The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Phil started to panic. Where was the device? Had he lost it?

But then he saw the starry-eyed look Tiffany was giving him, and his panic let up a little. Really, things weren’t so bad. Why let a little thing like this ruin his night? Worst case scenario, he’d need to wait for his uncle to make and send a new device, and he could think of worse fates than being “married” to a gorgeous girl like Tiffany a little longer. And the next door neighbors were good people—Lizzy would be in good hands. (He was sure he could convince her “parents” to keep the boys away from their teenage daughter in the meantime.)

He took a few deep breaths, before deciding to make the best of things in the meantime. It didn’t matter if Tiffany and he had nothing to talk about in their current state, they could do other things besides talking...

“Hey, Tiffany,” he finally said. “The food’s taking a while. I bet we have time, why don’t you follow me?” He winked.

She gave a knowing smile, and followed him. She watched Phil arrive at the men’s restroom. It wasn’t the most romantic place, but the idea of fucking his brains out in the men’s restroom was making her start to feel hot and bothered. She had been married to Phil for ten years, and she was still just as head over heels for him as the day they met. They both entered, and began undressing.

While Tiffany was taking off her top, she noticed that Phil had paused halfway through taking off his pants, and was watching her with bated breath. He could be so silly sometimes—he had probably seen like this hundreds of times, but he was acting like this was something new or out of the ordinary. She decided to make a show of it, sort of dancing and gyrating as she took of the top that was practically spray painted onto her body, and then slowly unfastening her bra and letting it slide off of her breasts.

“Fuck,” was all Phil could say for several seconds.

Tiffany’s body clothed was a masterpiece, but unclothed Tiffany was perfection. All remaining worries about Lizzy and her “boyfriend” or the remote left Phil’s head. Pretty much all thought left Phil’s head.

When Phil’s underwear hit the floor, Tiffany gasped. She had never seen a cock that big. She briefly wondered if it would even fit, but then she reminded herself that she had had two daughters with this man. Even so, she couldn’t help but wonder if that much man would somehow destroy her.

When Phil entered Tiffany, she couldn’t help but moan. She had forgotten how good this felt. How good it felt to please her boyf—, her husband!

The two of them moved like animals in heat, lighting the bathroom on fire with their passion. Phil felt like Tiffany’s youth was rubbing off on him—he was able to go longer and harder than he had in years, and then he realized why it was. Things with Elizabeth had gotten so routine, but Tiffany was still young and relatively inexperienced. She was still in the stage where she tried different things to see what worked, instead of trying out the same old reliable techniques that had worked for years. Tiffany was exploring Phil’s body, examining his reactions and seeing what worked.

And it was making him so hot. He hadn’t made love like this in years, and had never really made love like this to Elizabeth—they had both been in several relationships when they had first met each other. But Tiffany was young and passionate and what she lacked in years of experience she made up for with her worshipful desire to make Phil (and herself) happy.

Soon, Phil could feel the pressure building and blew his hot load into Tiffany’s eager pussy just as her moans were reaching their own crescendo. The two of them lay painting on the floor for several seconds, sweaty and satisfied.

Phil was so happy his little plan had gone off without a hitch.

“Let me see it!” Tom insisted.

“Nuh uh,” Mary said. “I found it and it’s mine.”

Tom shook his head, “You’re so immature! Big kids know how to share!” He edged closer to her, clearly looking for an opening to steal the device from her.

Mary had just about had it with Tom. 12-year-old Tom was always rubbing his superior age and size in little 7-year-old Mary’s face. Whether it was bragging about movies that mom and dad wouldn’t let her see, or teasing her for her size or maturity, he always found some way to torment his little sister. She was ready for another one of their famous fights. She wasn’t aware of pressing the button as she said her next words...

“Ugh, Tom stooooooop it!” she whined. “I’m not immature! You’re immature. You’re- you’re—” she tried to remember one of the hurtful things he had said to her before, “You’re the one who’s a little baby!”

The mischievous grin on Tom’s face went slack for a second, then he fell back onto his butt and let out an utterance of surprise.

“Hah!” Mary laughed. “You fell on your butt!” She stuck her tongue out at him.

However, instead of getting angry at her like she expected he laid down onto his back and started cooing.

