FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Teasing Out Hypnosis

Chapter Two

---

Part One

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

_ _

_ _

Agatha rolled over with a moan, blinking slowly as sunshine streamed through the windows. It was the best kind of morning but not because it was light and airy in the bedroom, even with the touch of winter on the air, but because Steve, her grandson was there with her. He was all that she needed to feel safe and settled, even in her old age, though something had changed between them since he had moved in with her to attend college, working his way through his courses after his gap year. The time when he was away from her didn't seem to be of any importance in the sanctity of her mind but simply seeing his tousled hair on the pillow beside her was enough to soothe her back to sleep, sleeping in when, otherwise, she may have found herself up and scrabbling to rush through with a day that could come at its own pace.

Steve dictated what Agatha did and if he wanted to sleep in, well, that was just what the two of them were going to do. She smiled, eyes closing. Was that not what retirement was all about?

He'd shown her a softer way of being and a lighter way of living, something that she had never before quite imagined would be hers. Agatha's body was bigger than it used to be but it suited her well, her breasts heaving and sagging under their own weight, though to say that the rest of her body was chubby would have been a very polite way of putting it indeed. No, Steve made sure that she was well-fed at all times and she couldn't complain one bit about the way he treated her, letting him spoon her right there and then and grind his hard cock up between her legs, sliding slickly through the soaked, dripping lips of her pussy. It was always like that those days but the tuft of grey hair, a little wiry, at her crotch once again needed shaving or trimming down.

Although Agatha could have spent all day with Steve in bed, there were other things to be gotten on with and she let him rouse her when he was good and ready with his cock in her cunt, slamming her to a screaming orgasm that should have disturbed the neighbours if her house was not set away from them. But that was wrong, it should be Steve's house, everything for Steve, everything in her grandson's name. He was such a fine, young man and she had to do right by him, crying out his name over and over again as he ground and humped into her, her cries rising to the ceiling and even out the coldly cracked window, letting a whisper of a chill into the bedroom.

Despite how good her grandson was in bed with her, of course, there was still entertainment to be had with others and she sat cross-legged (the best she could) on the floor, a Scrabble board laid out before her and Steve. The twist was, however, that three of her friends were with them too and she giggled as they dug their hands into the cloth bag that contained chips with painted letters, the key components to the game that, truly, was ever so enjoyable with good company.

It was much more comfortable to be naked while playing the game though, the plush carpet tickling her backside as she squirmed in place, eagerly tipping forward over the board as her breasts swayed. They could not help it, of course, without a brassiere to keep them in check but Steve preferred her to be naked if he wasn't dressing her up in something fancy. Such a good boy he was to buy her such pretty new things! She'd have to give him some money next time she remembered to pass it on to him, just so he too could get something nice for himself, treating himself as well as he treated her.

“Oh, oh!"

Her friend, Sarah, grinned and fussed with her tiles, making a word that Agatha did not recognise, making her raise an eyebrow.

“What, pray tell, is that?"

Her voice warbled but, well, that was not entirely incredibility at how Sarah was concocting words and adamantly demanding that they be accepted into the Scrabble rulebook but partly due to the vibrator rammed up into her pussy. As much as she squirmed and pressed down on it, it wasn't going anywhere and neither did she want it to, though Agatha didn't know what she wanted in that regard either. It was right and it was wrong and it made it harder to play the game than ever, her fingers trembling as she tried to work the tiles, turning and turning them as even the letters that she'd known since she'd been a little girl no longer failed to make any sense.

“How is college going, Steve?"

Mai Ling smiled, though it was a wobbly sort of smile, her hips rising and falling, ploughing her pussy down on the vibrator as if it was the last thing in the world that she wanted her attention to rest with. But, in her case, it was not just a vibrator filling her tight pussy that she had to deal with but a plug in her anal passage too, filling her nicely and pressing up against the vibrator through the wall of soft, warm flesh between her pussy and backdoor entrance, a delectable sensation that she had not experienced before Steve had brought her into his fold. Her eyes narrowed almost to closing, the tighter features of her Asian heritage making her seem like she saw nothing when, really, she saw everything and personally felt that she experienced the world all the more powerfully from her slightly shorter, diminutive stature. She would always be the woman, the Mai Ling, that everyone looked to for advice, at the end of the day.

And just what was his fold? Agatha's eyes swept the room, the game board blurring and going out of focus as she tried to think clearly, tried to understand, tried to think of what was happening, whether it was right or wrong or something else entirely. It didn't matter though, like so much else in her life, something tugging on her mind as much as she tried to follow the silky thread through to sweet completion.

“It's going well," Steve said, smiling as he sat back against the sofa, enjoying the lower vantage point of seeing all four of them naked – as well he should! “We're starting a new course after Christmas and I'm sure it will be very interesting. But not as interesting as spending time with you ladies."

Oh, he was a suave one, a real gentleman! Agatha groaned and tried to say something but all that broke from her lips was another moan as her pussy clenched down on and rippled around the thick, pink vibrator, teasing her to completion. She could not remove it and yet it was there to stay, orgasm rising and thrumming through, making her lose track of where she even was in the game, casting a hand of tiles down in a clattering arc.

“Agatha!"

Her third friend – well, friend that was there at that particular time – went by the name of Yennifer, though there was some rumour in the grapevine that she had not always been Yennifer, which was strange enough in itself to know. She was dark-skinned though and gleamed with a shimmering glow that bragged of how well she looked after both herself and her body, something that Agatha could have been very jealous of even then. She moaned loudly though, not even trying to play the game that Steve had so very kindly set up for them, simply going through orgasm after orgasm on the vibrator that, at that moment, gave her so much pleasure that it was all she could do to cling tenaciously onto some minor sense of her own reality.

