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Bratty Hypnosis

Chapter One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Mike tossed and turned in bed, groaning as something roused him. But he was having such a nice dream that he clung to it desperately, whimpering into the so very soft pillows as the image of the blonde woman slipped from his mind. Thick and heavy with the largest breasts he could have ever imagined, she stepped back and back and back from him, pink fog swirling around her as if she was a sprite or nymph of raw and ardent sexuality snatched straight up from his wildest sexual fantasies.

And yet the knocking continued, rousing his tousled, brown hair from the pillow, blinking in a state of being half-awake, loathe to let go of his dream just yet. The best, after all, was yet to come as the sexy woman, older than him, removed the blonde wig with a flourish, revealing long, straight, dark brown hair that was reminiscent of his own. There were similarities too in how her cheekbones rounded out softly, eyes dancing, lips puckered as if they were waiting for someone to kiss them. He'd never wear make-up like that, however, but he knew her as well as he knew himself, gasping as the last vestiges of the dream tore from his wanton fingertips as much as he tried to claw them back.

Yet he knew her and could not deny that as he stretched out his hand to her in the realm of dreamland, wanting and craving something that simply was no longer his to take. His mouth opened and closed but she floated, tits disappearing into the dream-like mist from which she had been born.

His mother.

“Surprise," she whispered even as she drifted away. “I would have made all your dreams come true..."

And, thus, Mike woke and groaned, rolling over in bed as he blinked and came back to some sense of his surroundings. It was not the room that he would have liked to wake up in but that didn't seem to be a choice that was in his control to make as laughter rang up to his window, the doorbell going off and off and off as if it was being pressed repeatedly by a child.

“Who the hell is here at this time?" He grumbled, showing his age (older than his years, in fact) as he shoved his feet into his slippers, not bothering to cover his pyjamas with anything else as he clomped noisily downstairs. “God-fricking-damn-it all!"

He growled and grumbled and chundered to himself as he opened the door, fumbling for the key and dropping it in his haste to try to work out just what was going on. And, still, someone squealed and wailed from the front garden, although he could at least say that it no longer seemed as if they were hammering and pounding on his front door. Whether that was a blessing or not remained to be seen, however.

The door swung open and it took him a moment to understand just what he was seeing, eyes focusing in the dim light. In the distance, a dog barked, yanking a chain in a garden that it should not have been tied in, the floodlight illuminating a streak of his garden down to the hedge that gave him some privacy from the main road and passer-bys, although what he found there was not what he expected.

“What... Mom?"

For it was his very own mother, the woman he had just been dreaming about, who sat with her legs spread in the middle of his garden, plonked down as if she belonged there, eyes wide and childlike, fingers pressed to her lips. She giggled through her fingers, hair clinging to her face and the back of her neck, but there was nothing that was normal about her in a skirt and low-cut top that showed off her massive cleavage. A heavier woman, her breasts hung low even with that support, more than one man could handle one at a time, and he caught his breath, eyes dropping right where they were not supposed to go. Toy cars were scattered around her in stark, bright primary colours and she squealed delightedly, picking one up and zooming it through the air as if it had suddenly grown wings or become an aeroplane, blowing raspberries through fat lips that had rubbed off most of their lipstick. Standing with the toy car in her hand, she squeaked at him, dropping it, though she had clearly already spotted him as she struggled to remain upright, off-balance and needing some manner of support even though there was nothing there in the middle of his grassy front lawn.

“Hiiii, Miiiikeeyyyy!"

He blinked but the swaying figure of his mother, giggling like a fool, was hard to ignore as she posed before him, a leg lifted as if to show off something. Was she drunk? Of course, she had to be drunk but to act like that in front of her own son... Growling in the back of his throat, he fought down the urge of lust rising within him, fighting it back and back and back – back to the dark part of his psyche where it belonged.

No. Not this time. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't.

“Mom, what's happened?"

But he already knew what had happened – or, at least, he thought he did. She was drunk, she'd been out on the town, she'd gone right off and had herself a jolly old time and it wasn't even Christmas party season yet. What that boded for the coldest months of the year, however, he didn't want to think about as his mother, Rachel, spun and kicked her cars, squealing as if it was the best thing in the world, a child at heart living more simply than would have otherwise have been usual for her. Whereas that in itself was not a bad thing, he cursed under his breath, glancing up and down what little he could see of the street beyond the hedge, heart pounding and throat tightening. No one could see her like this.

But that meant... He swallowed, or at least tried to, the lump in his throat growing like some other part of his body.

Oh no.

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And yet it had to be done if he was to play something of the part of the dutiful son, looking after his dear, old mother in her time of need. He had to care for her and he knew he'd have to push his own kinky needs aside, looking at her as someone that was off-limits, so to speak, as hard as that was in a moment where a weaker man may well have been easily placed to take unfair advantage of her.

“Mom... Mom, you can't be here like this, come on, you have to get up. Come on, mom, on your feet... Chop-chop?"

As if that was going to work but he had to try anything that came to mind, puffing out air as his cheeks inflated, eyes wide and strained. Just what was he meant to do when she was down on the ground like that, ignoring him completely and putting way too much on show that a son with his secret was comfortable with?

“Mom..." He pushed her shoulder as she looked up, legs spread and a little of her panties on show. “Mom... Mom, get up. Come on. You've got to get up, get to bed. You'll feel better in the morning."

“Whaaaat?"

Staring at him with wide eyes, there was not a hint of comprehension in her face as she looked him over, head moving as if she could not just move her eyes. What was up with that? And yet Mike still did not realise as he tried to push down his desire to do terrible, terrible things to her in such a state, knowing that it would all come back on him negatively in the end. Perhaps it was selfish for him to think of himself like that rather than her but, well, whatever got him through the moment was the thing that he was going to latch onto one way or another.

It was only then that he realised that things were even worse, her dress sagging around her huge tits, torn down the middle. The smallest wrong move would lead to her breasts popping out and it was at the very moment that that thought crossed his mind that the unspeakable happened, the dress giving up as she toppled forward, on her knees and whimpering, big, fat tears streaming down her face as she howled and blubbered.

“Wahhh! Wahhhhh! Miiiiiike! Miiiiiiike, help meeeee!"

“Mom!"

He lunged for her, hands fluttering, but he couldn't exactly shove her breasts back into her dress – the fabric was done for! Uselessly, Mike hovered and swallowed a curse, expecting even after the years had passed for her sharp tongue to whip out and tell him what for if he dared speak out of turn, breath catching in his throat. He had to do right by her even if it was difficult and, well, he could not have said either that they'd had the best kind of relationship in his younger years, his childhood years. It made things all the more difficult as he hushed her and grabbed her shoulders, one of the only safe places to grab as she slouched and slumped on the ground, cheeks wet and lips slick with similar moisture.

“Mom, will you tell me what happened? Come on, come on, let's get you inside."

But Rachel was hardly compliant or helpful in the slightest as she lumbered, shorter than him but several times wide, her thick form the base of so many fantasies and yet not what he wanted right then and there. He shrank from her fat tears and pursed his lips, still looking around and around as if he expected the head of a neighbour to pop up over the hedge at any moment, demanding to know what he was doing out there with his mother as such a time of night. Of course, no one but he knew about his secret fetish, his fantasies running amok in the privacy of his home, but he would feel the same shame from it, cheeks heating at the mere thought. The responsibility of it all weighed heavily on him but he couldn't form the words to ask her what was happening, what was going on, trying to face her and failing dismally as she let out an ear-splitting squeal, upset coursing through her. Why she was upset, however, he could not say and no amount of begging had begotten him any sensible words from her thus far.

“H-h-he said I should give you-u-u this," she whined, barely able to form the words as he hauled her up, his mother leaning heavily on his shoulder. “The hypno said I'm a big-titty bitch, a spoiled, big titted bitch!"

The clarity with which those words came out shocked him and he hesitated, staring at her. What the hell was that all about? She'd been to a hypnosis thing or what? What was Rachel, his mother, to be saying things like that? He gulped and shook his head, but it was too hard to swallow, trying not to look at her breasts spilling heavily through the front of her dress, over the torn top. They were still contained, barely, but her brassiere, but even the fabric of that was torn, exposing a pert, pink nipple that some part of him still longed to lock his lips around and suck as if his life depended on it.

Taking a shuddering breath, he dragged his eyes away.

“What? Mom, what happened to you? What's this about a hypnotist? What do you mean?"

“He... He..."

And then there was a crumpled up wad of paper in his hand that he smoothed out against his thigh with difficulty, juggling between the tasks of trying to work out what was happening and look after his mother. But it was just as well that he found the strength of presence to read it when he did for it was that very note that was set to change the course of his life forever.

All would come clear in time as he learned about the depths and intricacies of hypnosis but Mike had to read first, peering at the note in the dim light as he worked out just a little of what had come to be that fateful night.

“You've been controlled your whole life, Mike," he read aloud, mouth dry and eyes wide. “Now, it is your turn to control her. If she has behaved like a brat, let her be one."

It was not signed but it did not have to be as he gulped and shoved it into his pocket, blood roaring between his ears. It was entirely the wrong moment for adrenaline to kick in but he had to haul her, heave her, get her into the house at all costs, doing all that was needed to seclude his now brat of a mother away from the wider world of humanity.

His heart pounded as he rested her in the front hallway, the small house suitable for a bachelor male but not anyone much more than that. A complete mess, just setting her down there knocked over a stack of magazines that he kept meaning to throw out but, truth be told, he was rather a bit too lazy to actually get done the things that needed doing. It was something that his mother had always gone on at him about in his younger years and, well, maybe her lectures and scolding had merely sent him off in the wrong direction rather than down the path of a neat and tidy and virtuous life. A neat-freak, most certainly, he was not.

“Okay, mom... So, were you at a hypnosis show tonight? Was it the thing with work?"

Rachel nodded quickly, eyes shining. Somehow, her tears had already dried up, her mood changing so quickly that it was hard to keep up with.

“Yes, yes, yes! Good show! Like show – handsome man!"

He flinched. That wasn't a word that she would have usually have used for herself when speaking about a man or anyone else for that matter and, if it was true that she was acting under the influence of hypnosis rather than alcohol, it would stand to reason that the phrase had been planted there by the hypnotist himself. But how had the hypnotist, whether they were a man or a woman, known that Mike had been shamed and controlled by her his whole life? That one, at least, was a mystery not to be solved that night.

