The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My name is Dorian—I’m 16 years old and I’m now the man of the house. My father ran out on my mother and I nearly three years ago. I’m glad he’s gone. He used to come home drunk and knock my mom around. Afterwards he’d be very sorry and they would be luvvy-duvvy for a while, but it didn’t stop him drinking, and it didn’t stop him hitting her again.

I didn’t understand it. It was almost as though mom put up with the hitting because she enjoyed the added attention when he was sorry. Well that all came to an end. I came home from school and found mom sobbing in the hallway. Dad had left, his clothes removed from the house sometime during the day. Now there’s just mom and me.

She seems to have lost all faith in men. I think she’s a beautiful woman She’s 5″ 9′ with large tits, auburn hair and very, very long legs. However she always comes across and sad and wears baggy clothes to disguise herself. Even I wouldn’t know how beautiful she is if it wasn’t for catching glimpses of her coming out of the shower (those glimpses had involved great subterfuge). She has great tits with gloriously prominent nipples that I would dearly love to touch and pinch.

Other than my love of my mom, I also love art. My art teacher at school is always congratulating me. This means that the other kids hate me, but I don’t care, I going to do art when I get to college. All I need to do now is to come up with a portrait to add to my portfolio for my finals. I’m hoping that I can get mom to sit for me. Firstly, because I don’t like the model at school, but mainly because I wanted to paint her.

I tracked mom down in the kitchen.

“Mom. I need to do a full reclining figure as part of my final project for art and rather than be use the school model I was wondering if you would sit for me?”

“Sit?”

“Well actually lay would be a better description” I laughed. “however sit is the normal term used. We could even use the chaise long in the lounge”

“Why would you want me to sit for you?”

“’Cos you’re beautiful”. mom smiled briefly. “and because you’re cheaper than the school model.”

She laughed. “Well if you’re going to sell it to me like that, then how could I refuse. What should I wear?”

Half an hour later I had mom stretched out on the chaise long wearing a simple while silk blouse and a black full skirt. I had argued that she wear higher heels that the normal court shoe she wore, but she had refused.

“How should I lay Dorian?” She asked

“Imaging those pictures of Victorian ladies at rest.” I explained. “Try to look sort of languid with one arm beside you and the other on you hip.” She complied “yes that’s it—try to keep still now and it would be nice if you could smile”.

I quickly started to block out the picture. Once complete I started to add detail

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes—it’s quite comfortable, but I feel as though I’m going to fall asleep”

“If you feel like it, do so. I’ve finished the rough work on your head so you can rest if you want to”

Several hours later I gently shook her awake. While the picture was by no means complete I had enough to work from and hoped to have a finished picture by the end of the week.

Chapter 2

The picture was a great success and I aced my exams. People commented on the fact that while the woman was very attractive, there was a definite air of melancholia about her. This proved to me that I had captured my mother correctly. I was accepted for the local college meaning that I would not be leaving home and settled down for a long and relaxing summer vacation.

I was laying on the bed looking at where the picture of mom leaned against the wall and again congratulating myself on how well it had turned out.

“I wander what it would look like with a smile on her face?” I pondered to myself. Putting thoughts into action I immediately routed out my paints and easel and an hour later mom smiled back at me from the canvas. It had been hard to remember what she would looked like with a smile since it had been so long since I had seen her do so. As I finished up I heard mom returning home from work.

“Dorian? Are you in yet?” she shouted from the front hall.

“Yes. Just messing about. I’ll be right down.” I called back. After cleaning up, I wandered down stairs coming up on her as she put some groceries away.

“How was work today?” I asked

“Same old same old.” She straightening and turning to look at me. As she saw me she suddenly smiled. It was like the sun coming up as her whole face lit up.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you smile for a long time.”

“Don’t know. Just suddenly feel happy I suppose. Must be because I was home from work.”

I wasn’t going to argue that she hadn’t had that affect in the past.

“No,” she continued. “I definitely feel happy at the moment.” The smile widened. “But I could do with a relaxing bath my back’s killing me.” She laughed, pushing her fists into the base of her back which had the consequence of thrusting her tits forward. I gulped as I tried not to too obviously stare at them.

