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Hypnotising His Grandmother

Part One

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

David smiled and put his hands back behind his head as his mother drove along, her eyes ever so faintly glazed in her trance-like state. She did not need to slip as deeply anymore, not like she used to, while his hypnosis had been renewed, David's changes to the headphones that had caused the very first instance of her mind control, the change in their lives that would forever affect them going forward. That allowed her to be higher functioning even while under the “sleeping beauty" spell and, to that matter, her hand barely left her cock those days unless her son ordered it to.

He groaned softly in the back of his throat, the little, trembling vibration rolling through his body, softening the edge to more lustful times. His cock throbbed up hard and ready for his mother's attention but Charlotte had been ordered to focus on the road and the drive while she jacked herself off, even though he had not yet allowed her to cum that day. That in itself was difficult enough as he made sure her diet was composed as of many aphrodisiac quality foods as possible, everything to make her want to cum over and over again, her sex-drive completely and utterly out of control. The fact that he had her edge in front of him time after time again through the parts of the day when they were together was another thing entirely and it was not only limited to that as he called her while she was at work to send her to the bathroom to masturbate or even when she was alone in the office, upping the risk factor. For there was nothing that David loved more right there and then than seeing his mother's manicured fingers sliding up and down her hard rod of flesh, controlling and manipulating her gently to his will, though he liked to think that it was for their mutual pleasure.

Either way, she'd do as she was told for him. Charlotte, however, was not the only woman in their family with extra equipment between their legs and his cock throbbed all the more vehemently. He wanted to know, wanted to see, wanted to feel that pleasure for himself – particularly with his mother's mother, who had been a big part of his life in his early years but someone that he had not seen all that much since coming into adulthood. And she would be the perfect second member of his family to be toyed with, although he had already had his mother to be his forever first in that regard.

Of course, he wanted to find out what his grandmother, Grandmother Greta, had in store for him too, which was just where they were off driving to, but there was something about watching his mother's hand working her cock slowly, the pump teasing as if she was trying to draw attention to it. She already had every last bit of his attention while she drove along, though the conversation between them was severely lacking in any manner that may have been entertaining. Thankfully, the visual entertainment as sunshine flashed through the window across his mother's hand and cock was far more alluring, a trickle of pre-cum bubbling up from the tip only to be swiftly smeared by Charlotte's palm as she stroked and stroked.

“Ah..." She struggled with words, duly so. “Are you looking forward to seeing your grandmother...today?"

He smiled, though David could not have said that his own speech was any better when it came.

“Sure thing," he said easily, though his words were shorter and more clipped than they would have usually been. “Been a while... A good while..."

There was little need to talk but it was good too to do so as he watched her hand move hypnotically up and down, a form of control all in itself but one, of course, that he ultimately wielded. Charlotte murmured under her breath but if she had anything more to say it didn't come out as anything intelligible as she let out a moan, hips rocking up even in the car, fortunate indeed that it was an automatic not a manual. Her hand then may have been needed but, for the time being, she could continue to drive even with the spear of her cock leading the way, suburbs dropping away to a more rural span of countryside that was still close enough to the city to commute to the hospital. That was where Greta, his grandmother, worked still, one of the head doctors overseeing intricate procedures, the pride of the family. Truth be told, many in his family had queried just why he had not followed along in her footsteps to go into medicine but, to be fair to his grandmother, she was one of few who defended his choices in life.

Funny that, in the end, it was David who would take her choices away. But it was all for the better, all for the greater good, all for everyone's mutual pleasure in a way that he was quite sure was all for the best.

“It's not far now," his mother murmured, panting lightly as her hips rocked and thrust. “Ah... Nearly there..."

But she could not and would not cum as yet, regardless of the fact that she too was nearly there. She could have, if she had not been under her son's control, but something like that simply did not register to one who was hypnotised and she even spared a moment to flash her son a winning smile, teeth showing and standing out in a gleam of white. Her pale skin contrasted the black hair that they both shared, though hers was longer than his, falling in a straight, primed curtain down behind her shoulders.

The trip was not destined to last forever though and he sucked in a breath that he would need for later, lungs tight with anticipation as his stomach churned. For once, it didn't matter that David was not the most experienced with the ladies, considering that he had everything ready that he could need for such lewd acts, his grandmother soon to be under his control too, although he had so many things in mind for her that they brimmed up all at once, tumbling over one another in their haste to be unleashed.