Either way, he had to get her to bed and to sleep off whatever it was: she would be better in the morning. That was what he had to tell himself against all odds, pursuing the thought that everything would be okay if only he could do that one thing. Yet for a man like him, looking for a simpler sort of life, that was a tall order in itself as he sighed and grunted, trying to lug her up the stairs like a bag. Squealing, Rachel kicked out, slamming chubby, balled-up hands like the bratty girl that the hypnotist, apparently, had said she was.

“Nooooo, I don't wanna!"

“Well, you're going to have to, mom."

He gritted his teeth. It was now or never, he had to do it, had to take control, even if it was only for her good. But he had never before been the person who'd had to take care of others on a night out and had no prior experience to lean back on as she wailed and moaned and thrashed, the weight of her too much for him to force his way through. Brute force and what little, weaselly, strength he had wasn't going to get him anywhere as he swore and made a face, Rachel squealing and squeaking and making all manner of noises that did not sound at all like they should have been coming from human lips.

“Mom... Mom, what can I do to get you upstairs? You have to go to sleep! It's going to be so much better in the morning, for god's sake, please believe me!"

Ah, desperation was a fickle thing and not one that was going to get him in anyone's good books as the childlike woman before him frowned, lips shivering as if they were sealing a wail back behind them. But she didn't have the same concerns in her life anymore and neither did she care all that much what Mike did or did not think of her, folding her arms petulantly over her tits – not that it did any good – and pushing out her bottom lips stubbornly.

“No... No sleep! No wanna! No, no more clothes! No clothes!"

That was worse than not getting her upstairs at all as Mike was forced to watch his mother stripping down, tearing and yanking at her clothes to get them off as if she didn't know how they were even supposed to come off. Her dress squirmed down around her waist and she heaved for breath as she tried to step out of it, toppling and teetering against the hallway wall, stairs still looming before them: another challenge that was going to be more difficult than expected to merely get her up them. And yet he could not drag his eyes from her, moaning softly in the back of his throat as he looked her over, boobs revealed as, somehow, she managed to unhook it off her shoulders, shoving it away with a little grunt that maybe was from satisfaction. He wasn't really thinking about who she was and how she was feeling at that time, her comfort or anything of that nature, only how he could get more from her, see more, drink in what he had so resolutely denied himself since his sexual awakening.

He should have looked away, he knew that. But people didn't always do what they were supposed to do and that was fair enough too, even if not all that much of a reason to play out in his mind. Hungry for more and blushing heavily, a creeping sort of heat racing down his neck in crude patches, Mike watched and watched as more of her body was revealed, curvaceous and plump, her thighs thick as she finally managed to get the dress down them. If she had indeed been hypnotised, she at least had some measure of adult motor control left, for he could not imagine a youngster (one that she was acting like) being able to do the same – yet what did he know of kids?

His mind wandered, imagining running his fingers down and around his mother's sensually thick thighs, spreading them for his tongue and the sweetness of his mouth. She'd be wet, oh, he knew she would, and he wanted to taste that for himself, groaning and grunting – it was not as if she was going to stop him – as her underwear too eased down her legs in jerks and starts, clumsy fingers working away. Rachel huffed and puffed and made out that the whole thing was an awful lot more effort than it strictly had to be but he was not one to mind even at that time of night as he drooled over her, embarrassed to watch and embarrassed not to. There was no right answer to the question posed before him and, sighing, he ran his fingers back through his hair, mussing up the strands that desperately needed a trim further still.

“Is that done now, mom? Are you ready to go to bed?"

What a strange question to be asking a woman standing in the shreds of her clothing but it really was not as if he would have done it for himself. Laziness was Mike's motto and, well, even Rachel could not drag something more alluring out of him. What was he supposed to do but the right thing and he still hoped against hope that he could pack her off to bed and see that everything would then be okay in the morning. It may have been a futile hope but, as overwhelmed as he was, it was all he could do as the sole option presented itself to him.

“Now, Rachel? Mom?" He tried both manners of addressing her. “Let's go to bed, you'll feel so much better."

Rachel laughing and flung her arms out, drawing his eyes to her breasts once again. Truly, they were hard to miss.

“Now?"

His lips pressed together into a thin, hard line.

“Now!"

She giggled, fingers pressed, trembling, to her lips. Wriggling her hips back and forth, the grown woman swayed and rotated, fat jiggling as if to lure him in.

“I wanna go bed now, Mikey. Mikey take me to bed?"

“Yeah..."

He didn't really think anything of it, shutting off his feelings and locking them down deep, only wanting the night to end, the horniness of it all to simmer back down to something manageable. Just how he was supposed to do anything, much less play by the straight and narrow, when his mother was naked before him was beyond him, fingers twitching as he pointed up the stairs. The clothes would have to wait until the morning.

“Uh... Come on, Rachel."

He tried to think about it as if he was speaking to a child, although he'd not been a man who'd been looking for a family and didn't have many cousins either. His brother had a young daughter but they hadn't trusted him with her for good reason. He'd always been known for dropping footballs and smashing mugs and no one was about to trust him with precious cargo in his arms when his clumsy nature was all too well-known. When she'd grown to toddler age, he hadn't really spent much time with her then anyway, uncomfortable around kids that were prone to mood swings and temper tantrums, spoiled and noisy. Which only made things all the worse for him when it came to the necessity of caring for his mother as she wobbled and wiggled before him, his words simply not hitting home.

He had to make it simpler for her... Yes, yes, that was just what he had to do, had to try.

“Uh... Rachey?" Mike winced at his own use of baby-talk. “Rachey, go night-night...sleep time...now?"

That, at least seemed to be something that she could understand and Rachel jumped up and down, breasts wobbling as she giggled and squealed.

“Yesyesyes! Nighty-night bedtime with Mikey!"

Well, that was something and he was in a place that he had to take what he got, helping her up the stairs as she wobbled and struggled to place her feet down one after the other. An arm around her shoulders didn't do the trick and neither did carrying her – he wasn't strong enough for that! Thankfully, he managed to get her up most of the steps without too much drama but he couldn't help but allow her to squidge and squash and press her hugely sexy body up against him each and every step of the way.

It was a happy accident, he told himself. He wasn't actually trying to grope his mother, running his fingers over her breasts and the heaving flesh there. He didn't sneak a tease of a nipple, the bud as big as he'd ever seen on any porn star. Even her hair, oh... That drew him in too as it flowed softly over his wrist, fingers easing dominantly around to the back of her neck. To be in control, even for a short time, was a luxury in itself and he groaned quietly, bolder in the knowledge that there wouldn't be anything to hold him back, no woman to roar up her disapproval of him. As long as the hypnosis held, that was, and he wasn't even all that convinced of that.

He hoarded too much so the only bed available amidst the chaos was his own, meaning that he'd have to forgo a good night of sleep in order to look after his mother. Sighing yet again, he shook his head and managed to bundle her up into bed, blankets laid over her even as she stuck her fat arms out over the edge and giggled.

“Okay, mom, you sleep well, okay? You'll feel better."

He didn't know whether he was saying that to reassure her or himself by that point but it did not matter either way as he had done what needed to be done. The only problem was that it was the sofa that awaited him, its pleasure and lumpy cushions surely divine to sleep on in some alternate life. But it would have to do as he turned to leave, slow and sluggish as if he hoped she would take his place down there for him. It would have been a kindness but someone in Rachel's hypnotised state of mind was hardly enough with herself to offer such a thing. He doubted that she'd even be so kind if she'd not been hypnotised!

“No!"

Rachel pouted and held her arms up for him, lower lip quivering.

“You too! You in bed too!"

He flinched. Was she trying to drive him crazy?

“Sorry, mom, the bed's not big enough for two."

Of course, that was a bare-faced lie but she whimpered and threatened to cry, eyes growing so wide that it was as if she was doing it deliberately. Were even kids capable of doing that? Maybe it was just something that a brat of a woman could turn on and off as she willed, especially Rachel. She'd always been able to so very easily control and manipulate those around her even if he could not have quite said how she did it, her simpering smile and a flutter of her eyelashes doing the trick where going up against someone head-on didn't work. She'd never taken 'no' for an answer and that was perhaps where he'd gone wrong before as he'd been too scared throughout the course of so much of his life to even dare to say 'no', even the once, to her.

“Pleeeaaase, Mike!" She whined, squirming and wrenching at the bedspread. “Please! Bed! Bed! Now!"

Did he have any choice? He didn't feel like he did but how much of that was down to simply being tired and the rest to his want to be near her in that twisted, perverse way remained to be seen. He lifted the edge of the sheets without thinking and she squealed, making him jump back as she beat her fists on the bed.

“What? What's wrong now?"

“No! No clothes!"

Oh, for heaven's sake...

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He told himself that it was because he just wanted to go to bed that he did it but that would have been a lie. But all was well with lying to himself as that would never have to come to the darkness of light, truth weaving between the lines as he faced away from her, trying to hide his arousal as he stripped down.

Anything to go to sleep, he told himself. Anything at all: he just wanted to sleep.

But sleep could have been achieved without getting into bed naked with his mother and he gulped down his nerves as he climbed into bed, slinking to the far side of the bed, as far as he could physically get from. It was wrong, so very wrong, but he did all he could to no avail at all as she giggled and lunged for him, snuggling up against him immediately as if he was some kind of giant toy that she was using for comfort. Her lips pressed wetly to his shoulder as she kissed him sloppily and Mike stiffened in more ways than one.

It was wrong... He couldn't think like that. He had to keep thinking about anything else but his mother, whatever cruel trick of fate that was working against him kept well at bay. It was all he could do and he inhaled and exhaled in short, sharp puffs, eyes wide and strained. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why did it all have to feel so fucking good to have her pressed up against him?

Rachel mumbled something in a state of half-sleep and nuzzled his neck and chest beneath the covers, arms around him as she used him as something soothing. What was he to her – not even her son? And yet not even Mike could have anticipated what happened next as she eased her way down her body, something touching...

He froze, heart in his mouth. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, didn't dare do anything at all as her lips closed softly around his hard dick. She sucked it into her mouth as if it belonged there and moaned around it, the soft wetness of her tongue pressing up to the underside. As if a reflex that he did not understand, she sucked on his cock softly and soothingly, not seeing anything inherently sexual in the action as her cheeks alternated between soft and hollow, pulsing with the internal rhythm that was so designed to send her sweetly off into sleep.