Over the next several days mom would come home and seemingly cheer up when she saw me. She even commented that I was obviously her happy pill.

Back in my bedroom I reviewed my picture of her. Indeed the smile on her face in the picture now reflected real life. “Obviously a coincidence” I thought “but wouldn’t it be great if it wasn’t”. Checking the picture again I decided to change the hairstyle. Make it more refined. Ten minutes later mom’s face looked back at me with twinkling green eyes, a radiant smile and a hairstyle that beautifully framed her face.

Chapter 3

I just happened to be walking down stairs when mom came in the door the next evening. Looking up at me she smiled. Her hair had been cut exactly as I had painted it in the picture!

“Nice hair mom. A new style for you, but you look great!”

“Thanks,” she replied “I decided for something different. Just decided to get it done at lunchtime and lucked into a cancellation slot. Cost me a fortune though”. She smiled again and patted her hair.

“It was money well spent.” I commented. “You’ll be fighting men off with a stick.”

“I doubt that.” She laughed. “but thank you for the compliment. Do you really like it?” she asked.

“Too right I do.”

“Well then it was indeed money well spent.” Smiling, she kissed me on the cheek before walking past me into the kitchen.

I ran back up to me bedroom. Yes the style in the picture was the same style on my mother. Was it coincidence? Twice? I wondered what changes I could do to see if something special was really happening.

“I know—I’ll make some changes that she would never do on her own.” The paints came out and I started mixing the colors I wanted. The original picture had been good enough and the material of mom’s silk blouse shear enough that I had painted in the bumps of the straps of her bra. These I slowly painted out leaving a smooth shoulder. I sat back admiring my work. “It definitely needs something else” I thought. “Nipples.” I chucked “definitely needs nipples.” at the thought my deft brush strokes slowly revealed what looked like two erect nipples poking through the material. As an afterthought I painted out the bottom of her skirt, raising it from just below the knee to a couple of inches above. I then needed to wait...

That evening I was sitting in the kitchen when I heard mom’s key turning in the front door.

“Do you want a cuppa” I called as she walked in.

“Yes that would be wonderful” she called back “give me 10 minutes. I want to get out of these work things”.

Those ten minutes seemed to drag by until she came into the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but what I got made me gasp out loud in a mixture of lust and triumph. Mom stood before me in a white blouse and a black skirt that only reached mid thigh, her legs were incased in dark tights, but best of all was that fact that the free movements and the light suggestive nipple bumps on her blouse meant she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Before handing her her tea I gave her a hug.

“Welcome home mom” I told her squeezing as I said it. My chin was over her shoulder and my nose was buried in her hair just above her ear. “You should change out of your work clothes every evening.” I breathed gently over her ear. I felt her shiver.

“Do you think so?” she asked. Her voice small as she was crushed against my chest.

“Absolutely” I said. “In fact I demand that you change out of your work clothes every evening.” Sliding my hands down her back I let them rest in the small of her back making small circular motions.

“Hmmmmmm. That’s nice” she said. Small shivers shook her body and I heard her breathing increase. “If I get a back massage every day then it’s a deal.”

I pushed her away from me holding her at arms length. “You’re on.” I smiled noting the fact that her nipples were obviously erect poking at the material of her blouse. I looked from her nipples to her face catching a blush.

“Well, " she said taking a deep breath and folding her arms protectively over her tits. “Same time tomorrow then.”

The rest of the evening passed with me watching the fluid movement of her tits as she moved around the house. Whenever she saw me watching her she would blush, but I could see the nipples almost instantly respond. When it was time for bed I hugged her again, deeply breathing in her hair and stroking the base of her back and top of her buns. “Sleep tight mom.” I told her. “You looked wonderful this evening and I’m sure you’ll look as wonderful, if not better, tomorrow night.”

“G’night Dorian” she went to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head so she gently kissed me on the lips. A slight intact of breath, then she kissed me again, lips together but for several seconds before she left the room walking slightly unsteadily.

I ran up to my bedroom and immediately started to mix more paints. What should I do now? How far could I push it? Would the magic wear off? Questions flew through my head as I studied the picture.

