The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Clive knew his friends were making fun of him but maybe that’s what made him clutch the card even tighter. At least he had one, he told himself, and they didn’t.

Actually, Clive had to correct himself, they weren’t really his friends. They were his younger brother’s friends. Maybe that’s why they liked to make fun of him. It was because they weren’t really his friends.

But even Clive knew that wasn’t really it. Clive knew why people made fun of him. It was because he was slow. It was because he couldn’t do things other people could. People thought he was dumb but Clive knew better. He wasn’t dumb. He was just slow.

There was no way Jeremy was going to take older brother Clive with him and he almost made it out the door before his mother caught up with him. “Where are you going,” she demanded.

“Out,” he grumbled.

“Out where?”

“Just out,” the boy said.

The woman sighed. “You should know better than that. You’re going to the carnival again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe huh? Maybe yes, or maybe no.”

Jeremy just stood there and shrugged.

The woman looked at her son and then she smiled. “Maybe huh. Well, I’ll tell you what. Maybe I’ll let you go after all.”

The boy broke out in a big grin. “You mean it,” he asked. “You’re going to let me go.”

“Sure I mean it,” the mother said. “I just want you to take your brother with you.”

As quickly as the boy had started to grin, just as quickly as that, he started to frown. “Oh come on, mom.”

“Don’t come on me,” the woman said. “I am still your mother.”

“But he’ll just get in the way.”

“Maybe,” the woman said, “or maybe he’ll keep you out of trouble but I know this, if you want to go hang out with your so-called friends of yours, you’re going to take your brother with you.”

“But mom.”

The woman just looked at him.

“Fine,” the sixteen-year-old said grudgingly. “I’ll take him with me.”

Clive was still in his room playing his video games when his brother came to get him. “Come on, idiot. We’re going out.”

His mother was right behind the other brother. “Jeremy,” she said reprovingly. “How many times have I told you not to call your brother that?”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Apologize to your brother.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy said.

“That’s better,” the mother said. “Now is there something you want to tell your brother?”

“We’re going to the carnival,” his brother said. “Would you, um, would you want to come with us?”

Clive looked at his brother and then he looked back at his video game. He liked his brother. He really did, but he knew Jeremy didn’t want him around. It probably would surprise Jeremy to know he knew that, Clive thought, but Clive was real good at keeping secrets.

Like the one about his mother and his special ed teacher Mrs. Jordan. He hadn’t told anyone about that. Mrs. Jordan had brought him home, and then mother and her were looking at each other. Mom told him he should go play in his room and that’s just what he did but when he heard mother and Mrs. Jordan going down the hallway and when he heard them going into mommy’s bedroom, well, he’d gotten kind of curious.

He’d been real quiet that day. He knew how to do that. He’d been real quiet when he’d snuck into mommy’s bedroom.

His mother had all her clothes off. That was funny because he hadn’t seen her that way before. She was lying on her bed and Mrs. Jordan was in between her thighs. Mrs. Jordan wasn’t as naked as mommy was but she was only wearing just her underwear and Clive thought that was funny. He’d never seen a woman who was dressed only in her underwear.

Whatever Mrs. Jordan was doing, his mother seemed to like it a lot. It didn’t seem that way at first because mommy was moaning and that made Clive think there was something wrong but before he could say anything, his mother told Mrs. Jordan to do it, (whatever it was,) again, and that’s when Clive knew that whatever it was Mrs. Jordan was doing, mommy really seemed to like it.

Mommy was playing with her boobies and she kept moaning and that’s when Clive realized something else. He’d never seen a girl’s boobies before but he could tell it was making him feel strange between his legs like all of the sudden, he was getting all big and full inside his shorts.

He’d backed out soon after that but he couldn’t help thinking about what mommy and Mrs. Jordan had been doing, and the more he thought about it, the harder he got. He went back to his room and he stripped off his pants and his underwear.