Yennifer groaned. She couldn't stop Agatha from crying out in pleasure and the rest of them could do nothing either, moaning and grunting thickly, saliva pooling at the back of their mouths so that they didn't quite manage to enunciate correctly. Agatha whimpered but another orgasm rippled through her as she managed the word, 'ELEGANT', for a triple word score, but not even the fact that she'd just gone and won herself the game was enough to ease her down from the peak of a high that exploded through her body, pulsating and driving and claiming her mind as if it had never been snatched up and away before.

She was lost and she never again wanted to be found, drifting and floating, shared laughter ringing in her ears, her friends tipping and swaying, talking to Steve about college, his courses, what the food in the school canteen was like. It was a cafeteria now, she should have said, but her pussy clenched and squeezed down on the vibrator as if it was trying to pull it deeper still up into her body, needing it and wanting it all. She had to climax and she had to let it come, screaming and howling and letting her grandson's arm go around her, just so that she had something to anchor her in place while she climaxed, writhing and twisting, although she didn't really move all that much at all. It just felt like she did.

“Is there a pot of tea on, grandmother?"

Steve spoke formally but it was hard to say anything against that when she cried out in pleasure again, pointing shakily to the kitchen, though it was hardly as if Steve was going to get up and fetch it. That was for her to do.

Yes... Yes, all for her, only her. She had to do it all, to please Steve, to do good for Steve, something about him making her eager to please him, to look out for him, though she could not explain to even herself just how their relationship had ended up like that. Wobbly on her legs, she swayed and stumbled to the kitchen in her bare feet, holding the vibrator up inside her with one hand. Yet she could not bring everything back with only one hand and had to clench down as hard as she possibly could so as not to let the toy drop from her during the progress of her return, lips pressed together even as another orgasm teased through her, skin glowing passionately.

“Ah... Oh... Ohhh... Here you gooo!"

That wasn't what she'd meant to say or how Agatha had wanted to say it but it would have to be all well and good as she set down the tray of tea and cups, the light china that Steve seemed to like, though it was not her rose-patterned set. It didn't matter. Something pushed the thought from her mind even as the vibrator inside her switched up into overdrive, the controller in Steve's hand – of course, she knew about that – helping him tease her so beautifully and wonderfully.

Some part of her mind, however, would not quite let go of the memory of that rose-patterned tea set, the little sauces and cups and pot that were so daintily delightful. That hadn't come out since he'd moved in with her and her heart burned for it, wanting it even then, though not even Agatha could have explained why she wanted it all so badly at that particular moment in time. For heaven's sake, it was just a tea set, after all – what importance could that hold for anyone?

Closing and unclenching a fist, she tried to focus on the game, the words and letters blurring before her eyes, crisscrossing the board. What were they doing? And why did she feel so strange, like she wasn't even really present there? The doorbell bid Steve to answer and he passed by her with a hand brushing her head, the grey locks of hair hanging shimmering and straight down to her shoulders. It was normally curly and wafty... So, why was it different?

Fight back... The thought rose up through a cloud of passion, Agatha's lips parted. Could she do that? Was there even anything for her to fight back against? She could not tell and squirmed on the vibrator, watching her friends, the rise and sway of their tits even making her come to a greater high, heart pounding, the din of blood against her eardrums driving her to deafness.

“Hey, Steve."

Her grandson smiled, though she couldn't see which of his friends he'd brought over, not that it really mattered. They were all one and the same and they all had the same likings too, everyone getting on very well. But the way that the men stalked into the living area and seated themselves on the sofa behind her and her friends set her hackles up, back stiffening, though the dildo inside her throbbed up hard and ready, the pulsing of the vibrations almost like that of a real cock in the headiness of it all.

No... No, there was no sense in doing something silly, she decided, slipping back down softly into the game at hand, enjoying herself. Whatever she'd thought she needed to fight against didn't truly exist and it had been very silly, so very silly, of her to think that she needed to in the first place. Maybe she just wasn't getting enough sleep?

The vibrator inside her, however, would be more than enough to wake her up in that case and she cried out passionately, tipping to all fours, Steve and his friends seated with smirks on their faces, controlling everything. Any semblance of playing the game or continuing anything like conversation went straight out the window as they wrecked the board, every one of the ladies twisting and contorting, trying to do everything they possibly could to grind those toys deeper and deeper up inside them.

Agatha needed it all as much as them too – Yennifer and Mai Ling and Sarah. They were the ladies, the friends, that had always been there for her and she couldn't have left them out of her life if she'd been ordered to, the bond that they shared surpassing all else. They would be there for her, her good friends, though she couldn't remember all of the things that they'd experienced. Her head greyed out, fog sweeping through, curling around her mind. What had they done? Had she really been friends with them for that long, after all?

But she knew them and it was Sarah's moan of pleasure as she slipped down onto her side, leaning heavily on the sofa, that made her forget all of that, humping and grinding, a whimper on her lips. She needed it and rocking down on the toy was all she wanted, her grandson on the sofa with Steve controlling just how the vibrator acted inside her. She knew his name, his name was Trevor, but the eyes of everyone on her was all that she wanted and craved, on public show and exhilarating in it. It was not as if she could not see those around her but that she wanted them all to press in all the nearer to her, demonstrate their lust, passions rising with the thrum of her orgasm.

The grandsons... Steve, of course, and Mai Ling's son, Cheet, was there too, smiling slyly as if he knew something she didn't. She didn't like that about him but, well, he was Steve's friend too. And who was the other one, the dark boy that was lanky and tall... Mark, was it? Mark, it had to be Mark. Steve and Mark and Cheet and...Trevor, yes, Trevor. She could not forget Trevor, the men bearing different nationalities, bar Trevor and, of course, Steve too, alike and different in their studious demeanour at the same time. Agatha groaned, lips parting. They must all have been working so hard at their studies that they just needed to let off a bit of steam!