I started to raise the height of the skirt again, and then painted it as though the remainder of a very short skirt had been hoisted up to her waist. I drew in a pair of high-cut and lacey black knickers and repainted her legs spread several inches further apart and incased in black stockings with a matching suspender belt. Having her legs apart meant that I could paint in more of the gusset of the panties. As a final touch I darkened the area over where her cunt would be to look as though her arousal had started to stain them.

Then getting into bed I masturbated furiously spraying copious amounts of cum as I thought about mom’s body and what I would do to it. After clearing up I went to get myself some water, as I passed mom’s door I could hear groaning sounds. As silently as possible I eased the door open. On the bed was mom, one hand pinching a nipple while the other was buried between her legs. She was masturbating as well!

I quietly closed the door wishing that the next day would come sooner.

The following night she struggled through the door with several bags.

“Do want a hand mom?” I asked coming forward to help her. On seeing me I heard her gasp slightly and her face color.

“No, it’s alright Dorian, I just need to get these to my bedroom.”

“No problem.” I took some of the bags from her, noting ‘Victoria’s Secret’ written on one of them. “Go ahead, I’ll follow you.”

She seemed to pause before sighing and leading the way up stairs her baggy work clothes hiding everything. When we got to her room she dumped her bags on the bed, I followed suite but then started to look through the bags.

“So what did you buy?” I asked starting to open the Victoria’s Secret bag.

“Oh nothing” she exclaimed, trying to snatch the bag from me. Avoiding her hands I opened the bag and extracted some tissue paper. Inside was a wisp of black lace.

“Hardly nothing mom.” I told her. “In fact I would say that never has so little been so much.” She blushed furiously, but I could see she was breathing fast. “I’ll leave you to change out of your work clothes. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” Another sharp intake of breath. “To give you your back massage of course”

“Yes Dorian.” She smiled almost shyly at me.

I left and descended to the lounge. Finally I heard mom walking down the stairs and I held my breath with anticipation. I was not to be disappointed.

Her legs were incased in shear stockings. I knew this because her skirt was so short the tops of the stockings showed. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough that her tits barely remained inside, as she moved her erect nipples almost popped into view. Instantly I was erect. I met her while she was still on the last step of the stairs. This way we were both the same height.

“Do you like it?” She asked tentatively.

“Oh yes” I said, drawing back to see her fully. Her blouse had slipped her shoulder so her right nipple was winking at me. She blushed furiously pulling it back into place, but I saw her checking the bulge in my trousers.

“I just don’t know why I’m doing this.” She complained. “It’s so wrong, but feels so right.”

I stroked the side of her face. Her eyes closed and she almost purred. I continued moving my hand, sliding it down her elegant neck, tracing her shoulder and then sliding it inside her blouse, capturing the breast in my hand with the nipple between my finders.

“You do it because you’re my mom and you want to look good for me.” I told her moving me my finders to squeeze and then roll her nipple.

“Oh god yessssss” she gasped. “You shouldn’t do this, but its so gooooood” The nipple was as erect as it could be. “Why am I allowing you to do this?” She whined.

“Because you must.” I told her. “Does it feel good?”

“God yes.”

“Did you wear the knickers I saw?”

“Yessssss” she confirmed. Her upper body starting to sway and push into my hand as I moved from one nipple to the other.

“Then since you wore them for me then don’t you think I should see them?” I asked.

“What?”

“Pull that skirt up so I can see that you’re really wearing them.”

Slowly, hesitantly, she started to draw up either side of skirt. As the white skin above her stockings came into view I moved my free hand to start stroking it. She stopped.

“Keep going.” I commanded. “I want that skirt up around your waist.” She groaned with lust and continued to raise it. Her panties started to appear, so shear that I could see her bush through the transparent front. An ever increasing area was being darkened by her arousal. God she must be wet down there.

Mom was swaying back and forth as though in a trace. Her eye shut tight, her hands holding her skirt around her waist.

“Look at me” I told her. Her eyes opened and she focused on me. “When you’re home you’re to dress like this.”

“Yes Dorian” she hissed

“You will not wear a bra” I pinched a nipple hard!—she groaned, “and if you wear panties they will be like these.” I cupped her cunt in my hand.