It kind of scared him. When he looked between his legs, he could tell he was a lot bigger there than he’d been before. He’d known he wasn’t supposed to be in mommy’s bedroom but he’d been curious and now look at him. What if someone found out how big he was. What if he wasn’t supposed to be big like this. What if someone found out what he’d done and he got in trouble.

Instinctively, he’d wrapped his hand around himself. That felt good, he told himself, and when he pulled on himself, he found out that felt even better.

It wasn’t his fault, he kept telling himself. He’d just been curious. That was all.

And besides, it just felt so good as he pulled on himself.

He kept thinking about mommy and Mrs. Jordan. He wondered what Mrs. Jordan was doing to mommy. Whatever it was, mommy seemed to like it.

His hand had definitely got itself into a pattern by then.

He wondered if mommy was going to do the same thing to Mrs. Jordan. Mrs. Jordan still had some of her clothes on but it wouldn’t be that hard for her to get like mommy and then mommy could do it, too.

Clive wasn’t sure why but that thought really excited him. He pulled on himself even harder.

He liked Mrs. Jordan. She was a good teacher. Of course, he liked mommy better, but he hoped mommy would do whatever it was that needed doing, he hoped mommy was going to do it to Mrs. Jordan, too.

It was starting to feel good, what his hand was doing to himself. He couldn’t help but moan as he did it. He kept thinking about mommy and Mrs. Jordan. He really hoped mommy was going to do Mrs. Jordan, too.

He pulled on himself even harder. It just felt so good.

He kept thinking about mommy and Mrs. Jordan.

And that’s when it happened. He started to feel really good, and then he sprang a leak, and all the while while he was leaking, he couldn’t help but keep pulling on himself. He knew this had to be wrong but he just couldn’t stop himself. It just felt so good.

By the time mommy and Mrs. Jordan were done, he’d gotten himself cleaned up and he was playing his video games and no one had been the wiser. Mommy and Mrs. Jordan had even come to see him before Mrs. Jordan had to leave, and Mrs. Jordan had even told him that she was looking forward to seeing him the next day.

Clive didn’t tell Mrs. Jordan what he was really thinking. He was wondering what she looked like without her clothes on. He wondered if she looked as good as mommy. He wondered that but he didn’t tell her that. He hadn’t told anyone about that. He could keep a secret.

“You see, mom,” Jeremy was saying. “He doesn’t want to go.”

“Clive, put that controller down. Your brother is taking you out.”

Reluctantly, Clive set the controller aside.

“Now you two boys run off and have a good time.”

“Yeah right,” Jeremy said.

His mother cocked her head at him. “I mean it,” she said. “I’m counting on you. You take good care of your brother, okay?”

“I will,” Jeremy grumbled.

Clive’s mother kissed him. “Now you be a good boy and listen to your brother, okay?”

Clive nodded.

Jeremy’s friends hadn’t been any wilder about having Clive around than Jeremy had been but once he’d been cast into the role of protector, Jeremy was more than up to the task of making sure they didn’t take advantage of him. When his friends wanted to ditch his brother, Jeremy said no. When they wanted to make fun of him, he held it to a minimum.

The carnival was fun. Clive was glad he’d come. He liked the rides the best but he also liked the food, too. He was glad he’d come after all.

It was when they were on the midway that Clive spotted something. “Hey, guys,” Clive called out, “what does the man there have over there.”

“What man,” Jeremy asked.

Clive pointed. “That one,” he said. “The old man over there. What does he have? Can we go see?”

Jeremy could have sworn there was nothing there just a moment before, but that was silly. There was definitely something there now and he wasn’t about to look like an idiot in front of his idiot brother so he pretended he’d seen it all along. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s go see.”

“How you boys doing there,” the old carny asked.

Jeremy peered into the man’s booth but he could see nothing. “What you got inside there, old man?”

“Ah now, that’s the question, isn’t it?”

Jeremy looked at his buddies. “Yeah. That is the question. What do you got there, old man?”

“If you want to know, you’re going to have to pay to find out.”

“Pay for what?”

The man brought a box up from under a counter. “You boys are going to have to pay to find out what’s in here.”

