The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Southwark, England

Carol Van Buren was so nervous. She felt like she needed to pee, again. Meeting Graham Smith was giving her butterflies. She squeezed her legs together hoping to avoid wetting herself.

She had been sixteen when she gave birth to Graham. And she gave him up for adoption. And, that was back in America. Somehow he had ended up in in England. He had been raised here in the United Kingdom.

Now she was thirty-six. She was living alone after recently losing her husband to cancer. In her despair hearing that a guy had been searching for her… her son… gave her some hope for going on through her dark despair. She had been unable to have any kids with her husband.

But now she wondered would Graham—someone she’d not seen since she held him once in her arms.. would he be angered, ashamed? She didn’t know.

It was too much.

She turned to rush back into the hotel.

She smacked straight into him.

“Oh, God!” she gasped as she was stunned for a moment by the collision

She took a moment to gather herself

“Are you alright?” his deep manly voice asked

“I….?” she gasped

And then she saw the red carnation in his hand…. “Graham?” she asked

“Yes…?” he said Then he realised too… “Mum?” he asked

She nodded

They embraced, “Oh, mummmmyyy” he cried as he squeezed her

“Oh, baby” she wept into his muscular chest as she too held him so very tight. “Oh, son…”

They kissed. Their lips met and they pressed hard to each other. Then she realised it was inappropriate and she moved her mouth to his forehead.

She also felt him pressing into her stomach. She knew he was hard. It made her both embarrassed, and also… somewhat proud that she had got such a young (and handsome) guy like that

But she put it down to him merely being excited by the moment.

But her hand brushed past his crotch to feel it. Yes, it was real.

“I’m so glad you agreed to meet me mum” he said as he picked her up off her feet

“Oh, baby” she cried again.

He was strong.

He set her down. She reached into her handbag for tissues to wipe her eyes

“I… I must look a state” she said as she honked her nose

He ran a thumb under her eyes… where her mascara now ran

“You look beautiful, mom” he said

“Thank you” she blushed.

“Oh, God” he said “I’m so glad to meet you”

He picked her up again. She shouldn’t have… but her legs wrapped around him this time. She felt him pressing now against her crotch and she knew it was not right.

“I love you, mom” he said

“I… I love you too, honey” she said as she felt it pushing against her. He set her down again and this time she was really blushing.

“What am I doing?” she thought to herself

“Is this where you’re staying?” he looked back at the hotel they were in front of

“Yes”

“Can we go to your room?” he asked

It seemed innocent enough

“I… I thought you might want to go to the restaurant first…”

“No, mom” he said

“But…”

“I want to go to your room” he said with some force to his voice

“Yes, son” she found herself acquiescing. She didn’t know why but she felt like… it was right to do what he said.

“Come” she said and she took his hand and lead him into the hotel

They went through the lobby and past the elevators marked “Lifts”

“You know…” she said still holding his hand “I can’t get over your accent…”

“Well, I grew up here” he said

«ping»

The doors opened.

“I wonder if we should be doing this?” she asked as they got to her room

“What do you mean?” he asked

“I mean… meeting in …. you know … my hotel room”

“I want to do this” he said

“Yes… but…”

He grabbed her chin and squeezed it and made her look up at him “I want to do this” he said

“….Yes….” she sighed… again feeling a sense of compulsion to do so.

She fumbled in her bag for her key-card and then opened the door

“Let me” he said and suddenly he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the room

“What are you doing, son?” she giggled

The door automatically closed behind and he carried her into the room. She kicked her legs in the air and her shoes fell off of her feet.

“Son?” she giggled

“I love you so much, mum” he said

“I… I… think you ought to put me down”

He set her down and she again blushed… this felt… was it right? She was confused

“I love you mum” he said

“I… I love…” she was confused… “I… gotta pee….” she said

He stepped back and she rushed over to the ensuite and barely got her ass onto the bowl before she shot out a spray

And then, as she felt so relieved… she noticed him standing there watching

“Graham?” she gasped…. “What…?”

“Shhh” he said

Something about that… she felt eased. She knew he could see her sex up under her dress in fact, she opened her legs wider.

