manicure but all she had to do was to create a good impression at the bank and nothing more than that would matter when it came right down to it. They wouldn't notice a little roughness around the edges and Mike wasn't clued up enough to realise that he needed to do a little more than simply tell her to get dressed to pass by the eyes of even strangers. Unwanted attention, after all, could come from the most nondescript of sources.

“Money, the bank. Money, the bank."

She repeated the words to herself over and over again as she dressed herself in a long, flowing dress that Mike by no means approved of, ignorant to the fact that her naked and dirty daughter was in the same room as her. It was all normal, very normal, in just how things had gone, and even that did not seem unusual to her as it had been before her hypnosis, the breaking of her mind. She could be changed as Mike willed and Mike smiled to himself as he tucked Rachel into his bed – now a double version that took up most of the room. That was just why he didn't spend too much of his time in the bedroom, knowing that, even with the upgrade, it was really too small for all three of them.

Rachel smiled widely as he pushed a gag into her mouth – something like a sucker that would be used in adult activities, for it could be locked in place around her head and in her mouth. That capability was not necessary at that moment with the hypnosis in effect just as he wanted it to be and, so, he left the straps hanging, just leaving a small but effective vibrator in her pussy too to ramp up her need even more.

“Sweet dreams," he murmured. “Be good."

She could not reply but she still wriggled and squeaked, eyes wide and plaintive. Yet it was obvious too, even to him, how much she loved it too, rocking her pussy onto the vibe as if, even then, she was trying to get more and more of it inside her, the lust of it all too much for her body to bear. And, oh, how much of her body there was to bear through it, the sheets barely covering her as she twisted and turned to the side, trying to rally herself for the trembling pulse of the vibe that already promised so much pleasure in Mike's absence.

“Money, the bank. Money, the bank. Mike. Mike?"

“Yes, grandmother, I'm coming."

It was strange to call her that but he dragged his old trainers on anyway, the laces undone and his entire manner unkempt, even though he personally felt that he was more put together than he'd ever been. He swept his hair back with a comb and considered everything done, despite the heavy bags beneath his eyes. He needed more rest than he'd been getting a break, most certainly, too, although that was not to be done as he laughed lightly and shrugged his shoulders, making his way back down the stairs. Magrathe would follow. The hypnosis would hold and he truly didn't need to hand every step of the way. Others would, of course, be suspicious if he did...

“Be a good girl, Rachel!" He called back, light on his feet. “Sleep tight."

And Rachel knew just what she was meant to do for Mikey then, even though she had not had much attention from him that day in her mind. Sticking her thumb into her mouth (or at least trying to, considering the gag) she mumbled something in childish, bratty reply and drifted off, the heaviness of her eyelids too much to resist when she'd spent so much time in activity. A girl like her, yes... Yes, she needed to rest, to sleep, to relax, and yet she did not have a caretaker there who really cared about her needs in that way.

Magrathe was dressed and following him but he couldn't help himself at the bottom of the stairs, holding up his hand imperiously to stop her. There was a certain kind of pleasure in knowing that he could do absolutely anything at all and still be obeyed, his wants and needs coming above all else, regardless of just what those desires meant for others.

“Take off your panties."

The word no longer made him squirm as he smiled as she hastened to obey, muttering under her breath the objective he had lodged in her mind. It would soften as they got on their way but it was good too to see her actually doing something for a change rather than expecting everyone around her to hustle and dance to a whim and a beat that was entirely in her own mind. She'd expected others to read her mind and know what she wanted before she'd even wanted it before but now things were different as she, quite literally, dropped her panties down to her knees for Mike, shifting her weight in her low, tasteless heels as if to take them off completely.

“That's enough."

He didn't need them in his hand to take command and control and made her squat as he grabbed his dick out, lacking any manner of smoothness or finesse in the art of the motion. His jeans didn't allow him to squat much and, so, he would have to trust his aim as he leaned into her, pressing his face into her tits, now woefully clad in a bra. But that was the thing with going out in that he had to dress his ladies up and make them look all nice and normal, make sure that no one's suspicion was at all aroused by the course of his control.

Magrathe squeezed her breasts around his face, a handbag swinging from her shoulder, and yet he did not even pause das she bumped him, nudging him back into the chunky banister at the bottom of the stairs. Mike moaned and nuzzled her tits, lost in the moment as he pumped his cock furiously, intent only on his climax. The world around him narrowed to the slap of his hand on his own flesh, needing more, wanting more, and yet...

“Why are you taking so long?"

He blinked, glancing up at her face even as he leaned into her voluptuous tits, so soft... No, he couldn't get distracted, his grandmother rolling her eyes as she looked down at him. If she had been able, he would have sworn that she would have folded her arms across her chest.

“Come on," she nagged him, tapping a toe briefly – she only couldn't keep that up for the sake of maintaining her balance. “Hurry up! We have to go to the bank!"

Maybe he'd implanted that a little too deeply in her mind but it was good to know too, in a way, that there was still something of his grandmother that he could bring out, although he certainly didn't want to see her cruelty anymore. It was more arousing too to hear her nag and sigh and see her eyes roll, knowing that he could stop it at any time or even ramp it up, if that was just the thing to entertain himself with at that moment in time. It was all okay, either way, and he could have whatever his mind fancied at any point.

“Oh, so slow..."

She dragged out the word but he barely paid her any attention as her whiny, demanding voice – even when she was actually unable to take anything for herself – turned him on a little more than he may have expected. Mike had the power, the control in his hand, and, still, he thrust and ground, growling in the back of his throat, intent on pleasure that had always been his to snatch up, the thrum of ecstasy rising and rising until it could no longer be ignored.

“Hurry up!"

There was only pleasure for him in getting off and he spent himself into her panties, smearing and rubbing his cum into them even as he panted heavily. Only then did he hustle on his way and push them back to where they hung more loosely from her legs, Magrathe smiling and waiting a little less than patiently for him to finish, even though her mind did not know or understand quite what was happening.

“There, now was that so hard? Did you have to take so long?"

Her tone was still lighter than it had been but in such a way that he remembered the harshness of how she'd been before without feeling degraded and worthless. That wasn't something that he wanted to carry forward with him in life and Magrathe could have her wit and her tongue if only in moderation. That, as always, was the prerogative of the one who controlled them, who held her life in the palm of his hand as it always should have been.

“Finish this."

He mocked her and smiled sadistically as she was forced to jack off his softening cock, although it was hard not to let his arousal come through once more as he let her feel, well and truly, that she was failing with him, the one task that he had set her. And how pathetic was that – the fact that she couldn't even jerk him off?

“Mike! Mike, it isn't working! What's wrong?"

Oh, it was too much, truly too much. How could she think that she really could please him without his hand looming over her, micromanaging and directing her in all that she did? It was the only way, now, that she was any good to him. His soft cock flopped and he stepped back before she could take advantage of how his length, once more, tried to thicken up, responding to the control and furtive, sadistic dominance of it all. How funny too that he could get aroused by that... He'd have to remember how that worked, yes.

Laughing, Mike shook his head and thrust her cum-filled panties back at her, smirking crudely as she was forced to yank them back up again, not understanding just what had happened. It was amusing enough to taunt her with a cock that, in that moment, was not really for her, but he had better things to be getting on with, the bank looming ahead. It would be a trial to get through, he was sure, but it would all be for the greater good of it all as he watched her squirm in her wet panties, the headiness of his cum seeping through the air despite the perfume she had donned.

He'd have her money soon enough.

*

At the bank itself, Magrathe truly came into her own. She was dominant and she was powerful. She was the very epitome of the woman that she had been and everything changed when she was not in Mike's presence. It was not quite as if a switch had been flipped but more that one had been stomped on in her short heels as she leaned forward over the counter, regardless of the barrier, and all but snarled, a little spittle even flying from her cracked lips.

“What do you mean you need a signature?" She snapped, eyes flashing. “I'm right here! You've seen my ID! Isn't that good enough?"

Oh, she was a force to be reckoned with and Mike could take a moment to admire her in full flight, flinging her arms about and dominating the attention of everyone around her. She flailed and screamed and forced them to bend to her will even though the bank employees, of course, were only trying to do their jobs.