“What’s in there?”

“I told you. You have to pay to find out.”

“How much?”

“Twenty bucks.”

“Twenty bucks?! For what?”

“I told you. You gotta pay to find out.”

Jeremy looked at his buddies. “What do you guys think,” he asked. “I kinda want to find out. You guys want to go in on it?”

Clive stood off to the side. He knew his brother wasn’t talking to him.

A consensus was reached. Jeremy and his friends each kicked in their share and Jeremy handed the money over to the man. “All right, old man. Here’s your money. Now let’s see what’s in your box.”

The old man opened the hasp on the box and then he turned it around. “There you go, boys. Feast your eyes on this.”

Jeremy opened the box with the other boys huddled in close and peering over his shoulder. Jeremy pulled something from the box and then he was pulling the cloth covers back to reveal ...

... to reveal a stack of cards.

“This is it,” Jeremy said. “This is it. This is what we paid our twenty bucks for. We paid our money for this.”

“Dude,” said one of his friends. “Would you look at that?”

“Look at what?”

“Look at that card. It looks like it’s moving.”

That got Jeremy’s attention. “What are you talking about?”

“That card, dude. Take a look at it. It looks like it’s moving.”

Jeremy looked at the girl on the card. His friend was right. The girl actually seemed to be moving.

“Her name is Kelly.”

Everyone looked at Clive but no one saw the way the old carny stared at Clive. “What did you say,” his brother asked.

“I said her name is Kelly,” Clive said.

Jeremy pointed at the card. “Can’t you even read,” the brother said. “You see that name at the top of the card. You see what that name says. It says Betty. It says Betty Brainless. God. You are so stupid.”

“I am not stupid and her name is Kelly.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Her name is Kelly,” Clive said again. “Her name is Kelly and she’s a reporter.”

“Okay, look at her. She’s naked and she’s playing with her tits. God. Does she look like a reporter to you. Do you even know what a reporter does? Geez.”

“I know what a reporter does,” Clive grumbled.

“Well does that look like a reporter to you?”

Clive shrugged. “She says she likes to fuck. What does that mean?”

“You don’t know what fuck means?”

Clive shook his head.

“Well then, maybe you shouldn’t go around using words you don’t know the meaning of.”

“I didn’t use it. She did.”

“Yeah right.”

“I think she wants me to take her home. I think she wants to fuck.”

“Yeah right.”

“Can I take her home?”

“No.”

“Come on, Jeremy. Please. Can I take her home?”

“I said no.”

Clive was looking at the card. I think she really wants me to take her home. “Come on, Jeremy. Please.”

Jeremy was about to say no again when his brother interrupted him.

“Come on, Jeremy. I won’t ask for anything else.”

The brother thought about it and then he looked at the carny. “My brother wants this one,” he said. “Can he have it?”

“For a price.”

“How much?”

“A hundred bucks.”

“A hundred bucks. No way. I’m not going to pay that.”

“I’ll pay.”

All eyes turned to look at Clive even as he was pulling a wallet out of his pocket. He took out five twenties and he laid them on the counter in front of the man and Jeremy’s eyes narrowed. “Where’d you get that,” he asked.

“Mom gave it to me before we left.”

“You mean you had money all the time but you made me pay for everything?”

“Who’s the stupid one now?”

As soon as he’d said it, he knew it was a mistake but Clive couldn’t stop himself. He got tired of his brother calling him stupid and it just happened but now his brother was really angry. “Fine,” Jeremy said. “Pick up your card and let’s go.”

And that was how Clive ended up with a card in his hand.

Of course, all the other boys, they all wanted to see it and they kept trying to get it away from Clive but Clive wasn’t about to let it go and after a while, they seemed to give up but Clive never did loosen his hold on the card.

The ride home was tense. Jeremy didn’t say a word but that wasn’t all that unusual. Still, Clive knew his brother was mad because of the way he was completely ignoring him but that gave him more time to look at the card.