His mother groaned as they pulled her, cock throbbing, but he was not about to release her need as he handed another, fresh, red ribbon to her, its intent clear after what he had done to her before, what he had had her do for him. Charlotte stared at it as if she had been given something gloriously fine, however, all but clasping it to her chest in adoration.

“Oh!"

“Tie this around your shaft. Do not orgasm until my return."

There was no need for her to reply for his control was complete and he left her in the car to complete his orders, resting assured that she would be there to pick him up again once his time with his grandmother had come to an end. That, however, was something that he wanted to take his time with, only glancing back just the once to see Charlotte still stroking and playing with her ribbon-bound cock as she started the car up again to leave.

She'd be desperate for him by the time her son returned.

Greta was as happy to see him as she'd ever been, smiling warmly, her black hair mostly having faded to grey, although she had been diligent about dyeing it at one time. That had ceased to matter to her in her older age and she said that people in the hospital respected her more for her years of wisdom, a sharp tongue lashing out to keep the youngsters in line, although she kept up with the latest research too like the professional she was.

She offered him coffee and biscuits, the cakes and sweet treats that he'd liked before, but David was more than a little distracted with the weight of what he'd brought along with him resting heavily in his bag. It reminded him, truly, that he was there to do something important, something that would change the course of his relationship with his grandmother forever and all for the better too.

His eyes roamed her body, a floral blouse hiding her figure from him along with her comfortable, house, jeans but he knew already from assisting her with her laundry before that she was a G-cup bra, her breasts surely soft and lightly pulling down with the wisdom of her years. Her job kept her active though so she was in moderately good shape for someone who did not actively work out, something that made him all the more eager to see her shed of anything but her skin, in all her naked, natural glory.

“It's so nice to see you again, David," she said, sitting back in the armchair, her hands folded in her lap. “No one else comes to see me these days, everyone's too busy, or so they say. How they can be busier than me at the hospital – at sixty, nonetheless! – is beyond me!"

“I'd never be too busy for you, gran," he assured her, a glint in his eyes, meaning that more than she realised. “It's not fair for you to stay all the way out here on your own, not after, well..."

That was not something for them to go into, the fact that his grandmother had cheated on Grandmother Greta and left her to raise a much younger Charlotte all on her own. It was a source of much contention within the family with some members, spitefully, calling her a man-hater even though David thought she was well within her rights to not want someone else in her life when so much had gone down in her younger, adult years. He only hoped that he was the man to change that for her, to bring a little more life into her life that had become a never-ending spiel of work and home, all repeated over and over again.

Greta brushed off her skirt and waited expectantly for her grandson. Had he not any news for her? He should always have something for her, something new to say, not like those other nasty souls in her family, grandchildren that did not even deign to visit her most of the time.

Picking his bag up, David kept his smile as even and as natural as possible.

Take it easy now...

“Would you like to listen to some music? I've created a playlist for you that I thought you might enjoy."

His words were casual, too casual, but Greta would have done anything for her favourite grandson, taking the offered headphones as her expression softened.

“Oh, how thoughtful of you... Yes, I would very much like to have a listen."

She picked them up but she was in-tune enough with modern technology through the course of her work to know how to use them, which was, at least, one step that did not have to be fumbled through. Small blessings were indeed something to be thankful for as she slipped them over her ears and waited for her grandson to set up the playlist for her.

“Can I keep them for a while, David – so I've listened to everything?"

David smiled.

“You can keep them for as long as you like."

When the “play" button was pressed, she knew no more, the music rising – only, it wasn't just music. Tones and trials in tapping echoed through her mind, sending her deeper, his own words echoing through, teasing her into the trance so softly and sweetly that Greta would never be any wiser at all as to what had happened. Her gaze hazed over, staring straight ahead, hands falling limply to her lap where they had been holding the headphones in place carefully, though they would not be apt to fall with David there to make sure they didn't.

Those moments of the first hypnosis were all that he needed, taking a breather to soak it all in. She was his from them on and it was time, most certainly, that his grandmother learned what it was to have fun in her life again, even if he had to have a few of his questions answered first of all. It wasn't that bad of a trade-off, surely...

“Grandmother, can you hear me?"

She nodded, looking up at him, a light smile pulling at her lips. The headphones remained in place, her grandson sweating nervously. What if they didn't work properly? But he had to try.

“Now..." He took an unnecessary deep breath, chest tickling with the urge to cough. “When... When did you have your breasts done? Where did you get the surgery done?"

He had not believed that her breasts were entirely natural, of course, for a few years (since he'd been old enough as an adult to know better), although there was still some natural sag and weight to them. Yet it was not from his mind that the answer would come from but from her lips.