Mike, however, did not sleep. Caught in the realm between a dream and a reality that he dared not believe, he breathed shortly and shallowly, staring into the cluttered bedroom that was familiar and yet alien at the same time. He closed a hand into a fist, tried to relax his muscles, tried to wriggle away, but nothing worked, heart in his mouth and head pounding. It was not good and he could not relax, although it was hard in any way, shape or form to consider the act of his cock being sucked 'bad' either, somewhere between the two extremes. He shook his head and grunted but there was no escaping without waking his mother up and, truly, he could not find it in himself to push her away.

He told himself that he just didn't want her to cry, but that was a lie.

And that was just how he slipped off into a fitful sleep, his mother keeping him hard and on the edge but never quite getting off, sheer exhaustion getting the best of him. Yet it was not any kind of sleep that could have at all have been considered restful in the slightest, something that took him and chewed him up, grunting and snarling and hankering for what the beast could not take for itself. Pre-cum probably drooled into her mouth during the course of the night but he did not even dare think about that for fear that he would expend himself into her mouth – and who knew what drama that act alone would bring up?

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Waking up the next morning brought little respite but he was grateful, at least, as he blinked back to wakefulness with sunshine streaming through the open curtains that his mother was...gone. Gone as if she'd never existed. There was not even a warm indent where she may or may not have slept and he rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes. Maybe he'd dreamed the whole thing or made it all up? Sure, his clothes were strewn on the floor beside the bed but when weren't they tossed there? That was not anything unusual at any rate.

Downstairs: breakfast called. And then the illusion of relief and freedom shattered as something crunched and splattered, water trickling. Alarm coloured his expression and his steps quickened, even in his old-man slippers (though he was, of course, not all that old at all), jeans and T-shirt on that he'd grabbed without thinking about what he was wearing, as usual.

“Mom?"

He didn't want her to be there but she was, sitting in the middle of the kitchen, a pool of white and floating cereal rings surrounding her as if she was the centre of it all. The centre of destruction could well have been true as she flailed and tipped a box of cereal upside down, although it was already empty and the contents that had once been safely secured away strewn around her. It was a wonder that Rachel was able to make more of a mess of his kitchen than what he'd already done to it (or not done to it, with regards to the tidying that just didn't get done all that often) but she was a force of destruction, indeed, that could squeal and stomp and smash, crushed cereal sticking to the undersides of her fat thighs and feet.

“Wash me!" She whined, tossing the box of cereal away and balling up her fists. “Dirty! Need bath! Need bath now!"

He groaned and pressed his hand to his head. So, it very clearly had not been a dream and his mother was still not back to acting like herself, although he did not honestly know whether it would be worse if she had returned to her normal self. That would have meant that Mike would have had more than a little explaining to do, depending on how much she remembered, and was not an option either that he wanted to tackle at that point in time. Best to just go along with what she wanted him to do for the time being, trying to make things...at least somewhat okay. His mother would be her horrible, cruel, snarky self again soon enough, he was sure, and then there would be all kinds of questions that would make him wish all over again that he could send her straight back to being hypnotised.

The bathroom, at least, was an odd set-up and on the ground floor with an en-suite for his bedroom upstairs. Large enough to count as a family bathroom, it was spacious enough for him to sit his mother down in the bath, a round ensemble in the corner of the room, although getting her in there was not the most elegant undertaking, if he was frank with himself. Yet who was going to call him out on it if he was at all less than gentle with her? Any mistakes slipped away without notice or attention as he carefully and caringly washed her off, turning the showerhead on to let hot water – but not too hot – soak through her dark hair.

She was beautiful, he could not deny it. And his cock still throbbed after the night of teasing too, making it hard to focus on anything other than how the water shone and glinted off her fleshy tits, hanging down under their own weight. They could not be supported by anything other than a well-fitted bra and even that was a dubious claim, although he knew that getting his mother into one wasn't something that was going to happen at that point in time. He'd have to shelve that for a later date or time, depending on when things came right again, back to normal, although not even he could have said just what he wanted about 'normal' back again.

And then Rachel's wet hands were on him as she giggled and batted her eyes at him in a fashion that made his heart somersault, turning over and over for her passion. Yet she was not even aware of what she was doing, splashing and soaking him and him standing there like a lemon, gaping and dumbstruck for something that was beyond the realm of what one lazy male mind could come up with in his wildest fantasies. Her hand swept down clumsily to his crotch and he started to find that his cock was still hard, her fat fingers finding it instantly and pawing.

Clenching his jaw, he pushed her away, head spinning.

“No, Rachel... Mom..."

Why was it so hard to stop her? She went for him again, even managing to squeeze his cock through his jeans, the bulge obvious to anyone who knew what it was. But to his mother, it was just a toy for her attention and it was something that, when poked, got her attention to. That was all she knew and her simplistic mind drove her on and on to poke him and jab him, eyes wide with wicked glee, knowing that she was doing something that was making Mikey hop and dance about wonderfully.

More!

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Batting her away didn't do him much good and his sense of self-control slipped further and further between his fingers, darting out of his reach before he'd even had the chance to realise that he needed it. And now more than ever he needed to remember how much he respected and loved his mother, how much she'd done for him...regardless of their relationship.

Breathing heavily, he ran his hands over her shoulders, pushing her hair back from her face as she tried to chase his fingers with her mouth. Down to her tits, he groped and squeezed them – just why should he hold back any longer? She hadn't held back when she'd smacked and spanked him when he was younger, even when he'd been old enough to not deserve that kind of treatment anymore. It had changed him and Mike still wasn't sure whether it had been for the better, memories clouded and dark and shifting in the worst of ways.

So, he groped her and he let loose with his fantasies, squeezing and pinching her breasts lightly as she laughed and pushed into his touch. It was all a game to her and one that she enjoyed too, squeezing her breasts together into a cleavage as if she was fascinated by them, the shapes they could make and the way they hung on her body, connected yet striving, always, to break free from the chaste barrier of her skin. But she was not to remain chaste for very much longer with her son squeezing her nipples, rolling the fat, pert nubs between his similarly wet fingers. He may as well have been in the bath too with her for how much water she'd gotten over him and Rachel laughed out loud for sheer, innocent glee, clapping her hands together and sending still more droplets of water spraying everywhere.

Mike frowned, lips pressing into a hard like. Her hand connected with his cock again and, this time, he leaned into it.

“Stop that!"

Rachel whimpered and held her hands under her chin, acting like a begging puppy.

“Pwease? Pwease? Pweasepweasepweasepweasepwease!"

“Enough!"

She shrank back but his attention was no longer on that, his snap, his breaking point, as he yanked his dick out of his jeans. Hard and ready, the tip slickened up with pre-cum and he presented it to his mouth, his mother still slack-jawed and dozy-eyed in the bath. It was no trouble at all to shove it into her gaping mouth, the dark hole from which so very many words had come during the course of many past times. He had not been able to silence her then but he could silence her now, using his cock like a pacifier, even though she was very much an adult woman in every sense of her being.

If he hadn't groped her breasts, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so hard. If she hadn't flailed and rubbed his dick, maybe things would have been okay. However, things had gone too far to turn back as she giggled up at him, tonguing and sucking at his cock as if the feeling of it simply came naturally to her.

Mike's head rolled back and he let out a long, ragged breath, held too close and tight in his lungs for too long.

“God damn, that feels good... Suck it, mom, suck my dick."

Of course, he could never have said that or anything at all like that to Rachel if she had not been hypnotised. He would have been hit, screamed at, sent packing – and yet the submissive little mother that he now had could only obey him, closing her mouth on his shaft and suckling him deep into the back of her mouth. He knew that he was that deep as she forced her lips all the way down as the head of his cock tickled right where she should have gagged, but he supposed even in hindsight that it made sense too that the hypnotist, whoever they were, had applied a little suggestion to help that along. She didn't object or struggle in the slightest but did bring her hands up to his thighs, spreading her palms and finger flat there, eyes half-closed as if she was about to cross-eyed staring down the length of his rampantly hard dick. And wasn't that in itself just one of the cutest things that he'd ever seen?

“Mom..."

He couldn't even get out the words but neither did he actively need to as he hissed and heaved for breath, leaning over her, hand on the tiled wall behind her. Gyrating and thrusting, he jabbed erratically at her mouth, craving more and getting it too, more so than he had ever had with any other partner before in his life. Of course, there had not been that many (he preferred playing video games to going out on dates) but, fuck, he knew what sex was all about too even though he didn't get as much of it as he would like to. And her mouth was fucking awesome around his cock, better than a one-shot in Shout of Honour, that shooter... That high score...

He couldn't think, couldn't hold onto a single thought as his mom sucked on his cock, doing more than he ever could have expected a woman to do for him. Her tongue swirled around the head and he nearly toppled over, losing his balance and shoving his cock dramatically at her. Rachel was hardly dissuaded, however, and only whimpered around him, sucking all the harder as she did not stop or slow, wanting something that not even Mike knew of. Her pleasure came from giving him pleasure and she leaned passionately into it, not so much of a simple, easy mind anymore but that of a woman who saw her partner, him, as standing above all else in the world, a man of the utmost importance. And, oh, how she needed him!

Mike panted and gasped but there were no words that served to be forthcoming as he humped and ground, wanting it, wanting everything that she had to give him. There was more up for the taking and he only had to reach out and snatch it up for himself, taking control, need rising and rising in the pit of his stomach even as a little, niggling thought tickled anxiously at the back of his mind. At the worst of times, it demanded attention and he gasped and licked his lips, striving to push it away and answer it at the same time.

What was that he knew about hypnotists too though? It was hard to think with the main part of his body throbbing and pulsing so vibrantly, claiming his being, sending his mind swirling and twisting through a vortex of lust. What was it? There was something there and yet he could not quite put his finger on it as his mother slurped and suckled on his cock as if it was the finest thing in the world, the only thing that she had ever wanted and would ever want ever again. Maybe that was true for her as it was impossible for him to see the mind that she had been twisted into, the sense of being a little brat who needed to have her needs met while she served every last one of those above her in superiority and power.

It did not matter. He could see his mother still in there, the light in her eyes that she only got when she was doing something that she really and truly loved, the passion in her embrace. Her fingers pressed into his thighs and he knew right then and there that the hypnotism had not made her something or someone that she was not but had unleashed who she was meant to be – at least with him. That was all he needed to know as she sucked and slurped and lapped, licking his cock like a lollipop in a cheap porno, erotic and exotic at her core.

