The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The morning sun was heavily subdued as it tried to shine through my window. It was early and I had rolled over to cover my head. Brushing against Mandy’s fur-lined form reminded me of her predicament. I wasn’t in the mood, but then, what would really be accepted as sex between us?

I pressed up close to her and she snuggled back into me but kept sleeping. Reaching around, I ran my hand over her body. The areas not covered with fur were baby soft and cooler to the touch. Her nipples hardened and I lightly grazed them. Of all the features of a woman’s body, breasts were the first thing I would focus on. I wouldn’t let any other part of her go untouched, but breasts were always special to me. I didn’t know why, it was just the way I felt.

I rubbed her boobs. Lightly. Slowly. Pressed my hand between them, allowing the weight of one to press my hand into the other. I sometimes fell asleep in such a position, but that wasn’t the intent this morning. Then I ran my hand down her exposed belly until I hit the area of fur just above her pussy. Using my legs, I got her to roll partially toward me and open up. Watching her peaceful face, I touched her sex. She dreamed about running in fields while I pressed my first two fingers into her warm pussy. She wasn’t wet. She was still asleep. I brought my hand up and sucked on the fingers, leaving them wet with saliva and enjoying the flavor that lingered from her. The next attempt was easier. Very quickly I had her heating up, getting wet and breathing heavier. She remained asleep, unknowing of my attention to her body, but her body responded and it was my curiosity to whether the changeable nature I had affected her with would interpret what I was doing as sex.

I pressed inside her, feeling her inner walls and finding the nerve cluster that would normally have Mandy climbing bed posts or headboards as she sang out in ecstasy. Her natural lube kept her from getting raw as I rubbed that button. With my thumb, I added a bit more sensation by rubbing her swelling clit. She started writhing, moaning softly and spreading her legs more. I was getting her close but something more was needed to send her over the edge.

Watching her move, and the way her full breasts shook, I leaned down and took a nipple between my lips. I was hard as a rock and would have been happy to do her the way she would probably prefer, but I wanted to know what restrictions we had. I knew she had to cum and it had to be because she was having sex with me. So, if I fingered her to orgasm, was that the same?

Her body straightened. Her pussy clamped down on my hand and it almost felt like it was sucking on my fingers. Her arms wrapped around my head and smothered me against her big boob. I knew those signs. Orgasm had been achieved.

When she relaxed and I sat up, she looked at me with big blue eyes rather than amber. “What a way to wake up...” she said with a soft smile.

I moved up and kissed her. She wrapped her body around mine and refused to let go. When she felt my hard cock against her leg she whispered, “Now I get to have all of you...”

Twenty minutes later, Mandy slipped out of the room, quiet as a mouse. The sight of her sneaking along with only a sheet wrapped around her had me getting hard again. I flopped back onto my bed, wondering if I would ever get control of my thoughts.

“A shower, an ice-cold shower is what I need,” I mumbled as I got up again. After putting on a pair of shorts and grabbing my shower kit, I snuck over to the upstairs bathroom. To my dismay, it was locked and I heard the shower going already. I could have sworn I heard other sounds coming from inside too, but...

“You can use my shower again, honey.”

I jumped and spun on the spot. Mom stood there, still wearing her bath robe. In the early morning light, her skin glowed along with the smile on her face. She strolled over to me and stood close enough for her robes to brush my skin but not to press against me.

I didn’t mind her standing so close. I didn’t even mind seeing her as such a beautiful woman wearing what I was sure was only her bathrobe. No, the problem was, I wanted sex and Mandy was sated. I needed to get to that shower.

Mom noted my hesitation. “It’s okay,” she said as she ran her fingers along the side of my face. I felt her desire again, only this morning it was stronger.

I grinned slightly, trying to look more relaxed, and slipped past her.

Just like the previous morning, a clean towel and the same scrubby were waiting for me on the counter. Had she anticipated this or just wanted to offer me a bit of seclusion for another reason? Yeah, paranoia was definitely back.

The back rub she had tried to give me the night before had ended up with her humping me. We had been alone then and I was pretty sure if she had really wanted me, we could have moved to her bedroom. Maybe she wanted to stay in the living room to maintain that bit of restraint due to the possibility of being caught? Maybe that chance excited her, but if so, then why not go further? Was this her way of apologizing for what she might have considered a wrong-doing? If she was following commands from a Mage she was bound to, then I was sure private showers in her bathroom weren’t an apology.