“Ma'am, if you would please calm down for just one moment..."

“Calm down!" She shrieked, drawing herself up and back indignantly. “I will have your job for that, you petulant little wench! Fetch me your manager right this instant!"

She waved her hands at the young woman behind the counter as if she was washing her hands of her, the ultimate gesture in the rude without actually resorting to what could be considered obscene: that wasn't Magrathe's style by far. She was about his age and the fleeting thought crossed Mike's mind that she'd probably turned him down for sex at some point anyway. She deserved it.

“He needs access to all of my savings!" She said in a volume that could have alerted the President to what was going on, making sure that everyone in the entire bank had their eyes firmly fixed on her and no one else. “Everything! Just how do your employees expect me to manage all of that money in my growing age, how frail I am becoming?"

She could play the part of the old woman too and she did that then, groaning and rocking her weight from one foot to the other, acting as if it was simply too much effort to even stand. Still, Mike saw the bank employees exchange looks; he supposed that that was by the by when someone like his grandmother was so ostentatiously flaunting their wealth about. It was funny to see the differential in power between him and them now, when the only time that he had ever before been called into the bank had been when there had been severe issues with his account becoming overdrawn. That time, he had almost had to file for bankruptcy with all his outstanding credit cards but it had been him that had dragged himself back up out of that hole against all the odds, making a life for himself again while everyone else laughed and pointed the finger.

Well, look at him now! He had tools at his disposal and Magrathe took control where he needed her to, a weapon that he could point and fire and, oh, how she fired her way around the bank. People looked at him but the smirk on his face warded them off; perhaps they knew more than he thought they could on first inspection, but others could think what they wanted, as long as they did not interfere with his life. Mike had no intention at all of letting anyone ever do that again to him.

“What if something happens to me?" She demanded, jabbing a finger at someone that Mike thought may have been a supervisor, although she appeared to be out of her depth and comfort zone. “What is he going to do then? And you won't transfer my money to him! I'm an independent woman, I'll have you know! I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

“Ma'am, that's really not what –"

“Quiet!"

In the silence that followed, one could have heard a pin drop, Magrathe's chest rising and falling furiously. In the moment, not even a pin dropped, no sound there to be made, as Mike raised his eyebrows. For once, it was nice not to be on the receiving end of her wrath, although he most certainly did not pity the bank employees for getting in her way. Maybe, after all that, they would learn a lesson from it, deepening and developing their understanding of just what was going on between Mike and his grandmother without him even having to actually say anything out loud at all. And wouldn't that have been a good thing if it made everything else so very simply easier for him?

Mike grinned, not even bothering to hide it that he was having the time of his life right there and then. It would have been different, of course, if she was out to seemingly humiliate him in public but things were different with his grandmother when he was the one calling the shots and pulling her strings, making her dance entirely to his tune. And that was all well and good when the managed bustled up, a red-faced round man who looked more like a tomato than anything that may have resembled human.

He would do nicely.

It stood to reason that he wasn't going to let Magrathe get away with anything but, well, he could look away and turn the other cheek in the name of keeping a long-time, valued customer happy. At least, the last part was what he said even though Mike sure as hell wasn't buying a single word of that, Magrathe drawing herself up with such a sense of regal self-importance that it was a wonder that she was not the queen of England herself, having risen to the top on her charm and talent for controlling people. It was surprising, in fact, that she had not managed to pass that on to Mike, even though her daughter very clearly had a knack and hastening for control too.

That was by the by when he could send her out to fight his battles for him, however, and Mike smiled pleasantly, not even putting up a pretence of being the kind grandson anymore. They would all think what they wanted about him but he was the one with the power and all of them would just have to live with that. They wouldn't be in his life for all that much longer anyway and things would go on. He had no doubt, however, that he and his grandmother had made a lasting impression on them as he threw a jaunty little wave back over his shoulder, the manager woefully looking out after them as if he thought that he had been the victim of daylight robbery. But it wasn't their lives that would be robbed.

It was Magrathe's.

Fussing with her hair, she pursed her lips and smoothed over her lipstick, a tube of which had been found in her oversized handbag. Mike shuddered in revulsion at the thing, huge and apparently fashionable yet something that had lingered along with him throughout his entire childhood, her command often coming with a swing of it. But at least those times were now long gone by.

“They just needed a firm hand on them, that's what they did," she said, eyeing herself carefully, shrewdly, in a little pocket mirror that had appeared out of that very back. “They did not know just who they were dealing with. Goodness, where is my mascara? Mike, we shall have to buy more now that we have been to the bank! All is in order!"

Yet he had no intention of spending the money that was now, whether rightfully or wrongfully, his on such things as make-up. He was sure that, if he wanted them to play the part of pretty dolls for him, they had more than enough make-up between them to satisfy that little fetish but other things would have to come to the forefront and the precedent of it all in order to get to that point. His mind ran amok like a child with a shiny new toy with all the imaginings of just what he could do and he smiled absent-mindedly to his step, a spring in his usually lazy, dragging step. If his mother had been there and in her normal mind, she would have wondered just what had gotten into him for him to be so alert and lively. She would have had sharp words for him sent out into the air between them in a mocking tone and things would have come to a head, just as they had done so very many times before.

But times were different and he even obligingly held out his arm for his grandmother as she snapped her fingers at him, a scowl on her aged face.

“Let's hustle, boy! Why are you dragging your feet there? You weren't raised in a barn!"

Well, there was still a lot of Magrathe in there but he could more easily brush it aside and shake it off when he knew that she would be his obedient drone or little brat again soon enough. He would make her into everything that he had ever wanted her to be in his wildest, kinkiest fantasies and things would be the world better for it, all because he had been brave enough to simply push on and take what he wanted.

With the hypnotist's help, of course!

The elevator loomed and he was hauled inside as if he weighed nothing at all, although his curvy grandmother weighed more than him even in her old age. He didn't mind that though. It was hard to mind anything anymore with the heady rise of his power always lingering within his reach, waiting for him to once again casually take it.

“You handled that very well," he said as they stepped inside, the cool metal interior clinical and unfeeling as she muttered and grumbled and put on every last bit of her old lady act that she could. “That was really good!"

It was childish to say but what was more immature still was forgetting the code words that, put together, meant that her task was complete, that she didn't have to take on the image and the garb of her old self anymore for her master.

“Like, they didn't know what to think," he chuckled, not paying her all that much attention as the elevator took them up to the multi-storey car park. “They didn't have a clue... God... What a bunch of losers!"

The flurry of motion should have drawn his attention, caught his eye, but, alas, he was too caught up in his own sense of self-worth to bother paying her any mind. He rambled on and on about how cool it had been to see her in her element while his grandmother didn't say anything at all – another warning sign that he would have done well to heed. But, the fact of the matter was, he didn't and that was his downfall as, finally, the elevator paused at their car park level, sealing his fate.

“Wheeeeee!"

The doors opened and Magrathe dashed past him as if the hounds of hell were hot on her heels. But that was not the main issue entirely, oh no – she was completely naked! Not even her cum-stained panties lingered behind as she launched herself gaily through the car park, moving far more swiftly than he could ever have imagined someone of her advanced age going. But she was not an elderly woman in her mind but a youngster with wings on her feet, spinning and dancing, naked breasts wobbling, giggling with sheer glee at the frivolity of it all. Wasn't life wonderful? She was out there, running free – and Mike-Mike couldn't catch heeerrr!

What?

Mike stared after her, dumbfounded for only a moment. Damn it! The trigger word! It had been just the right combination at words at the world's worst time to send her back to being younger in mind, a brat who thought that she could do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to do it. And he had to fix things before she alerted everyone to what was going on!

He was in motion, scrambling and grabbing for her clothes, the panties leaving a cool, wet smear on his arm that made him shudder. Everything, absolutely everything, had to be grabbed, picked up, not to leave a scrap of evidence behind. He couldn't let anyone see, couldn't let them find out, oh no. That would not do and he could not let anything disrupt his new order in the world, his fantasy that had so blissfully come to life at just the right time for things to come together for him. Now that he had Magrathe's money too – hell! She was in for it!