But he was not a man known for his self-restraint and Mike moaned out long and low as he exploded in her mouth, jerking and humping, his moves so erratic that it was impossible to predict even in the smallest of ways just what he would do next. That did not matter to a mind such as Rachel's, however, as all she knew was that she was getting the finest sweet in the world, giggling and mumbling around his tasty rod of flesh as she slurped and licked and let his messy load spill out across her face. It splattered down against her collar bone and tits and she let out a delighted cry, smearing it all over with her hands, his cream leaving a slick, gleaming residue on her skin that she wore like a badge of honour even if she did not understand entirely just what it was or what it was even for.

“Th...There..."

Mike groaned and ran his hand back through his hair but he seemed to have made even more of a mess of anything, defeating the purpose of washing Rachel off in the first place. His hands trembled badly as he cleaned her up once again, although with a little more touching this time, all in the natural course of things. He didn't just rinse off her breasts but groped and squeezed them, even smiling a little (however shakily) as she laughed in turn, bright and cheery and back to being the chilled girl that just wanted to be clean and was happy enough to be in her bath with 'her Mikey'.

When she was done, he thought about getting her clothes but the amount of effort that it would have taken to get her into any many of attire drained him of energy simply in the act of thinking about it. No... No. No, that one would just have to wait, he couldn't even bear to wrangle her into a dressing gown and even Rachel herself did not suggest putting any clothes on. She seemed to want to be naked – was that something that the hypnotist had planted into her too? There was no way to tell and he was starting to doubt that he would ever find out exactly what had gone down that fateful night.

“Okay, mom... Go to the living room and watch TV."

“Okay!"

Dried off and happy again, his mother waddled and toddled down the stairs, taking them with such care that a watcher may well have thought that she did not know how to use them for herself. Maybe she would learn again in time or maybe the hypnosis would wear off – there was no way to tell and he was hardly in the mood to worry or wonder about something like that as he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Since when had that gotten sore?

He needed back-up and there was only one person who had ever been able to control and wrangle Rachel before and she was even more terrible than his mother in her normal state of mind. It was terrifying enough to consider having to call her but he felt that he had to as he took his phone to the downstairs hallway, covertly watching Sarah as she fumbled with the TV remote, hitting it randomly as it bounced through the channels through sheer luck alone. When it landed on a kid's show, she laughed and clapped her hands, bouncing in place even though there did not seem to be any understanding there of what was going on.

The phone rang, hot and sweaty in his hand. Or was that his hand? Yes, yes, yes, of course, it was his hand, hands did not sweat! But his mind may as well have for how slippery and confused it was, cock shoved back into his underwear and jeans, locked away for the shame of what had taken place.

“Hello? Mike? Mike, what are you doing calling me at this hour!"

It was not that early but his grandmother, Magrath, always said that it was too early to be speaking to anyone regardless of what time it was or was not. She screamed and bulldozed over him in any and all conversations, as she always did, and he sighed heavily, part of him resigning himself already to being a passive player in a conversation where he really needed to be the one, for once, telling her information and not the other way around.

“There's the fair going on and, Mike, the ladies at the club will need you to bring the boxes around on Friday morning, you'll have to book the morning off work so don't forget about that. Your mother is coming for Sunday dinner and it would be nice if you could put down your childish games, for once, and join us then..."

She paused, expectant that he would mumble an apology or something for missing his obligations. But Mike had something that he had to say even if she did not yet know it and he took a deep breath, shaking off the babble of nonsense that had already washed over him, the same old shit. Something about him not coming to get the key to the other house, a rant about the pest mice that kept getting into her kitchen, another complaint that he didn't come around to spend more time with her, he wasn't there to help, he wasn't doing what he'd said he'd do... She didn't even want to give him a chance to speak as he was forced to, rudely, cut in!

“Gran? Hang on, I need to tell you something!"

He felt too childlike himself referring to Magrath like that and cleared his throat, trying to make himself sound larger and more important than he actually was. Well, maybe he was important in his own little world and circle but there was not much that he could influence beyond that. And sometimes he didn't even feel in control of his own world and self, even though he was supposed to be.

Don't think like that.

“What's wrong? You don't sound like yourself there, young Mike. What has gotten into you? Have you gotten yourself a girlfriend yet? I tell you, boy, you've got to be a man worth catching if you want to keep a lady!"

She always talked about the same old things over and over again and he grunted to himself, shaking his head, even though Magrath didn't hear him. His grandmother didn't hear anything but herself, loving the sound of her own voice above everything else, although he had not known her all that much when he'd been younger as Rachel kept him away from most outside influences. He'd been home-schooled, even, for some years while his father had been away but he'd never found out much more about that either, simply accepting it as one of those things that simply was as it was.

But he needed his grandmother now more than ever and she was going to just have to pause in her self-reflection and self-adoration to come back to reality – the reality where she wasn't the only one the whole wide world, that was.

“Yes... Yes, there's...well..." He talked over Magrath, bumbling and fumbling. “Look, something's wrong with mom, she's..."

How could he say it and have her believe him? There was only one way to go and that was with the truth, as strange and ridiculous as it sounded.

“She's been hypnotised!" He confessed in a rush as if he was accusing his mother of something terribly vile and untoward. “She went to this hypnotist show last night with work and something went wrong – she turned up here in a mess! Now she thinks she's much younger than she is but she doesn't act like that all the time!"

That was just one little thing that he had to say and chuck in there, of course, to let himself off the hook for getting her to suck his cock that morning, although there had, of course, been no force involved. Neither had there been verbal consent either but he was going to gloss over that one the best he could, skimming over the details with a wandering eye and shrug of his shoulders. Well, like so much else, he couldn't be blamed for it if she'd just gone and done it on her own now, could he?

“What are you talking about, you foolish boy?"

He reeled but could have expected nothing less from the sharp tongue of his grandmother. Whereas the gene had clearly not been passed down to him, he could not deny just how she made him feel, heart rate quickening and sweat spots dampening patches under his arms.

“Your mother may well have had a night out but to say that she's been hypnotised is just ludicrous!"

She put special emphasis on the word as if to highlight just how idiotic she thought he was being but this was one thing in which Mike knew that he was right and, above all else, he needed to make her believe that. He needed help – he couldn't deal with his mother alone for another moment!

“No, I'm serious!" He pleaded. “Look, if you don't believe me, come here and see for yourself."

“I will, very well, Mike, but I'm bringing my phone over and you'll fix it for me while I'm there! These new-fangled things...technology..."

She muttered to herself, not even aware that her grandson was still on the line with her, and he did not dare put the phone down or hang up on her. That had happened in the past, like so many other things that he was, therefore, wary of doing, and it had not ended well. At the beck and call of the few strong, powerful women in his life, he was cowed by them and barely even realised, watching Rachel play with a blanket in front of the TV, swayed from the dancing primary colours on the screen, that the phone line had gone dead after a few minutes.

He waited, nervous for her to arrive, but the car did not herald its approach with its usual screech of tyres, his first indication that anyone was there being the thump of her fist on the door. He gasped and tried to calm himself, telling himself that his mother was someone else's problem now. Magrath could be a handful, his grandmother, but she could deal with his mother far better than he ever could and that was all that he needed to know as he flung open the door with wide, desperate eyes. If he'd been an animal, they would have been rimmed with white, that third eyelid, and glassy with shock, but he was supposed to be one of an elevated, intelligent status and he had to at least try to act like that too.

Magrath frowned at him, the older version of her daughter with her long hair dyed to its natural dark brown and pulled back into a bun. It could have been tighter and more severe but that was one of the things that she had loosened off after her time teaching. A good head shorter than her grandson, she still managed to intimidate him as she peered at him over her glasses, not even saying 'hello' as she poked him in the chest, forcing him back to allow room for her in the hallway. He tried to greet her but was swept aside, once again, a bystander to what should have been his life even though he could not help but be relieved to have things taken out of his hands. It was for the best, something like that, something that he could never have been expected to know how to handle or deal with in the slightest.

She'd take care of everything for him and no one would even have to know...

“Now, what's all this about her being hypnotised then, hm?"

Magrath rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her bosom, although Mike had no doubt that she would have been making mocking 'air quotes' with her fingers if she had not tucked the gnarled and wizened digits away. Mike flinched and pointed, hand shaking, to the living room where the TV blared some commercial jingle.

“In there... I don't know what happened, she just turned up here in such a state."

His grandmother stormed in ahead of him and he groaned, rubbing his head. He had a pounding headache but even he could not have said quite when it had arrived, his cock ostentatiously twitching in his underwear. It knew that it was not wanted where he was but it still tried to force its way up full and hard and he groaned in the back of his throat, stepping back and holding his arm, thankfully resigned to watching what was to go down. Rachel had a blanket thrown around her shoulders, nudity covered, although not even he could see that lasting for very much longer. That, however, was not something that he was set to break to his grandmother when it could otherwise be revealed all by herself.

“Right now, Rachel, have you got your sensible head on yet? Has Mike given you a glass of water? I'm sure he hasn't..."

“B-b-brekka!"

Rachel beamed even as her mother blinked dully, stepping back.

“What did you just say? Rachel, come to your senses at once! There's no time to be having these silly little games at your age!"

Of course, Magrath's mistake was in treating her daughter as if she was merely hung-over but it was dubious as to whether or not she had actually consumed any alcohol at all the night before. Her breath most certainly had not reeked of it while Mike had been with her, sleeping with her, and he swallowed hard, heart beating with difficulty. Would his grandmother realise what he'd done with his mother? What if she knew? What if she had some kind of super-secret-grandmother sense that told her that he'd done wrong yet again? She'd had it time after time in the past.

Ignorant to the turmoil in Mikey's head, Rachel leaned towards her mother, plump lips parting. That breast... She had no name for it in her mind but there was the sensation of warm milk flowing between her lips, something hard in her mouth – a nub of something. And, oh, how she wanted it, the memory giving rise to a warm tingle that crept through her whole body, demanding attention as she curled her toes.

She couldn't help herself, not even as her mother screeched, launching herself at the older woman as she lunged for her breast. Magrath's breasts were just as large as her daughter's even though they were better kept in check with brassieres that suited her age and sense of refinement, although her hips were narrower – not that Rachel cared about any of that at that moment in time. All she knew was that she was overcome by a blistering, seething desire to suck her own mother's breast as she gaped and whined and clawed for her, big, fat tears welling up in her eyes as she missed.