There was still the mundane possibility that she was just lonely. She hadn’t been with Dad in a while and she didn’t know about my frolics with the girls. She might have expected me to either bolt or take us to the next level. What if I were her real son? Would she have come to me for such comforts? Doubtful. Was she using me to get back at Dad? Possible. I shook my head as I closed the bathroom door and shucked my shorts. Why would she do that? Was there a possibility that she had fooled around before? Maybe. What if Dad was just too busy to take care of her? I had worried about taking care of all of my girls, but they had proven that if they wanted attention, they knew how to get it from me. There was typically no subtlety about it either. So, Mom had used me to get off. Was it really that big of a deal? Not really. She wasn’t bound to me, and as long as I kept my Charm—and more importantly, my desires—in check, that wouldn’t be a concern.

The big Jacuzzi tub that could hold two, possibly three adults was tempting. The showers back home were mostly impersonal, but then my girls and I shared them at every opportunity. The bedroom wasn’t the only place we enjoyed each others’ physical attentions. The thought of a bath had a certain appeal. Still, I wanted in and out. No lingering for any accidental walk-ins. So, I stepped into the shower stall.

The water felt good. I stood under the pulsing stream for a moment, letting it beat on my back and shoulders. Then I got some shampoo and lathered up my hair. Regardless of how much shampoo ads talked about no-tears shampoos, I always closed my eyes when washing or conditioning my hair. Years of habit. I was also used to feeling the occasional cold draft due to the construction of the showers back in Texas.

Cold draft?

I turned to rinse out my hair. I wanted to see who was in the shower with me. Then I felt hands on my chest. “Who’s there?”

Whoever it was didn’t answer. And whoever they were, they were moving down toward my swelling penis.

Furiously, I wiped the water from my eyes, but in my rush, the sting of soap hit me. So much for “no-tears”.

Those hands moved down to my thighs, bypassing my hardening member. I started to turn, to pull away from the invader, but they grabbed my hips and held me. The hands weren’t strong and I would have continued to struggle if I hadn’t felt more of their warm, wet flesh against mine.

My need was overriding my sensibility and restraint. A pair of soft, large breasts pressed to the sides of my heated rod. Involuntarily, I thrust, pressing myself to the cleavage I was sliding through. My hips began bucking, helping me race toward climax.

I threw my head back to let the shower wash the soap from my face and eyes. Then I felt another sensation that I enjoyed very much. Those soft, insistent hands held up my throbbing cock and a pair of soft, moist lips wrapped around the tip. I could feel the slight graze of teeth, the swish of their tongue and the warm seal of their lips. They didn’t take me very far in. Having a penis as big as mine makes it difficult for most women to deep-throat me. Length would be one thing, but I was thick too. Whoever she was, she was trying though.

I wanted it too. To feel my cock slide further between those lips, to not be teased with only my cock head in her mouth and the shaft left out. The sensation shifted and I knew my powers were following my desire. I felt the warm liquid, though it was very much like the hot water in the shower, I knew it wasn’t. This feeling was under the skin. Inside my cock, but not like peeing. That was still different. The warm liquid moved into her mouth and vanished. Then I advanced further into her oral embrace. I slid in, squeezing into her throat, feeling her breathing heavily through her nose, enjoying her voice as she moaned both from the passing of my power and her enjoyment of taking me deeper in her.

I refocused and got the soap and water out of my face. After testing and rinsing a couple of more times, I could see. Then I looked down.

One part of me had hoped it was Mandy. The touch told me it wasn’t. A small recess in my mind had even considered Monique, but I was pretty certain she was making those additional noises in the upstairs shower with Ryan. So, when I looked down and saw my Mom, with my cock almost completely engulfed by her mouth, I wasn’t completely surprised. She was on her knees, her hands on my hips, her nostrils flared from breathing and my shaft sliding forward until my pubic hair brushed her nose.

She looked up at me, her eyes burning with the same desire Monique had been filled with the day before. I reached out to Mom’s emotions and thoughts. Her body wasn’t just burning, she was engulfed in an inferno of lust. Her thoughts were disjointed, mostly images, all of the many different things she would do with me.

What was it my girls had suggested? That Mom was bound to another Mage. This was the perfect opportunity for that body search.

