must have stirred an hour or so into my slumber. As well as being aware I needed to pee, resulting no doubt from the several cans of lager I'd drunk earlier, I had a stonking full and very hard erection. I could feel just the lightest of touches along my cunt-seeking missile. I lay still with hazy memories of a weird but very erotic dream.
As the mist from my alcohol abused brain cleared, I remembered more of the dream. It was Carol, sat next to me during one of the lectures at uni. Although we were paying full attention to the lecture, she had sneaked her hand down to my zipper, expertly extracted my cock from my CKs and was gently caressing its full length. Weird, because I'd never been with Carol, not even fancied my chances with her.
I laid still, enjoying the lightest of mom's attentions, hardly daring to make the slightest sound of approval. The touches stopped, the duvet moved. In just a moment or two I could feel a pair of warm, wet lips around the crown of my fucking machine. It took me by surprise.
"Mom?"
The lips let go of their sausage supper. "Sshhh! Stay still."
Now aware I was awake, mom continued to pay lip service to my wank cannon. OMG, this woman was absolutely expert at giving a guy good head. Several times she must have sensed that Vesuvius was about to erupt, stopping for a few moments until the urge to spew semen passed, before continuing. Not only was I aware of my need to piss but the tension built more and more inside me. After what seemed like an eternity, mom decided to let me release. Vesuvius did indeed erupt, seemingly gallons of hot spunk. Like a cat discovering the best tasting cream, so mom lapped up my every last drop.
"Thanks mom." I said, returning from the bathroom where I'd spent a while waiting for the valve reopening to let my pee wash out the remaining few drops of cum. "Do you want to fuck now?"
"No, you're tired. Anyway I was fingering myself for a while before you woke. Sleep now, Chris. I guess I asked too much of you before. There's always tomorrow."
We slept, spooned, until the morning came.
*****
Just after breakfast, the phone rang.
"Hi Angie baby, " I chirped, loudly into the phone, knowing Angie would have a head and a half. "You want to speak to mom."
"No. Don't call me Angie baby, you know I hate it. And don't talk so fuckin' loud."
"WELL DON'T FUCKIN' DRINK SO MUCH." We were even.
"I'm going into town then I'll be home later."
"Going in to Boozers-R-Us to restock, sis?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Fuck you," sis replied, tersely.
"Whenever you want, Angie baby." The love-hate between us had lasted many years. It was now little more than a game.
"In your dreams."
'In my dreams maybe, but my guided missile was already preprogrammed to blast itself inside Angie's love cavern. So far I'd only got my tongue inside her freshly shaved cunt. The taste, although differing greatly from woman to woman and, indeed, day to day, is known to delight thousands upon thousands of male (and some female) palates. That was only the aperitif though. If I got my way I'd be fucking her brains out pretty soon.
The phone clicked off. I rated that exchange as a draw. There would be more to come during the summer break. To be honest, Angie's attitude to me, her older brother, had mellowed a bit since the hypno episode during the drive home from uni. In fact, looking back, it had mellowed a hell of a lot.
Angie had been out much of day after our journey home; time to reflect on my hypno skills. She was annoyed at first, having been taken way out of her comfort zone. I think she knew though that mom and I had something going. I think also that, not having a current boyfriend, she really appreciated the game.
"I need to go down town, buy some summer clothes. You will come with me, Chris won't you?"
It was one of those questions that only had one answer.
"Sure, mom."
An hour and a half later we were in the 6th store, one really aimed at the teens and twenties group.
"What do you think?"
I'd been stood outside the changing cubicle for the last 20+ minutes.
"I think that's the best combo so far."
To be honest, the blouse and skirt would entitle any MILF lover to rapidly draw in breath.
"Mom, that's so sexy! Are you sure it's for you, though?"
I immediately regretted saying that. Of course it was. Mom WANTED sexy.
I back peddled quickly. "Of course it is. I love it."
Blood was seeping rapidly into my stiffening cock, helped enormously by the fact mom's bra was still on the cubicle bench. Her new blouse was very see though and either the panties she wore were excellently designed not to show a VPL, or her panties were still on the bench too. The thin fabric of her micro skirt was unable to hide much at all. The outline of each separate butt cheek, and the cleft between, were clearly on display.
"I'll take these." Mom told the assistant, handing her three garments, "And I'd like to keep these two on." The assistant clipped the bar coded tags, told mom to take them to the cash desk, pay, and keep the receipt.
I just hoped my bulge was fairly concealed. On mom's request I'd ventured further into the changing area. How could the assistant complain about a young man being in there, simply to help his mom decide on her choices. How, also, could the poor youth blame other store clients if they decided not to completely close the cubicle curtain, so that the aforesaid poor youth could accidentally (and it was purely accidental) spy varying degrees of bare skin through the cubicle mirror.
While I had been waiting there were 2 girls, maybe 18, 19 years old, similar to Angie, in one curtained cubicle. They knew I was there and they had several bra and panties sets between them, I suppose to choose and get a second opinion. Much of the shower curtain was pulled across, but 2 mirrors in the cubicle enabled me to see, unknown to them. The first (who came past me a couple of times with more garments) seemed the more outgoing, smiling one time at my bad luck having to tactfully help mom decide whether some items didn't suit her. She was similar build to Angie: generous tits and a low cut top.
The second, who seemed to be the one actually buying a bra and panties set, looked as if she didn't need a bra. Leastways she needed some padding. I caught good glimpses of her changing bras. Her tits were like small cones, hardly formed. If I was being rude I would say she was flat chested, save a couple of egg cup size titties.
Far from being disappointed I actually found her titties arousing. There were in proportion to the rest of her, anorexic-thin, maybe 4'10, 51kg ... 8 stone, 112 pounds or so. Boyish. And with the fussing and clucking of the bigger girl, the thought did flit through my mind they might be lesbian lovers. No. Just a helpful friend. Or maybe cousin, sister even. They both mentioned store charge cards, so I took that to mean they both worked and could have been colleagues. I don't know, but it took 15 minutes for the bulge in my pants to completely disappear. Oh, and did I mention the selfies? Bra'd and un-bra'd. Their cellphone camera flashed numerous times.
As if the choosing of summer clothes hadn't been an ordeal, mom still wanted a pair of classy but lightweight shoes and a pair of open toe sandals. It didn't take long at all for her to scan through the offerings of the budget shoe shops, shaking her head in dismay at the poor quality of eastern Europe imports. Next were the mall shoe stores, more upmarket and, of course, rather more expensive.
The male assistant at one of the stores was more than eager to help mom choose something classy, something fashionable and something comfortable. To give the young man full credit, he did spend time and patience, firstly checking the size of her feet, knelt before her, double checking the length and breadth and assuring her that the company's products would be perfectly comfortable. It was only after he'd suggested and helped her try on three pairs that I noticed where his eyes were really focusing. Had she put her panties back on after choosing that skirt?
His persistent helpfulness did the trick. Mom bought the two pairs she needed. Did I imagine the sense of jealousy passing through me?
"Two toasted fruit teacakes and two cream teas, please." Mom ordered at Betts Cafe. On the few occasions mom dragged me shopping with her, we always finished at Betts. The bottomless teapot and the home-baked treats meant we always ate well there.
"So what do you think?" Mom asked while we waited.
"I like. All you've tried on makes you look younger but your blouse is a touch revealing - not that I'm complaining!"