“Get back here!"

It was a valiant effort but one that was undoubtedly not going to have very much of an effect on a woman who had gotten it into her head that she was to run as far and as fast as she could from him. He wanted to catch her! He was going to make her sit still and do booorrriiing things! She couldn't have that! Magrathe shook her head, leaping behind a car as if she was a ninja, imagining something from a little kid's TV show, fingers clasped together into a 'gun', although that was not at all in keeping with being a ninja. But that was all well and good in her bright and happy little mind, a brain that didn't need things to make sense for her world to keep on spinning merrily around.

Mike scrambled and she peered cautiously around at him, eyes alight with mischief. Oh, it was good just to be, even if she did not know that, sinking down and giggling, the bare folds of her pussy on show. She crouched as if her old bones did not ache but it would not pain her to get up either while in that hypnotised state of mind, everything moving fluidly and entirely as it once had, the liberation in hypnosis evident to anyone who cared at all to dig a little more deeply into what was going on with her.

Of course, no one did. She'd scared them all away years ago but the woman smiling and laughing as Mike stood with her clothes bundled up in his arms was not the monster that she had otherwise made herself out to be. But not even Magrathe could have said honestly why she had pursued a path in life that had rendered her so lonely.

It was all okay though. She had her daughter and Mike now! And they were better for her than anything else in the whole wide world. Or at least better when she was locked up under his hypnosis and charm, even if the latter could very well be said to be lacking at times.

A bra dropped out of Mike's arms and he swore loudly, slamming the rest down in a fit of a temper. What the hell was wrong that one fucking thing couldn't go right? Couldn't he have one, damn thing to himself without trouble? Anger curdled, stewing in the pit of his stomach, but it was not for him to linger on as Magrathe giggled, poking her head out from behind a fancy sports car that really had no business at all being where it was in that kind of car park. Middle-aged folk with lots of money and nowhere to spend it, he supposed, but it was hardly the time or the place for thoughts like that.

“Magrathe?"

He called out, turning his head obviously this way and that way but not seeing her. Good god...

“Magrathe... Come out, come out..."

He felt an imbecile (though many would have said that he was one) as he called for her, though he had never been one for dealing with kids or even adults that needed a little more looking after than most. Fuck, he'd be done for if anyone else came down the elevator, someone who didn't know what was going on but would think the worst of everything. The humiliation of his grandmother in that scenario did not bother him but his heart still fluttered all in a panic at the notion of having the money that he had only just gotten his dirty hands on being taken away from him again too quickly. He needed that cash... He didn't have anything special in mind for it but, well, he just did. And it was his!

Breathing heavily, he lunged after her but Magrathe was fast and the first car that he'd thought she'd ducked behind, well... She just wasn't there. It was all a big game for her and he darted one way and then the other, losing track of where he was. Where was the elevator? Shit! He wasn't often one to swear at least when he wasn't gaming but it came naturally to him in the heat of the moment, fear racing through his veins with a shot of adrenaline too that felt out of place and foreign in his body.

“Miiiiike."

“Magrathe?"

He turned, clutching her clothes to her chest, the pillars of the car park blocking his view. Everywhere he looked, cars gleamed as if they had just been washed, reflecting the light filtering in through the open 'windows'. The lack of solid outer walls left a cold chill lingering in the wind that swept through the levels and he shivered, shrugging his shoulders and wishing that he was anywhere else. At least then he would be warm and out of this decrepit situation once and for all.

“Magrathe, where are you?"

“You never find me!"

Oh, yes he damn well would! Her giggles and playful demeanour picked on his last nerve but he couldn't right at that moment remember what the trigger word was to turn her into a drone too. That could have its own set of problems but would be better than what he had to work with at that moment in time, chest heaving and panic clawing at his soul, gnawing on his windpipe as even breathing seemed to be beyond him at that time.

There! It was just a flash of skin but there was no one else in the car park and he set off in hot pursuit, acutely aware that he was cradling her clothes against him like a lover who had lost the one that made their heart sing. It could have been more intimate than he played it out to be but all he could think of was getting his grandmother back to safety, back to where they and the course of their sordid relationship would not be discovered.

It was all he could wish for.

Magrathe, however, could not have possibly known just how much trouble she was causing him, how she made his heart beat faster and faster in all the wrong ways. She didn't have a plan or a goal in mind, for her mind was too simplistic at that point, but the feel of the hard tarmac and the smoothness of the painted parking lines under her bare feet brought a jubilant thrill to her. It gave her more energy than ever, lifted her up. She was as light as a feather, about to float away – if she spread her arms like wings, would she actually float away?

Shrieking, she clutched her arms in against her chest, although she was not trying to cover herself up in the slightest. With wide, wild eyes, she stared down at the floor as if she was trying to lock herself down into it, the childish fear of being so light that she could not stand anymore and would merely float winding its way through her. No... No! No, Mike wouldn't let that happen to her, he was good, he would look after her. Her Mike was better than a girl who wanted to float away and he'd stop her from floating away too, yes, he would!

Her cry, however, alerted Mike a little more to her whereabouts and he puffed his cheeks out, more slyly stalking around a car.

“Got you!"

But she wasn't there and he was, yet again, forced to follow her giggles around and around, his grandmother leading him on a merry little chase that well and truly seemed to have no end to it at all. He sighed and shook his head, although there was simply no time to rest as he peered around pillars and ducked under cars too, all in the quest of making the waking nightmare of it all, finally, end.

Back at the elevator again – damn it! He snarled and pounded his fist into the wall, instantly regretting it as he howled and danced, dropping clothes everywhere as pain lanced through his hand. It always looked so cool when people did that in the movies! Why wasn't it fun for him too? It was meant to be better than that!

He swore and a giggle had him spinning around, hunting her down, searching her out. Damn it, he had to get her dressed and home – and he didn't think he'd ever be saying the first of those two things ever again! Who wanted to see clothes on their grandmother anyway when they were into that? Something tingled in his stomach and he pushed it down but the sensation did not go away as his breath caught, struggling to rise from the junction of his windpipe.

“Grandmother!"

He hissed through his teeth as he whipped around a car – and there she was! At long last! His grandmother squatted down so low to the ground that her backside almost brushed it, although her skin was already smudged and grimy from the car park as if she had been wriggling and squirming on the ground itself. Even he wrinkled his nose in revulsion. Ew. Gross. Holding out his hand as if he was approaching a wild animal, he tried to edge closer, her eyes wild as if she was about to take flight once again. And he knew well enough by that point that catching her simply wasn't in the realm of possibility for him, as much as he would have liked to be the faster of the two of them. Fitness... Yeah, he'd never really gone much into that.

“Come on, Magrathe," he said, speaking slowly and carefully, choosing his words. “It's okay. We're, ah... We're going to go home now. Go home with Mike?"

Why was it is hard to work out just what would appeal to her? He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. Magrathe just stared, not understanding what he was saying, the lines of muscle still taut in her body as if she was about to leap into motion at a moment's notice. She could still run... He took a deep breath that did nothing to steady his mind or his heart but seemed liked the right thing to do anyway. He just had to play it all cool.

“Don't you want to come in, hm?" He smiled and offered his hand again. “Come on, girl, we can go now. You can go home! You wanna go home? Hm?"

Magrathe hunkered down, eyes shockingly wide as if she was actively trying to make them wider and wider, to draw attention to herself. But she was not in control of her own body, joy clashing with energy as if she had been held back for too long that day already. So slow... She felt as if she'd been sleeping for a long time and had woken up full of the joys of life and the day, squealing and spinning and needing to run and jump, solely to get out at least some of the energy that was stored up within her.

“We..." Her bottom lip quivered. “Go home? Mike? Mike, we go home?"

“Yes, yes..." He smiled more widely, heart leaping. “Now... Now, just take my hand. Take my hand, grandmother."