“Wahhh! Wahhh! I wanna! Wanna!"

Still, she fought and Magrath shrieked and batted at her, entirely useless when it came to feats of bodily strength, which would have certainly have been needed to restrain his mother as she flailed and lunged and screamed for her mother's breasts, only knowing the sweet comfort that they contained. The urge was overwhelming, a woman prey to baser desires, and Magrath herself shrieked, scrambling out of range with her glasses askew on her otherwise perfectly made-up face.

“What's gotten into her?"

“I told you!"

Mike cursed under his breath and grabbed his mother the best he could, holding her and petting her hair, trying to calm her, reassure her that everything was going to be alright. It was all he could think to do in the moment and, although his movements were as clumsy and as awkward as ever, it seemed to have at least a little effect on her as she whimpered and pressed into him, breasts trembling as her nudity was revealed. Somewhere in her lunge for her mother's tit the blanket had become dislodged and her huge breasts pressed deliciously up against her son's chest as he held her.

“There... There..."

Thankfully, it was not about what he said but how he said it and he did that well enough as his grandmother gaped at him, her cool lost. For once, that would have made him smirk if the stakes were not already so high but he didn't have time to be amused while she coughed and stuttered and tried to make sense of it all herself.

“Well, it's... No, this simply will not do! That brute! He can't make her act like a...like a..."

But she couldn't even get the words out and drew herself up, turning her back on both her daughter and her grandson, in full-on flounce mode. When she was on a mission, there was no stopping Magrath, but that was exactly why Mike had called her, grateful to have someone else steering the ship and directing their way. It was how it was meant to be, although he wouldn't have wanted, really, to see his mother's boobs swinging at his grandmother... Though his fantasies were flexible and maybe that was an image, at least, that he could store away for a cold winter night when he needed a little more comfort.

Magrath was beside herself but he stood back and away from the situation at hand, barely even concentrating on keeping his mother quiet and calm. She could have wriggled away at any time but, for some reason, she cuddled into him, taking comfort while his grandmother steamed and stewed and schemed.

“This... No... No, things like this should not be, it's not right, it's not possible."

Well, it was possible and it was about time that she understood that, Mike thought to himself, although he would not have dared to say it aloud as his grandmother paced minutely and muttered.

“It was the place on Parkland Road that she went to, just out from the centre of town."

Magrath drew herself up tall, imposing even in her short stature, her decision made.

“I will sort this, my boy! You stay here with your mother and I'll go give this hypnotist a piece of my mind! And your mother will have a refund for her entire night out!"

His grandmother really was the worst sort of Karen but Mikey could not stop the moan of relief from passing his lips as he sank, weak-kneed, into the armchair. It called him down like an old friend and he groaned, putting his head in his hands. Of course, his grandmother had already left for he would not have dared lose such face in front of her, the car roaring away as he was left in the relative noisy peace of a house that held too many bodies in it now for his liking in the slightest. Rachel watched TV on her knees, tipping forward to the screen as if she wanted to get closer and closer, although he knew that there wasn't anything at all wrong with her eyesight and that she could see perfectly well.

“Just what has gotten into the world? Everything's wrong..."

Left to watch Rachel, he fidgeted and tried to find something to do, not noticing Rachel slinking closer and closer to him. The TV flickered and blared but he didn't have the patience or energy to pay it any mind. Maybe things would be okay again soon and it would all be put down to a nightmare, a bad dream? Things could not be so bad if they were put right again, although that was a very childish way in itself to put things...

“Miiike."

Rachel suddenly had her arms around his legs, cuddling them and drawing her body against his, the heat of her impossible to miss or ignore. Her hands worked up his body and he, dully, allowed her to do it, although the dexterity in her fingers, considering her current condition, should have surprised him more than it did. She fumbled at the belt that he'd thrown on but it was little barrier to her as she worked it resolutely free, taking much longer than she usually would have but still getting what she wanted either way.

He could have stopped her but he did not pretend that he didn't want the same thing, the spot of drool in the corner of her lips convincing him that she was lusting for him. And she was, even if her mind was not set firmly in one place or the other, mind broken and twisted both ways. It was her and not her at the same time, two versions of the woman he knew and had known, cock out and finding its way, half-hard, back between her lips. It was like sinking back home, sitting back down into his favourite armchair, and she moaned around him, that sliver of herself coming back in a way that he had only ever had the luxury to see in his wildest dreams and fantasies.

Of course, he had never known if his fantasies were anything at all like the reality of his mother and was glad to at least have the good fortune to find that out for himself as she slowly and surely sucked his dick. He was in charge but she took the lead, playing with his cock and swirling her tongue around it, even moving her head in an over the top fashion to lap from the base to the head over and over again, even though she really didn't need to move that much. She was just showing off for him, trying to make herself seem really, extra good for Mikey, the man who's cock she loooved.

She couldn't explain it and neither could he as she leaned back and looked down at her, taking his time in admiring her body, the folds of flesh, how her breasts hung. He needed those tits too and it was no wonder that he'd lusted after her, so thickly sexy, when he spared the time to think about it. Would it be so wrong for him to take advantage just a little and see what he could do with his lovely mother when she was so kindly willing to do more with him? It surely could not be that bad and his fingers itched to feel, to grope, to squeeze...

He exhaled deeply, a wall breaking down inside him.

It was now or never.

So, why not?

“From now on..." He said it aloud as if that would give himself more power and standing in the present moment. “I will... I will take control. It's time, isn't it, mom?"

Of course, she was only going to answer him in the affirmative and Rachel giggled and leaned into him, rubbing her face and chin on his knee, cock drooling against her as she stuck her tongue out for it again.

“Yaaaayyy!"

Her vocabulary was limited but Rachel still knew how to make herself known and how to communicate some things, the important things. The hypnotist had stripped her of some knowledge of how to be herself but not all of it, which was important to remember as Mike took a deep breath and stared her down, trying to take everything about her in at once.

“Give me..." He had to take another deep breath to get the words out, struggling with the saying of it to a face that he'd known for his whole life. “Give me a boob job, mom. Make me cum."

And she was still 'in there' to know what those words meant, obediently shifting up onto her knees as she pressed between his legs. Of course, she had to be close to him to give him what he wanted and Mikey gasped as those lusciously heavy, voluptuous breasts finally folded around his cock, teasing and squeezing, the best kind of warmth that he ever could have imagined. His head rolled back, lips parted, and he languished in sweet sensation, everything overwhelming, her chest moving up and down his cock even as he spurted and threatened to even cum right then and there.

“Oh... Oh, god..."

But he wasn't calling out for the help of any deity that may have been looking down on them as he grunted and gasped and made all manner of noises that he'd always hoped against hope would be with his mother – or someone like her when incest was not an option. Before his very eyes, one of his kinkiest fantasies came true and she even bent her head down, scooting all the way down so that she could lap and flick her tongue over his cock as she bobbed and squeezed, giving him the best damn boob job that Mike's young and inexperienced – sexually – mind could have ever dreamed up.

She was amazing... And he could not hold back.

It was all he could do not to cum in the first few seconds, fingers digging into the arms for the armchair, swapping to her hair and back again, the strands too tantalising still as they ran over his fingers. Damn, she was so hot, so hot, and she was all his now, under his control as she obeyed him. Who else could say that their mother, after all, was willing to give them a boob job? He was lucky!

Yes... Very lucky. Very, very lucky indeed. Rachel murmured up at him, batting her eyelashes, the woman and mother that he'd always dreamed of. He needed her, needed her in that way, and now she was able to give him every last bit of that and so much more too. What was so wrong with that as long as they both enjoyed what they got out of it?

Rachel moaned, nuzzling the tip of his cock, although the act of putting the soft warmth of her mouth on him once more meant that her boobs were not as much in contact with his shaft anymore. Dang it! It was not a word that someone with her mentality would use but she wanted it still, knowing the word from another life and another time, a time when she stood up tall and proud as a woman. She'd been cruel then but she didn't want to be cruel anymore, her mind intact while she whimpered and suckled on his cock as if it was a sweet, unable to help herself from imagining it to be so. Had she been a good girl to get a sweetie? Good girl get sweetie?

But she could not form the words, only know that she was acting as she was and she couldn't stop, a bratty little girl who only needed a strong man to take care of her, to sweep her up into his arms. She saw his cock bobbing before her and put on a show for him, her mental age wavering, everything in flux as her mind was broken down and rebuilt over and over again all for the sweet, sweet pleasure of serving Mike. Mike was all that mattered and Mike would tell her what to do – so what more did she need to worry about in life at all if he was there for her?

“Ohhh..."

Above her, he moaned and she released her bouncing titties from his aching, rampant shaft for a moment to suckle him deep into her mouth. Hers! Only hers! Possessive, she clung to him as if she was afraid that he would drift away and no longer be hers, fingers digging into his legs, muscle unyielding. He grunted but there was no tearing her away as she gave what may have been a needy sort of growl and swallowed around him, teasing his cock as deep as it could possibly go even though she had to cram her lips into the curly hair of his crotch to get him into the back of his throat. A good size, his shaft was just right, all right, everything right...

Okay.

_ _

Rachel didn't know what 'okay' was but it made her feel calm and safe as she swirled and lashed his length softly with her tongue, making it wetter and slicker than ever. She could not have described the pleasure it gave her to please him in such a carnal fashion but the mere salty-dirty taste of him drove her on and on, lust and passion rising more and more with every passing second.

And Mike was as much a passenger in the realm of hypnosis as she was, clinging to her hair as he grunted and leaned over her, ramming his dick back between her tits.

“Mom!"

It was a cry that came through as a demand and she was as obedient as the hypnotist had made her be, whining and whimpering and simpering as she squeezed her boobs around him, letting him feel the heavy, warm flesh, all that was his. Yes, yes, she had to please him, she was there to please him, she'd make Mikey happy, yes, always happy. Mike groaned and thrust, half out of the armchair in his passion, the least lazy he'd been in many months, although the energy expended in the act of lust would soon come back on him in spectacular fashion. He couldn't help himself, his mother's breasts an addiction in themselves with the large, fat nipples, jiggling flesh calling him in. His eyes fixed on her, breathing heavy, and he took her in over and over again, that tightness building in his gut, spreading through his entire body. It was not orgasm, of course, but his body striving and fighting every step of the way to hold back from the inevitable, even though he knew that, ultimately, he had to release his pleasure one way or another.