"And the shoes?"
"Very nice. Stylish and comfortable. You certainly teased the assistant."
"Deputy manager, he said. I told him the shoes were more than I wanted to pay, but I managed to get a discount."
"And he got a rise?"
"Why not? I got the discount."
Betts Cafe was always a treat. We ate then collected the car. Angie was home when we arrived back, in a buoyant mood, hangover completely gone.
"Hi, sis."
"I've been wondering where you were. I've been back ages."
"Shopping," answered mom. "Then Betts."
"You lost your bra there?" Chirped sis, somewhat sarcastically.
Mom ignored the remark. Did I imagine the hint of jealousy from my dear sister?
"You going out again?" I asked. Of course she was.
"I need a shower and change of clothes."
And half a pound of makeup, I reckoned, though Angie didn't need much at all.
"Need your back scrubbed?" I ventured, hopefully.
'Fuck off, ' she mouthed, behind mom's back.
"I could always *click*," I answered, "While I'm scrubbing."
One of sis's favoured hand gestures meant I was going to be out of luck.
"OK, well *click* forget to shut the bathroom door then."
The gesture was repeated, but not before a shiver had run down her spine. Would the suggestions I'd made to make her cum still work? I didn't know. Angie turned to go upstairs.
*Click* "You can hear me but not see me."
I allowed a few minutes before I went upstairs. As if totally unconcerned, Angie had left the bathroom door wide open. Was she consciously aware she had? Angie was turned away from me as I entered the bathroom. I watched for a while, simply admiring the sleek sexy curves of my younger sister. With the extractor on, the shower panels were hardly misted. Angie took great pride in her appearance, exercising, walking whenever she could, eating sensibly and applying moisturising cream. Angie's curves were exactly in their correct places, her tits and butt in exciting proportions, her legs slim and toned. Her panties ... her worn-two-days including getting pissed panties lay on the bathroom floor, along with her matching bra - her generous sized sexy still body-warm black laced bra - lay next to them. Her cotton shirt and short skirt lay beside in a crumpled mess. The shirt smelled good, a cocktail of summer sweat, deodorant body spray and some mid priced perfume, designed to attract men. Her bra smelled better, her tits had snuggled inside there all day, imparting the perfume of her skin in the way that a well fitting bra always does.
Angie seemed engrossed in her refreshing, invigorating shower. *Click* barely audible to her, but instantly recognised by her subconscious. Almost without thinking, she reached out and squeezed another dab of shower gel onto her hand, worked a lather and applied it to her ample breasts. *Click*. She turned, let the powerful spray of warm water hit, then trickle down her back, through her butt cheeks, down her legs. With eyes now closed she cupped both breasts, ran her thumbs gently but persistently across her nipples until the brownish pink coat pegs were so plump, so full, so engorged with blood that they threatened to burst. Eyes tightly closed in blissful concentration she pulled and pinched at them until, it seemed to me, they would be sore for days. Not so. They, and the skin around them were reddened, but Angie, my little sister Angie, simply tormented them more. At last she released one. Still giving full attention to the other, her spare hand, her right hand, moved down to that very sensitive area below her belly button.
Her beautifully manicured nails traced soft lines, criss-crossing then circling the soft tender skin. Finally her middle finger breached the valley that split her pubic mound. There was just the hint of fine stubble there, which she might well fix with (as always) with one of my razors. But not yet, maybe not until another day, for her finger seemed eager to reach its target - that beautiful sweet spot just hidden inside the folds of her pussy lips. *Click* She seemed to be on autopilot, unaware of conscious actions that had been repeated so many times during her life.
In so short a while one invading finger became two. Angie now had her eyes tightly closed, a look of intense concentration on her face. Finger and thumb of one hand squeezed and pulled at a highly aroused nipple, swollen and engorged. Once pinkish brown it was becoming redder as blood pulsed through it. It looked sore but Angie never let up tormenting it, using the pain to intensify the pleasure. I winced. The fingers of her other hand, lubricated not only by the soapy lather but, by now, surely her own secret juices. The fingers, now three, were forcefully thrust inside her. Her breathing became fast, soft moans escaped her lips.
I was hard, rock hard, not totally sure whether it was the resurrection of the trance in the car that she was now under, or more likely a trance of her own making. Her eyes shut, her ears not listening, her mind totally focussed on giving herself pleasure. The squeezes, the tugs, the pleasurable pain directed at her nipple became faster, harder. Every now and then I could see the pain show in her face but the tugs and squeezes never slowed.
I took her black laced panties, dumped on the bathroom floor, sexy even without the lubricating coating deposited and still damp on the gusset. *Click* who was the more entranced, her or me? As Angie continued the attack into her cleft *click*, inside her cunt *click*, I put the gusset to my nose, unzipped my pants, released the iron bar held prisoner and crazily whacked off as if it was my last day on the planet. Little sis was treating her gash in much the same way. We didn't cum in harmony. My jizz exploded, directed into the washbasin where I could easily rinse the evidence away. Angie suddenly let out a yelp, her body shuddering with the power of her cum.
What if she hadn't been in trance but just treating me to a free show? No! The hypno stare was there. She seemed totally oblivious, as if in a dream. Nothing was said between us afterwards ... except ... except ... a sly wink. No, my imagination again ... until, that was, a second wink and just the hint of a smile.
*****
With Angie gone for the evening, mom and I talked about the shopping trip. I hate, absolutely hate, buying clothes. Apart from the odd item or two I've bought online where I can browse in comfort, most of my clothes are bought from just one or two stores in town. I pretty well know what I want before I leave home, I buy what I need, grab a burger and fries (another pet hate of mine 'do you want to upsize your drink, fries, try our super shakes, sir? Sit with the girl with big tits and 3 buttons undone, only £2 extra, sir' ... you know the extra sales spiel), and return home to catch the football results on the TV.
Mom was buoyant, as excited as a teenager again, bubbling to try on the rest of her new clothes. Bit by bit mom was trying hard to reduce the years between us in a visible way ... a kind of optical illusion if you like.
The weekend went by. I was starting to feel that little sis was getting jealous. My favourite beers stocked up in the fridge, my favourite food, more attention from mom, the little inuendos slotted into the conversation, the looks, smiles. Little sis wasn't attached, no current boyfriend despite her good looks and revealing clothes, fingering but not getting fucked. Frustrating for her I guess and there was indeed suspicion that mom and I had fucked.
Tuesday evening mom was out visiting her sister. They could talk and drink wine for hours on end, then the day after spend an hour on the phone just sharing gossip. Sis had no cash. No cash, no boyfriend, nothing on tv worth watching. 300 cable channels and nothing to watch, total crap or repeats on every channel. Why the fuck mom paid so much money for so much crap was beyond belief. Still, she paid so it wasn't my worry.
"Chris," Angie asked, in an unbelievably shy, sheepish way, "Can you, you know, can you do what you did in the car."
"You mean the *click*, *click*, *click*?"
She never shifted, no hint of a sudden arousal. The spell had worn off.
"Did you know you'd left the bathroom door open when you showered?"
Surprisingly she blushed. "You asked me to."
"And the rest?"
She laughed, nervously. "I don't know. I had my eyes shut. You were supposed to be invisible. I wanted to sense you there but didn't want to see you."
"So you know I was watching you."