He couldn't call her 'gran'; it was too informal after everything that they'd done together but the power differential lay in the difference between their tones, how they interacted with one another. No longer was it in their ages or the relationship that they'd once had as the hypnotist opened up doors for Mike that he could never before have imagined becoming possible for him.

Magrathe chewed on her lip, whimpering. It was cold. She was sore. And, all of a sudden, she was tired. What had happened? Why was she so tired now? Why was she so cold? It was all bad! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!

“I..." She sniffled, great, big, fat tears welling up in her eyes. “I... I...I wanna... Wahhhahahaha!"

She wailed and stomped, plopping back onto her fat backside, which at least served something of a purpose in cushioning her fall. Twisting, she beat her fists manically on the car, a relentless drum that Mike rushed to hush, flailing his arms as her clothes, once again, comically tumbled from his arms. But there was nothing at all comical about how she was behaving, screaming and wailing and pounding, angry and tearful and still not understanding why herself.

“Grandmother! Magrathe! You have to calm down – someone's going to hear you!"

But someone in her state of mind was not to be reasoned with as she broke to sob, cheeks stained and soaked with her tears. They even slunk into the light folds and wrinkles of her face, chin wobbling, and he tried to wipe them away – not because he actually cared but because he was terrified what someone would think if they saw. To be fair, it was hardly a good look at all to have one's grandmother stark naked in the middle of a car park wailing her head off as if she was well and truly out of her mind. Though he was unlikely to be the first person in the world to have that scenario play out, he was quite certain that he was the first to do so for less caring means with a grandmother who was hypnotised and under his control. And yet he didn't always quite feel that she was under the control she should have been...

“Stop crying, it's okay, it's really okay," he said, fumbling with his words in his haste to soothe her. “Come on, get your clothes back on, it'll be fine."

Where was the car? He knew where he was but in all the drama he had not the foggiest idea where he had left the car, the old vehicle one that he was very much going to replace with his grandmother's money as soon as possible. Magrathe whimpered and turned her face to him, wiping snot off her nose on his leg, and he tried not to let his horror show on his face, solely because he still knew that he had to get her the hell out of there.

“Panties first, you can do this!"

He tried to be her little cheering squad, smiling and encouraging her on, although it all seemed rather like something that was a bit of a losing battle. As much as he pressed the panties over and over again into her hands, she dropped them instantly, blinking slowly and dully as she did not understand what they were for. No longer was she the intelligently savage woman that had brought an entire branch of the bank to their knees but a woman broken in mind and at his whim, although that in itself came with more responsibility than Mike had honestly bargained for.

What did he want? She tried to understand him, tipping her head to the side and leaning against the car, sniffling as the tears kept right on coming, although something like that was hardly going to bother her. Tears were tears, a part of her days, but the wracking tiredness in her chest made her want something in her mouth, something that had only been part of her life in her younger years, something soothing and softening, although it could be hard too. Without thinking, her thumb was in her mouth and she whimpered around it, tears and snot marking her face even as he cursed and pushed her back as gently as was possible, trying to wrangle her panties onto her legs. And her shoes! Where were the heels?

And then the worst thing happened: the elevator clunked and whirred, numbers at the top flashing as it was brought to their level again, closer and closer by the moment. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only scrabble like a madman to get his grandmother back further between the rows of parked cars. But she was too heavy a weight to drag with him and, still, she cried, huffing and puffing and sobbing like the entire meltdown was going out of fashion. Mike fluttered his hands around her, panic rising like the tide, inevitably so.

“Please, for the love of god – I'm begging you!" He tried, desperate for anything. “Please, be quiet! You have to be quiet! We'll be found out! Do you want people to take you away from me?"

That could well have been the worst thing he could have said as tears welled up instantly and Magrathe's insides twisted, every last ounce of her being focused on pumping out every last jot of the terror and anguish that filled a body better suited for it than that of a little girl. And yet she still responded like a little girl, howling and wailing around her thumb, although it stayed right there in her mouth as she whimpered and the elevator, sickeningly, clunked into place on their level.

Mike's heart dropped.

“Quick!"

He hissed through his teeth, pushing her thumb into her mouth, but that didn't do enough to stop her from crying. If only he could keep her quiet, everything would be okay, he'd be able to work through it, somehow, get her back to the car and everything would be alright again. He could do it, if only he got her to stop crying.

The elevator doors opened, slowly, and his voice dropped to a crazed whisper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Fumbling with his belt, he did the only thing he could think of in a moment where common sense and rationality simply weren't playing ball with him. In a moment, he had his cock out, however soft it still was, and she whimpered, latching onto it as if that was just what she'd been looking for all along. Like a sucker, it tucked perfectly into her mouth and she drew it softly between her lips, locking them around it and grumbling gently around him as if she was trying to tell him thanks for doing what she'd wanted all along.

Mike could barely think straight, a hand resting on the car as he hunched down, his grandmother sitting there but tipped back so that he had to hold himself at an odd angle, thighs burning in a half-squat. It was not the most comfortable position to be in but it would have to do as he panted, his free hand and the clothes clapped over his mouth to seal away his groans. He couldn't help his cock hardening up inside her mouth as if he had been conditioned to it too but that was all by the by when it came right down to it: it was just something that happened now.

“How weird..."

Voices floated to him and he could only be thankful that they were at least a few cars down from the elevator and tucked back against the other row away from the walkway too. It was hard enough to stand where he was, let alone get them away to somewhere more secluded while he worked out a plan of action, but he still wished that they were further away, that the entire sorry situation had not happened at all. Maybe that would have made everything easier for him but, alas, things were not always that simple when it came right down to it. He could try and try but there was only so much that he could do as a single man, closing his eyes and praying that no bad would come of it all.

Still... It was kinda hot to get his dick sucked by his grandmother in the middle of the car park. If it had been deserted, maybe it would have been even hotter than it actually was. Maybe that was something he should add to his little kink list for future reference? It was certainly worth a try, even if he didn't quite know how to orchestrate it. But thinking of something that he wanted to do with his mother and his grandmother, out in a place that should have been a public space, kept his mind quietly sane as his breathing slowed, taking his grandmother's musty, perfumed clothes away from his face as, finally, he allowed himself the room in which to breathe properly. It was sorely needed.

“I can't believe there was..."

He strained to hear, hips rocking lightly, grinding his cock into Magrathe's mouth. She did not object in the slightest, happily sucking on his cock as if it was just what she needed.

“Very peculiar, weird..."

“Oh, you use outdated language – why would you say that?"

A man and a woman, although that didn't tell him very much about how much at risk he was as his legs ached, striving to shift his weight, his light thrusts hardly helping his case as he pulsed into his grandmother's mouth. His muscles were not meant or designed for such activity and to train them – hah! Yeah, right...

“A bra too?"

“Don't touch it!"

The woman squealed as the man, clearly, made a move of picking up the bra and Mike scrambled in his arms, searching and finding...

Oh no.

_ _

He hadn't got all of the clothes. How could something so simple have gone so terribly wrong in the simplest of ways? He had had to get everything up so nobody would ask questions – and just how was he intending to put clothes back on his grandmother when he didn't even have all of them ready to go? He leaned back against one of the cars, the body creaking, but he couldn't even find it in himself to care as blood roared dully between his ears.

But the couple, whoever they were, moved on with a laugh, seeming to find everything a right old laugh. And that suited him just fine as long as they didn't need one of the cars close by him, for then he really would be doomed.

At just the right moment, his grandmother gave his cock a particularly throaty suck as if she was trying to draw him deeper and a moan burst, albeit quietly, from his lips before he could call it back.

“Did you hear that?"

As still as a stone, Mike held his breath. His grandmother did not, bobbing her head on his cock as the hypnosis dragged her deeper, making her an obedient whore for him. She knew that he needed her and her Master Mike would look after her too, regardless of what mindset she was in at any given time. That was the good thing about being where she was in that she no longer had to worry about anything at all, letting the world move on around her as she whined and whimpered softly around his thickness, letting the tip drool that delicious liquid onto her tongue. So far gone was she that she could not even find the word for it, although playing with his length with her tongue, swirling around, was a far better game than 'find the word'. And she wanted to play!