And, truly, there was only one way. With a feral cry that did not seem right coming from human lips, Mike ejaculated on her breasts, covering them in a load of cum that could have gone further if he had thought about where and how he was spilling it. But he could barely breathe, face red and lips parted widely, struggling to grab at oxygen, the world wavering around him, shifting between shades of grey. He had to keep going though, had to keep creaming, little spurt after spurt drooling out, although he was not the stud of the world by any means. His cock did what it needed to do and his balls churned, aching for respite, having cum twice in rather quick succession considering that he had not bathed his mother all that long ago either.

A rest... A rest was needed. But it was with his cumming that Rachel sat back and giggled again, becoming like a very little girl again, lips fumbling for words that she did not understand. Giggling and babbling, she turned her back on him and went straight back to what she'd been doing before, watching TV, her blanket (soon to become her blankie) hugged to her chest. She even pushed her thumb into her mouth, seemingly ignorant to the fact that there was cum on it, the slick ooze slinking into her mouth to remind her that there was still very much more of that particular tasty treat to be had directly from the tap.

Mike sat back heavily, catching his breath. It would have been embarrassing if he cared what his mother thought but she was not in any state to complain that he looked silly like that, cheeks puffed up and neck flushed in surprisingly angry, hot patches. He was her son but they were so much more than mother and son by this point. They were more, so much more, and they needed to accept that, for nothing between them could be taken back now that it had happened. Wriggling and giggling happily, blanket clutched to her boobs, Rachel swayed and did the happy little things that made her happy little mind just perfect the way it was.

There was no need for complication when everything was so simply beautiful to her, after all, just the way it was. And she would know no different ever again unless the hypnosis was lifted.

Mike, however, was not in another reality and knew, with a growing sense of foreboding, that his grandmother would return soon. That in itself was not a bad thing – she would be coming with help, surely – but the mess of the room... It was not the tidiest at the best of times and empty pizza boxes were strewn ever, a gum wrapper stuck to his gaming system controller. It was unsanitary and he didn't even want to peer too closely at the carpet, dirt and dust sticking to his mother's legs as she sat there, happy in her relaxation and oblivious to everything around her. There had been something in Magrath's tirade about the house being a tip and the like, however, and he knew well enough from past experience that she'd expect it to be spotless by the time she returned – everything up to her standards as if they were the only standards that anyone should be aiming for at any time.

She lived, truly, in a different lifetime to the rest of the family.

But the mess was one thing besides his mother, eyes landing on her as she rounded her shoulders, picking curiously as something stuck into the carpet. Although her hair fell forward, no one could have missed the dried stain of cum on her tits, less slick and shiny now, evidence of the wrong he had done – which was so much worse than leaving his house a tip and a hovel like everyone said!

Leaping up, he flailed, hands darting this way and that, jeans still undone and cock hanging out, loose and flopping. What to do, what to do, what to do! He yanked up his jeans but forgot the belt, zip only halfway-done and leather flapping as he lunged from room to room, trying to work out just what the hell he needed to do to fix the situation that was of his own doing.

A cloth! He needed something to wipe it all up – yes! That was it!

“Shit... Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Grabbing the cloth from the kitchen, he raced back to the living room where Rachel was watching the show that she didn't understand, focusing on the loud sounds and bright colours. The first thing she knew of his presence was that there was something cold and wet on her breasts and she squealed, pulling away with wide eyes.

“Nooooo!"

But one word wasn't going to help her much as she flinched and pouted as he did his best in his panicked rush to hide all evidence from Magrath. She wouldn't find out, couldn't find out, no! It had to be hidden, all of it hidden, or else bad things would come. And he couldn't let the bad things come, not at any cost. Magrath had to think that he had just been watching his mother, just as he'd been told, that he'd been good, that he hadn't done anything wrong.

He knew what happened when he did things wrong.

And that was perhaps why the hypnotist had known that this young man had needed a change of pace and life wrapped up together, turning from the controlled to the controller. All, however, would come to pass as intended as the doorbell rang and he rushed to answer it, hoping that he'd done a good enough job. Either way, there was no time to correct such a wrong as he opened the door, still flushed and puffing and panting, hair in disarray.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Of course, the figure there belonged to his grandmother but not like he'd ever seen her before. Her full-bodied figure was naked – but not really. She just looked like she was because the lace babydoll that she had on left not a single detail to the imagination. Standing on his doorstep in broad daylight left her horribly out of place (and not because she should have been an old bat that would have done better hanging upside-down in a cave for how she had treated him before) in such skimpy clothing, her car parked half-on and half-off the kerb on the street. There was no time to worry about things like that, however, as he swallowed hard, heart in his mouth, everything coming to a head all over again regardless of how faint he felt.

Her breasts... They were bare. So wonderfully, terribly bare. And he couldn't help but stare at them, lower jaw falling slack. They were as huge as his mother's, although he would have loved to be able to compare them side by side to really get the full picture of what they were packing, moaning lowly.

“Wow..."

His grandmother smiled and arched her back, pushing her breasts up for him as the note on her left breast fluttered as if in an unseen breeze. It was not the crumpled, roughed-up note that Rachel had been sent with but something cut as if from very posh and expensive paper, shiny and glistening as if wet with ink. If he had not known better, he may well have said or thought that it had been written with a quill and ink, but that would surely be too outdated for even a hypnotist to take charge of...

Holding the note up as if for a special case of ceremony, he read aloud. It was the only way that it should have been done.

“Take your chance to control, it is now or never."

Mike shuddered. The hypnotist was kind, very kind. Although he knew not what he did, for surely he could not have possibly have known what Mike felt for his family and what his secret was there. Or maybe a hypnotist too had some manner of psychic ability that he would be forced to place stock in going forward, for he had been right about everything so far and opened the door to a whole new world for Mike that would never again be the same.

He ushered his grandmother inside and closed the door behind them, a slow, wicked smile spreading his lips wide.

Truly, it was now or never.

And it was never going to be never.

*

Life changed quickly, the details highlighted and the rest a blur as he learned what it was to be in charge, to be in control. His grandmother did not behave quite as simply as his mother in her hypnotised state but that only meant that she was at even greater liberty to run amok and cause trouble around the house, giggling and trying door handles at every opportunity. Why, he even had to hide the keys to stop her from running out into the garden and scaring the neighbours, although he didn't want to answer any questions as to why she was naked or in lingerie as either seemed to be a state of being that she was quite happy with!

Otherwise... Life was good. Very good, in fact. He had everything he wanted and he trained them in the manner that he imagined he would a dog – well, it wasn't as if he was that good with people of any age or kind. They'd made sure of that, holding him back and restricting him at every turn, making sure that he never reached his potential in life. Of course, sure, they had always thought that they were pushing him, pushing him to be a better man than he was, but it was all a lie and all they had managed to do was break him down with their strict and stringent control.

With that control in his hands, however, he could force them to follow the same strict schedules, punishing and disciplining with bottom spankings when they were naughty. For that was something that their controlled minds, broken and twisted, understood even if it may not have been a suitable method of punishment for real people, their wails and squeals coming with snotty noses and at least some level of understanding what they had done wrong. He could at least be glad that the hypnotist had programmed in some suitable ways for him to control them, or else everything would go to hell very, very quickly. Controlling them required everything of his attention and simply going to work (well, he worked from home as a professional gamer) was a task in itself when they were busy napping.

There were perks though, like Magrath's new pubic hair, the light curl and fuzz dyed in a rainbow of colours. He even ordered her to show it off from time to time, spreading her legs for his attention, need shining in her eyes. He didn't have to pay her that attention though, leaving her needy while he left her wanting for his cock, her pussy wet and desperate for that of the only one in her life that mattered.

“Fetch me soda."

Magrath rushed to the kitchen, a lot steadier on her feet than Rachel was. But Rachel still wanted to help out and she squealed and tried to snatch the glass from her mother as Magrath made a face and held it up and away from her.

“Ne-ne-ne – can't have it!"

That wasn't an appropriate answer for Rachel who squealed and stomped, having a full-blown tantrum while Mike rolled his eyes.

“No! Stop or spanking time! Do you want me to spank you?"

Rachel froze, eyes wide and her bottom lip trembling.

“Nooo..."

“Then behave."

They needed to be brought back into line but he didn't mind that, considering the perks that he got out of the deal. It was a one-sided deal, truly, but he knew that his mother and grandmother were still in there from how they moaned when he fucked them, their language skills improving and increasing, becoming his sex dolls for intercourse and then returning to the little brats that they had been acting like for their entire lives.

Magrath presented herself to him on all fours, fat arse wiggling for his attention, and she was his sexy grandmother again, the older woman's flesh wrinkled but still tight too in place from all the lotions and potions that she used. She was not short of money and it showed in the lingerie that she had brought along with her, everything designed to tantalise and titillate Mike, driving him to fuck her desperately over and over again.

He wasted no time, as naked as his two sexy hypnotised women, shoving his cock into the hole that it had become so familiar with over the last few days. Her pussy wrapped itself around him as if her body was trying to draw him in deeper and harder than ever before, but he did not pause in his game as the controller clacked and tapped in his hands. He was about to hit a new level and a new zone, after all, and he couldn't pause in what counted as 'work' for him when he was already so damn close. Besides, he needed the cash too after having to order food for three people and not just the one for a whole week. Ramping up his game was certainly something that he would have to consider, even though he was not the best player in the world. If he had been, he'd have had a lot fewer problems on his plate than he actually did in his version of reality.

But his version of reality was, indeed, fucking awesome too. There would never be anything that could compare to slamming into his grandmother's wet pussy as he bested a boss, swearing and cursing and triumphing over each and every adversary that the game threw his way. A raid would be starting soon too and he had to be ready for it as he gritted his teeth and leaned over her back, Magrath obligingly staying good and in place for him, the perfect place for his cock. Taking her doggy-style had to be just about his favourite position because it allowed him to focus on other things while he got his rocks off, ignorant to their pleasure.

They didn't have sexual needs, not really. Well, not anything that was not already fulfilled by him stuffing them full day in and day out. They just wanted him, to please him and to serve him, and he was more than happy to take that service from them. He should have used them to better the house, of course, but Mike had never really worried about how he kept the place, the whole house a tip – even more so than it usually was. But no one was going to come around when they were there, he would make sure of that, and a grimy carpet wasn't going to bother him or towering piles of rubbish either when he had so much more to occupy his time and dick with.