It was nighttime and yet as he looked at the card, it almost seemed as if the card was actually glowing. He could see the letters across the top of the card and he sounded them out. His brother was right. Her name was Betty, just like Jeremy had said. Betty Brainless. So why had he thought her name was Kelly.

Because my name is Kelly, he heard in his mind.

Why’s it say ... oh never mind. He was watching the girl play with herself on the card. How do they do that, he asked finally.

How do they do what?

How do they make you move?

How does who make me move? I move all by myself.

Clive didn’t say anything. He just watched what the girl was doing with her hands. He was even bigger and harder than he’d been when he watched mommy and Mrs. Jordan.

Where are we going.

Home.

Is it far?

Nope.

Good. I can’t wait. I’m so horny. I want to fuck. Can you see how horny I am.

I guess.

The girl in the card continued to play with her tits and Clive continued to watch.

“How’d it go,” the boys’ mother asked when the boys finally arrived home.

“Fine,” Jeremy said curtly.

His mother seemed to sense something was wrong. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“What happened,” she asked again.

“He tricked me.”

Was that the beginnings of a smile on his mother’s face. “He tricked you?”

“I ended up paying for all this shit for him and then I find he has his own money.”

“Jeremy—”

“No. You always take his side.”

Clive walked out of the room. He didn’t need to hear anymore of this. He needed to get ready for bed.

He was playing his video games when his mom came in. “You know,” she said, “you really shouldn’t do that to your brother. You should have spent your own money. That’s what I gave it to you for.”

“I know, mom. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, honey. It’s just that you shouldn’t do things to antagonize your brother.”

“I know, mom. I’m sorry.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“G’night, mom.”

“Good night.”

Clive waited until the door was closed and his mom was gone before he switched the light on again. He pulled the card out again and he looked at the girl on the card and he let his hand slip inside his pajamas.

Is it okay now?

Clive didn’t answer right away. He wanted to feel what his hand had a hold of but then he answered. Yes. Yes, it’s okay.

Do you want to see me?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean. Turn off the light.

Clive did know. He turned the light out and he waited.

He didn’t have long to wait. There in the darkness, he felt it, a hand pulling at his pajama bottoms and then the hand pulling his underwear down and finally, a hand wrapping itself around him.

I know you want this.

Clive wasn’t sure if he heard the words or if it was just something he felt in his mind but he was absolutely sure of what happened next. It was warm and wet and it was sliding down around his cock and then it pulled back but only for a moment and then it was doing it again.

Clive couldn’t help it. He let out a long, low groan.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

There was no doubt about that. That was something he heard with his very own ears.

He could feel a hand sliding up over his chest. Fingers pried open first one and then another of his buttons until finally the pajama top was open and then that hand was rubbing against his chest.

“Mmm,” he heard someone moan and that’s when he felt it again, something warm and wet sliding down between his legs.

The boy couldn’t help it. He groaned yet again.

I need to fuck.

There it was again. He wasn’t sure if he’d heard it or if he’d merely felt it in his mind. He still wasn’t sure what the word fuck meant but he thought he had a pretty good idea.

He felt a hand being wrapped around him and then he felt a body being pushed up against him. He could feel someone breathing against him even as the head of his cock pressed against something wet and warm.

And that was when he felt it, something he was sure he’d never, ever felt before.

He couldn’t help it. He moaned again.

He heard a woman moan. “I knew you’d like it,” she said and then she moaned again. “It’s been such a long time.”

Clive wasn’t sure what she was talking about. All he knew was he’d never felt anything like that ever before.

“You can put your hands on my body,” the woman said. “I want you to do it. I want you to touch me.”

Clive still didn’t touch her, at least not right away but slowly, his hands came up and then he was grabbing her bottom even as she continued to ride his cock.

Her skin was so soft. Her skin was so smooth.

I know. You can feel me. You can feel me more. I want you to do it. I want you to feel my body.

Without even thinking, Clive let his hands roam up past that tight, little ass. The girl’s waist, it was so small, he thought. Heck, with his thumbs on her side, his fingers could touch across her back.