“I didn't have an operation on my breasts, only my leg when I was fifteen," she said, clearly and with a gentle smile the whole time. “My breasts are natural."

David's eyebrows shot up.

“That can't be right... How big are they?"

“G-cups," she said, confirming what he already knew. “I do some exercises to help lift my chest but I have not gone through surgery there."

He stared, blinking. That was a revelation indeed and one that very nearly had him drooling on the spot, his cock thickening in the soft containment of his boxer-briefs. He had to keep his cool though, to stay in control, the headphones ensuring that she would remain under his power, her sharp will and wit drawn back, at least for the moment. Greta was a strong woman and a powerful one too (she had to be, considering her line of work) but the gentleness that she showed towards him before was only to be exaggerated as he pushed her on, more questions leaping to his lips, her trance deepening.

“Do you have a cock like my mother, your daughter: Charlotte?"

It was the biggest question he could have asked and he caught himself, without really understanding why, hoping that something else was “big" too. His grandmother paused for a moment, glancing down at her lap, though it was merely a little tic of hers, proving that his newly re-developed hypnosis headphones were doing a far better job that time around of retaining who someone was as a person while they were still under his trance.

“I have a cock too," she said, choosing his terminology. “Like my daughter."

David licked his lips, unable to stop them from tugging up in the faintest of smiles as he nodded down at her clothes.

“Why don't you have a bulge then? It would show if you had male parts as well as female ones."

“I wear special underwear to make sure it cannot be seen and is tucked down, though my body is not compromised from doing this. It is unhealthy to hide it completely for long periods of time but I did in my younger days when wearing suit trousers for presentations and conferences that were tighter around the hips and crotch."

David sat back, heart pounding. So, that was just like his mother then in that regard...

“How do you see yourself?" That was a loaded question but it was merely something that he was curious about, maybe for the sake of his own mind and sexuality there than her comfort. “Are you a woman or something that's both? What do you think of yourself?"

That answer came smoothly, Greta not needing a single moment in which to consider the answer to his question.

“I think of myself as a woman but I enjoy both parts of my body and sexuality alone," she said, her tone even without showing any true preference either way. “This is how I am, just how I am."

And that was more than enough for David who stood with a grin, an eyebrow cocked, knowing that he was well and truly in control now. The headphones had been in place for more than long enough and he snapped his fingers, pointing at her body with a greater sense of superiority than he would have ever before dared to show in her presence at any time. After all, with her sharp tongue and iron fist, he did respect his grandmother, even if their relationship was fairly good in the grand scheme of how their family dynamics all played out.

“Strip. Show me everything."

She did so immediately, her mind seeing nothing wrong at all with what her grandson was asking her to do, even though it was something that should have drawn her up short if she had been at all present in her thinking mind. Everything was normal to her, just another day spent with her beloved grandson, and, of course, Greta would do anything for him, absolutely anything at all. Maybe that was one thing that helped his hypnosis and control over her sink so deeply but it was all by the by, simply as it was.

Her hands moved to slip her blouse over her head and she dropped it aside as her grandson's eyes devoured her, ravenous for the milky paleness of her body. Her hair softened the edges of her features where the wrinkles had been attempted to be smoothed out (on her face and visible areas, at least) through light beauty treatments and serums, though there was steel in the backs of her eyes still that sent David's heart all aflutter with need. Her jeans were better seen as they slipped down and joined her blouse on the floor, her underwear plain and simple in white cotton.

I'll change that later...

_ _

Her underwear, of course, had to come off too and he leaned forward a little as her breasts were revealed to him, lightly pulling down under their own, natural weight but in the very best of ways. He was not all that sure that he would have been able to tell the difference between natural tits and those that had undergone a little work (or a lot of work) but his grandmother surely had to be telling the truth as his cock throbbed to stark and bulging attention. Her nipples were a darker shade than his mother's, a tiny nuance of a detail that sent another thrill of tingling excitement through him, and he stared at her as he nipped at his lip, her underwear teasing down her legs to reveal a lightly haired crotch that was still trimmed neatly. The pinkness of her pussy was hidden by her cock and balls, however, though he would get to both in time, her shaft rising half-hard as her breasts rose and fell with breath, targets in the air between them.