“Yessssss. Oh yessss”

“Open you legs wider.” I ordered. The heat from her cunt was almost burning my hand. As she spread her legs I caught the side of the panties and pulled them to one side. Stiffening my middle finger I thrust it into the heaven that was my mother’s twat.

“YEEESSSSSSS. Oh finger-fuck me darling.” Her hands let go of her skirt and grasped my shoulders convulsively. Stiffening my ring finger I added it to the first.

“Oh finger mommy’s cunt darling. Oh god, I need it so much. It’s been sooooo long.”

I jacked my fingers in and out of her, squeezing her nipples in time to my thrusts. By now her juices were soaking the whole of my palm.

“You’ll be getting more of this.” I told her. “You’ll be doing what I want, when I want.” I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was building up to a LARGE orgasm.

“This cunt is mine to do with as I want mom.” I lent forward and kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her arms clasped around my neck effectively stopping my attack on her tits. I moved to her ass instead.

Mom’s movements were getting frantic, her juices had made the whole of her inner thighs slick and a rhythmic sloshing sound accompanied my finger-fucking.

Pulling away from her mouth I stared directly into her eyes.

“You’re my cunt aren’t you mom?” I waited. “Tell me what you are.”

“I’m....I’m your cunt darling. Oh yes. I’m Dorian’s cunt mom. Ohhhhhh I’m going to cum...Yess. Yesss. Oh I’m Cuming, cuming.....CUMING! Nnnnnggggggggggg.” She collapsed against me, her muscles spasming and her cunt contracting wildly around my fingers.

Her head was buried against my chest. “Shouldn’t have done it, but it was so good” repeated over and over. Small after-shocks racked her body.

I slipped my finders from her cunt eliciting a groan as I did so. Calmly, I reached for the top of her panties and drew them down her legs.

“Nooooooooooooooo” mom whispered.

Ignoring her I pulled them down and off of her feet and wiped my fingers on them. I put a finger under her chin and raised her head to look at me again.

“Time to go back upstairs Mom.” I informed her.

“We shouldn’t have done this Dorian.” She whined. “It’s wrong and we must stop now.”

Even as she spoke I turn her on the stair and started directing her upstairs.

“Must stop” Mom whispered

I patted her on the ass, moving her forward up the stairs and into her bedroom. A storm of empty boxes covered the floor. I turned her gently and sat her on the edge of the bed.

“Can’t continue this. It’s wrong” She murmured.

I unzipped and pulled my painfully erect cock out of my trousers. Leaning forward I brought it to mom’s lips.

“Open!” I commanded.

I brushed her lips with the tip of my cock. Her lips opened automatically and the complaints ceased as she started to tentatively suck.

I was in heaven!

“Good mom. Suck me! You suck me so welllll.” I held the sides of her head and I started to fuck my cock in and out of my mother’s mouth. I was so aroused that it didn’t take long for her ministrations and the situation to get to me... “Get ready mom. Get ready because I going to cummmmmeeeee!” She tried to move her head back, but I held her tight and blasted shot after shot down her throat—her face buried in the front of my trousers. Once finished I drew my still erect cock from her mouth. With my mom in the position I had her, one cum just wasn’t going to be enough!

“I’ve never done that” she said, looking up at me “I mean I’ve never swallowed before.”

“You’ll be dong it a lot from now on.” I Stroked the side of her face with my cock. “Kiss it and say thank you.” I commanded.

“I can’t”. She turned her head away.

“I said kiss it mom.”

Finally she turned and kissed the head of my prick. “Thank you Dorian.” She whispered.

“Now lay back.”

“What?”

I reached down and drew her up by her knees. This had the effect of causing her to fall back onto the bed “Oh nooooooo.” She cried.

Ignoring her I pushed her further up the bed. Her legs spread wide and her skirt bunched around her waist. Her cunt was open to my gaze. The lips hung open glistened with her juices, scarlet with the blood pumping in them. I spread her motherly cunt even further and tried a trial lick along the length of the gash. “Hmmmmmmm not too bad I suppose.” It was my first task of a cunt, but it certainly wasn’t going to be my last! I went back for seconds.

Mom was ballistic!

“What are you doing?.....Mustn’t do that it’s dirty.” She tried to push my head away. Ignoring her I sucked her cunt lips into my mouth, then rimmed her hole before pushing my stiffened tongue inside. I was in heaven and mom wasn’t far behind.