It was the pulse and vibration in each and every one of the elderly ladies, however, that was the true control of the situation at hand. They set them all to vibrate in a cycle, trembling and pulsating, a feeling of helplessness washing over all of them. They could have moved, of course, and yet they couldn't get the thought into their heads, teasing their limbs into action, shifting and grinding, passion thrumming through. Even Agatha was gone in the moment, moaning loudly, leaning back against the sofa and Steve's legs, her grandson reaching down to fondle her breasts.

And, oh, how there was a lot of them to fondle, a squeeze and a grope simply not enough for him to take and abuse from her in the moment. She didn't see it as abuse, of course, her drama and lust allowing her to push on, growling in the back of her throat as if, even then, Agatha thought that she deserved more. There was something more that he had for her, something that he wasn't giving her, something that he could be giving her if only he loved her, his dear, old grandmother, enough. But what was it?

His fingers dug into her tits, lavishing attention on them, and even that nuance of angst and frustration in her heart was lost in the course of yet another orgasm, squirming and grinding down, lips parted in passion that simply could not and would not be contained. She didn't know what on earth she would do if she had been asked to contain it, heat rippling through her skin, flushing her bare tits under his grasping, groping touch, yet it was not her battle to fight as she panted hotly, lips a little too dry and yet still parted for his attention.

Everything she did and was, of course, was all for his attention. That was all she was there for, everything for him, though she was the one who felt, still, that she had to do everything. What was up with that? She murmured under her breath, chest wobbling, though his hands were there to steady her breasts. How thoughtful of him, how kind of her grandson to do that for her. He really was always thinking of her even though it seemed like her mind didn't know where to go or what to do, yet not only at that moment in time.

One orgasm after the other and a distinct lack of conversation was how the rest of the afternoon and even into the early evening was to progress, none of the ladies concerned as to how their stamina kept them going on and on. It was Steve, of course, that made it possible for them and just another reason that they all had to get down on their knees and thank him, though that was something too that would not come until his influence extended over them again, teasing them into position, warmth radiating through.

Yet it would not go on forever as Steve's attention was fickle and, well, the world being his plaything afforded him so many opportunities that he sometimes did not know what to do next. But Agatha didn't know that. All she needed to know was how her breasts felt in his hands, how he squashed them together, tweaked her nipples, sending little, rippling waves of pleasure through her body. Agatha moaned, unaware of anything that was going on around her, pleasure radiating through, ecstasy rising like the pump of blood through her body. The sounds of her pleasure were echoed through the room and she twisted, trying to get closer to Steve, clawing at him, his clothes, begging for more even though her words were lost in her cries of delight.

An afternoon of ecstasy and an afternoon of bliss. What more could Agatha have wished for with Scrabble scattered across the floor?

If only she knew then what more delights that Steve had in mind for her.

*

Steve smirked as the others left, the guys from college that had become his friends mainly because, well, they had grandmothers in the same city. And, for what he wanted to do to his new local area, that was more than enough for him to bring them under his wing, tweaking and twisting their minds enough for control, the luxurious teasing of hypnosis. Of course, they wouldn't know that they were hypnotised as they slung their legs over their bikes, what they'd brought around after he'd ensured that the ladies, the grandmothers, were set up playing Scrabble as he wanted them to be. It had all been staged entirely for his pleasure and the afternoon was not something that he could have said could have gone any better than it had already.

The men, Trevor and Mark and Cheet, all wore leathers, though their grandmothers were naked bar their leather boots, which was all that Steve had deemed they needed. Perhaps it was reckless but – aha! He had something in mind for that, something that he would be able to pull off well enough, demonstrating for them how he could sit on his own bike (even though it was mostly something that still belonged to Agatha) with his cock inside her pussy. He only had to pull his jeans down far enough to show off his cock, hard already, to get it inside her but he'd ensured that his friends too had custom leathers that let their dicks out easily, which was all the better for their pleasure.

Agatha groaned as he ground up inside her and, as she was, of course, still naked too, he took the chance to grope and squeeze her tits, rolling and massaging them, letting her nipples poke up against his fingers. With the cool lick of the breeze, it was easy enough for them to perk through his fingers, teasing and enticing, making him want to drag Agatha back inside as soon as possible, even though he could have had her right then and there. He wanted to take her properly though, to cover her like his body was supposed to be on top of her, groaning and humping, grinding up deep as her juices flowed out even over his legs and the seat of the motorbike.

The others mounted their bikes and their grandmothers respectively, though they would not have any concern about riding home in such a state, the flush of orgasm still upon the grandmothers. Mai Ling was the worst of them, even with the light tinting her coloured skin, the hue of her striking through, a glowing embrace rising through her body. No one could have suspected her of doing anything but having sex in that moment, everything painted obviously across her face as her grandson fondled and groped her tits.

“Ohhh!" She groaned, rolling her head back, though she had to put her hands on the handlebars, supporting him lightly. “Oh my... Oh!"

Yet an orgasm was hers to claim at that moment and she moaned loudly, grinding back on her grandson' cock as he grunted, cock twitching inside her even if he was not quite yet able to get off at that moment. He could, of course, on the way home but that was soon to come as he held her tits in both hands, letting Grandmother Mai Ling steer the bike as they kicked off and zoomed at a somewhat shaky pace from the grounds of the house, as small and neat as they were. It was something, at least, for the sake of privacy that was, truly, no longer needed, and Steve stayed on his own bike with Agatha with her tits heavy in his hands, her chubby body squeezed luxuriously up against his, as they drove away, letting his cock drool into her.

Her breasts were such a lure, even as Agatha moaned and leaned back into him, murmuring what fun it had been to play the game, just how much better he had made it, in the end, for her and her friends. It had been something she'd never played before, though the truth of that was something that only Steve knew, having slowly extended his control over the local area, though he had not yet controlled the entire city. It had been an easier feat than he'd imagined to spread his influence thinly enough so that, at the very least, the sexual acts taking place in public now seemed normal to everyone, so very normal, in fact, that no one even batted an eyelid at them anymore. And that, in itself, was a good thing for a man who wanted to go about his business without anyone stopping him, seeing just what creatively devious heights of lust he could push his grandmother to over and over again.