"I do now."
Angie baby had the chance to become a good detective.
"Oh come on Chris. You've been pissing your pants to see my tits since they first started sprouting." She wasn't wrong, but from small beginnings they'd grown to interesting proportions.
"So why did you put on such a good show?"
"You fuckin' perv. How much did you see?"
"Hell, Angie, you've got the best fuckin' body in the North of England and you wanna know why I wanna see it?"
"But it wasn't just my tits, was it Chris?"
"Did you get horny thinking I might be watching?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"I'd rather watch you do it. Hell, Angie. You left the door open, you knew anyone could see."
"That didn't mean you had to watch."
"But it made you horny, didn't it sis?"
Angie went quiet, blushing, unsure what she did want.
"What's all this with you and mom?"
"What?"
"All this attention she's giving you. Are you fucking her?"
"Ah, so you're jealous, Angie baby."
"No, I'm not ... So, are you fucking mom? She must be gagging for it after all this time."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Christopher. You pervy turd."
"So it's ok for me to hypno-fuckin-tize you? And to lick your cunt out because you're so horny you just had to cum hard."
"So have you, or not?"
"Have I done what?"
"Have you fucked mom?"
"That's our business, not yours."
"So you have?"
"What's it to you Angie? Are you jealous? Not able to get a boyfriend to fuck you? Sweet little virgin Angie?"
"That's my business." I figured I'd touched on a nerve then.
"So Angie baby, we're even now."
Angie was quiet for a few moments.
"So Chris, darling, what about you make me hypno cum again. It was real, I was so relaxed and so horny. Please."
At that she hitched up her skirt, opened her legs just enough I could see the dampness between her legs, seeping into her pale green thong. I was aware of my own hardness.
"Why so now?"
"Firstly, mom's out and will be for a while. Secondly I'm due on anytime now. Thirdly when I'm due on I get fucking horny. As you can see." She shifted her ass forward, hiked her skirt a little more and made it so I could plainly see the damp gusset. Man, I was rock hard. This bitch certainly knew how to persuade.
"So what's it worth to me?" I was very much in the bargaining seat.
Angie eased herself up, expertly removed the soaked thong, kept her skirt hiked well up and spread her legs as she sat down. She threw the thong to me.
"Is that an invitation?" I asked, unsure.fuck's sake Chris. Start talking, get me under. Sniff my panties if you still need persuasion, but from the bulge in your pants it seems you're already persuaded."
"So do I get to fuck your sexy little cunt or not?" I put the soaked panties to my nose. Mmmmm, 'Eau de Pussy' my favourite fragrance. The pheromone enriched fragrance never failed me.
"Make me cum like I did before and I'll consider it."
I had been so determined not to use hypnosis for my own fun, but surely Angie was doing the pleading. It wasn't for my own fun. Period.
Bollocks.
It would be easy, so fucking easy. Angie was so willing, she'd be more than easy. And so the deed was done.
"Every touch makes you tingle all over. Every *click* and the tickles and tingles get more sexier than before."
Hey, people.i don't wanna bore you with all the hypno stuff again.
"So sexy like a stripper who wants to give her sexiest performance. Strip for me Angie."
It seemed like Angie was considering it. I needed to deepen the trance, make her more responsive. The words 'hypno slave' didn't come to my mind until much later. Given time I could have two, maybe three hypno slaves.
"You have to please me Angie, you know I can make you cum like a thunderbolt every time. You want that, don't you Angie?" Sleepily, almost lost now in another world, she stood. Blinking away the depth of the trance she slowly, even seductively, gave me a very personal lap dance. Fuck, how much was I now wanting to fuck her ass off. I wanted my love cannon buried deep inside her. Greedy? Fuckin' true I was greedy.
"You can sit little sister. You can sit and let me see your juicy cunt."
Her cunt was oozing, almost dripping down on to the cushion below. I couldn't help but wonder whether essence of cunt would help fragrance the room.
*Click* by *click* I brought Angie to the brink of orgasm, drip by drip the damp patch spread.
Heartless bastard I was, I denied my sibling the huge, precious orgasm she desired. She could wait.
"You'll be gagging for my cock inside you, pleading with me to make you cum." And with that I brought her out of my spell.
"Chris, I need you, you must, please."
"Must what?"
"Are you stupid or what? You've been ogling my tits and my cunt and talking, talking, talking but I haven't cum yet." She paused, then with some real power in her voice:
"So drill me out. NOW."
*Click* "Or what?"
Angie shivered as if a thousand vibrators had been set upon her.
"Please Chris. I need you, want you inside me."
"So show me how much you need me." *Click*
Another shiver passed through her, from brain to cunt in milliseconds. She sprang to her feet, ripped my pants and CKs down, watching my baby cannon spring out, ready for duty.
Despite her copious lubrication, Angie was very tight. I doubt she was still a virgin, but I also doubt anyone would find her an easy lay. In my estimation Angie could easy be a prick teaser, though she'd bj'd me with some skill. But she was tight and that was good for us both. Good for me definitely, plenty of muscle to stimulate and milk me. Good for her, because she would feel full and all those nice little young nerves would give her much pleasure.
It was never one way, either. Once I'd managed to get inside her she was going to make it worthwhile for both of us. I could feel her muscles flex, eager to grip me. Her gentle moans of pleasure encouraged me to return the favour. I slowly picked up the pace, from slowly moving inside her in case she was unused to being fully filled. It felt good for both of us so I moved a little faster, hearing her breathing deepen from the thrill of being filled. Her body took over, lubricating her pleasure tunnel more and more.
Her moans were soft, welcoming, but as I pumped harder her moans became louder. Her language was gutteral, words I'd never heard her use. Mixed in were words of encouragement, asking me to speed.
"Yes, Chris, yes. Fuck me like a while. Fuck me like I was street trash you want to punish. Make me sore, harder Chris, harder."
Then: "Faster Chris faster. I shouldn't have rejected you, ignored you. You're the best fuck I've ever had."
Her tits were jiggling, moving like jelly on a plate. Taking her lead I grasped hard, pulling the copious flesh, squeezing, hurting. Then her nipples. I'd seen Angie harshly treat her nipples in the shower. I pinched, pulled, squeezed hard.
Angie's comments stopped. I rammed in hard, using the full length of my cock, awkwardly re-entering her at times, having pulled back too far. Her panting became harder, faster, her voice producing squeals, grunts, moans as my groin hit hard against her cunt lips.
I knew I was going to cum. It was inevitable, so I slowed.
"No, Chris, no. Please don't stop. Don't slow. I'm almost there."
We were in perfect harmony. Brother and sister as one, co-ordinated, synchronised.
I gave it all I could, muscles starting to ache as I pumped faster
And faster
And ... It built quickly inside me. That point of no return. That very, very pleasurable time when it's impossible to avoid pumping thick hot sperm into that most pleasurable receptacle. That warm, tight welcoming hole.
I speeded up again as fast as I could physically manage, banging my all into little sister's cunt. It came. That huge release, that delightful pumping, that fantastic euphoria, all squeezed into a few seconds glimpse of heaven.