“Never had this.” She panted. “....My whole body’s pulsing....Don’t stop, oh don’t stop...I’ll do anything, but don’t STOP!!.”

I searched with my tongue where I knew her clit to be located. On finding the hard little nubbin, I sucked it into my mouth, strumming it with the tip of my tongue.

“Yesssssssssss.... Oh yes...that’s the spot. Sucking my clit....suck my clittie...I’m going to cum again...too much...too much....” Her whole body stiffened, pausing as the roller-coster reached the pinnacle and then “YESSSSSS.....nnnggmmmm” I her scream turned into guttural incoherent groans as she came again.

I quickly moved up the bed and thrust my aching cock into her. She was so wet that I in to the root in one thrust. My first time in a pussy included the last spasms of a monster cum. I wanted to ensure that she would have another one soon.

Her legs wrapped around my back as I started to fuck her in earnest. It’s important to be earnest when you’re fucking your mother!

“Do you love it?” I asked her.

“Yes Dorian. I love it.” Her legs clasped me tight.

The room echoed to the rhythmic “slap, slosh” as I fucked her. Even though I had come not long ago, I could feel the cum boiling in my balls. I leaned down and thrust my tongue into mom’s mouth. Her arms clawed at my back while our tongues fought. The remainder of her cunt juice spread from between our faces. I broke the kiss.

“Pull you legs back.” I told her—she complied forming a flat plane of her pelvis so that I could really thrust into her deeply.

“Won’t be long now mom.” I gasped. “I’m going to cum deep inside you.”

“Yess. ...Fuck me Dorian.... Fuck me forever.” Her head rocked from side to side. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...FUCK MEEEEEE! Nnnnggggggggggggg”

“CUMINGGG...” my sperm blasted into her womb. Shot after shot as she tried to scratch my back through my shirt. I collapsed on top of her. My rapidly shrinking cock still inside her.

Slowly the sense of bliss reduced to a warm aftermath of happiness. I had fucked mom and she’d LOVED IT! I drew out of her cunt and rolled beside her. She pulled herself up into a fetal position, her knees clasped to her chest.

“Please go Dorian.” She said. “What we’ve done is wicked and we must never talk about it.”

“But you loved it.”

“I was wicked Dorian.” She insisted. “It must never happen again.” She would not look at me.

I stood up beside the bed. Looking down at her I could see her pussy squeezed between her legs. The thighs drenched with our combined juices—more leaking from her depths, her skirt still bunched around her waist.

“We’ll talk about it later mom.”

“Just go—please just go Dorian.” She begged.

Chapter 4

I walked into my bedroom. Mom was nearly mine, but needed just a little bit more of a push to get her to the compliant, willing and cum-drenched mom-slut that I wanted. I undressed; throwing my cunt-juice stained trousers in the wash and quickly got into the en-suite shower. Standing there I soaped myself and decided what changes I would make to the painting.

It was late that evening when I stood back from my master piece. No longer was it a picture of an attractive but sad woman, fully clothed and unavailable. Instead a wet-dream’s vision of a woman stared back at me. Her eyes twinkled suggestively, her face flushed with arousal and the tip of her tongue showing from the corner of her mouth. Her breasts were bare, an erect nipple being pinched by one hand, her hour glass waist and dark shadow of her belly button displayed. However it got better after that. She was naked except for a garter-belt and stockings; her legs obscenely spread apart while her completely shaved pussy was partially covered by her other hand which spread the lips of her cunt wide. Showing the sopping depths just waiting to be fingered or fucked. Lastly, around her neck was a black chocker from which hung a dog’s nametag. On it was etched a single name.

“Dorian’s”

With it I hope to turn my mother into the woman I wanted.

The next morning I woke to hear my en-suite shower going. “That you mom?” I called.

“Yes darling. I was up and wanted to get ready for you. Somehow I couldn’t get the temperature right in my shower so decided to use yours.” She giggled (!) “You don’t mind do you?”

“Of course not. Do you want me to wash your back?”

“No—I’ll be out soon.”