They waved them off with a smile and Steve gave her tits one last squeeze. Unfortunately, there were still things to be done with the day as the evening dipped into the soft glow of sunset.

“We should go to the store," he said, an eyebrow raised. “There are a few...things that I'd like to pick up."

Well, there were but it was more the mode of transport that had him more randy than ever, cock pulsing even as she slipped off him. It would have made sense to get the car as Agatha clearly wanted to do but, well, he had a kinkier idea in mind. Snapping his fingers, he imperiously pointed to the bike and she obediently slipped back into place, even though she could not help but look just a little bit confused. What did he want from her to be going on the bike again? That wasn't right. It didn't seem right between her legs even as she squeezed her thighs around it, holding it closely and tightly, breath catching in the scratchy back of her throat.

He pushed up behind her and something in her pushed back against him, letting him take her tits in his hands as her mental self, her emotional self, swam up and up and up towards the sky. There was no water but she was drifting and floating all the same, searching for that shattering ceiling through which something in her told her she could break through even as his cock found its home inside her and a moan broke from her lips.

No... No, that was right, right where it needed to be, and that was okay too. She needed that and she grunted as he squeezed her breasts, heart beat fluttering to his touch. It was all a woman like her needed, always needed, passion thrumming up and through, the holy divinity of it all something that she would sing the praises of time after time again. All she needed was him, her grandson, the warmth of his hands on her and the leathers pressing into her back, dressed for the occasion while she was duly undressed. Licking her lips, she squeezed down as much as she could around his cock, grinding her buttocks back into his crotch. That was all the way it was supposed to be.

Steve let the wind caress his face as they rode to the store, though his mind was taken up by other, hotter matters. It was strange, to him, how so many different sensations could all stand out and up to one another in stark definition, the heat of his grandmother's pussy around his dick making his concentration waver. It was a good thing that his mind control didn't affect her concentration all that much, or at least not to an extent where it would cause her to do something truly dangerous like swerve off the road or something like that. Death was not something on his agenda by any means, as much as he relished the thrill of it all, the roar of the motorbike as they pounded down the street, fighting the pull of gravity that so very terribly sought and strove to hold them back.

His cock exploded within her but it was a sensation that he could not close in or focus in on, breathing heavily and yet snatching what greedy gulps of breath he could down into his lungs. Steve could not differentiate one orgasm from the next as he howled out his pleasure, knowing that there was no one in the city that would stop him from what he was doing, the bike roaring by a park with his grandmother's tits clasped in his hands. Leaves scattered down around him and he threw his head back, not even needing to pilot or direct the bike in the slightest, blinking tears of joy from his eyes, moisture dripping down his cheeks. A stronger man than he would not have been able to wipe the grin from his face, teeth showing in a feral gasp of raw glee.

It was everything he'd ever wanted and more, so very much more. He could do anything, fuck anyone, and yet Steve was only just getting started in a world that was opening up to him like a rare bloom, sprinkled in moonlight. With his grandmother's pussy twitching and pulling around him, her lips parting in a whimper of orgasm, Steve clung to her all the more ferociously, pushing the limits, tweaking her nipples, getting her to moan and groan and make all those so very wonderful sounds that he'd gotten used to and adored so very much.

The bike trembled beneath them with vibrations and he growled into her ear, his cock driven up inside her to the hilt, not a scratch of his pole left outside the warmth of her cunt and pussy-lips. And he wouldn't have wanted it any other way either as he humped and ground as much as he was able in such a position, breath heaving, catching, needing more – though he knew he wasn't getting it. Any tightness lingering in his chest would have to wait until later to be released, for he had a far more potent release still to spill into his grandmother, her pussy wet and slick and sloppy with his seed while he craved more, always more.

“Everyone should travel like this!" He shouted, throwing his words to the open air as if that would breathe some manner of fresh life into them. “This is aaaamazing!"

He shouted for the sheer hell of it, heart pounding, cock pumping, load after load spilling into his grandmother's hot cunt, the only hole that he wanted his cock to be in. There were other pleasures too to be had but those could come in time and, well, if he had been forced to make a decision himself on that matter, he most certainly would have chosen her pussy too. There was nothing like the velveteen wetness of it closing around him, massaging and pulsing, her passage tight when her muscles engaged and yet otherwise beautifully slippery with a hint of looseness. There was not much that could be done about her age and the teasing of time on her body, after all, but he could push her with his control to do exercises that got her cunt to tighten up again, demonstrate even more muscular control that would all, in the end, be for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

It wasn't something that could be played out to the entire city but, well, only Steve had to have his fun. Everyone else was simply a pawn to his sexuality that he could pleasurably use and abuse for his own personal gain while they went about their normal lives, not evening knowing that anything was any different with the young man riding down the street on his motorbike with his grandmother. It didn't even catch anyone's attention anymore and that was just the way it was supposed to be, letting him fly under the radar and lust after his own pleasure while the rest of the world carried on. He didn't need to make a spectacle about it.

He was the only spectacle that he needed to see himself playing out.

The problem was that he almost forgot entirely about going to the store, the ruse of picking up something falling apart as soon as the funfair came into sight. It was set aside on a large playing field between the football posts and he smirked subtly, the child in him leaping to the occasion, wanting to press on even though it was not inherently sexual. He, however, could make it so, if the inclination took him.

“We're stopping here."

He had to raise his voice to be heard but the exertion of his influence over her was enough that his meaning carried through, regardless. It was something that was becoming quite handy as he never had to repeat himself or be asked to repeat himself when she didn't hear, despite her age and deteriorating hearing. And yet Steve could not help himself from stroking down the sides of her body as she parked up the bike and slipped off, the folds and smoothness of her chubby frame more than enough to make his heart flip and twist in the very best of ways. Even though people screamed for the hell of it, cars parked up haphazardly, the funfair was quieter in the middle of the day and a sign by the entrance denoted it, however wonkily, as an adults-only affair until schools let out later that day.