Almost immediately than my uncontrolled pumping began, Angie screamed in delight. I almost thought she'd passed out as the ripples of orgasm pumped and pumped through her. Within mere seconds we'd both reached the zenith of mutual explosion.The weekend came. Friday evening Angie, thanks to a small but useful overdraft, courtesy of Midbank Plc, managed to persuade the ATM to spew forth two crisp £20 and one £10 notes. The following week her meagre monthly pay was due, a junior secretary's salary barely covering her share of household bills, fuel for her use of mom's car, her ever increasing mobile phone top-ups and her regular lifestyle of alcohol, partying and fast food.
"Wow, Angie baby," I teased, knowing she hated that name, "It could be your night to pull." Shower, hair and face paint had taken just over an hour. She had just a few minutes before the half-hourly bus into town was due.
"Fuck you," she retorted. "Don't fucking call me Angie baby."
"Is that offer still on if you don't pull then?"
Busying herself to make sure she didn't miss the bus Angie ignored my remark. I had to admit though that my little sister could pull any guy of her choosing. She'd chosen to wear a black shirt with fine vertical red and white stripes. The top two buttons were undone and within seconds of leaving the house it would be three. Angie's carefully chosen bra made to maximise her cleavage. At least it was practical. The evening was warm, the pubs and clubs would be warmer still. Her ultra short, butt hugging tight black skirt was nigh-on obscene. I could have fucked her there and then.
"So, sis. You'll fuck me as soon as you get back?"
A dirty look and just one raised finger were her sole answer before the front door slammed. Mom and I had the house to ourselves. Angie, as often happened, didn't return that evening. She would be unable to face mom in an almost paralytic state of overindulgence of alcohol.
"I love you mom," I said, keeping my sentiments simple.
"And I love you too," she answered, taking the few steps towards me. We kissed. Despite girlfriends and the odd one nighter following one drink too many at the student bars, mom was far more experienced than me. We kissed some more, mom's inviting lips encouraging us to kiss deeply and passionately.
"Do you want some more babying?" she asked, suddenly.
"I thought you said I sucked too hard, and occasionally bit you." I hated the word 'babying', it seemed somewhat perverted.
"Oh it's OK. In fact I enjoyed it last time. Anyway it's good to have sore nipples sometimes as they remind me of the fun we've had. You might not believe this but you've actually made a little milk flow. I noticed it afterwards."
Taboo or not, I really had enjoyed sucking on mom's boobies and I'd often wondered how a woman's milk would taste. I couldn't remember suckling as a baby though mom had told me dad would try too. Perhaps this was another 'dad' memory that would boost her confidence and help her enjoy sex just that little bit more.
"OK," I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. This had to be something that mom wanted me to do.
Mom crossed to the three seat sofa, sat, patted her lap, raised her top then pulled up one cup of her bra, "Make yourself comfortable."
I had no cause not to obey. It took a few minutes for me to position myself, legs overhanging the end of the sofa. Finally my mouth locked on mom's now naked breast. The nipple tasted good. Mom cradled my head in the crook of her arm; it all felt so natural. Her breast smelled so good, the remnant fragrance of whatever body wash or deodorant was most welcome, in fact the scent was of, what? It seemed familiar and then I remembered. Mom had powdered her breasts and cleavage with baby talcum powder.
Monday and Thursday evenings mom went to the community keep fit classes. When she returned there was a smell of sweat. The community centre had toilet facilities but there were no showers and just two small changing rooms. The sweat smell was there, but it was by no means unpleasant. Today was Friday, the only exercise mom had done was daily chores, helped to some extent by me.
Mom's voice was soothing, "That's right Chris. You drink mommy's milk, it's good for you." She tugged at my tee-shirt and started to caress my side, pausing to run her fingers across and around my nipple. Even if I had wanted to, I couldn't prevent myself from rapidly becoming hard.
Mom noticed, and her right hand awkwardly unbuttoned the top of my jeans then unzipped them. By raising my hips, and with a little help, my jeans and underpants were soon around my ankles.
"My, you're such a big boy," said mom, gently stroking my length, "And with a lovely thickness too." Her fingers curled partly around my solid pole as if to prove the point. "It shows you're nice and healthy."
It could have been a tiring day, but I hadn't done much at all. It could have been mom's soft soothing voice, or the baby powder smell making me recall a time when life was so simple, so uncomplicated. It could have been mom's very gentle, persistent stokes of my prize penis. Whatever it was I was becoming sleeper and sleeper.
When I awoke mom was still very steadily caressing my cannon and I sensed copious lubrication oozing out of its tip. Her titty was still touching, but no longer inside my mouth.
"This (she touched more firmly) must be uncomfortable for you (I could live with it for a while longer). Would you like mommy to ease the tension in your willie?" she asked. "Would you like to cum for mommy?"
"Oh yes, yes please!"
"Well, you suck on mommy's titty while I see to it."
She winced but I continued to suck hard.
"You're really needing mommy's milk, aren't you. You're a hungry boy."
Mom's busy, deft fingers knew exactly what to do. It took only moments for me to shoot my precious sticky fluid into her hand and she licked every last drop from her fingers. Was it patronising talk? Maybe it was, but I felt closer to mom than I ever had before. Angie would now take second place.
It was bedtime before mom told me the true story. Yes, when we were babies Angie and I sucked every drop of milk from her breasts, but mom's body compensated. Rather than have soggy nursing bras, dad took to drinking the surplus. It was just one more bond that truly cemented their marriage and it was a bond between mom and me.
Just after 11, the phone call had come from one of Angie's friends. True to form, Angie was stopping over until she sobered up. I thought I recognised the voice, a very well spoken voice.
"It's Celine. Remember me?" She'd been at our house several times. She was the girl at Angie's party who BJ'd me, you know, the one with cleavage almost down to her navel.
"Ah, yes I do, sorry Celine. Is Angie OK," I asked.
Celine laughed. "Yes she's fine. She's just been telling me you've been very helpful to her. I'm having a party here next weekend, why don't you come over? My parents are away on holiday. Just bring some drinks with you."
Celine's invite took me by surprise. Most of the parties Angie went to were girls only, apart from the very occasional exception, and just what had my drunken little sister been saying?
"I don't think you'd want me around. I know you girls like to talk just between yourselves."
"Quite the contrary. Angie says you have some fun skills. And there will be a couple of guys here."
I laughed. "Just what has my drunken sister been telling you?"
"Oh, not much. Anyhow you can keep an eye on Angie at the party."
"OK. You want beer, cider ... What?"
"Tequila is my favourite. It could be a very wise choice," said Celine, enigmatically.
"OK, it's a date then."
I hung up. Celine's parents were rich and she could sometimes come over as a rich bitch, but she'd made her intentions very clear most times I'd seen her. Sometimes - strike that - most times she was a fucking tease and I'd love the chance to get inside her and make her so fucking sore she'd not be able to walk for a week. Just the thought of getting inside her tight cunt was making me hard. Tight cunt? Yes, most of the time I reckon she'd leave guys wanting, but never able to fuck her brains out.
Mom was just heading into her bedroom by the time I'd got upstairs. She hadn't a stitch on, naked as the day she was born. I stood in awe of how she'd managed to get her forty something body really into shape. Even her modestly sized tits had never let gravity take a true hold. Yes there was wear and tear but she worked out regularly and ate sensibly. She was one MILF that any sensible guy would like to fuck. But I - me, her son - was always at the head of the queue. Sorry guys, gates closed, you'll have to queue again tomorrow.
"You will be joining me, won't you Chris?" It was an order, not a request.