I had to focus, to not release while her desires were running rampant through both of us, but I also needed to know if she tapered off and wanted to end what was happening. Control of the situation was needed and at the moment, I would do anything she wanted. Come on! One strong clamp of her jaws and I was done for.

I cupped her face with my hands and held her firmly. I pulled back and pressed forward, slowly, letting her feel just how far she had me. The problem was, it felt good, really good. I had to keep my composure. I needed to know there was a reason for what was going on. The problem was my body was more than willing to spray her down again and again and she would work me toward that very thing. She wanted to taste me, feel my hot sperm splatter her body, even be filled with it in both her pussy and ass. Nothing at the moment was taboo or too disgusting.

A few more strokes and my first load would be poured into her throat, past her taste buds and excited lips. I pulled back. Mom tried to hold onto me, to move faster and bring about the climax she wanted from me.

That’s when the thought surfaced. She had gotten off last night. Now, it was about me getting off...

The command was there, loud and clear. She was supposed to make me cum as many times as it took to make up for her slight the night before. What kind of Mage sent his schiavi to someone else to get them off?

I pulled from Mom’s lips with an audible pop. She tried to pull me back to my mouth, but I held her firm. “No, not yet,” I said softly.

She smiled up at me and began to stand, rubbing as much of her body against mine as possible. She was definitely Mandy and Monique’s mother. I had seen the similarities between the girls’ bodies and now I was seeing the original plans.

She stood up, back arched, breasts full and standing proudly. Her nipples were hard, with puckered areolae, and the way the water splashed and ran down her skin in rivulets had me throbbing for much of what she had thought of doing with me. The look in her eyes was smoldering. The fire behind them would be able to melt the ego of the most confident man, and I was only confident in the sack. Her hair was already pulled back and wet and her hands roamed her body, pulling my eyes here and there. A sleek and slim waist, smooth, swelling hips, muscular thighs and calves and even sexy feet all held her up in the most provocative pose she could muster. I’ll tell you this: it worked.

Considering she had just let me visually roam her body, half of my examination of her was finished. I pulled her around, turning her so I could appreciate the view from behind and she turned happily. Her back seemed flawless, shoulder blades moving under her skin, the arch of her spine and overall torso shape splendid. Those hips added to the swell of her ass cheeks in a mouth-watering shape that begged to be touched, caressed and even have something long, hard and thick pressed against. Her legs, again, sublime.

Still no mark. What the hell?

Mom watched me take in the sight of her from over her shoulder. The smile on her face made it clear she appreciated looking good for whomever she decided to show herself off to. I had to admit that even for an older woman, she had aged marvelously. The problem was, she was expecting to fuck me several times and I didn’t have the experience to keep myself from giving her just what she was after.

Then, just as she started to turn back to face me, I noticed something. I stopped her and she turned back again, moving closer to press her soft and succulent ass against my fully standing mast. Being short enough to not be able to stand upright with my cock hugged between her legs, she ran her hands along my length and sandwiched me between our bodies. I let her do this as I pulled her wet hair to the side so I could see the back of her neck better.

Sure enough, the mark I had been looking for was there. A small red diamond hovered on the back of her neck, completely hidden by her long hair.

Mom thought I wanted her hair completely out of the way and pulled it up and into a quick bun. She leaned to me and I understood what she wanted. I pressed my lips to the nap of her neck and she squirmed under my touch.

This was going to be difficult indeed. If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to make sure Mandy and I weren’t caught together earlier, I would have the fortitude to just command my Mother to leave. Maybe I could reason with her...

“Mom,”—kiss—“I’m not sure we should...”—kiss—“this is wrong, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, but it feels good doesn’t it? You’re so hard, so big. You throb in my hands. Your body wants me. Please have me.”

“But Mom...” I was going to ask about Dad, but she interrupted.

“No, I’m not Mom right now, honey. You know we’re not related. I’m not your real mother. Call me Livia. Call me your bad girl. Call me your slut, your cunt, your bitch. Don’t call me Mom. I want to be fucked. I want your cum. I want to bathe in your cream.”

If I were in better control, I’m sure I would have argued, but her tone was beginning to take on that commanding hint of unpleasant things should I not obey. It made me a touch angry, but not enough to force her to stop.

I’ve heard the saying, “Keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer”. I wasn’t sure why that would be considered wise because I was sure if something could go wrong, it would be while we were naked and rubbing against each other in the shower.