There was so much for him to do and he lusted for her so devotedly that he would not have been able to help himself from exploring her right then and there even if he'd been asked to. No, everything was there for his pleasure and lust, closing the distance between them in but a couple of strides, pulse racing. The sweatiness of his palms ceased to matter as he ran his hands down from her shoulders, across her stomach, taking in the softness of her body as his lust grew with every beat of his heart. He needed her so badly and her tits fell into his hands as if they were meant to be there, even though G-cups were larger handfuls than he was want to manage, a different kind of big to his mother's double-D cups, her body shaped differently in her older age.

His grandmother whimpered softly, rocking back on her heels, though did not raise any objection in the slightest to his actions, hands and arms remaining compliantly and loosely by her sides. There was too much between them to be restrained at that time and his hands floated lower, more confident handling her body after exploring his mother in his own sweet time the first time around. He needed something, the tease of her body testing his limits, breaking through them as he strongly and boldly took her cock in hand, regardless of just how gentle the fold of his fingers around her actually was.

His grandmother moaned lightly and thrust into his hand, her shaft soft and waiting for his attention – any attention, in fact. It had not been used as much as, perhaps, she would have liked in recent years, her work getting to her, keeping her far from the realm of self-pleasure. She murmured lightly as he worked her over, feeling how her soft flesh very slowly hardened beneath his attention, yet it was slower to rise than he may have liked, leading his attention to drift, to wander, all the way back up to her breasts.

Squeezing her tits in both hands, he smiled as he pressed them together into a cleavage, manipulating her body to his will. Even as old as she was, she was still fine, beautiful woman, the sort of woman who should have brought so many men to their knees during her lifetime. Yet all that had been marred and taken from her when life had been turned upside down and it felt quite as if there was very little she could do to change anything about that, even if life was supposed to have been in her hands and her hands alone.

Things were set to change, however, and she moaned as her grandson massaged her tits gently, letting his fingers press into them, leaving soft indents in her skin that swiftly filled as it sprung back into place. He caressed her nipples with almost a holy reverence, letting them perk up against his fingers and palms, the warm, soft orbs something to be treated tenderly even as his lusts rose.

Her shaft was as much of an allure to him though and David simply could not decide just where his hands were supposed to go, squeezing her cock, even exploring her balls. It was only hot for him as she was a woman first and foremost, the thick throb of her flesh rising as tantalising as it was forbidden for a man like him. His shaft throbbed, trapped in his trousers, but he was less worried about that while he had her to rile up, Greta's hips rocking and thrusting, a hot flush creeping across her neck. Her pleasure was evident, lips breathily parted, head tipping back to expose the bare flesh of her throat, not even protected by a hint of silver and gold, naked in all her natural glory for her grandson.

There could not have been anything better. David, however, frowned.

“Why are you only half-hard?" It was petulant to ask but he did it anyway, disliking the fact that, right then, he didn't seem to have as much of an effect on her as he wanted to. “Can't you get fully hard? Your dick?"

“My age and the pills I take make it difficult for me to get an erection," she said clearly, her hands loose at her sides as if standing before her grandson naked was the most normal thing in the world. “I hide my cock with the underwear so no one knows that I am both genders, however they see me."

Ah, well, that made sense but was not something that he could overcome, although things could be a little more difficult to start off with if the pills were still in her system. Maybe even without them getting a boner would be easier for her, though that would only remain to be seen as she stopped taking the pills.

“Well, don't take the pills anymore."

That was the first and foremost most important thing to get out there, something that had to be said immediately to ensure that that would not continue to be a problem. He tapped his fingers on his chin, considering for a moment just how to proceed, for some things could not have been foreseen.

“Go to your bedroom."

It was an order that one may have given someone as a punishment or with an erotic twist and David was treated to a fine view of her arse as she made her way obediently through the living room and walking upstairs ahead of him. The stairs put her round buttocks at the perfect height for him to admire and adore and David was set to do just that as he could not resist a squeeze of a part of her that he had not yet explored, so much remaining even as her half-hard cock led the way as simply and sweetly as it was supposed to.

Her breasts too swung lightly with the shift of Greta's body, a natural sway of her hips prolonging the effect and drawing attention to it even when it was not duly placed there. Her shoulders tilted from side to side even as she walked, affording him a different view of her tits that he appreciated very much, cock twitching, flush full of blood and begging to be used. It would a crime not to fuck her but he had to wait, had to take in all that was there for him to savour right then and there, take his time like he had not for so long. It was fucking his mother and playing with her that had taught him that, at least, that there was time for things like that even when may not have thought so.