I heard the shower being turned off and the sounds of her moving around in the bathroom. The light flicked off and the door opened. I turned in the bed to see what the morning had brought me.

My mother stood in a white silk shorty nightie that barely covered her modesty. She smiled at me and slightly flushed. I could see that she had hurried in drying herself as the material had stuck to her breasts accentuating the hard nipples even further. I beckoned her over to the bed.

“Nice nightie mom. Is it new?”

She stopped at the side of the bed, seemingly unsure what to do next. “Yes I only got it yesterday. Do you like it?” She seemed concerned. Eager to please.

“I prefer what’s under it.” I slid a hand up under the bottom of the nighty and stroked her left hip. Her eyes closed and her breath sped up. “What shall we do today?” I moved to stroking the inside of right thigh.

“Anything you want Dorian.” She breathed. Starting to sway gently, trying to push herself against my hand.

I slid my hand up further and was rewarded when the back was kissed by a wet cunt. A cunt that was obviously as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

“What have we here?” I asked. She blushed furiously.

“I wanted to do something special for you.” She explained.

“Well pull up that nightie and show me what you’ve done.”

Slowly, seductively, mom pulled up the sides of her nightie. Her shaven pussy came into view, the lips of her engorged cunt slightly parted and the wetness inside starting to become apparent. She waited patiently, expectantly.

“Very nice.” I congratulated her. “Lose the nightie and move your legs apart.” She quickly complied. I brushed my fingers lightly over her cunt. Her breath hissed through her teeth at the contact.

“What is this?” I asked

“It’s my pussy Dorian.”

“No it’s your mommie cunt. What is it?”

“My mommie cunt.” She whispered. I slid a finger inside her.

“I can’t hear you mom.” My thumb rubbed her clit.

“It’s my MOMMIE CUNT.” She shouted. “Dorian’s mommie’s cunt.” Her hands went up to pinch her nipples as she tried to thrust herself further forward onto my invading finger.

I threw the covers off of me. My cock was rigid and pointing to the ceiling.

“Well then mom. You’d better stick my cock into your mommie cunt then hadn’t you?” Eagerly she scrambled onto the bed, pulling my finger from her and positioned herself above my cock. Taking it in her hand she directed it at her opening and impaled herself.

For the second time I was inside her. I felt her cunt muscles squeezing the entire length of my cock.

“You have a good cunt there mom.”

“Thank you Dorian.” She raised until the tip was just inside her and then dropped again.

I reached up and gently pinched and rolled her nipples.

“I wonder what it would look like if we go these pierced mom. Would you like that?”

“If you want to Dorian.” She bounced again. Liquid sounds filled the room as my cock hit her cervix.

“Really?” I pinched her nipples hard.

“Oh yesss.” She squealed. “If you want me to I’ll do anything. I’m your mommie cunt.” She started to rapidly bounce while I thrust up to help her.

“Well then this afternoon we’ll go shopping. You’ll wear no panties and no bra. Just a blouse and a light skirt so I can easily reach underneath.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” She gasped.

“I’m going to show what a beautiful mommie cunt was hidden under all those dreary clothes you wore.” I slapped her ass. “Yess darling....you can show me around town...”

“They’ll know you for the slut you are mom. You’ll play with yourself in the car.” I spanked her again. “and flash that bare cunt while in the store changing rooms.”

“Yes...flash cunt.....flash mommie cunt....” We were both very close now.

“and then we’ll see about those nipples...”

That was the last straw. I gave her one last spank and came inside her. Spraying the inside of her cunt with my seed.

“Cuming now....oh cuming now... mommie’s cumming.” She screamed as I let fly inside her. She collapsed and lay twitching on top of me. Once she had calmed down I patted her on her behind.

“We’ve got a busy day shopping then mom. My cock’s all slimey and I think you should clean me up.”

She looked up at me. “With your mouth of course.”

She smiled and scooted down the bed, quickly engulfing my semi-erect cock in her mouth. Our combined juices swallowed in seconds.

“And when you’ve finished with my cock you should scoop out as much of my cum from you cunt and drink that as well. You don’t want to waste any do you?” She looked up at me and smiled with her eyes. Her mouth bobbing up and down my rigid cock.

I lay back and thought about how my life had changed. Who said art was boring?