“Fuck me Ral. Just take me and do to me what you want. Fuck me or I’ll fuck you.” She turned around, keeping as much of herself against me as possible. My eyes fell to her breasts again as her hard nipples slid across my wet chest. It seemed to give her an idea. “Is that what you want? You want me to be your Mommy? Your horny, sexy, fuck-slut Mommy? Would you like to suck on my tits while I ride your big hard cock until you cum in me?”

Apparently her last statement hit something that made my cock jump because she smiled at me.

“Yes. You want your Mommy, don’t you? Oh, baby. Fuck mommy. Give her your big prick. Suck on her big fat tits and drink her milk. You know I even lactated for you as an infant? I let you feed from these same breasts. I gave you the milk you needed to grow up so big, and hard, and long. Give me some of it back. Cum in me while you suck on me.”

She was stroking me between our hot bodies. Her last statements hit some kind of chord for me because I was suddenly very happy to comply.

I picked her up by the waist and her legs automatically wrapped around me. Turning around, I pressed her against the only non-glass wall. I wanted to give her what she had been asking for, but didn’t want the shower to fall apart in the process. Mom... no, Livia... no, Mommy held onto the shower head and the top of one of the shower walls to help support herself. With her soft round ass cheeks in my hands, I held her easily. My strength allowed me to be able to hold her there and fuck her for the next hour without the slightest discomfort, until I came. Then there might be some tumbling to the floor, but at the moment I wasn’t worried about that.

She loosened her grip with her legs enough for me to press my cock under her and then get the tip pointed at the heated lips of her molten core. With her weight and my up-thrust, I sank into her quickly and hit her cervix before her bottom reached my hips. She couldn’t take everything I had to offer and there was a short scream from her regarding that discovery.

My concern for her helped me gain some composure. We were already in position. She had seduced me into this with a few well-chosen words. Well, that and her scrumptious body rubbing against mine. What she had proposed thrilled me unlike anything my girls had ever offered. There had been some role-play between some of my girls and me, but no one had played Mommy for me. Knowing how I had felt for my adopted mother, I had never considered the possibility that I might enjoy such a thing. Now, it seemed, that was something I wanted. A lot.

Mom smiled at me, the wicked grin of my seductress. “I can’t take it all, baby. You’ll have to be careful or you’ll hurt Mommy.” She pouted, being cute in spite of her pain. “But if you need to fuck me harder, go ahead. I’ll take it all if I have to so you’ll fill me to overflowing with all of your hot creamy cum.”

She was offering to let me impale her like that? That was crazy. I still felt the burning desire raging through her and those pain receptors were currently tweaked funny. I knew my girls would allow some pain while in the heat of the moment only to be sore later. Granted I was able to heal them and relieve what they had allowed, but I still didn’t like it. I wasn’t into pain. Was my mother?

“I don’t want to hurt you...” I offered, testing her.

“Hurt me baby. It hurts when mommy gives birth. Sometimes pain is part of the pleasure. Sometimes pain is pleasure.”

I had watched her eyes as she answered me. There was a tinge of dread around her eyes. She was giving into the pain for my pleasure but not because she wanted it. Whoever was commanding her was probably making her take the pain. I needed to find this controller and put a stop to this. Maybe I could break the bond, but how?

I raised her up and lowered her back down slowly. Her inner muscles clenched as I neared her cervix. My girls had told me what I was hitting, but the changes I had made to them allowed their bodies to accept me without pain. Effectively they were very elastic inside. I could do the same for Mom.

Easing her down until I pressed gently against her back wall, I held her steady and pressed my chest to hers. She pulled my face up and kissed me. It wasn’t the gentle peck of a mother for her son, but deep and probing. At that moment, I was her lover, not her son.

“I can make this better, less painful.”

She shook her head. “No, I have to have the pain. I got off last night and this is my punishment, making you happy and taking the pain of your girth and length.”

My heart went out to her. No matter how much I detested how she had treated me growing up, I couldn’t hold a grudge against her. Nor Dad. I had forgiven them but needed her to know that. Maybe that would help.

“You have nothing to be punished for. You needed a gentle touch last night and I was happy to help. I know this isn’t your desire to be here, doing what you’re doing. You shouldn’t want to be in pain.”

I watched her closely, and tracked her emotions. Though the desires coursing through her were pretty well dominating her actions at the moment, I noticed her relief and even felt something akin to love from her.