Her hand was not idle either as he whispered to her to masturbate, her legs not quite as they used to be as she worked her way up the first floor to the second floor of her house, pumping her half-hard shaft as eagerly as he would have if he'd been close enough to toy with her body. It made it a little more difficult for Greta to walk but that hardly seemed to be something that anyone was worrying about in that moment as he hastened to close the distance between them. Need growing with every step, all he yearned for was her and her body, the dignified older woman who had so many years on her and a luxuriously beautiful body to match, everything he could have ever wanted and more with her huge breasts.

The bedroom was simple for her and made up with pink sheets but that was just something that he was going to half to live with as she paused there and turned expectantly to him. Still stroking her cock, Greta did not stop as she had not been told that she could, David's lips curving up so very lightly in a smile that was even on both sides. It would have almost felt wrong to smirk in her presence, though there were most certainly lewd happenings due to come.

“Do you have lingerie here?" He whispered huskily, barely able to get the words out through the depths of his need. “Anything that will really...show off your assets?"

The words didn't come easily but she understood what he meant as she nodded towards the big chest of drawers at the side of the room.

“I don't wear that but there is my wedding lingerie. It will be too small for me now."

As if that mattered to David.

“Put it on."

She moved fluidly though retained a soft, dream-like quality to her movement, the draw sliding open with a scrape of wood, Greta bending at the waist to withdraw the fine, white lingerie. It was simply cut but designed, as expected, for the supposed purity of a wedding night, a little lace in the right places and mostly silken, gleaming faintly in the low light of the bedroom with the curtains drawn. As they were not blackout curtains, the cream drapes still allowed a little light in, showing off the very best qualities of Greta's body as she slid on the underwear and eased her arms through the straps of the bra.

David was there to do the clasp up behind her, an intimate act in itself, but it no longer stretched as far as it should have. Made to fit her on her wedding night, there was no way to let out any extra fabric for the back strap and hardly any over the top of her shoulders either, forcing him to huff and puff as he wrestled the clasp closed at the back. It was thankfully a fine and light enough fabric to not cut into her too uncomfortably, although it did look very much as if it was at the point of ripping, her breasts pushed up into a heavy cleavage, the rounds of them rising over the top in a way that was a little too much and yet still so tantalising at the same time. At least, that was how David saw it.

“You're beautiful."

She smiled, understanding the compliment but not really what she was to do about it. He was there to do as he willed with her and her body was his, entirely, to do with whatever he wanted. Greta murmured her appreciation softly under her breath as he tenderly moved her onto the bed, directing her onto all fours, clearly not having any desire at all to wait around for the main event. But while her cock was not ready for that kind of fun her pussy was teasingly wet and enough for his shaft as he tugged his jeans down and presented the slightly slick tip to her folds.

Greta trembled, lust flushing through her, her pussy dampening just a little more. She may have been on the older side of the spectrum but it was more than enough for her grandson as he pushed into her, penetrating her with something other than a toy for the first time in years, a moan slipping from her lips, although she had neither any will nor desire to hold it back. He filled her perfectly, head swimming as she simply could not help but think over and over just how good all of it felt, his cock stretching her ever so gently. There was nothing rough or “too much" about any of it, not even as he covered her body with hers, his chest pressed to her back, and fucked her with long, slow, claiming strokes.

David grunted in the back of his throat, passion rising, his throat tight with emotion. It was all he could do not to cum in his grandmother the very moment he eased into her but he had to hold back to get the most out of it. Sure, he could have gotten his rocks off immediately but where would the fun been in that as he took her doggy-style, his grandmother's hands bracing into the soft sheets of the bed, still dressed for early summer. She'd always said that she got warm easily and that was shown as her skin prickled with heat against him, the warmth of his body too much for her even as she ducked her head and moaned wantonly.

“Ohhh..."

He panted heavily as he ground into her, driving harder and faster as her body opened up to him, wrapping around his cock in a velveteen touch. She was different to his mother, though he may have done well to have expected that, her pussy clenching a little more weakly, though that was something too that could be changed if he wanted it to. There were exercises and things that he'd already had his mother doing, if only, in that case, for his entertainment, and his grandmother's pussy was all that he wanted just as it was anyway. She was as she was and that was all she needed to be, David very much feeling like the luckiest man in the world now that he'd gotten to fuck both his mother and his grandmother, although he was yet to cream in the second.

That could be arranged...

Grunting, he ground in, working his hips so furiously that he did not immediately realise that there was a phone ringing. On the bedside table was a second phone ordered for hospital business use, the screen lighting up even though Greta did not even blink to acknowledge it. Her breasts tried to spill out over the bra even as David reared back, hips flush with her backside as she stayed there, trembling, her need rampant even as his heart leapt into his throat and pounded, tightening, constricting.