Mmm, yeah. Touch me. Touch me more.

His hands kept moving up over her back. He was amazed at how smooth and soft her skin was.

I want you to feel my tits.

Clive slid his hands forward and he squeezed the girl’s tits.

Clive could hear the girl moan as he played with her tits.

Would you like to see them? I’ll bet you would. I’ll bet you want to see them.

She wasn’t waiting for an answer. Clive could feel her leaning forward and that meant her tits were getting closer to him,

She was reaching for something and suddenly, the lights went on and he could see her.

She was smiling down at him, It was the girl from the card.

“Do you like what you see,” she asked.

Her tits were barely inches in front of him and she was leaning closer and then she was pushing them up against his face.

That was what did it. The boy moaned.

“Sorry,” Clive said.

“No, don’t be. I want you to do it. I want it so bad. Can’t you feel how tight my pussy is?”

Clive could feel it and it almost felt as if her pussy was getting even tighter.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Cum inside me. Oh yeah. I love it. I love it when you cum in my pussy.”

Clive closed his eyes. He loved it, too.

Someone’s still hard.

That wasn’t exactly true, he wanted to tell her. For a moment there after he’d cum inside her, he’d started to soften just a little but one look at the girl and just feeling his cock still buried deep inside her and that was enough to get him hard all over again.

Someone still needs to fuck.

Clive wasn’t stupid. He’d definitely figured out what that word now meant and he most vigorously agreed with that assessment.

But she was getting up. She was pulling herself up off his cock. “What are you doing,” he asked.

She was turning herself around and she was still on her hands and knees as straddled his body but now all he could see of her was her bottom and her pussy ... and the finger that was sliding between her legs and stroking her there. He watched the girl push her finger inside her and he heard her moan. “I want you to fuck me,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me right here.”

The man just looked at that finger going in and out of that pussy.

The girl moaned again. “Can you do it,” she asked. “Can you fuck me right here?”

Clive seemed almost entranced by that finger moving in and out between her legs.

“Come on,” she said again. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here.”

Almost without even realizing he was doing it, he slid his body out from under the girl’s. He knelt behind her and then his hands grabbed her ass.

“That’s it,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Clive watched the girl pull her finger back. He knew where his cock was supposed to go. He pressed himself up against her and then he pushed with his cock.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as she felt the cock enter her. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big, hard dick.”

Clive wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. All he knew was it felt damn good to him and the girl seemed to like it.

“Oh God,” the girl moaned frantically. “Oh God. That’s it. Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum.”

Clive wasn’t sure if he was doing it right but he knew what was going to happen. He could feel it happening. He could feel his cock responding. He wasn’t there yet but he was close.

The girl was even more frantic. “Fuck me,” she cried. “Fuck me. For God’s sake, fuck me. Make me cum.”

Clive groaned as his cock came and even as it did, he could feel the girl’s pussy bear down on him.

“Oh yeah,” the girl sobbed. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Make me cum. Oh yeah, you’re doing it. Make me cum. Make me cum so fucking hard.”

It was only after Clive’s cock was done with her that the girl let herself slide forward and off of his cock. Her pussy was dripping as she turned around and kissed the boy. “I think it’s time we put you back to bed, don’t you?”

Clive nodded. Now that she mentioned it, he was feeling a little tired.

The girl helped him get back into bed and then she tucked him in. “Sleep tight,” she told him, “and don’t let the bed bugs bite,” and with that, she reached over and she switched out the light.

It was fun. Clive wasn’t sure if he heard the words or if they were just in his mind but then he heard them again. It was fun.

His mom opened Clive’s bedroom door and flipped on the light. “Is everything okay here?”

Clive wasn’t surprised to find that the girl was gone. “I’m fine,” he said.

“I thought I heard some noises.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

The mother seemed unsure. “Well, all right,” she said finally. “Sleep tight ...”

“... and don’t let the bed bugs bite. I know, mom.”

The mother switched out the lights and closed the door.