He stiffened further, even though he had not thought that that would be possible. His back was up and Magrathe would not stop licking and suckling on his cock, acting as if they were completely alone. Whereas it would have been more than all well and good if they had been alone, their current predicament did not lend itself to such play and he chewed down a groan, sealing it away to be later released at a far more opportune time.

“No, I didn't hear anything."

Nothing, nothing at all. Keep walking... Please...

_ _

He sent up a prayer for the ears of any god that happened to be listening, although Mike was not overly religious and did not know what god would listen to a guy like him. They'd probably laugh, tugging at the strings of their puppets for the sheer boredom-thrill of making them dance. But maybe someone was smiling on him that day as the footsteps edged closer and closer, keeping up as steady a pace as he may have liked. If he was lucky...

“I don't know, it's just weird that someone left clothes in there! And clean clothes, at that!"

That was a woman's voice and he relaxed just a little. More than anything else, she merely sounded perplexed and that was something that he could deal with, if only he kept quiet. Magrathe, blessedly, was more than occupied with his cock, suckling on it as if it really was just a sucker she could pull into her mouth and soothe herself with, her cries temporarily muted with its sweetening touch. Tensing, Mike swallowed hard and tried not to think too much of what she was doing and where they were doing it, his arousal pumping up hard and strong through his body like a force trembling just beneath the surface of his skin.

“I know, but there's nothing we can do about that, honey."

“But someone's running around out here without their clothes!"

Mike stiffened but it was not because they had uncovered them (well, Magrathe was lacking in cover it had to be said), though the close proximity of the footsteps had his heart racing. Oh, what more they knew...

“Honey!"

The man laughed and Mike tried not to join in with him, shaking and trembling, wondering just what was coming of the day. Oh, why was it so damn hard to stay in his safe and sane rational mind when her lips were on his dick? Magrathe just made him want to fuck and thrust, to bellow and moan, until he climaxed all over her sweet mouth and face, her tits dripping with his cream. But he could not, would not, not while the conversation burbled on, the couple walking back and forth and around the other side of the double row of cars as if they didn't quite know where they were parked. Chewing his lip, Mike held down a groan. He was lucky enough as it was that they hadn't tried to cut through the rows but had taken the long way around.

“They'll be fine, just fine, don't you worry about someone else," the man soothed her and Mike eyed the flash of them through a car window, a burgundy coat that looked expensive glaring through. “They know what they're doing, I'm sure, though maybe they will be missing them later!"

At least that quip made her laugh and Mike relaxed just a fraction at precisely the wrong moment. In another situation, it could have been just the right moment but Magrathe pushed her head down resolutely on his cock, only seeing him, her Mike, before her. And he was a man and a master that she needed to please – why wasn't he moaning? Did that mean she was doing it wrong? Was she being a bad girl? Was she a bad girl? She couldn't be bad – not for Mike!

But closing her lips all the more deliciously around his shaft had a moan rising up in her that she could not bear to hold back and neither did Magrathe see any need to where they were, her own lust pounding heatedly through her aged body. Her breasts rose in a shudder of breath hastily snatched and she gave her loudest moan yet around his cock, rising up despite the fact that it was still muffled around his shaft.

Mike gasped silently, blood pumping. The footsteps stopped, the car park eerily quiet. Had they heard? What would they do? Would they put it down to something else? In his mind's eye, Mike saw possibility after possibility flash by, each one worse than the one that preceded it, although the humiliation of it all rang through each and every waking version of the nightmare itself.

“Did you hear something over there, honey?"

They hesitated and he imagined them looking about, not knowing or even understanding how close they were to revealing his secret. Mike tried to breathe, although that was difficult to do as Magrathe suckled on his cock, lips quivering as if she was about to moan again.

Please, be quiet...

_ _

“No, no..." The man rubbed the back of his neck, the rasp of skin on a light bristling of hair catching Mike's attention. “No, there's nothing over there, you really do worry so much. We'd best be going to the car though now, come on. We've got to pick the kids up."

The woman scoffed and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, clearly affronted as she stalked off with her heels click-clacking sharply away: always a dangerous noise.

“I know that!"

“Honey..."

But it was too late and the offence was both given and taken in the moment, her clack-clack of heels echoing away as Mike, finally, exhaled a sigh of relief. Magrathe groaned around his cock, not knowing at all what all the secrecy was about, but he no longer had to worry about any little noises that she may make as the couple walked further and further away. And there had never before been anything quite like that feeling and moment of 'out of sight and out of mind' for Mike as he forgot that they had interrupted or even caused the kinky liaison in the first place, panting harshly and tipping his head back against someone else's car.

“God damn it..."

He had everything he wanted there though as his sex kitten grandmother came to herself and batted her eyelashes up at him, even though she very nearly went cross-eyed in the process. It was cute though and he laughed at her folly as he rolled his hips, delirious as he sought his climax. Bearing her back felt like the right thing to do and he braced himself against the cars as he ground in over and over again, driving in with brutal, empowering thrusts that made him feel more like a man than their almost discovery had.

And he needed it – he needed it more than he knew as he let her soft lips close around him and thrust and thrust to completion. Orgasm rose up more quickly than he could have expected and Mike let out a long, low groan that should have drawn attention – and yet there was thankfully no attention there any longer to be gleaned. All was as it needed to be as he yanked his cock from her gaping, needy lips without due course or ceremony, spending his orgasm on her sagging, heaving tits. There was plenty of flesh there to coat and his seed spurted and dribbled out languidly as if it was loathe to leave his body, staining and marking them were there was still residue and dried-on cum from his previous orgasms with her.

“Yes..." He panted, eyes unfocused in the lust of it all. “Yes, that's fucking it... Take all of it!"

Yet there was nothing, in its essence, for her to take even as she obediently squeezed her tits together and pushed them up for him, a splash of cum marring one of her diamante nipple piercings. Maybe those would be upgraded in time but, with her money figuratively burning a hole in his pocket, Mike could not have honestly said that he was all that amenable to spending more money on her when she had spent her entire married life and later doing just that. She'd had enough fineries but there was time still for him to dress her up just as he wanted her to be for his pleasure above all else. And it was not as if Magrathe would ever again get a say in what was or was not done to her.

She only knew the warm soak of his cum smearing her skin as something pleasant and nothing more than that: that was okay. What was even more okay was the adoration in her eyes, thrumming through, as she leaned into his leg, letting her tits bear his creamy offering, knowing that she, above anyone else, was a good girl. She was the girl that he wanted her to be and that was good and she would always do everything she could do to please her Mike.

It was all she was meant to do, after all.

However, Mike could not have said that he was done right there and then even as he panted and smeared his cock across her face under the pretence of wiping it off. No, it was the kind of situation where his randy need drew up in him swiftly all over again and he had barely gotten her back into her dress before he wanted his grandmother all over again, her naked buttocks barely covered as she blinked and giggled, swaying back and forth. She didn't care that her 'bottom' was exposed and merely waited for Mike to dress her properly but she did not expect him to spin her about, throwing caution to the wind, and pin her over the hood of a car.

His cock sank into her pussy as if that was just what he'd been angling for the whole time and his grandmother's cry rose to the empty, hollow ceiling, her eyes wide with love and lust.

“Ohhh!"

Her cry should have alerted people but he reasoned with himself, strangely so, that they were tucked away far enough back now that they would not be discovered, moving away from the main thoroughfare. On a weekday too lingering into the evening with a slow, conniving drawl, there were few people about and he had a good view of both the exit doors of their level and the elevator, though he could not have said that he was prepared to duck and drop at a moment's notice. No, that was a little too much and he grunted like a real man as he fucked her for all he was worth, hammering into his grandmother's pussy over and over again, need pulsing up inside him like a raw force that could not be contained.

And neither did he have to contain it as he spent himself inside her, his second orgasm coming as quickly as the first but with less cum overall. That was okay though – no one was judging him on that and he still thought himself to be the biggest and baddest stud-man of them all, a guy that all the ladies would want, strutting his stuff. After all, who wouldn't want a man with the power to control and convince, turning all others to his will?