I nodded, "Sure, mom." Rich bitch had got me in the mood and mom was gonna get everything I had in mind for rich bitch later. It was mom who wouldn't be able to walk for a week. At least, that was the plan.
It didn't take me long for the usual bathroom routine. Percy porker was ready and raring to go. Mom was laid waiting for me, perky breasts peeking out from the top of the duvet. She watched carefully as I pulled my tee-shirt over my head, unzipped and dropped my jeans, tugged off my socks and yanked down my boxers. Perky porker's eye winked at mom as he stood ready for action but mom simply wanted a cuddle first. "Cuddles," she said, "Can help solve even the most difficult situations in life."
It was simply nice, rewarding to both of us, to spoon with my favourite friend pushed firmly between her butt cheeks. There would be many times I'd lay there with her, hardly moving and often with her fast asleep, that I'd rock gently with my erection firmly grasped by her thighs, just below her pussy lips. A dry hump, yes, but wildly erotic. Sometimes from the relative dryness I'd make myself a little sore, but that just reminded me of where I'd been and the sensations I'd felt. All was good.
"Are you asleep mom?" I asked after a few minutes.
"No, just lying here, content to have someone beside me."
"We can't do this every night mom," I said. I was aware that not only might Angie be jealous but also mom would feel so alone at night after I returned to uni.
"It's OK. Ssshh! Don't talk, just cuddle." Mom's voice was merely a whisper.
I just lay there. Mom's skin had a light fragrance, her hair was soft and had its own slight perfume. I put my arm around her and gently kneaded one breast the the other, rolling my palm over stiffening nipples.
"Mmmm."
I allowed my fingertips to roll then gently tweak each nipple, pinching and pulling hard occasionally.
"Chris, don't do that. I'm trying to sleep and you're just making me horny." It was an odd request. Unusually mom wanted to fuck more than I did.
"Are you sure?" I asked, still tweaking and pulling.
"You can bring me off with your fingers, we'll fuck in the morning." Mom sounded a little sleepy. She rolled onto her back, opening her legs just sufficient to allow me access.
The night was warm so I rolled back the summer duvet and moved around so I could kiss her all the way up from her ankles. It wasn't easy to see but moonlight was filtering in through the curtains enough for me to see all I needed. Mom's legs parted more as I planted a row of kisses, along the inside of one leg and up past her knee. From her lower thigh, mom began to acknowledge the sensations. By the time I'd reached within an inch or two of her sex, her breaths were becoming more audible, then sighs and throaty murmurs of pleasure.
I kissed her pubis, lightly covered by hair, inhaling that precious perfume. I must admit I paused there, the scent making my solid erection almost burst. It's was an intoxicating mixture of pee, love juice and light sweat from being confined within her panties. I was tempted to lick that sweet spot, that small swelling of her clitoris, but I passed it by, moving down the opposite thigh right down to her ankles again.
"Please, Chris," were her only words, which I ignored. Instead, my mouth made the same journey again, this time pausing at her clit just long enough for her to want much more. She lifted her hips towards me, wanting much more than I was prepared to offer. She must wait.
"Oh, Chris, please. No, don't move. Chris, please make me cum."
Every protest was ignored. Finishing my journey by her ankles again I moved. Now I was level with her, nestling my head by her shoulder. My head, supported by her armpit, was ideal placed to let my tongue flick a juicy swollen nipple. My fingers delved into her cunt lips, seeking an equally swollen clit, that divine source of untold pleasure.
"Yes, Chris, just there." Her hips began to move, pressing her pleasure button hard into my fingers.
"Oh, Chris, that's divine. Make me cum, make me cum hard Chris."
"Tough fucking luck, mom. My fingers, my rules." I brought her right to the edge.
Then
I
moved.
Despite pleading, dirty words of love, I paused. I tore her own hand away from her cunt mouth to stop her finishing the job I'd started.
"Chris! Don't be a fucking asshole. Let me finish."
"Less of the dustbin mouth. I'll let you cum when I want to. Move your hand."
Mom did as I asked. Sliding further down, half hung over the end of the bed I clamped my mouth over where mom's hand had been. Pissed off by her impatience I started to slowly tongue her clit.
"Oh Chris, Chris, yes. There Chris, yes, please."
Sucking the growing sex-pleaser between my lips I began to slowly play with her. She would wait. If she asked once more she would wait all night, with her hands tied together and masking tape over her mouth. I told her so.
"I'm sorry Chris," she said. "I haven't felt as horny as this for a long time."
Eventually, jaw aching from unfamiliar use of surrounding muscles, I relented. My tongue, also tired, began to lick faster. Mom's hips moved in time to the pleasure pulses my tongue was giving. Her butt rose, making my neck start to ache, and all at once a thousand ripples of pleasure spasmed their way through her.
She shrieked, "Oh my god, " as the ultimate climax overtook her.
I had worked patiently and hard to try and repay all the love and care mom had given me, but I wanted her to remember these moments the following day. No sooner had her climax fully died then I was inside her. It was late, and with mom's earlier attention I was able to fully ram home time and time again. There was no abuse, mom's love cavern was well oiled by the time my equipment tunnelled its way in, but I meant to pound her in a way which would give her a pleasant soreness for the next 24 hours.
Yes, Chris, fuck me hard. Make me pay for my complaining and my impatience."
I needed no further request. I stuffed my meat in with vigour and with haste. The moment came when I knew I could thrust no more. My cum blasted into my dear mother with the force of an atomic blast. Only seconds later mom shared my delight with her own powerful orgasm.
I was spent. Mom was spent. We lay spooned together in post coital bliss. Sleep overcame us within minutes.
---
The following morning I awoke to find mom already showered and downstairs. I could smell the sausage and bacon and that alone persuaded me to leave mom's comfy bed. Within minutes I was also showered and downstairs.
"Morning mom," I called cheerfully. She turned from the stove and we kissed.
"It's almost ready," she said, and within minutes we were both tucking in to our usual Saturday morning feast. Of all the things I missed at uni, bacon was top of the list. Nothing was said of the babying or the fucking late last night, or, to be more accurate, earlier that morning. If mom was sore she didn't show it.
I was just on my second half pint cup of tea when the phone rang. It was Celine
"Hi Celine."
"Hi Chris. I was just thinking. Daddy has a big gas barbecue. I know how to get it going but he won't let me cook on it. There's heaps of stuff in the freezer if you're any good at cooking. It would be really good to have some BBQ'd food for the party. You are coming, aren't you?"
"Yes, sure. I can handle the BBQ and I'm bringing Tequila."
"That's very wise. You and Angie can both stay over if you like."
"Thanks Celine."
"I'll put Angie on. She wants a word."
Angie sounded as though she needed a glass of that fizzy stuff and the day in bed. She hoped to be home after lunch.
"So," said mom. "A pre-uni party I suppose."
"Yes," I replied. "At Celine's. I rather think she wants me to keep an eye on sis and be a chef for the barbie. It may run late though so I reckon we'll sleep over."
"That's fine. Celine is very well-spoken and she seems to be a lovely young lady."
At least I had mom's approval.