Steve grinned. How fortunate.

He took her on his arm as they sauntered into the fair, the colourful stalls set up just like the ones of his childhood with so many games that he could barely contain himself. There were prizes to be won too, oh such big prizes, and he showed off for her – though only have slipping out his net of influence a little wider just to ensure that anyone new at the fair would not find anything odd about what he was doing. He didn't have any intention of being caught red-handed by any means, though it would be something more than a little difficult to prove if anyone actually wanted to try to claim that he was forcing his grandmother to do anything when, well, he could have her say or do anything at all he pleased.

The lines had blurred and not in a good way, though that was hardly something to concern a man who was solely set on taking what he thought was his due. He could press on and saunter through the fair as if he owned the whole thing, someone tottering past him on stilts while he laughed and wondered just how Agatha would fair on stilts. Probably should start her off on a pair of really daring, shockingly so, high heels first of all. Would his control manage to influence her balance too? In that regard, there was only one way to find out...

He passed Agatha her purse and she bought them sweets and hot dogs and treats that would have surely have made a child unwell with the sheer volume of richness and fattiness, though that was something that they, as adults, could contain. She kept up with him well too even as he explored, relishing in the freedom of, quite frankly, not giving a damn what anyone thought of him, although it was surely a step too far for an adult to show as much childish glee over things as Steve was at that very moment in time. It was for him though and that was something that had fallen by the wayside during the course of his studies, nose to the grindstone, for too many years.

He shivered, the past cool in the back of his mind. He hadn't even gotten the chance to go to the fair after that time his grades had slipped – just a mistake, something that had been fixed quickly enough – and his mother had banned him going forward by way of punishment. It was an overreaction but one that he'd never forgotten and cemented in place still by the fact that he had not been permitted to go to one since, to make sure he knew why he'd done wrong. Steve sighed and shook his head. To an adult, that didn't make sense, but he supposed his mother had done as good as she had been able to, with little more to it than that.

A scream turned his head and his lower jaw dropped, cock throbbing within his leather trousers, though it was merely the pulse of anticipation, adrenaline tingling through him. A rollercoaster – now, he hadn't actually seen one of those in years still! The carriages were plastered in bright, primary colours but it was a fairly good one for being present at a funfair that, at least seemingly for some portion of the year, was travelling, though he supposed that that rollercoaster was a more difficult one to move if they had wanted to set it up more permanently in another location. The track was tight and winding, whipping the passengers from one side of the carriages to the other, even threatening to turn upside down before turning around and around in a corkscrew, the dips and loops stealing his breath as he watched the course of it.

What he did not know, however, as he watched the progress of it in childish awe, was that his grandmother was pulling, twisting away from him even then. Things had to be maintained and he could grow complacent in his own control of her, forgetting that some measure of his influence did indeed have to be exerted over her at all times in order for things to continue on as he wanted them to. Agatha took a breath, filling her lungs for the first time in what seemed like so very long, looking around herself wide-eyed as if she was finally seeing what was there.

A fair? What was that? Why was she there? What were they doing? Her lips pressed together tightly, though she did not yet recognise her own nudity. There was something wrong with that, yes, very wrong indeed, and she didn't want to waste time at something that didn't interest her. Maybe there was a show on TV that she was missing, yes, something that she could enjoy. She didn't have to worry so much about the cleaning with her grandson there staying with her but there was something strange about that too, a lacking of any sort of memory with him picking up a dish or holding the vacuum cleaner. Her chest tightened. Had he been freeloading off her all this time? Really? Was that what had been going on? His studies couldn't have taken up that much of his time!

But the thoughts going around her head would not slip to her lips as much as she opened and closed them like a fish out of water, a soundless gape that didn't even help squeak a drop more air into her lungs either. As much as she seethed and twisted in anger, it was a quiet sort of frustration that ran through the cracks in her mind like water, one fury teasing into the next. The dishes. The cleaning. His studies. The spare room hadn't been made up. There was a towel on the floor in the bathroom. Had he even been keeping up? Did her daughter now expect her to make sure that her adult son kept up with his college studies with her? Oh, that simply would not do!

The cold teased her nipples, bare to the world, but his slip on control was not so that she even realised, even then, that she was naked, heaving and puffing and pushing out her chest as if she was gearing up to let him have it. And yet there was still very much nothing at all that Agatha could do about her current situation and predicament, out in the open with the eyes on the world on her, following the steps of a man that was magnetic, drawing her to him. It would have been wrong to waver from the path behind him as he led her towards something bright and flashing, the signs glaring, the old woman managing to pause for only a moment as she read the sign, her eyes wide. Of course, his control dragged her on and Steve glanced back at her, a faint line furrowing across his brow as he wondered just what was going on back there.

“We need to go on this," he said with a grin, oblivious to what was actually going on for her. “Won't it be nice? So high up, looking down on everyone..."

He trailed off, forgetting to mention the feel of having his cock in her while they were flying along, how the cold air would whip around her breasts. How hard could her nipples, in fact, get when she was really turned on? Steve groaned softly in the back of his throat, the level of sound something that could well have been hidden from passers-by if needed. Now, that was a thought indeed that he would have to probe more deeply into, check out to see just how deliciously it was possible. Yet there was so very much more that he wanted to explore that it was the ones immediately available to him that, duly, caught his attention first and foremost. His generation, after all, were said to have a rather shorter attention span than most but he didn't mind how his mind liked to jump around. In a way, it just was the way he had to be, who he'd become. And he was only just learning that who he was as a man was not such the bad thing, entirely, that he'd been led to believe before.

“Come on."

He took his grandmother's arm and tried to lead her forward as she stood there, back from the queue, staring at him. Something was not registering and her blood pumped furiously, sending an angry flush into her skin, chest heaving rapidly. It was all he could do, torn between two equally delicious actions at the same time, to not focus entirely on the sensual roll of her breasts and how they swayed, to take her forward, to reach for her mentally and take her right along with him too.