There was something so…. so normal… about letting him see her sex. She never let her late husband watch her ablutions

She saw his handsome face and it becalmed her

Surely this was not happening….? She tried to think… but then looking into his handsome face

“What’s happening with us?” she asked when they sat together again on the bed.

He parted her hair “Some would say it’s Genetic Sexual Attraction”

“What?”

“GSA” he said “You and I have the same genes and there’s a belief that this draws us together… only that’s part of the story”

‘It is?”

“Yes…” he said “You also feel the need to obey me”

“I do?”

“Yes…” he said as he opened her top

“Graham what are you…?”

“Shhh” he said “You obey me”

“Yes, Son” she sighed as he drew open her top.

Her chest heaved

“Why…am…?” she began but his gentle kiss stopped her

“Do you remember who my father was?” he asked

“I…?” she began

That was odd…she thought. All this time and she’d never really thought about it

“No, of course you don’t” he smiled at her confused face “That memory has been suppressed”

‘What?”

“Shhh” he said and he eased her back to lie down

“This isn’t… right…” she gasped as they kissed again

She felt his hardness press against her “No….!” she moaned, but her hand went down his pants. She gazed at him wide-eyed as she felt the monster there

“No… I…” she began to say

He pulled his pants down and his eleven inches sprung up thick and proud

As they continued to kiss he suddenly jerked her head back hard by her hair

“Suck it” he said

“Nooooo, Graham… please…”

But he pulled her head down to him by her hair and soon her mouth was over his length

She struggled to take him into her mouth. “Mm-phhh-mmmm-mmm” she moaned as she sucked his cock

He grabbed her again suddenly and maundered her around so he was atop of her

“Please….” she cried as he opened her legs

“Say you want me inside you”

“I… I want you inside me”

“Say you want your son inside of your, mum”

“I want my son inside of me” she sighed

And he pushed up towards her

“Yesssss” she moaned as his cock head entered her

She was moist and ready for him

She bit her lip as she stretched over him

“Oh, baby” she trembled as he entered her. She didn’t think she could fit him inside, but he went slowly and she was hot and ready to accommodate his cock.

He took his time and began to build up speed only after several minutes of slow fucking her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she laughed in joy as he worked in and out of her

“Oh, mummy” he gasped “You’re so fucking good”

And then he came

“Yessssss! Yessssss! Yessssssssssss!” she cried as she came too

He came in her a lot… and she realised this… it was … impossible

As she gazed into her son’s eyes she knew they were both different.

“Nooooo” she moaned in her sleep. She tossed and turned. And her arm stretched out to stop the thing she saw. The face she saw… !

She woke up with a start. She sat bolt upright

“Mum, are you alright?”

Her heart was racing

“Mum?” he asked again as he sat up and kissed her on her shoulder

“What did we do?” she gasped

“We made love… wonderful sweet love”

“This shouldn’t be…”

“You are mine now…” he nudged into her “And I am yours… forever”

“This… is….”

“You are my bitch now”

“What?”

“Say it…”

“I… am your bitch” she said

“You will serve me”

“I will serve you” she relaxed

“You saw him in your dreams didn’t you?” he asked

“Who?”

“My father… you remembered”

“I… I saw … not that can’t be….”

“I told you about Genetic Sexual Attraction” he said as he easer her back to lie down

“Yes”

“You and I are linked genetically…”

“You’re my son”

“Yes, but it’s deeper than that” he smiled as he patted her stomach

“The scientists…” he continued “Are trying to explain why mothers and sons, or fathers and daughters are drawn together… when they’ve never met”

“Yes?”

“It’s a connection we have… it’s why you will obey me”

“I will obey me…”

“Because of… my father… you remember what he was…”

“Yes… it was… so… horrible” she shivered

“You had never seen something like him before had you?”

“No… of course not.. nothing like that exists on earth”

“We have a plan, mum”

“Yes, son”

“It is what we are made to do…”

“Yes, son…”

“Yes… and that is why we are connected… like we are… you understand now?”

“I think so son”

“You and I will fuck and you will always obey me”

“I will obey you” she smiled. “I love you son” she said and she opened her legs

“We have to get to work now mum” he said

“Fuck me” she whimpered “Fuck mommy”

“Yes, mum” he grinned

He was hard as he rolled over onto her…