Mike smirked, digging his fingers into his grandmother's thick backside. It had been a more interesting trip to the bank than he'd expected after all that!

*

In the car, Mike smirked and shook his head, marvelling at his own creativity. Truly, he did deserve a round of applause for all that he had managed to put together for himself, laughing at the folly of it all. For on the hood of his car, in the dead of the night with no one out there to see them, sat Magrathe, her pussy stuffed full of the fattest, strongest vibrator that he'd been able to find, although he had sent her into the sex shop to get it for herself: just another added dose of humiliation that he was able to play out on her.

She squealed for the sheer hell of it, though she could not have possibly understood the danger she was in up there, her legs lewdly spread as if she wanted to show off her goods to everyone and anyone that cared to adore her. Her body was the property of Mike and that was just how he wanted to see her, after all, so why shouldn't everyone else too? Magrathe's head spun as the cool, night air caressed her skin, tickling her nipples up into a pert rise even with the piercings, the force of the movement of the car pushing her back down against the hood and even partially up against the windscreen too.

“Yayyyyy!"

Her cries turned to moans as he drove carefully but there was only one place that he had in mind to go with her squirming about on the hood, marking it with her orgasmic fluid. Her honey pot had to be simply overflowing with how wet he imagined her to be and it all simply served as further evidence still of his control over her, how her life had fallen into his hands. It should have been overwhelming but, now, all Mike felt was empowered, taking back what should have always been his – at least in his perception of the world and his mind.

She climaxed over and over again, the vibrator set to the maximum settings – so much so that he could even feel the vibrations from where he was sitting in the driver's seat! She slipped and slid, clinging to the car, but he did not slow, laughing recklessly as his cock throbbed up hard and ready, wanting only the heat of that wonderfully wet pussy wrapped around him all over again. It was all he could think about even as he put her just out of arm's reach on the other side of the windscreen, able to play the luxuriously delightful part of the voyeur in the scenario that he had so very perfectly orchestrated for himself.

It proved itself to be exhibitionism at its finest and Mike could not resist the lure of pushing things further and further, speeding up and slowing down to draw her body into the heights of adrenaline too. With her blood pumping and her pulse up, there was no way for Magrathe to hold off from climaxing as she screamed out his name over and over again, trees and streetlights flashing by as they cast temporary illumination over the seedy, ill-begotten tryst.

However, her home loomed: a large house that was near enough stately for the size of it. It had been passed down in his family for generations, although the grounds were not very large – more like a decent enough garden encircling it with a privacy, stone wall to prevent prying eyes and tall fir trees too that had been there for as long as he could remember. Magrathe had never let him climb them though in his younger days, saying that he would ruin them. Even then he had known that those trees had held more importance to her than he had.

“This is where we live now," he said, pulling up without caring whether she heard him or not. “Here. Your home."

His lips pulled a little wider, although more so on one side.

“My home now."

Even in the dark, the home was impressive with the gated entrance but he had the keys and, on entering, everything within was still pristine, the cleaning staff that Magrathe employed (well, it wasn't as if she was going to do anything like that herself) clearly doing their job. Maybe he'd have to fire them all though to make sure that they didn't find out what was going on, although whatever they did between adults was entirely none of their business regardless of what they did or didn't think about things.

Relaxing into the queen size bed that Magrathe had once had while she was tucked into the guest bedroom, waiting on his pleasure like the good servant she was for him, Mike grinned. Things were finally looking up, her life and her wealth in his control. And, soon, his mother too would be brought into the folds of a luxurious life where he, above everyone else in the whole, wide world, was the king of them all.

It was the position he'd always been meant to take.

*

The luxuriously extravagant home, however, could not hold his attention forever and he sought to feed his little exhibitionist thrill more and more, pushing the limits that he had not even known were in place. He could go further, do anything, and that was just why he drove them out to a park that was not like the ones in town but one where he could tuck them away alongside a river, a crook of a secluded setting where they would not be discovered. The river burbled as the leaved trees cast much-needed shade over them, their leaves starting to turn with the change of the seasons. Not that he considered such things all that often, of course, but he knew it would soon be too cold for him to bother much with outside and the like, preferring to stay warm and comfortable at all times. And now he didn't even have any kind of reason to make himself either cold or uncomfortable when he had everything he could have ever wanted at his fingertips.

The house... Well, it was almost too small for him now, considering his new station in life and powers. He would buy the houses surrounding it to expand the grounds and make it all into the mansion and estate that he had dreamed of. Not that he needed the space, of course, bar for the privacy it afforded, but he did rather like the thought of being a lord of his own little corner of the world. There, he could do as he pleased with his mother and his grandmother but there would be further features and endeavours for them to aim for, Mike not yet having learned the importance of money in the grand scheme of it all.

Yet the picnic he had had the ladies bring along was set up just as he'd asked for, standing imperiously over them as the girls giggled and spread out the red and white gingham blanket, smoothing down the edges and making it so that every last inch of it was more than simply picture perfect. He didn't need to do anything when he was the one calling the shots and Mike grinned as Rachel tripped over herself, squealing as she tumbled down to the grass. Her boobs were contained in a T-shirt this time but the swell of them through the thin, near enough sheer, fabric was tantalising too, Mike finding more and more to tempt his eyes and his cock. He had to keep thinking, of course, to keep things fresh and interesting, his attention always wavering, looking for the next new and big thing. More, he always needed that something more, and he was lucky enough to have the entire internet at his fingertips and disposal for all the ideas that he just couldn't come up with himself.

Watching them was a pleasure that he could not have anticipated and languished in, taking his time and sipping something alcoholic, just to take the edge off where his nerves tingled. Even the little taste of it that he had would affect him enough that his climax would be held off, allowing him even more pleasure – and that most certainly wasn't something that Mike was ever going to say no to. No, he wanted that ecstasy and, this time, wanted to take his time about getting them, smiling absently as Magrathe bounced on the mat as if in play, giggling and squealing as her daughter grabbed the basket.

But, as he murmured another trigger word for the next change, they would not think themselves that young any longer but become young and vibrant women in the peak of their sexuality and lives. Well, maybe not their peak but the peak that Mike wanted to imagine them at, leaving school and looking to the future, their minds reprogrammed to suit the kinky little fantasy that he'd come up with just for them to act out for him.

“Mike!"

Rachel laughed and tossed her hair, smiling widely and swinging her hips. Everything about her screamed sexuality and she batted her eyelashes at him, the late teenager that had been the envy of all around her. Her curves had made her a man-eater but what Mike wanted to re-live was the taking of her first time, claiming her all over again as he smiled and cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes?"

Even his voice was huskier, teasing himself into the fantasy as Rachel squeaked and hid her face, although there was no true sense of shyness there. Believing that she was her younger, adult, virgin self all over again, she giggled and drew her T-shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare tits for only a moment as the like-minded Magrathe joined her. For inside the picnic basket resided their outfits for the play session, the little role-play that he had so very easily hypnotised them into, and they didn't take up much space at all.

Boobs and arses on show were all well and good but covering just the tiniest bit – ah, there was the trick. There was enough on show that he didn't have to imagine but enough covered with the itty-bitty micro bikini set that he salivated for them, hands thrust into his pockets so as to keep them from touching his girls too soon. Ah, no, he had to wait, had to watch, had to enjoy every last second of it all, their bodies jiggling and on show to him, his mother's skin still glowing with health despite everything. The rolls and thickness of her bodily curves drew him in and in and the pink bikini covered only her nipples with a triangle that was little more than a postage stamp of hot pink, showing her off at her sexiest. Magrathe was no different either in that regard, but the bikini set that he'd chosen for her had been a bright yellow. Not for any particular reason that time, although it did set off the hue of grey in her hair in a strangely appealing fashion.

Mike groaned as they tugged the straps into place, the bottom half more of a thong than anything else, although it still covered the good stuff, leaving him wanting to shove his fingers in there just to see how wet they already were. They were hot, so very hot, and he couldn't help wanting to ravish them, pound them until they screamed out his name, taking their 'virginities' as the young, luscious women they were.