“We're going to ride this."

Maybe he just had not been clear enough but Agatha's scowl, lips twisting darkly for but a moment, told a different tale, Steve immediately flooding her with his mental influence, imagining her bending to his will, doing just what he wanted her to do. Of course, there was more finesse to it than that but he could not quite catch her in time, his grandmother's gasp so sweet that, even with all that was going on, the loss of his control, he could not help but admire the curvy beauty of her body right there and then. How much heavier her breasts had become since he'd incited her to eat more and more was not something that he could personally measure but he could tease the rolls of her body with his eyes alone, admiring the shape of a woman that he had lusted after for far, far too long to be denied it all while she pushed back against him.

She'd always been pushing. His hand balled up into a fist, eyes firm. It was Agatha's time to be the one pushed.

Her mouth worked, struggling with words, horror tangling with desperation, both wanting to obey and run away at the same time. Yet Agatha could not do all, could not do everything, had to make a decision, her mind drifting and sinking, pulling her down and down and down...

Just where was she again?

“Oh, Steve!"

Frowning, she shook her head and turned away, the rollercoaster not holding any appeal for her. Why, she'd never even been interested in those things when she'd been a little girl and they had the carnival down by the pier!

“No, no, no," she said as sternly as felt possible for her, trying to draw herself up but not quite managing to push her shoulder blades back, feet moving, an irrevocable traipse of obedience that had to come one way or the other. “I can't do that, I won't do that, the rollercoaster is too big for me, I'm far, far too old for something like that now."

“You're coming this way."

And, oh, she should have known that she had to, that there was nothing she could have done to strain back against him. There was only Steve and only his will, a man who had to be obeyed at all costs and, well, he was the one cost above all else in the world. She smiled faintly, trepidation and anger slipping away, though it would remain locked up in the pit of her soul to rear its ugly head on the course of another day, anger bristling where it could be secured.

Yet what was locked up could be unlocked too and Steve should have done well to recognise that. Alas, he was a young man and it was hardly usual to receive any course of tutelage in the fine art of mind control, leaving its application to clunky, stranger means that did not always go with the delicacy of the mind.

Still, as it was, it was the best situation that Steve could have hoped for as she walked more amenably by his side, close enough that he could keep an eye on her, which was more than both reasonable and needed.

“Oh, wait..."

Chuckling, he slapped his forehead lightly with the palm of his hand as if he'd forgotten something. Of course, it was a ploy for he would not have expected her to ride the rollercoaster in her current state, as nice as it would have been too to see her grey hair whipping and floating about her should as the wind and tipping of gravity took their toll on both her and her body.

“I'm cold," she said, reminding him of his purpose, even if indirectly. “Steve, my chest..."

A hand went to her breast, making it all the more difficult to realise why he was there and why he wanted to concentrate, why he wanted to cover up her beautifully thick, wanton body. It was wrong, that's what it was, but she needed something to go with the boots too, something that would protect her while he had his fun exactly where he wanted and needed to be. Sighing lightly, he ran his fingers back through his hair, though mussing it up only earned him a faint look from her, Agatha not even finding the energy in herself to say anything more. Her fight had gone and all was back the way he needed it to be as he folded her hand almost tenderly in his, bringing it up to his chest as he smiled down at her.

“Of course, you are," he said smoothly. “I can fix that."

It was not needed but he wouldn't have wanted her to go up there without at least a little more protection to cover her – that was why, of course, he had her ride the bike with his cock rammed up inside her pussy, of course. Even there, in public, his shaft throbbed to attention, rising up against the front of his leathers and forming a smooth bulge, although the fabric was tougher than denim for the needed reasons of protection. It was still an erotic shape, however, and the zip that concealed his shaft could be tugged down at a moment's notice, which was all he really needed from any clothing at all, really.

What more could a man like him want?

Looking around, he shoved his hands into his pockets, lips pressed together. Who to choose, who to choose? There were plenty of people bustling around, all wrapped up in their own lives, but he had to find someone who was close to Agatha in size, someone who could practically slip into her skin as if they were one and the same.

“Ah – you!"

He reached for the woman, the same height but with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, while Agatha clutched at her arms, holding her body as she, quite literally, shivered. Her nipples perked up and Steve growled under his breath, encasing the stranger in his control, his whispered commands all she needed to know what the one in charge wanted her to do.

“Strip down – give your clothes to my grandmother." He smiled, eyes dancing eerily. “She's cold."

It was not that he really cared all that much for Agatha but, oh, there was sensuality to flexing his control and his power too, the sense of gaining something regardless of how he was presenting himself right there and then. The stranger didn't need to mean anything to him and she would serve her purpose nonetheless, taking off her jacket, her blouse, her skirt – everything had to go! That was what the master, Steve, had ordered her to do and she could only see him as a man in authority, a man who was making a very reasonable demand of her. Her mind swirled in a blank swathe of fog as he flexed his power, encasing her completely, smirking madly as article after article of clothing was passed to his grandmother.

“Dress yourself," he said to Agatha, just to make sure that she knew what was happening there too. “After all... I wouldn't want you to be cold."

If he'd known how fun it could be to control strangers too – not just people he had a personal stake and gain in – he would have done it more and more often too! It was oddly erotic to see the strange woman naked before him, her chubby body and curves a feast for his eyes, nipples tweaking up in the chill of the cold air. Agatha was most certainly right on that regard too: it was cold.

Oh, the power – the power was something that he needed to make his own, to use and abuse while he got away with nothing short of murder out there in public. He could have everyone around him naked, if he so chose, and doing anything he wanted, though not even Steve knew how far his hypnosis reached, if he could be so bold as to call it that. He wasn't actively hypnotising anyone with an object or repetition but it was something that brought them under his spell as if he was in one of those fantasy worlds that he'd spent so many hours reading about when he'd been younger, hiding the fiction within his textbooks so that his mother would not be suspicious.