He pounded her erratically, showing no finesse whatsoever in the jerky yet driving strokes of his shaft. He'd never had as much sex as he got there with his mother and his grandmother, their bodies always ready and available for him at all times. That was a good thing, a very good thing, and he took full advantage of it. So much so, in fact, that it almost became commonplace for him to simply hammer into them regardless of what else he was doing or what was going on. He needed them, their mouths or their pussies, and he would have them too, forgetting that there were other things in life to be getting on with too.

“Get some!"

Swearing and slamming the controller down triumphantly, Mike snarled viciously at the screen, a beast in the moment that was no more than a young man in the privacy of his own home, although there was no longer all that much privacy for him. His 'girls' ran riot when he didn't keep tight and close tabs on them, squealing and interrupting him in the shower, although he minded that a lot less when it was with their mouths hungering for his dick. He didn't have a tit to suck, of course, so Rachel was less interested in his chest than she was her mothers, addicted to the action that bid her drive on and on, hankering for more.

Nothing could satisfy them and he was quite happy to go along with that, more active sexually than he had ever been and yet still lazier than ever in the rest of his life. He only gamed enough to make sure that he could pay the bills but, well, he could take money from his mother and grandmother if needed on that side, so that was all well and good. Magrath had her retirement from her late husband too and the women in his family were most certainly not short of money. Why should he worry about their finances and lives when they could be better used to both please and serve him?

Yes... Yes, that was what he needed from them. Gripping Magrath's hips, wrinkled in light folds of skin that had seen the passage of time, he leaned over her, grunting and heaving until his cock exploded yet again in orgasm. He'd lost count of how many climaxes he'd had since their hypnotised beings had come, afresh, into his life but he did not care either. No, it did not matter when he got everything he wanted and more, Magrath dressed in a babydoll that sort of covered her body but not really, leaving her tits and arse hanging out for his attention. And that was just the way that it was supposed to be, her body available and accessible to him at all times.

Never before had he thought that he would ever be fortunate enough to enjoy his fetish, his dirty, kinky secret of incest, with his mother and grandmother. Of course, there had been reading online and stories that he could not be sure whether or not they were true to feed him, fuelling his lust, but there would never be anything that could raise that need in him like his grandmother's pussy. Rachel sat on the sofa, having worked out how to clamber up there, and he grunted as he stayed there deep inside his grandmother's hot cunt, head rolled back and lips parted.

“Rachel."

He said her name loudly and clearly, making sure she heard him. And it was still quite clear that she was in there, her mentality intact and wavering from one extreme to the other, depending on his need for her. Giggling, she smiled widely and sat up straight, wiggling a little, for the good grace and gift of his attention.

“Yes, Mikey?"

She still used her little name for him, one of the few words she could say as her mind teetered towards a more simplistic fashion of being. It was almost getting cute.

“Fetch me something to eat."

It was a vague order but he was too tired or perhaps too lazy to make things clearer for her, staying there to enjoy the warmth of his grandmother as he ran his hand down her back. She was fine, so very fine, and the sensation of lace brushing against his hand exquisite in itself. He'd not been able to get old girlfriends to wear lace for him, though there hadn't been many of them. He preferred not to think about the number.

Magrath moaned and arched her back, rocking back against him as if to plead for more without words, eyes closed and her breasts jiggling lightly with every little motion of her body. The lace cupped them, putting them on dominant display, and Mike laughed cruelly to himself as he groped and massaged them, knowing that she'd love absolutely anything he did to her, as was the way of the hypnosis. He hadn't bothered to read up on what hypnosis could or could not do as yet but he assumed that they wanted it all regardless of anything else, the pinch and sharp tug of his fingers closing in on her nipples as she jerked and gasped.

But she was his toy and a toy she would remain as Mike let his cock, slowly, harden up again inside her. So distracted was he by the slickness of his own pre-cum around his cock and her soaked passage that he didn't hear Rachel returning and jumped when she appeared with a steaming plate of waffles, heaped in maple syrup. Or, well, whatever went for a chemical version of syrup that had surely been dragged up from the back of one of his cupboards, the bottle dusty and out of date. It didn't matter to him.

“Mikey?"

Jerking his head at her, he pointed.

“Here. Put them here."

It may not have seemed like the best place for waffles to go, particularly when the plate was more than a little hot, but she did as he bid, wobbling and toddling until she could bend over to place the plate on her mother's back. Magrath, as per her training, stayed perfectly still, allowing Mike to enjoy his breakfast or lunch or dinner or whatever, knowing too that she had to be a good girl for him. The very best girl, in fact, if only she was to make him smile, make him cum, make him happy – yes! He had to be happy! Happy, happy, happy!

Rocking back and forth lightly, Mike smirked at how the waffles shifted on her back, toying with the idea of putting them on his grandmother's tits and eating them off her body directly. That was a kinky thought but there was still a bath to be had for them all and, well, he just hadn't gotten around to it with so much going on. The women had dried cum-stains on them from not cleaning themselves up, trusting and relying on him to care for them in that manner, while his responsibility fell by the wayside. They did not know or care that they were dirty, only that they were there to please him and were doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing.

Nothing else mattered.

He ate the waffles sloppily, hungry to get back to just what was taking up his days and his nights, need rising and rising. He needed more, always more, and he was not hungry for food or water anymore, although Mike could not have honestly said that he was much of one to drink beer or alcohol. It just had never appeared to be and, besides, he didn't need anything that further hampered his sexual ability and prowess, what little of that there was. Where he had, before, been lacking in confidence, he blossomed and bragged to his hypnotised family that he was the best at sex in the whole world and they lapped it all up as if it could not possibly be true, wanting only to please him, to make it so. They would have believed anything at all that he said and he was thankful for that, however over-inflated it did end up making his ego.

Syrup drooled and splattered messily over Magrath's back but neither of them noticed as he finally grunted in satisfaction and tipped the plate aside, grinding into her as he took his pleasure and fill of her once again. A pussy like hers deserved to be adored and he wasn't going to hold back in the slightest as he hammered and pounded and ground into her, using her as nothing more than a warm hole to wrap around his cock, eager to get off over and over again. Some would have said that he was addicted to sex but, in all honesty, he was merely sex starved from all the time he had spent not getting his needs met. Truly, that was never going to be a problem ever again.

“Fuck!"

The swear word came out before he could stop it but the throb of power, ecstasy curling through, was just as swift. Who was going to stop him from swearing? No one, that's who! He could do whatever the fuck he wanted and it was all going to be okay! No more worrying, no more stressing, no more rushing, no more... Well, no more of anything at all. He didn't have to do what they'd told him to do for so many years, even if he was ignorant to the state of the place, falling into shabby disrepair as his lust grew and grew.

He just had to keep fucking her, keep on slamming into that hot, wet hole over and over again, enjoying everything that was his to take. And Magrath was there for him too as her daughter watched wide-eyed, wanting to be in that position too, wanting her Mikey to pay her attention. Why was it that her mother was getting all the attention? It just wasn't fair, not fair at all! But she did not say anything for fear of upsetting Mike, for she knew too that that was against the rules, a thing that bad girls did and she wasn't a bad girl, she was a very good girl, always a good girl. She had to prove that to her Mikey still.

She knew he was her son but there was no pride in how she watched him, a heaving force of sexuality, as he crammed his cock into her mother as if there was to be no more sex in the world left for him if he did not take this one orgasm and passion with all the gusto he had in his soul. Slavering, he was barely aware that there was drool in the corner of his lips, furiously pounding her, thrusts coming so hard that surely Magrath would have been hurt if not for how her brain was wired. Mike didn't know how to go slow, to be gentle and sensual, only taking what he needed as he finally groaned out another weak orgasm, although, to him, he was the most virile stud of them all, a breeder who could impregnate anyone.

Even his family.

Magrath was surely past the point where she could have children (well, he wasn't all that clued up on things like that and neither did he pretend to be) but his mother could and it excited him in a dark sort of way to imagine her heavy with his kid. The aftermath of that wasn't something that factored into the fantasy but he saw Rachel in his mind's eye right then and there, grunting and howling as he seeded his grandmother full once again.

Plenty more lusty encounters awaited them, however, as time passed and he gamed when he could, putting them down for naps and finding a routine that suited them all. Well, it suited him and kept the women out of trouble, although he didn't really have any things to occupy them with besides his cock and the rest of his body. He ordered them to look after him even as he allowed his care for them to slip, sloppily sliding down a slippery slope into deprivation. They would be fine, however, as adults, and able to get the basics like food and water as he was never going to forget to feed himself and feeding them at the same time, well, that was just something that made sense.

But the sex, oh... Nothing compared to the sex as another two weeks went by and he came up with kinkier ideas to try out, branching out. He didn't know, of course, just how long their hypnosis would last and felt that he had to try, had to do something to make the most of the time, for he'd already dug himself a hole too deep to ever again climb out of if he dared consider doing more and more to them, taking their bodily needs for his own day in and day out. Sometimes he didn't even remember whether it was day or night when he was fucking them.

“I have something for you."

He didn't need to use his names because there was no one else there that he could be referring to but they still had their stubborn streaks and kept their eyes down resolutely, playing with the toy cars and some dolls that he'd dug up from a collectable set that had never actually gone up in value. Whereas that was a shame, he still was glad that he could give them at least something to occupy themselves with when he needed a break, slumping down on the sofa with a cold soda in his hand for rest and respite from the hard work of looking after them, even if he wasn't actually doing very much at all.

“Vrrrrroooom!"

Rachel made the noise by fluttering her lips as if she was blowing a raspberry and he cut in rudely, stepping in front of her to present her newest toy to her with two hands as if it was something that she should well have snatched up immediately. But she didn't know what it was and Magrath hastened to be the first to claim it, turning over the toy over and over again between her hands.

“What is it?"

Comprehension dawned in her eyes and she giggled, shrinking back a little, a shy nymph of the woman that she had once been. Had the hypnosis unleashed the woman she actually was or suppressed her, actually? There was no way to tell but Mike could not stop himself from smirking as he pushed them a little more to look at the large double-ended dildo that he had bought them. It was good quality silicone too and a good starter toy, he had thought, when he was only considering just how a toy would work with his family.

Curiously, Rachel mouthed it – or, at least, she tried to as Magrath ripped it away, squealing and obstinately hiding it from her. But that trouble was not to escalate to anything further as Mike rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. It was time...for playtime.

“Play with it."