But... Wait. He had to wait if he was to enjoy it all, as hard as it was as their flesh jiggled so very perfectly, their bodies seeming to want him as much as he wanted them. Of course, their minds were programmed to want him, to lust for him, so that part of the equation was entirely by the by.

“Mike?" Magrathe giggled, eyes shining like those of a much younger woman. “Oh, honey... Won't you join us?"

Her words came to him as if from another time but Magrathe was hardly in her normal frame of mind. No, when she looked down at her body, she saw that of her younger self, lithe and fit, even though she had been voluptuous and thickly curvy even then. She'd always loved her shape and showing it off regardless of what anyone else thought of her and it was that confidence that lent her to shake her backside at him, letting him see her butt in all its bare glory, the strap of the bikini bottoms tucking up between her cheeks.

He groaned. It was impossible not to and harder still to resist them as Rachel stepped up, smiling warmly and softly, the rough and hard edges of her demeanour softening. It was strange to see her without a line to her lips but relieving too in a way as she took his hand and led him to the picnic blanket, her palm sweaty.

“Come join me and my sister," she said, believing that Magrathe was her sister in the scenario he'd drawn up for them. “We don't bite..."

“Hard!"

Magrathe laughed and clapped a hand over her mouth as if she couldn't believe what she'd said, although it was an action that was slightly dampened still by the fact that there was still dirt on her body, even beneath the healthy vibrancy of her skin. Mike still hadn't bothered to take the time to clean them and they bore the stains of his mastery and ownership, even though it didn't matter much to him. It made them less than what they were when he noticed it and, really, he didn't notice it most of the time. They were only there to please him now anyway, to serve him day in and day out.

Mike kissed his mother tenderly and she returned it with greater shyness than he could have imagined, pressing into him and then shrinking away.

“Oh, I couldn't!"

But she could and she would as Mike smiled and dug into his pocket for the joints he had tucked in there earlier. It had not been possible for him to wedge them in where he wanted them initially but the beauty of hypnosis and triggers was that they were more than open to suggestion, little details like that slipping by when otherwise they may have been something to be called out on.

He bent them both forward gently, allowing himself a moment in which to grope and tease and enjoy the shape of their cunts through those sultry bikini bottoms. Their pussy-lips were easily defined and a shaved cunny also made the effect all the better for it, skin perfectly smooth and softened with creams too that their minds and experience had, at least, been better suited for than his. Bearing all their old capabilities still was a blessing in disguise when it came down to making sure that the personal grooming bits that were actually important to him (and his turning it into the crudest fetish ever) were taken care of.

The joints of weed were already pre-rolled for convenience and he smirked as he pushed them into each of his ladies, the women imagining that it was their first penetration. Rachel squirmed and whimpered and he even managed to soothe her, rubbing her back, as if it hurt. The truth of the matter was, however, that it didn't hurt at all and her cunny was more than loose and experienced enough to take a single joint, but he wasn't going to pull her out of her sweet, sweet imaginings.

“Oh..." She blushed and ducked her head. “Oh, Mike..."

Mike grinned but did not reply. His words were not needed for the fantasy as he sat and patted the blanket beside him, his ladies towering over him for only a moment. The power differential was still heavily skewed in his favour, which was just the way it was supposed to be.

“Let's eat."

And, so, they ate. There was food and drink aplenty to enjoy and Mike could only be pleased and impressed in equal terms. It was reminiscent of the picnics that he saw other families taking when he was younger and he was grateful, at least, to be able to enjoy something that he'd missed out on, even if there were bigger breasts involved in what he was experiencing. In his opinion, which was what mattered the most, the presence of their wobbling tits only made it all the better, their piercings showing through the bikinis.

Of course, there was one little thing that showed the dynamic still and it was the leather chokers that could have been said to be collars. With a tiny heart on each, they were marked in a temporary fashion as his even as he toyed with the idea of turning them into tattooed and branded bitches for his sex harem. It was not as if they would complain but that was a thought for another time as he nudged them to get the joints out from their pussies, the weed sending them all into giggles before they even lit up.

Taking a long drag, Mike relaxed and shook his head, marvelling at how far he had come. Rachel didn't seem to know how to smoke, even though he'd caught her smoking more than once in his lifetime, puffing and coughing and laughing harder and harder even as the more 'experienced' Magrathe showed her how to put the spliff to her lips.

“Like this!"

But the thick scent of weed, which was unmistakable for anything else, relaxed them and they ate and laughed and drank and slipped down more and more, the temptations of the body seemingly growing too much for the girls. Magrathe eyed Mike as if in a new light, the joint pressed to her lips as she tongued it, imagining that it was his cock. She didn't know that she'd spent hours on hours sucking his cock so far already and all she wanted was to take his shaft into her mouth, suck it deep, get him all hard and hot and ready for her in the best way possible. She needed him and he knew that too, his lips on hers, tugging lightly and dominantly at her lower one, pulling it out from her face as if he knew just what he had to do to tease her into a frenzy.

Rachel was much the same, though she whimpered, pressing her fingers to her lips as she shrank back, panting lightly. She couldn't breathe, her chest too tight, everything moving too quickly as Mike's hand slipped down to her hip, toying with the string of her bikini. And yet everything was so, so very right as she leaned into him, sharing a look with her sister that spoke more than their words ever could.

“Oh, Mike... We're not..."

“We are, we are..."

Words became muddled and kisses were shared, Mike groping their breasts, a tit or two slipping out of the bikini – well, it wasn't exactly hard to do. Their nipples perked up wantonly and he smirked as he groped and teased them, driving them into a frenzy, gyrating and twisting even as his cock throbbed up in turn. There was only so much that he could take before, of course, his body responded and he wanted both of them more than anything else in that moment alone.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?" He said, playing into the fantasy, although he knew too that there was only one answer they would give. “I wouldn't do it if you were not sure..."

But they kissed him more fiercely for it, moaning and licking his neck, pushing the limits that weren't even there, whimpering and whispering his name over and over again.

“Yes, Mike, oh, yes..."

“Yes, I need it Mike, I need it real bad..."

“It's my first time."

Of course, he knew that they thought that but it excited him all the same, cock perking up even more at the thought of taking someone's virginity. Rachel was laid back as her 'sister' kissed and held her, reassuring her in the moment, her legs tucked up around Mike's waist as he knelt between her lewdly spread legs. The bikini bottoms were so tiny that he didn't even need to remove them to get his cock into her, teasing into her wetness while she wailed and moaned as if it really was her first time all over again.

“Oh... Oh, you're too big!"

That made him flush harder than he was proud to admit with raw, wanton pride. His cock pressed into her and Rachel squealed, toes curling and flexing. Oh... Oh, it was so much, her head spinning, desperate for it, her virginity stripped from her in his experience, the man of her dreams – the man of her sister's dreams too! Oh, she wanted nothing more than to be with him but she had to share with her sister too and let her have her turn, Rachel grinding her hips up against him as much as her controlled mind tried to tell her that she couldn't take it all, not yet at least.

But she did, of course, take his shaft as she had done many times before and whimpered in amazement at the mere fact that her body had been able to swallow it up so readily, a hand on her pussy and rubbing gently. How had all of that fit inside her? She moaned and rolled her head back against Magrathe as her 'sister' held her hand tightly, supporting her and murmuring words of encouragement even as her own need grew.

“Oh... You're doing so well, sweety, now comes the good part."

Of course, that version of Magrathe didn't know what sex felt like, hankering and chomping at the bit for her turn. His cock looked like it was giving her sister so much and, oh, she needed it too, wanting to spread her legs and tease her pussy right there and then, but she was already soaked and desperate, rocking her hips as he powered into Rachel over and over again. How could she possibly wait when she needed him so much?

Mike was not privy to it but their moaning, rocking need sent licking tongues of fire through his veins, a tingling lick of heat that could not possibly be ignored. He moaned and slammed in, leaning over Rachel as her body jiggled and bore his driving thrusts, giving her everything that her kinky, lustful mind wanted and then some. She cried out for more, rocking to him, but she was too inexperienced in her current state of control to do much more than that, biting her lip and rolling her head back and forth as if she simply couldn't control herself.