And it was the very best fantasy of all to laugh and drink in the sights before him with his eyes alone, letting them roam her body, all that she had to offer, Agatha dressing, though that was less arousing. Her leather boots were all well and good but he did like his woman to wear something sexier than what had been made available to her at that point, even though he would just have to work with what he had. Maybe in the future, he would parade her down the street, making her strip and change clothes with every person that she met, every woman that came their way just to see their bodies, to abuse them with his eyes and the vulnerability of their bare expanses of flesh...

Steve shivered, fingers tingled, muscles trembling. It was a good thought. A very good thought, in fact.

He'd have to remember that one.

Agatha clothed herself bit by bit, soothing the chill of goose pimples from her skin, rippling across her aged flesh. She was tender in the best of ways, her skin soft and supple from the myriad of creams that she applied for the betterment of her body, maintaining all she could for the sake of, well, nothing. But it had made her feel better before and the look on Steve's face when he stroked her soft, pliable skin too made her heart turn over in the best of ways, though she was grateful too for the clothes. With her body covered, even a brassiere that didn't fit all that well cupping her breasts, loose enough so that hands could slide under and into it, she was finally ready to do as Steve wanted. One little ride on a rollercoaster could not be that bad, surely?

“You're done here."

The stranger walked away, though no one would know just what would become of her as he took Agatha up to the rollercoaster, handing over the tickets that would permit them to ride. Of course, he could have gotten on either way but he wanted to do things right, to go through the motions, to take all the steps he needed to in order to re-live the best part of his childhood, back when he'd been innocent. He didn't much feel at all innocent anymore as he waited anxiously, shifting his weight from foot to foot, heart pounding in his chest, but the warmth of Agatha against his side, standing very close with the aroma of her flowery, soft perfume tickling his nose, was all he needed to settle and wait, albeit impatiently.

She didn't know what she was doing as she slipped into the carriage, the belt fastening over her, though there was something warm behind her, taking up space between her body and the back of the seat. It was something that, really, the person attending the ride should have seen to but that would have required them to care a little more about health and safety than they actually did – at least enough to be able to push their way through Steve's control. And no one was, quite yet, strong enough to wriggle through his net, at least to his knowledge, letting him go on just as he pleased.

For he'd never had any intention at all of riding the rollercoaster just like anyone else with his hands thrown in the air and it was a pretty good thing indeed that they had come across a tamer sort of ride than the huge theme park 'coasters that were now ever so popular. No, those would not have been ones to tweak and wriggle the safety measures on, as not even Steve wanted to plummet to any kind of untimely death in the name of a sexual high, smirking as he fit into the space, the bar of the carriage coming down neatly over Agatha's lap.

Stopping the attendant with a hand on the young man's arm, Steve could barely keep his grin off his face.

“Do you have a penknife on you?"

That wasn't something he should have been taking on a rollercoaster either but, well, it wouldn't need to go very far. As nicely as the skirt Agatha had been wearing fit her, it was too tight down the backs of her legs to allow him easy access even in such a position. And it was that access that he needed to establish before even the carriage moved off from the 'station' where it was temporarily parked, waiting for other guests too to get onto the rollercoaster. They would not ride along and, truly, neither would Steve have wanted to, taking more pride in putting on a show to both deserving and what he deemed to be undeserving eyes than ever before.

The penknife was procured and a slit in the back of her skirt was all that was needed as, of course, he hadn't bothered letting her put on underwear. Those were left in the fairground somewhere, back near the entrance to the rollercoaster platform, though that was none of his concern anymore. The clean-up crew, surely, could make do with that and make good with what they had to sort things like that out and he wasn't going to worry as his hard shaft was once again freed, slipping back into his grandmother where it belonged. Brushing through her pussy-lips, it teased into her cunt, her sex already wet and sloppy with her arousal, and he groaned as he sank deep, letting her sit all the way down on his lap as the belt and the bar securing them in place rocked down another notch for safety. There was nothing safe, however, about what he was planning to do there.

The carriage rattled into life, the rollercoaster rumbling beneath them, around them, the two of them just hoping against hope that everything would go off without a hitch. His control did not mean that Agatha was not worried about what was happening, what would occur there, the height making her grip the bars, even reaching back to grasp at Steve, his arms holding her in some manner of stability. Of course, in such a position, he wasn't interested in, per se, holding her against him but there very much was the option of slipping his hands up under her blouse, her brassiere offering him absolutely no resistance at all.

Agatha groaned, the rollercoaster ascending, tracks rattling under them, a mixture of metal and wood that, under other circumstances, would have been pleasing to the ear. It was an old-fashioned build but one that had truly stood up to the test of time and she leaned back into her grandson as her breasts tingled, the swathe of sensation pressing up on her mind, overcoming her own nerves. Worry had no place in either her head or her heart as she groaned deep in the back of her throat, rolling her head back onto his shoulder, letting his body take hers in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

It was just how it was all meant to be, her pussy closing and rippling around his cock as if she was trying to seal it away, deep up within her snatch. She needed it all and he would give it all to her, whimpering softly against the back of her head, lips in her grey hair and brushing in closer to her ear. His cock pulsed within her and she needed that too, grunting and groaning, losing his sense of reality as anxiety clamoured with sexual excitement, the clamour of both coming together better than even she could have imagined.

It was all she wanted, all she needed, all she'd never before thought of. But it was Steve who brought the new into her life, the weird and the wonderful, everything that she'd ever wanted and so very much more, pleasure reaching a roaring high as the rollercoaster finally reached the first height and ascent. It was a moment that she would remember forever as his cock erupted within her in a slew of cream, flooding her cunt in the very best of ways as they, finally, plummeted.