I pulled her face down and pressed my cheek to hers. I wasn’t sure if whispering was necessary or if the Mage she was bound to could hear everything she heard, but I felt it necessary. “I’m going to adjust you. You can’t control yourself right now and I’m going to make this as easy for you as possible.”

She nodded against me and let go of her hand holds to wrap herself around me completely. She held on tight and waited for what I was sure she expected to be a quick bit of pain.

“This won’t hurt. In fact, it will feel very good,” I assured her. My power to manipulate flesh understood my desire and followed through immediately. The warm liquid feeling passing from me to her made her shudder in my arms. Then I relaxed and allowed her body to fall further, taking in more of my length until her bottom rested against my hips.

I could feel the underlying elation both from the sensation of the change and the fact that she was completely engulfing me with pain at all. Then the inferno in her roared to the forefront again. Actively sharing emotions with her so I could feel what was going on under that craving, I was overwhelmed too.

There had been times that I worried for my girls whenever I felt overwhelmed by my need for their bodies. Once I had actually dislocated Nadia’s leg at the hip in mid-climax. We heard the pop and after both of us stopped thrashing, we stayed still for a moment until I understood what had happened and corrected it. I knew I could heal any damage I caused, but I didn’t want to have to. After the incident with Nadia, I made certain that I was in better control of myself, especially during sex. Now all of that control was gone. All that was left was the need to fill the woman I was currently fucking with every drop of semen I could give her.

The songs of bodies slapping together, voices calling out with pleasure and the fall of water in the shower filled the spacious bathroom. To be honest, I was surprised that no one came in to see what was going on. Maybe the distance between the door leading into the master bedroom and the bathroom along with the sound proofing the closed doors offered kept our animalistic cries from being detected by everyone else in the house. Maybe they heard us and just decided not to intercede.

My whole body burned. I was completely tensed with the effort of holding up the woman in my arms and driving my cock into her over and over and over. We didn’t kiss, we didn’t stare longingly into each others’ eyes. There wasn’t anything emotional about our need. It was just the simple desire to fuck, to get off as fast as possible, and if necessary as often as possible. In my case, I might turn her around and take her from behind after my first load emptied into her. I might even spread the lovely cheeks I held and groped and press my raging cock into her back door, reaming her bowels the same way I pounded her pussy. The ideas were shared, the possibilities agreed on, the need for cum and orgasm of utmost importance.

I could feel it, the tightening of my sac, the burning in my loins, the further swelling of my cock in her already snug pussy, and finally the rush of liquid satisfaction as I emptied into her. We had been grunting and moaning previously, but with the increased tightening of muscles with my body’s reaction to my orgasm, I growled and roared. The woman I was fucking felt me unload into her. The additional pressure and feel of my shots hitting her inner walls brought on her orgasm. She didn’t growl but her outbursts were just a primal.

The desire left us and with it the tension and lack of understanding. I wasn’t with just any woman. I held my mother, the woman who had raised me.

My strength faltered, as it usually did when I came, and I lowered us to the floor. The stall was big enough that I was able to lay back with her still wrapped around me and relax with the water still splashing down on us.

With all of the morning showers going on, the heated water started to cool. It felt good and helped both of recompose ourselves. It cooled us from the heat we had shared and brought us out of our stupors more quickly.

Again, I was happy to hold her, cuddling on the shower floor. Unlike the night before, Mom didn’t try to run off but held onto me tightly. Then she said softly, “Ral, honey... I’m sorry.”

I squeezed her affectionately. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She sat up enough to see my face. With the water splashing down, it was difficult meeting her eyes. “I’m not sorry for this. I’ve wondered what it would be like, but never thought I would go through with it or that you would actually have me.” She covered my eyes, blocking out the shower. “I’m sorry I raised you the way I did. I’m sorry for not being there for you and giving you what you needed.”

To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. I could feel her remaining desires. The overpowering fire that had brought her to me had only built upon the thoughts that had crossed her mind. Thoughts she probably would have never fulfilled without the push. Again, it wasn’t her fault, but she didn’t realize that her actions had been influenced by someone else. However, why would she apologize for how she raised me?

I might ask her the question, but I was sure she would believe that she thought it necessary. The day before, even after our encounter the night before, I might have agreed, but knowing about the mark she had and the way her desires were amplified past any reason, I could not fault her. She was the victim and unfortunately, I still didn’t know who the culprit was.