Should he answer it? What if they needed Greta at the hospital immediately? Could she answer questions in a trance? He hadn't even set up the “wake up" trigger or any triggers as yet! He calmed himself with some difficulty, lips pressed together even as he turned back to his grandmother.

“It's the hospital. Do you need to answer it?"

Please say no, please say no...

_ _

“Yes, I'm the standby doctor on call today."

Shit.

_ _

There was nothing for it and nothing else he could do as he handed the phone to her, her hand closing around it without any realisation dawning in her eyes. Sighing, he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, pinching it lightly as his head pounded.

“Answer it. Answer all questions as normal. Talk as normal."

“Hello, this is Dr Moor."

Well, that sounded normal enough as he panted softly, trying to bring both his breathing and heart rate back to their usual rates – or else he would be the one who found himself in need of a doctor! Once he'd calmed down a bit, it was somewhat more erotic to find himself balls-deep inside his grandmother while she was on a work call, experimenting with shifting and wriggling his hips a little to see what kind of reaction he could get from her. It was more fruitful than he may have expected, a little gasp slipping from her lips before she could hold it back, the person on the other end of the like stuttering as they queried.

“No, no, I am quite alright, do go on. So, the chest pains...started..."

But he made it more and more difficult for Greta to answer the employee at the hospital (he had not caught who it was exactly) by rocking his hips and thrusting gently, testing out the limits of how far he could push her while she was on the call. Leaning over her back, he curled the fingers of one hand quietly, so as not to disturb her unduly, around her shoulder, holding her in place as he thrust slowly but patiently. He didn't need to ramp things up when she was already struggling to keep her words soft and level, all very professional and above board, but Greta's need was there too, shown in the throbbing of her cock as he swore it hardened up a little more.

“So, what you'll need to do is..."

Yet Greta was hardly even sure of what she was saying, on all-fours in her ill-fitting wedding lingerie. In that moment, her cock finally throbbed up to full hardness, shockingly so, the tip even drooling the faintest hint of pre-cum as if she simply could not contain herself. It twitched and bobbed as her grandson's hand snaked around under her stomach, gripping it tightly, pumping it slowly, making all the blood in her body rush to the wrong places as she held her breath, grappling viciously with keeping her head screwed on straight.

She didn't know what she talked about on the phone, her training taking over, which was at least a good thing as he fucked her slowly, her pussy twitching and pulsing lightly around his cock. Part of her pulled, wanting him to leave her alone, but the hypnosis was still settling over her, only tugged askew by the interruption of the phone call, which could really have come at a far better time. His cock throbbed inside her, begging for more, and her body could not help but respond in the best of ways, slickening down around his cock and lubricating itself for him as if she was a far needier woman right then and there than she was.

Greta swallowed a moan. Her grandson made her like that. The very best grandson that she could have hoped for, his shaft fucking her, hips pressed up to hers every time he thrust in to his limit. Such a perfect cock, all she needed... Greta was lost to lust as she rocked back against him, resting on one elbow as she pressed the phone to her ear, not even daring to look back at her grandson. Oddly, the fear in her heart was that she would lose control but little did she knew that she was already so very perfectly under her grandson's control that that simply would never happen.

David leaned over her again, pressing himself as close to her back as he dared. Could they hear his breath down the phone? Oh, that he wished they could...

“Jerk off."

It was soft and subtle enough to be forgiven for something else if someone had indeed heard him but Greta had to heed such a clear and direct order. If her falling, failing, mind saw anything strange in his request she did not show it, her hand finding her cock as she balanced there precariously, only trying to do what he wanted her to do, all as he wanted. With her hand folded around her shaft, it was even more difficult to remain coolly and calmly professional.

“So, what you'll need to do is..."

Greta struggled, breath catching in her throat, shoulders rounding, chest striving to heave. The bra was tight, too tight, but she couldn't do anything about that, the notion to do so not even crossing her mind as her hand worked harder and faster. David hadn't said anything about not climaxing and she panted lightly even as she spoke in a clear-cut, highly professional manner, the only evidence that something untoward was going on the light, sultry sounds of sex filling the air. If they heard down the phone, they did not react, but they could have very well have had more pressing issues to deal with, which would have been an understandable reason to skim over anything that could have been considered untoward in itself.