If she screamed, her cry was whipped away on the wind, Steve groaning as he climaxed, intent only on how her muscles teased his length, coaxing him to climax so much that he almost felt that he was cumming repeatedly, though it was just the pleasure of it all coming to a head. The wind roared in his ears, whipping away any lingering moisture that may or may not have been present on his face, lips parted, a cry on his lips, eyes wide and glorious in all that they saw. The world tipped around him, the slant of the rollercoaster sending them hurtling around the track, the jolt and grind of the carriage rattling down and along at a furious pace making him feel as if he was thrusting and pounding into her, his shaft driving up as deep as he could have ever wanted it.

And, although the rollercoaster threw them from one side to the other, forcing them to cling both to one another and the bars for some sense of stability, although it was a ride designed to elicit a sense of adrenaline, of losing control. Steve wasn't one for, right then and there, not being in control, though he felt as if he was as he ground into his grandmother, seduced by the heat of her pussy, the ripple and massage of her cunt all he wanted. He wouldn't have wanted to stay in such a rattling, jolting moment forever but it was a time that he would live again later when he remembered it in bed with his grandmother. He would remember just how he slammed lightly into the side of the carriage, whimpering softly, his cum sloshing from her, an oozing drool that even soaked into Agatha's skirt and slickened its way across the plastic seat of the rollercoaster.

Yet there was a lot to be said for living in the moment too as he squeezed and massaged her tits, groping and teasing, trying to clumsily glean every last touch of pleasure that he could get from the moment at hand. The track tilted, rising up and up and up and over, corkscrewing gently through a loop, though it was small enough that they were not left weightless for more than a moment. And yet that was another moment that he felt his balls churning, seeming to tighten up closer to his body, his seed flowing and flowing, painting him as every last bit the virile god that he thought he was.

He was power. He was not a god but he was better than that, for he actually had an influence down on earth and, so far, he had not found a limit to his power. It could be limitless! That could mean anything, absolutely anything, for him and Steve howled out his delight in a feral, broken cry, heart pounding, sweat beading on his forehead. Damp patches rose in his excitement beneath his arms but such a crude notion of lust was not something that he was going to worry about in the heat of such a moment, whimpering and panting, though the majority of his breath was whipped away on a wind that was solely caused by the passage of their carriage.

Agatha did not know whether she was climaxing or not, though every last bit of the pleasure was all the same to her, rising and falling, shifting and undulating, taking her to deeper pits of pleasure than ever before. Was it the excitement or the nerves – or perhaps the adrenaline? It didn't matter, nothing mattered besides his cock rammed up inside her, everything where it belonged. She would be a very happy woman indeed if she never had to feel her pussy empty from her grandson's cock, leaving his hot length right up where it belonged. It always belonged there, yes, so deeply, passionately, hotly, the length of fuck-meat that she desperately craved, her desire for him rising more and more.

But not even Agatha could explain why she craved her grandson so much and why that was all okay to her – her mind didn't even know it was wrong! – why his fat cock made her want it all. She yearned for it, grinding back on him as the rollercoaster ascended once more, hurtling them towards a peak from which they would slow and then, finally, tip over the edge to drive down to the base of the ride again. There was much left to come but what neither of them knew was that they had shot through the station once already, sending them around the ride for a second time, letting Steve fuck her as much as he wanted to, the suspension as they floated into both the belt and the bar for a fraction of a moment, weightless in the moment of inertia, cum splattering, teasing off into the bars and structure of the track itself.

No one would know what had happened there but Steve and Agatha would be able to take their pleasure nonetheless, whimpering, his lips on her cheek, seeking out her lips even though he couldn't quite get around to them. That was okay though, for there was so much more for them to take, Steve half-sliding to one side as she sat with a leg on either side of one of his, ground down as deeply as possible. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way as he squeezed and hefted up her tits, not even holding onto the bar while he placed the responsibility of such stability and safety in her hands once again – just as he did when they were on the motorbike.

It was the final loop, however, that was the best for them, the turning upside down, the rising passion, crying out and climaxing in unison. He didn't know how far his shout of ecstasy travelled but it was all that he could have possibly wanted, gasping and panting as if he'd won a race, his heart beating so quickly that it was but one blur of a pulse. He needed to rest but he could not as his neck ached from trying to stabilise his head, howling and grinding, the slickness of her pussy intoxicating to such a degree that even in a less adrenaline-fuelled predicament, he just would not have been able to hold back.

All Agatha knew, however, was the rise and fall of pleasure, how it called her into her arms over and over again, moaning and groaning, her lips closing and opening. There were no words to come from her mouth though, passion driving her forth, safe in the hold of his arms, his hands on her tits doing all that she needed to hold her right there, right where she needed to be.

Her Steve would keep her safe. He'd do everything for her.

And that was just why she needed to be in his control.

The thought was not one that would return to her but a moment of fear could end up in revelation, even though the truth of it all would never again come to the forefront of her mind. She would never truly understand what she was pushing back against, what she was clamouring for, just how much her life had changed so that she no longer really had a say in anything at all that happened. But it was okay – really, it was. Steve would be able to look after her and he would do everything for her, even though she would do so many things that, even in her sane mind, she never would have ever even considered undertaking with her husband.

Maybe that was, indeed, the liberty in control.

She would not know, not even when they settled down, once more, into the station, disembarking and adjusting their clothes. Steve helped her up gallantly but the slit in her skirt let her flash her pussy, unknowingly, to everyone that they passed – all the way back to the motorbike as he settled back down with his hard shaft tucked up inside her pussy, need rising with a sharp flourish. One orgasm would never be enough to him and he could even influence his own body with his control, allowing his body to warm and cum over and over again, his studly need so thickly desirable that he could not help but want to spend his load all over again. There was never enough for him and his grandmother was there to be used too as they sped down the road again, only stopping off briefly to pick up something easy enough for her to cook him for dinner, for he didn't want to be left one moment without his grandmother more than he needed to be.

Steve smirked. After all, his cock would need more attention very soon...