The week passed quickly. I spent some of the time relaxing in the garden. Sometimes England surprises everyone with a full week of sunshine. The rest of the time mom and I chatted, made love, set the world to rights. Angie drove us to Celine's. The car would be safe there overnight. The house was a late Georgian detached 4 bedroom, reflecting her daddy's senior position in a local business. Celine was an only child with few restrictions in her life, so it seemed. Very much daddy's pet, it seemed she could get away with anything bar an unwanted pregnancy. Despite being on the pill with its associated regular bleeds, according to Angie at least, she too had some problems. I would get to hear about them sometime.
"Chris, you darling. My favourite." Celine left the Tequila in the kitchen, away from the other drinks the guests had brought. She swapped the bottle for an ice cold large can of lager which she passed to me. She looked stunning in what appeared to be an expensive blouse and short pleated black skirt. She gave me a hug that lasted many seconds more than a polite welcome, then led me by the hand to the BBQ outside the back of the double garage. "It's SO good of you to act as head chef."
Pleased to help one of Angie's friends," I answered.
"I'll just show you how to light the BBQ. Daddy said I could use it and don't worry about cleaning up, Daddy has the proper stuff so he'll see to it when they get back."
"Where have they gone?" I asked, more out of politeness than anything.
"Oh, they're on a cruise. I don't really know - I think part of it is in the Bahamas. Daddy wanted me to be there but a cruise isn't really my thing."
"Are you sure he'll clean up? It won't annoy him if I make a mess?"
"Oh no. Daddy's a real darling. I think he likes to get away from Mummy for a while. Anyway he loves me. He'll do anything I ask."
That was it. I had the BBQ lit and left it to heat up the ceramic briquettes. My mind turned over Celine's relationship with her Daddy. He taught her how to use the BBQ, did he teach her how to fuck? The burgers and sausages had been defrosted already. I started to cook.
After greeting a few more guests, Celine returned carrying plates, French mustard and ketchup. Several tables were already set out on the beautifully manicured lawn - another chance for Daddy to get away from Mummy I thought. Plastic chairs were also neatly arranged and got the idea that Celine helped Daddy a lot when his business associates, friends and partners came around. The BBQ was a huge beast, the Rolls Royce of barbecues and I got the impression that parties often took place.
'Keep your daddy happy,' I thought, 'And he will keep you happy too.' A naughty thought maybe and I could be very wrong, but the idea insistently bugged my mind. Celine was a real beauty. As she fussed, making sure cutlery and napkins were neatly arranged, I took the time to study her more.
The blouse or shirt she wore was (I thought) silk or an amazing replica. It fit her form as if it had been made just for her. Just the top button was unfastened and the material clung to her breasts and waist. Either the bra she wore was designed not to show its outline, or her breasts were unharnessed. Whichever way, they moved gently as she undertook her task.
Celine came across, stood behind me and gently put her arms around me. Kissing me on the nape of my neck she squeezed against me, her full breasts pressing into my back. Kissing the same spot again she thanked me that the burgers, sausage and some kind of (I thought) Chinese flavoured ribs were well on the way to being cooked. Bread buns were stacked and relishes in place to feed her hungry guests. With a swift but very accurate sweep of her hand against the outline of my swollen member, and giving it just a gentle squeeze, she left to tell the others that food was almost ready.
My mind was wandering again in a way that it shouldn't wander. But hey, what was the difference between a daddy and daughter relationship and my own experiences with mom. My baby machine had its own take on things. Despite any possibilities of incest in either family, my mind was solely on what Celine could do for me. She'd already sucked me off and remarked on my size. She'd pressed her delightful breasts against me then lightly squeezed my cannon to make sure my interest in her was a positive one.
It was just as well the BBQ beast was between me and the others until serving up food temporarily took my mind off fucking Celine's brains out. At last my chores were done and I could relax. Celine and Angie were sat together. I took the vacant chair at their table relieved that there would be no jealousy on Angie's part.
"So what's this hypno thing all about?" asked Celine, without any warning. I noticed she was serving herself Tequila in a large wine glass.
"What's Angie been telling you?"
"I know this is impossible but she says you made her cum without any touching."
Angie stared at Celine for disclosing girl talk amongst other people. Her face flushed.
"Well it can be done that way, or with a few taps on the arm. It all depends on the girl's or boy's imagination and how they respond to hypnosis."
"Can you try it with me?" added Celine.
"What, make you cum here with everyone watching?"
"And no touching," Celine clarified.
"I might need to touch your arm. If I touched you intimately you'd likely come straight out of hypnosis and ring the cops."
"That's OK. Anyway, I figure it's impossible to do."
"You need to be sat on something more comfortable than that chair. Have you got a recliner?"
Celine went in the garage, brought out what looked like a very upmarket padded garden seat which reclined a little. "Will this do?"
"Don't you mind anyone watching?"
"Of course I don't. I've seen hypnotists on TV and it's all a set-up."
With Celine seated on the chair I started my routine:
"OK, shut your eyes and stretch out your arms, palms facing up." Celine did so, a smile still on her face. "Now imagine I'm putting a weight on your palm." I touched her palm. "Now I'm going to tie a helium balloon to your other wrist." I made to tie the invisible string.
I told her the weights were increasing and that more balloons were being tied. Finally she opened her eyes and was amazed that one arm had moved down and the other had moved up.
"You see, it's all in your imagination." Celine could only believe what she could see.
I repeated the sequence but this time telling her to relax more and more. Finally she was totally zonked, deeply hypnotised. Judging by her body language she had been very receptive, very receptive indeed. This was going to be fun with a capital F.
"Now, Celine. Your feet are becoming very ticklish, tickles all over them, so ticklish you can't stand it."
Everyone laughed as she kicked off her sandals, trying to rub her feet against the grass to stop the tickles.
"And now the tickles are on your legs. Each time I touch your arm the tickles grow stronger." More laughter. "Stronger, stronger." The poor girl just didn't know what to do.
"And now Celine those tickles are on the inside of your thighs, but they are pleasure tickles." Her jaw dropped as the highly erotic sensations kicked in. She shifted forward, her legs parting, her breathing deepening. I touched her arm and the pleasure tickles increased; times 5, times 10, times 100. By now her hips thrust forward and her skirt rode up her legs which were parting at a more obscene angle. Her pale blue panties were now on view, a darkening circle of moisture beginning to form.
"And now, Celine, the tickles are there at your most secret place, getting stronger and better. But you won't cum yet until I tell you."
I moved around, behind her and whispered in her ear.
"You love your Daddy a lot, don't you Celine?" She nodded.
"You can imagine him touching your breasts if you wish, Celine." She nodded again and mouthed a quiet 'Yes'.
"He's touching them now Celine and those pleasure tickles make you certain it's so right, so nice, so intensely pleasurable." She bit her lip, murmured sounds of pleasure."
"No-one knows he's here right now, touching you so softly that your passion just builds, and builds, and builds. And the pleasure tickles become too much to bear and you just cum and cum. You can cum noisily now Celine, you can cum as you've never done before."
Compared to the others I'd hypnotised, Celine's orgasm really surprised me. The intensity was overwhelming. "Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!!' she screamed so loud even the neighbours might have heard.
De-hypnotising Celine was simple, but a word and a click from me would put her straight back in that state. I went back to my drink leaving her to realise just what had happened. Her panties, still on show, were soaked. A little too late she realised how much she was showing and she moved into a less exposing position.
I never noticed that her phone was missing from the table. One of her friends had video'd the whole experience for her to watch later.