The call, however, blissfully and thankfully came to an end as Greta set the phone aside with a shaking hand, letting out a long, loud groan that she had been holding back with all of her strength. It had been more difficult than expected as she cried out her pleasure, grinding back against her grandson, utterly unable to contain herself as her passion rose.

“What was...that about?"

David asked her, even as he tried to catch his breath, skin hot and prickling with seedy heat on the edge of orgasm. He thought for a moment that she wasn't going to answer, lips opening and closing as she shook her head.

“I..." She panted, eyes half-closed. “I have to go to the hospital... We should hurry."

That was, of course, a good reason to get going and David would make sure that she got to where they needed to swiftly enough, ramping up tenfold as he slammed into her, the lewd sound of his hips slapping her backside echoing through the bedroom. Tits jiggling in her too-tight lingerie, she cried out, letting him fuck her with every bit of strength he had in his young, still lightly athletic body, buttocks and thighs reverberating lightly with the impact of his thrusts.

She couldn't take it any longer as her pussy squeezed down on him and her moan echoed through the room, ringing through over and over again as she jerked her cock furiously, spending a hot load of cum over the bed. How much of her seed flowed out was not as much as it had come when she'd been a younger woman and the having of that cock was in itself perhaps one of the reasons that she had had her husband leave her so very long ago.

Greta groaned. He'd never been able to get over the fact that she was bigger than him.

But that was all to his loss as her grandson pounded her, dragging her back onto his cock with each and every stroke, reaching for that overbearing high above all else. It seared through his veins in a deafening roar, perhaps crying out and perhaps not, pleasure flooding him with deadly, powerful intent. His cock erupted, balls aching even as they spent themselves in the best way, seeding his grandmother full for their very first time together.

A little cum oozed out around the length of his cock, mixed up in the delightful cocktail of her juices, but he was not about to stop until he was entirely spent, her load soaking into the bed. That would have to be cleaned up later, most likely by her, but there was no time for softness and cuddling in the dreamy afterglow, his mind fighting to understand just what it was that he'd done with his grandmother, just how he'd gotten so lucky when he was down on every last shred of it.

No, there was no time but they could have time later as she got up and he helped her out of her lingerie, thankfully without shredding it. Smirking as he set it aside, David thought that he may very well have to get her measurements to have some nicer pieces ordered for her – pieces that actually fitted her without threatening to rend in two.

For a woman like her should always look her best for her man...

The hospital was not something that David was about to accompany Greta on the trip to and he stood at the front door with her, dressed except for her underwear on the bottom half, which she would just have to go without for the time being. He smirked to think of her getting half a stiffie out in public and trying to hide it but she would be in a little bit of a better position than his mother for the fact that she found it more difficult to achieve a full erection than Charlotte did but it would still be okay, as soon as the pills wore off, he was sure.

“Now..." He spoke slowly and clearly, a breeze lifting a faint wisp of grey hair from the back of her neck. “When I say “sleeping beauty", you shall fall into this trance. Even at other times, you shall be ready for my command. Do you understand?"

She nodded: that was all that was needed.

“And “wake up", shall be your cue to come out of the trance. Soon, you shall not need to be fully entranced to remain under my complete control. Do you understand?"

That was something for later but her nod gave him hope. Under his command, she could not lie, so did that tell him something more about the powers of the hypnosis headphones and all that they could do? Only time and due experimentation would tell in that regard but he was more than eager to take care of that side of things himself, pushing the limits of what could or could not be done, one way or another. He swept his gaze down her body once more, letting his hypnosis sink in like a second skin, flowing through her like the life-force of blood pumping through her veins. Would she ever reach a point in life where she could not live without his control and hypnosis?

His grandmother was sweetly compliant, her personality up to be shaped by him and for him as he admired how her clothes fell over her breasts. While she'd cleaned up quickly, he'd chosen a dress that at least showed off her tits, the curve of them rising through, though he supposed she would soon be covered up by a medical coat or even a gown, depending on what she was needed to do at the hospital. It was not for him to judge there but he could imagine her as he pleased, at the very least, which was something he could take with him even when she was away.

“Take a Viagra pill," he said, though it was almost thrown out there as an afterthought, aware that she needed to get going pronto to the hospital. “Just one. I want...to see what happens to you."

When she nodded and went back in the house to get the pill, on his orders. David could not have quite said just how she had that to hand but it was better than her having to wait until she got to the hospital to procure supplies through some other pretences, although it was interesting to consider what effect he could have on her body with the safe drugs at her disposal there, though it would not have been prudent to push things too far, considering he was not a medical professional himself. David pressed his lips together, hiding a smirk. Maybe a little research, or trusting Greta's knowledge, would do him well there when it came to the sexual and further effects medicine and drugs could have on the body.