“Uh, Tom? What’re you doing?” she was sure that this was yet another attempt to mock her or tease her.

However, Tom had a total absence of understanding on his face—as if he didn’t understand a word she was saying. She went up to him nervously and poked him.

Tom giggled, and clumsily shifted to look at her. He had an oblivious, happy look on his face.

Mary was starting to be weirded out, but she knew a way to figure out if he was faking for sure. She went up and pinched her brother.

He started loudly crying.

“Do you hear that?” Eric said, temporarily stopping his thrusts.

Lizzy strained to hear, and it sounded like one of the kids was crying.

“Shit,” she said.

Eric smiled. “Hey, no need to sweat it. I’ll go take care of it.”

Lizzy shook her head vigorously. “No, babe! I’m the babysitter. If a random guy shows up, it might scare the kids.”

Eric got off of Lizzy and was already getting on his underwear and pants.

“Don’t worry about it, Lizzy. I’ll just tell them I’m a friend of yours.”

He was already out the door before she could protest. She grabbing a bath robe so she wouldn’t look indecent, and chased her boyfriend out of the room trying to stop him. How could he be so irresponsible!

Eric turned the corner and saw Tom crying on the floor. Had Lizzy really just left the baby here? No wonder it was crying! It probably wanted a bottle or a change of diaper. He walked over to pick it up.

Mary looked down at the device in her hands and smiled. This thing! It was the only explanation, it was like a magic wand or something. She didn’t want to get in trouble though, and Tom was crying really loud. The babysitter was sure to come any second.

She didn’t know if it would work, but she took a few steps back and aimed the device at Tom and closed her eyes. That was usually what made magic work. Then she pressed the button and said the words.

“You’re not a baby. You’re my 12 year old brother.” Then as an afterthought she added, “And you’re going to treat me really nicely as long as the babysitter is here.”

Then she opened one eye to see if it had worked. Leaning over Tom, was a dazed looking teenager who she had never seen before. He blinked a few times at her, then smiled.

“Hey, sis,” the teenager said cheerfully. “I heard Tom talking, and wanted to come help.”

Lizzy rushed into the room, and saw the chaos that had unfolded. The two older kids were standing over their baby brother, and he was still bawling. Lizzy shook her head.

“Can you two please get out of here?” she said. “I need to help your brother.”

Eric gave Lizzy a strange look, but left without another word. Lizzy vaguely recognized it as a sort of bashful, puppy dog love. Oh well, she could worry about that issue after the baby was no longer crying.

Mary stayed and tried to protest. (She wanted to fix things!) But the babysitter started gently pushing her out of the room, and then snatched the device out of her hands.

“Mary, please don’t mess around with your parent’s garage door opener!” she said crossly. “I have enough things to worry about taking care of you three kids.”

Lizzy pocketed the device, and tried to pick up the baby, but he was much heavier than she expected.

“What have your parents been feeding you?” she asked in surprise.

She decided to compromise, and sat down rolling the baby into her lap. She rocked him a little, but he wouldn’t calm down. She decided to see if he had ruined his diaper. She pulled down his pants, and was surprised to find the little Tom wearing “big boy” underwear instead of a diaper. Thankfully, he hadn’t wet himself or pooped his pants, but that was something she needed to remedy. But first, she needed to get him to calm down. She would need to see if he needed food. She went over to the kitchen to look for milk and a bottle.

Phil and Tiffany were back at the table, and it was obvious to anyone looking at them that they had just fucked. Their hair, their flushed skin—and the way they were looking at each other was all the proof one needed. The waiter brought over the food, and awkwardly left the amorous couple.

Phil and Tiffany kissed each other before digging in to their food.

Then Tiffany saw the drink menu and gave Phil a puckish grin.

“Hey, Phil. Why don’t we make our anniversary extra fun? Let’s get wasted.”

Phil gave her a dubious look. He knew his tolerance for alcohol had gone down as he had gotten older. “Uh, one of us has to drive to get back to the kids.”

“Let’s just get an Uber if it comes to that,” she said dismissively. “We can always get you car tomorrow. Besides,” she said giving him a meaningful look, “back in the bathroom was just the appetizer. Don’t you want to see the main course?”

Phil got the waiter’s attention, “Uh, waiter, could we please get some drinks please!”