"You tricked me," Celine retorted as she returned to the table.
"In what way?" I asked.
"I must have rubbed myself off somehow. I don't know. You couldn't make me cum just by talking. You touched me up, didn't you?"
"So go ask others, watch the video Emma took."
"She did what?"
"It's on your phone. Watch it."
I hadn't noticed at first that the phone was missing. Emma, usually a shy girl, had taken it and had captured the whole performance on the phone video. Judging by everything else Celine owned it would be top notch. Celine picked the evidence up and her jaw dropped when she saw what she'd done.
A few minutes later she relented. "How the fuck did you do it then?"
"It would take me ages to explain. How are you feeling right now?"
"Very relaxed and so fucking horny. Like I've wanked myself three times and I still want more."
*Click* "Sleep."
"Pleasure tickles, all over, faster, more, pleasure licks, can't hold back, etc., etc., cum for me baby."
The look on Celine's face told everything as her second cum shot through her.
"Chris, you fucking twat. What are you doing to me?
It was not anger this time but pure delight. 'Come," she said, "I need some help in the kitchen."
"Chris," she said in a very soft tone. "I'm sorry I doubted you." She kissed me, not with closed lips but in the way lovers do. "How can I repay you?"
"A fuck would be nice but not just now. Your panties must be needing changing though ... "
"You pervy sod," she said with a glint on her eyes. "You men are all the same. But anyone who gives me two humongous orgasms within 10 minutes deserves a treat. "Here," she added, lifting her skirt and peeling down those now soaking panties, "You can keep them."
She paused in thought for a moment as if deciding what to say.
"That extra bit in my ear about Daddy, how did you ...?"
I cut her short. "You've mentioned him many times and always in a good way, like he's never chastised you, he's always loved you. I decided to test your reaction and I knew from your breathing and eyelid movements that what I'd said had some truth."
"Oh fuck. Tell me Chris, now, you won't breathe a word."
"That's why I whispered it. No-one else knows. I'm already bound to secrecy at uni and I could be in very deep shit if I said anything."
"I get really hung-up about it. Mummy would divorce him and file huge legal proceedings." She paused again. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Don't worry at all, you have my word."
"It's so wrong but it feels so right. I'm utterly confused. Sometimes I cry thinking about it."
"Look, it's really not my business, but if you want to talk I'm willing to help any way I can. And I can help you not feeling guilty about it, so you can enjoy him more."
Celine quickly changed the subject. "We need to get the desserts taken outside or people will really think we're having a quick fuck."
"Personally I much prefer a slow fuck. When could we schedule that in?"
Celine gave me the Blair glare. "Don't push your luck Chris." We made our way outside.
I thought the rest of the evening would be a bore but as the late evening coolness crept in most of us went inside. There was still enough wine and beer and a few shorts and the mellowness of slowly consumed alcohol crept in. People were chilled and with that came an increased libido. There were just two other males and several girls were vying for attention.
Emma, the shy girl came across to me ... I vaguely remembered her from Angie's party.
"Chris," she said in a real low voice, "I shot the video because Angie had told us stuff and I knew Celine wouldn't believe you could hypnotise her. I ..." She stopped there.
"You what?" I asked.
"Well, I mean, I ... I ... I " She stuttered. I knew what she was going to say.
"You felt the same as Celine?" I prompted.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Some people," I explained, "Have such an excellent imaginative mind that they can place themselves in someone else's experience without even realising."
"Wow."
"Tell me, could you clearly hear what I was saying to Celine?"
"Yes ... well, at first ... and then I was concentrating on camera."
"OK, Emma. I think you accidentally got involved in the hypnosis, but you didn't go into trance. In other words you got aroused but didn't cum."
"Oh," said Emma, looking very disappointed. "So it wouldn't work for me."
"Quite the opposite," I said. "Very much the opposite. If I'd been talking directly to you and you hadn't been concentrating on the video, you would have gone deeply into hypnosis and very easily. Tell me, did you feel any tickles like Celine?"
"A little bit. At the top of my legs. It felt kinda nice."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, just a little bit. I was trying to concentrate on the video."
Emma wasn't the kind of girl who would immediately catch a boy's eye. Shy, dowdily dressed and, though I wouldn't tell her so, with small tits and no butt. She wasn't exactly anorexic either.
Her face brightened. "So could you ... I mean ... would you. Oh sorry, I'm a bit nervous."
I lowered my voice. "Can I ask you something very personal?" Now I was a little nervous. Was she a virgin or just inexperienced or what?
"Yes, OK."
"I need to know if you've had an orgasm and if you've been touched, you know, in private places. You need to have some memory of how it feels, something in your mind you can recall. I'm sorry. You don't have to answer."
I was sure Emma would blush and back out, but this girl, just a little older than my sister, had guts. Otherwise she wouldn't have approached me.
"I'm not sure," she confessed. "Like a lot of girls I've touched myself, usually if I'm bored, or sometimes after I've been swimming, with the towel. It feels good but I usually stop. Mom told me a long time ago that girls shouldn't do that, so I feel guilty."
"But you still do it?"
"Hell, yes. For a long time. At first it was when I badly needed to pee but couldn't be bothered. I don't know what an orgasm is. You mean like have I cum?"
"Yes. Sorry to embarrass you." She was being very open.
"It's OK. Other girls talk about it, but it doesn't seem anything like when I do it. It feels nice but not fantastic like they say. Sometimes I get teased."
I was amazed by Emma's honesty but I wasn't sure if it would work, at least with the guilt stopping her. She must have sensed that I had doubts.
"You can't help, can you?" Her face told it all.
"Just let me think," I said. What the fuck, I had an idea. Hell, I was only a little older than her but laws are laws and hypnosis has an ethical code. I would need Emma's explicit consent, not to mention her trust.
"I can," I began, "And I think it will help you a lot, a terrific amount - and when you're on your own too, in bed, after swimming, in the shower. But, and this is a big BUT, I need to teach you some sensations ... touch you myself."
Emma beamed from ear to ear and hugged me. "Yes, yes, YES. Can we start now?"
"Well sure, but not here."
"No!" Emma laughed.
I looked around. Most of the girls were chatting in that alcohol fuelled way. One of the guys had his tongue down Angie's throat and his hand inside her blouse. Little sis was grinding herself against his bulge. No-one was taking notice as we slipped upstairs. In any case, nobody would interrupt a young couple sneaking out of a party into an empty bedroom.
I'd explained to Emma exactly what I had in mind. I chose what I assumed to be a guest room and with Emma laid comfortably on the bed I began my spell.
"Just close your eyes, Emma, breathe deeply and let yourself relax."
...
Within minutes Emma was in a very deep trance. I had to get Emma to remember everything so she could help herself.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself, Emma. Can you do that?"
In a very sleepy way Emma mouthed "Yes"
Very slowly, sleepily, she raised her skirt all the way up. Her panties were plain, supermarket style, briefs but not cut away. Like the rest of her clothes, possibly her best ones for the party, her panties had no style and concealed everything. Equally slowly she pulled her panties down as far as her relaxed body would let her.
"I'll help you take them down. Is that OK?"
"Yes."
Surprisingly she lifted one leg then the other. With the panties now in my hand I couldn't resist sampling the scent. It was amazing. With no further request from me her hand went to her groove. She rubbed just one finger up and down through the fine light brown hair. Hardly delving down to reach that sweet spot that's the centre of all girls' pleasure, as if nervous to do so, she soon stopped.