Greta came back and he snapped his fingers for effect, intoning her trigger words.

“Wake up."

And, just like that, she was herself again, brushing off her dress and pushing her handbag a little higher up on her shoulder where the strap was not quite sitting right. Her expression clouded faintly as if something came to mind when she was not expecting it but the lingering effects of hypnosis made her more susceptible to suggestion and the suggestion that David gave her was that everything was okay. There was nothing wrong with anything and all she had to do was her job, to get to the hospital and assist those younger than her.

“I'm so happy you can today, David," she said, resting her fingers on his forearm. “But I am terribly needed at the hospital. You can come back another day, can't you?"

“Of course, grandma."

He hugged her tightly, letting her press up against him, though he may have imagined the bulge in her dress as a figment of his very wilful imagination. He watched her leave with a smile on his lips but his lusts sated for the moment, his mother already having been sent a message to come pick him up. The notes of politeness that such a request may have been laced with before were no longer required as he waited, imagining how needy she'd be, how desperate Greta must have already been for such pleasure, warm through and enjoying the afternoon rays of sunshine where he had a moment in which to soak them in.

His mother pulled up and he was not surprised at all to find her cock out and in her hand even though he had not explicitly ordered that from her. It was just another note as to how perfect she was for him, how her body was fit for his purposes and control, the throbbing length of meat in her palm twitching and pulsing, even spilling out pre-cum in testament to how desperate she was. Groaning softly in the back of his throat, he slipped into the car and held up his hand to stay her, if only for a moment, enjoying the show.

There was no rush and there most certainly was no rush to be had while his mind ran amok, admiring how overly productive she was and wondering too whether Greta had been the same in her younger years. There was surely something that she could do to bring herself back to that manner of glory but he did not quite know how he was to help her along there, as she was very much the medical professional, not him. Still, it was oddly soothing to a mind that was busy and excited with new happenings to have something so calming there, a slow stroke that was simple in how repetitive it was.

Could he get both his grandmother and his mother together, he wondered? How much would be possible with the two of them? Was hypnosis total control or, with him, did it only push people to lower their inhibitions and do things that their minds, at least in some way, may have entertained anyway? Only time would tell and he smiled as the red ribbon on his mother's cock caught the light, reminding him, quite clearly, just how far that control had already gone.

“Let's go home, mom."

He'd find out just what Greta had gotten up to in some time, contacting her too, but, for the time being, all he wanted was to admire his mother and her throbbing length of meat, how it pulsed and twitched, denied orgasm all day already. Charlotte moaned open-mouthed, stroking her cock for him, knowing that it was what he lusted for, but even as her need grew she could not find it in her to stop, some otherworldly force that she did not and could not understand pushing her on.

The ribbon bobbed faintly.

She had to. She wanted to.

Her son smiled at her, goading her on, hand working faster and harder than ever as country lanes flashed by. It was just as well that it was a road that she knew, for she was not all that sure that she would have been able to stay on the right side of it otherwise, fingers trembling even where they clasped the steering wheel a little too tightly for true comfort.

“Please..."

What she was begging for not even Charlotte knew but, all of a sudden, she felt like she knew very little. Knowing things was overrated, most certainly when her son was there with her, his eyes on her, adoring her, making her want to push her chest up for him, rock her hips forward for him. Everything for him.

She whimpered and he smirked, resting his fingers on her thigh to shoot a burst of electric tingles through her body. Did David even know what effect he had on her? Charlotte could not have said, though, under his spell, the answer was not one that she was afraid of either.

Her hand worked and he squeezed her thigh, watching how her chest shuddered, rising and fell a little more swiftly with every passing minute. The encroach of lust was not swift but a tenacious dance and he let her work herself up, slowly but surely, into a frenzy that had her gasping and pumping her hips, her feet not even all that stable on the gas pedal anymore. The car being automatic was one thing that it had going for it but they still had to remain at least somewhat in control of it, for their lives too if not for the sake of others.

Sighing faintly, David released her thigh from his increasingly tight grip, the tiny indents on her bare leg slow to fade in the absence of his fingers. Without his touch to rile her up, Charlotte could just about manage to continue stroking her cock under his order, her need high, a panted whisper convoluted on her lips. Although he strained to hear, his mother's words were not intelligible, a garbled expression of lust that his heart rose for.

He wondered how Greta was getting on at the hospital...