He didn't care, hammering in over and over again, the lick of the breeze against his skin, bare from the waist down, not too distracting to keep him from his devotion of them. Her pussy closed around him, seeming to draw him deeper, and he savoured every last little bit of the moment, the roll of his hips finding a rhythm. Out there in the open, the melody of birdsong wove in with the burble and splash of the river, all new to him for the art of lovemaking. But there was little loving about how he fucked his mother, letting her scream out his name as he forced her into her first orgasm – or that was what it felt like for her. Giving her everything for the 'first' time filled him with a new sense of power and he barked a harsh laugh, head spinning with lust, driving on and on to his ultimate high.

Oh, he wanted her and there was only so much time and so many thrusts that he could give into her sopping wet cunt, very much not that of a virgin, before his own need crept up on him. It clawed at his mind like a demon that wanted to suck out the very fibre of his soul, panting and heaving, eyes wide and wild with lust. He needed her so much and yet he could barely control himself in a moment that threatened to overrule him, the slap of flesh on flesh growing more and more fervent with every passing moment.

And all Rachel could do was cry out for him, clinging to her sister, clinging to him – anything at all that could root her in place, hold her where she was so that she was not under threat of flying off on her own, drifting away. His powerful rod thrust and ground, teasing up in such a way that she could not stop herself from climaxing even if she'd wanted to, pleasure coursing through her, drawing her body to tension and arching like nothing she'd ever done before. Was that really how good sex could be?

But it was the outpouring of his cum that was the best part, his face scrunching up and then the headiest moan yet rising from his lips, cock seeming to spurt in time with his thrusts. He poured his essence deep into her and she took it all, legs tightening around him to draw him close, holding him any way that he could. His nuts even bumped her arse as he thrust, the string of the bikini bottoms tight against the side of his cock: neither of them cared.

Only when the last drop of his cum was spent into her aching, beautiful pussy did he draw back and let his softening cock ease free in a slop of cum. Rachel moaned shakily and groped her tits, pushing them up and squeezing them together for him. Although she was inexperienced in her current mind, she still could take influence and suggestion from the touch of him, wanting to please, wanting to be good for him, Mike the best fuck she'd ever have.

Yes... She took a shuddering breath. That was true. Her nipples prodded her palms and she pinched them for him even as he grunted and took one into his mouth, tonguing it so wantonly that she could have been forgiven for thinking that he was still horny for her. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and lay there with his cock soft on her thigh, Magrathe whimpering for him, her need growing ever stronger even as he forgot that she really should have been right at the top of his list of priorities.

But he had to recover too and that was okay as she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, touching every part of Mike that he could. It was okay to relax, Magrathe thought, even though a tinge of jealousy for her sister's good fortune in getting him before her, her virginity lost first, did flicker through. That could not be helped, not truly, and Magrathe panted as she awaited her turn, a hand thrust between her legs as she humped and gyrated into her own hand.

Mike, however, could not fail to be aroused by her and kissed her passionately, bearing her back down to the gingham picnic blanket much as he had with Rachel, moaning into her mouth and parting her lips clumsily with his own. His tongue was neither skilled nor experienced but Magrathe could not see him as anything other than the best and most experienced of lovers as she whined for him, clawing and pulling at his shirt, although Mike didn't need that off in order to please her, to deflower her sweetness as she so desperately wanted him to.

That time was due to come too, although he could not take her in the same position as Rachel – she needed her own special first time too, damn it! Magrathe moaned and rocked onto all fours with her buttocks raised wantonly for Mike, an invite that he readily took her up on, cock sliding between her fat buttocks. They jiggled and enticed him in as his hard cock sought out her hole and he even had the presence of mind to pretend that it was hard to find it – she was just that tight!

She had her hand back around her body to help him when he sank home, however, a moan falling from her lips like the first raindrop after a drought.

“Ohhhh!"

And that was it as he snarled recklessly and slammed in, eyes fervent and feverish, drunk on his own sense of power. He was the best, the strongest of them all, and he could have anything he wanted! The luck of it all was that everything he wanted was right there before him and all he had to do was hump and thrust, panting and heaving, taking all that he was due with a groan that made even Rachel moan in turn, fingering her own pussy as his cum drooled thickly from her.

“Please..." Magrathe forced out, lips parted for breath that would not come to soothe the burning in her lungs. “Take...me..."

She wanted to give herself to him completely and utterly even though he did not know what more he could take from her. Rachel's hands swept down her body, her wide, unknowing eyes seeming to take advantage of the moment, although even she would not remember what she'd done afterwards. Watching Mike's face carefully, Rachel squeezed her mother's tits together and, even though he could not see them from fucking her doggy style, he moaned out his appreciation of her covert lewdness nonetheless.

“H-harder!"

Magrathe wanted to be more, to be better than her sister – she had to be! She had to be the best fuck and she shakily ground herself back onto his rampant dick, imagining herself a whore that needed to be fucked. And that's all she was in the heat of a moment that was all too fleeting as orgasm tugged at the back of her mind, demanding attention, yearning for her. She had to let go and her cries startled birds from the trees even as she howled out her pleasure, humping and rocking and losing herself in the moment as she had her 'first' orgasm on a real dick with her sister groping her breasts.

Mike hissed out through his teeth, grateful for the slowness of his orgasm creeping up on him, although the slow-burn had a pleasure to it too that he leaned into. With Magrathe's filthy body before him, he couldn't hold himself back and every stroke he gave sent her into further throes of pleasure, the hypnosis doing its trick of making him seem like the best in the world. And he was that to her, all he needed to be, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as sweat dampened patches under his arms, breath rasping and need rising more and more.

But he would enjoy every last second of it, taking all that was due to him, her pussy grabbing and sucking at him as he ground in, her orgasm springing seemingly into the next immediately. He didn't care – didn't care anymore now that he had his fantasy played out for him. All that remained was to take his pleasure from her too and he growled like a wild beast as he covered her with his body, ignorant to the dried-on food from days gone by that still stuck to her. To him, of course, she was still the hottest woman there.

Besides Rachel, his mother, that was. But he could change between the two of them as he pleased forevermore, control and dominance linked up and hand in hand.

He couldn't stop himself from pouring out his seed again, nuts aching strangely for it, and he squeezed his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. Magrathe howled out another orgasm and rolled her hips at him, however weak the action was in her desperation for his cum. It was all that would seed her truly as a woman, mark her as no longer a virgin, and she would then be able to step forth into true womanhood with her head held high. Well, there may be a fair bit of cum dripping from her pussy too but that was okay as long as she had Mike there, the best of the best, to fuck her, to satisfy her, to make her feel like a real woman all over again!

He bit her shoulder lightly, unwilling to dig his teeth in too much for that was not quite his thing, as he climaxed, hips working lightly, giving her more loving, sweetening strokes as he ground in. He pumped his cock out of time with the shoots and dribbles of semen but that did not matter as she moaned for him, his name on her lips right where it belonged. He spent every last drop of cum he had left into her and collapsed on her back, bearing all three of them down to the picnic blanket in a happy mess of limbs and tangled tresses.

It was just how it was meant to be as he blinked happily up at the canopy of leaves above, a woman on either side of him. Rachel's hand was already on his cock, teasing him, trying to get him hard again, and he let the horny 'not-virgin' do as she willed, his body an object of lust for her that he could only allow her to enjoy. It was his right as their man, was it not, to be adored in that way? Mike certainly thought so!

Magrathe's lips teased over his neck and he grunted throatily, lips twitching with a smile.

“Yes?"

He had never before expected that such a drawl could roll from his lips but, somehow, she drew it from him against all the odds.

“I want you..."

Her breath licked at his neck and he shivered, leaning into her.

“Patience..."

He could hold out a little longer while he recovered, the afternoon still bright and more joints of weed hidden in the bottom of the picnic basket. With a pleasantly floating mind, more fun could be had and Mike had every intention to take all that was due to him.

They could be brats at times but they were his little sex kittens too.