They were no longer simple in mind then and came together lustfully, Rachel going for her mother's breasts now that she was allowed. Mike didn't allow her to suckle them all the time as it was something, he said, was for him to allow or not – a treat, if one would like. The TV blared in the background but Rachel didn't pay it any mind at all anymore, the loud colours clashing and jarring and designed for children. It was not for her, however, as she moaned and suckled wantonly on her mother's bare breast, pulling as much of it, nipple and all, into her mouth as she could. Of course, her mother's tits were far too large for her to get a whole one in there but the drive was real, her need higher than ever, and Mike shivered, enjoying the show already even though the majority of his attention was focused on where that dildo was at any one point in time.

His grandmother was wielding that and she kept eye contact with him as she kicked it, miming the act of giving him a blowjob and, damn, she gave good head too. He wouldn't have expected it from her but just the sight of her pushing her soft lips down over that silicone shaft had him grunting and groaning, humping from his position on the sofa, imagining that it was actually his cock. But his cock was just the one and could not fuck both of them at once, which was really what he wanted to see.

His little sex sluts, whores for cock. He had many names for them but there were few others that a man thinking with his downstairs brain could come up with, tipping forward and breathing heavily. But he was too lazy still to leave the comfort of his seat as his grandmother slurped and suckled on that cock, her lips leaving a slick trail of saliva behind to gleam in the artificial light overhead. The curtains, of course, were drawn tightly shut against the rest of the world and he was happy to keep it that way, just so he could live in his strangely kinky little world, a world that had been thrust upon him.

It was the way it was all meant to be.

Rachel grunted around her mother's breast, tonguing her nipple, but she could not help but spread her legs as the dildo wormed its way between them, guided by Magrath's hand. Spreading her thighs, Magrath laughed and played with it, toying with Rachel as if she was not actually going to thrust the cock inside her, but teasing her until her daughter whined and whimpered, begging without words to just give it to her already.

And Magrath, when she was asked so very nicely, was happy to oblige, ramming the toy into her daughter as her fat legs spread and she fell back on the carpet. The toy rammed in and out of her, cruder yet smoother than the strokes from Mike's own cock, and Magrath controlled it eagerly for several hard, long strokes before her own need came to the forefront immediately. A desire and drive like that could not be ignored and she panted, groping and squeezing her own tits, cradled by lace, putting on a show for the only man in the world that mattered to her, watching her every move with wanton lust.

Rachel allowed her mother to turn her around onto all fours without any trouble at all and arched back, the grind and thrust of the dildo too much to ignore, too much to pass up. It was all a treat, a treat for her, and she had to take it, humping back even as Magrath slotted the other end of it neatly into her pussy.

And then things really heated up as Mike kept his eyes fixed on them at all times, jerking his cock off to the show playing out before him, his mother and grandmother wantonly and desperately fucking themselves on a huge double-ended dildo as if their lives depended on it. He panted and heaved for breath that would no longer come easily but that was no matter as long as he got his show, the toy going down better than he could have ever imagined it doing. Slick with their juices, sexual arousal running rampant, they humped and ground back at one another, huge breasts swaying and wobbling, so much movement in rolls of flesh at play that his eyes didn't know quite where to look.

Tits... Arse... Cock... There was too much to pay attention to as Rachel threw her head back and moaned like the true slut that she was, hips jerking and swaying and wiggling and doing all she could to get more and more pleasure from that cock. More and more, she needed more, so much more, and it was all there for her to take as long as she did what Mike said. All she had to do was listen to Mike, her Mikey, and everything would be okay, her heart full and warm and her pussy wet with his desire.

Of course, her mind could not lock onto the words even if they were all true and indicative of her need, her mentality rising and pounding, a roaring force that could not simply be cast aside. Rachel grunted and groaned and hung her head, boobs swinging as Mike could not take his eyes from them either. They were what he settled on eventually, eyes darting and glancing between one woman and the other – then back again all in super-quick succession. He wanted them both so much and yet it was a show that he was happy to simply sit there and take in too, leaning back into the comfortable cushion that had long ago conformed to the shape of his body. His shoulder pressed into it and he hissed through his teeth, toying with his cock on the edge of an orgasm that could be his or not, whatever he wanted at the end of the day.

But not yet. There was still too much to see and he spared a moment of lust to lean forward all the way, groping and pulling at Magrath's jiggling tits as he humped back at her own daughter. Moaning, his grandmother adoringly tilted her head in towards him, although she could not lean against him, every last part of her wanting his attention above all else even if she could not have said why. His touch sent tiny, electric shocks through her and simply the grace of being in his presence was more than she could have ever have imagined, wanting more and more, her desire a pounding sense that could only be satisfied when Mike was there with her.

So what were a few niggles of pain from her boobs when he was there to care for her, to provide for her? Groaning lustfully for her grandson, she hung her head in turn, submitting to him as her daughter had too, and Mike smirked, turning his attention to the kinky join of their bodies. It was a shame that double-ended dildos were quite so long, kind of, as it meant that they could not smoosh their pussies up against one another but he could bear that in mind and dig into the depths of the most sordid places of the internet to find something better, something more, something that could satisfy his voyeuristic thrill and pleasure even more than it already was being satisfied. There was always something more that he could do and it was about time that he took the ecstasy that was due to him, experimenting and exploring. Watching all that porn without a girlfriend (or even when he had a girlfriend who just wouldn't fuck him) was surely going to pay off as he finally got to put so much of it into practice...

They had to climax first, all for his show, and he hungrily latched his eyes onto that slick length of dildo that was left outside their pussies. Each hump back, working out their sweetly synchronised rhythm, came with a splatter of exotic pussy-juice, their honey pots working overtime to keep up with the kinky demands that Mike put on them. Grandson and son, he was everything to them, and the grind of their bodies was there solely to keep him happy, need coming above anything else for the two of them that could or could not have existed. It was hard to see anything with such passion going on and Mike's breath caught, seeing the thrumming lines of tension in their bodies even if he did not yet want to get close enough to feel them for himself.

Who could have known that being a voyeur could be so good?

A drug that he could not stop taking, their pleasure made him hotter and readier than ever, grunting and heaving for breath as if he was too heavy in himself to actually take it for his own. He moaned and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other but there was no pausing or calling halt to their lust as his will drove them on, his women knowing exactly what he wanted them to do. It was all they were there for then, of course, to put on a show, and their cries of orgasm had his head spinning, watching their pussies grow wetter and wetter for him, all under his jurisdiction and will.

But their climaxes would not go on forever and he was on his feet already, hungry for the next portion, what would give him too his pleasure unlike anything else. Almost back to the edge again already, Mike vowed to hold off, if only so that he could enjoy everything all the more, his fantasy and lust taking the top spot in whatever it was that he did.

They looked up at him adoringly, the dildo sliding wetly from Rachel's pussy but remaining in Magrath's, shuffling around until they were side by side on their knees before him, his sex kitten sluts. They were his to do with as he willed and he paused there for a moment to allow the truth of that to sink in, excitement rising and rising as every pulse of his cock, blood pumping, brought a fresh yet delicious globule of pre-cum to the head, wanting and craving something more again still.

Would he ever be sated?

“Jerk me off."

Apparently not. But, oh, how they leapt to the task! Before he could not have imagined dealing with one woman at a time so having two pawing at his dick and balls, the only things in the world for them, was pure heaven, his need flowing through in the raw essence of power. They knew what they were there to do and they did their job admirably, even slurping and fighting playfully between his dick with their lips, although it was their servitude and their hands that were, of course, the main event. Tongues flicked out and he groaned as they pleasantly lashed the head of his dick, throbbing and soaked with his own cum and pre-cum. There didn't seem to be any time at all where his dick was not wet and he was just fine with that, their bodies twisting and cavorting in thick, luscious flesh before him.

His eyes remained on them, raking and taking all in. The double-ended dildo remained wedged into Magrath's pussy and she valiantly held it there even with her older, looser muscles. He had loosened her up again some (at least, that was what he told himself) with his fucking and rough sex but that was just for the betterment of them all as it meant that she could then take his cock without so much trouble, allowing him to wedge deeply up into her each and every time he wanted to take her. But there was still the promise of her anal ring and passage, that forbidden hole, a secret that he had not yet experienced for himself that both terrified and excited him beyond his wildest imaginings.

Maybe there was another kind of double-ended dildo that could work on both of his grandmother's holes...

The thought would remain in the back of his mind to be picked up at a later date and time when he had more space in which to think, loathe to slip away from the present moment as Rachel eagerly jacked him off with both hands. Such a crude undertaking but it was all that he wanted in the moment, panting and gasping for breath, hips working, jerking and thrusting. There was no finesse in his movements even though he should have been getting the hang of just how to thrust by this point but that was solely because he didn't need to, laziness getting the better of him each and every time in the clutter of his living room.

Harder and faster: orgasm was cumming, quite literally. They'd had theirs and he'd been good enough and kind enough to take care of them first, letting them have their pleasure as a hot streak of desire shot through him. There was no denying it and he grunted out his orgasm, cum spewing forth as they both pressed in desperately, wanting to be the one that got the most cum on them, splatters of seed marking their tits in creamy, thick rivulets.

It trickled down and around Rachel's nipple but she didn't seem to notice, leaning in against her mother as she knelt before her superior, the son that she had never known she'd really wanted. He was everything she needed, towering above her as she stared adoringly up at him, his dick filling her vision as she pawed at him again, flicking out her tongue against the tip for that added little bit of stimulation when it otherwise may have been too much for Mike to bear.

“Ohhh..."

She flushed with pride. He liked it, he really liked it! And did she even need anything else in her life except to know that he liked it? Magrath felt the same but her mind worked more quickly, hankering to know just what she could do to please Mike all over again, the musky-salty taste of him thick in her mouth, something that would linger until long after their session together. On her lips resided a drop of cum but it was Rachel who was swift enough to catch that in her mouth, sucking her mother into a deep kiss, tongues tangling, although no one was more dominant than the other.

Mike slumped back onto the sofa, barely aware of them joining him, snuggling in while Magrath this time used his dick to suck on, teasing him even in sleep. So over-stimulated was he that it didn't even stop him from slipping off into sleep with his best women, the family that he'd needed and yet had not been able to take for himself until his whole world had changed. And now, as Rachel pressed her face into the crook of his neck, seeking comfort even in fitful bursts of burbling slumber, everything would be different.

Mike smiled faintly, eyes closed.

He'd make sure of it.