"Is that all?" I asked. She mouthed "Yes."
"I'm going to teach you some sensations. If you're unhappy, tell me to stop."
Very gently I ran my fingers up her lower leg, then her thigh, then her inner thigh. Her body was responding in a very positive way.
"Is that nice?" I asked, my fingers very lightly stroking her inner thigh.
"Yes, nice."
"Can I see your breasts?" Always a question, never an order. If I alarmed her at all the trance would end.
"Yes."
Perhaps to make herself unattractive, less noticed by boys her age as shy girls sometimes do, Emma didn't have a bra on to accentuate her breasts, but her breasts were beautiful.
"You're breasts are amazing," I said, and it was true. Small but not tiny, perfectly rounded with just the faintest natural tan. Her nipples, doubtless from my leg touches in her deeply relaxed state, we're brownish pink, plump and proud. Those amazing circles around them served to improve, not detract from my view. I'd had a semi before. Now I had a real boner.
"Do you touch your breasts when you finger yourself?"
"No."
"Can I touch them?"
"Yes."
The intense look on her face as I gently stroked one, then the other, made the exercise worthwhile. Her breathing deepened, and the look of pleasure when I combined that with the thigh strokes made me very hard indeed. I wasn't interested in fucking her, nor taking advantage of her hypnotised body. With mom, Angie and Celine, I had enough to keep me randy as hell.
After repeating the strokes for few minutes I brought Emma back to full consciousness. If I *clicked* then she would still fully react. We chatted for a few moments. I repeated the touches while she was awake. Now she had conscious and subconscious control.
"I want to bring you off, give you an orgasm, then repeat it and enhancing your memory, like I did to Celine. Is that OK?" Emma was now wide awake.
"Yes, I'd like that."
"By the way," I added, putting her pantie crotch to my nose, "You really are sexy."
She was still laid, and showing me all she had. Starting again I traced all the way up to her secret place then all the way down the opposite leg.
"You really do have beautiful small titties," I remarked.
"Do you think so?" Emma didn't seem convinced.
"Good enough to eat," I answered, leaning over, licking then slightly sucking each nipple. At the same time, working my way up slowly I traced circles on her thigh. She gasped in delight. I paused and dipped my finger. She was wet and took very little time to open her legs wider to allow me to touch the centre of desire, her clit. By now I could feel her clit swell. Using all of her natural wetness I teased it, again to her audible and physical delight.
"Give me your hand." I guided her finger to the now sensitive bud. "Rub there, very gently."
Leaning over again, I kissed her breasts, sucked a little harder, moved her finger and vigorously rubbed her clit.
The effect was electric, she took a sudden intake of breath and her body shuddered with her powerful cum.
For a few minutes we talked about what I'd done and how her body had reacted.
*Click* "Sleep."
"Every touch, every tickle, every sensation is the most wonderful feeling you've ever had and it will always be like this
*Click* "More, ten times more."
I placed two of her fingers on her clit.
"The more you rub, the more intense the feelings."
*Click* "Lick your other finger and circle it on your nipple."
And the rest you can imagine.
My work for that session was almost done. It was merely moments away before Emma exploded with her first proper cum with her own fingers. She hugged me.
"That was amazing. How can I thank you?"
"You can thank me by practising every day. If you want me again Celine has my number. Oh, and you'll let me keep your panties?"
"Sure."
---
What seemed like an eternity was only 30 minutes in the spare bedroom and I doubt anyone missed us. Emma was full of smiles and really hyped up. A blowjob outside in the garden would have been great but I'd probably have to teach her. Angie and her new friend had vanished, but what's the point of a party if no-one gets fucked?
"Hey, Chris, I almost forgot you." Celine took a break from gossip to come over to chat. I supposed the Tequila bottle was already half empty. She flung her arms round my neck. "Come here Chris you bastard. That was some real trick you pulled." Her words were starting to slur.
"You didn't enjoy it then?"
"It was a trick , no, lissen. It was a dirty trick so you could fucking grope me you fucker. But it's OK, I know that game. You're using some weird pissychology to get me in bed."
*Click* "But it felt good *click * didn't it. *Click * and you asked me to."
"Oh fuck, you're making me so fucking horny, why, how?"
"Just because I can. I can *click* and you're ten times as horny."
A look of utter disbelief crossed her face. She pulled my head down until my lips met hers. Locked in a deep embrace I pushed my hands up under her designer blouse, unclipped her bra and cupped those delicious melons, letting my thumbs accidentally brush past her nipples. The softness and warmth of breasts, of any size, never ceases to please me. Protected and nested by a well chosen bra (I HATE squashed tits). Unbridled, her breasts more than filled my upturned and spread out fingers. They lay soft and heavy, warm and delightful to my touch.
Celine ground her groin into mine.
"Chris ... how the hell can you make a woman feel so horny."
"Its not me, it's your subconscious working overtime. You can do better still."
Reluctantly I released one breast. *Click* "One hundred times more horny than you've ever been in your life."
Her mouth opened as if it been on a double hinge. Man, she all but swallowed me. Her pussy ground so hard, trying to bring herself off on my hardness. *Click*
"Chris, I want your big hard cock inside me now. I want you to fuck me senseless."
She released her grip on my neck, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door, then the staircase. Once I'd got the message she released my arm, tugging at her clothes; her designer blouse rapidly unbuttoned, her loosened bra, her skirt, as I struggled to lose my own clothes. Naked before she hit her room, she tugged me to her bed.
"It's all your fault," she exclaimed. "You got me so damned horny. Now take care of it."
She winced at the sudden force of my full, steel hard cock being driven inside her. Then she gasped as I drove it in and out, yelping at times and finally her orgasm blasted through her with the force of an earthquake. It was just seconds before my cum shot into her.
I stayed inside her, kissing her deeply, praising her, cuddling until it all subsided. Now soft and limp, but with both of satisfied, I withdrew.
We laid again, quietly, enjoying the simple touch of skin against skin. Celine was truly beautiful. Blessed with a truly faultless skin, mid brown short hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, generous breasts and a lifestyle and diet that kept her tanned and toned. A flat stomach and curvy waist, female anatomy sculpted to show anyone permitted to look just how God intended a woman to be. Her shaven mons (at Daddy's request?) stood proud, the valley leading downwards to where pleasure always began. Her legs, long and slim, strong thighs to grip any male securely, muscled calves from regular exercise, toenails tastefully painted in coral pink.
Celine lay, temporarily recovering from both our exertions, peacefully, with eyes closed, her breasts gently swelling up and down. And, to cap it all, a blissful smile on her lips.
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I think everyone enjoyed the party: well fed, fuelled with a little too much alcohol, gossips exchanged and lips kissed. Angie reappeared, hair a mess, clothes hastily rearranged and a smile on her face. We were both staying the night but as Celine's parents were away, somehow Angie negotiated a shared bed for her new male friend. However, they would have to share a single bed. Tough!
Myself, I'd been offered a free upgrade to Mummy and Daddy's bed. Obviously Celine didn't want it messed up, but a double sleeping bag would allow me to benefit from the top of the range sprung mattress.
It well after midnight by the time there was just the four of us ... way after midnight. Look, it's embarrassing for me to tell you how I hypnotised a guy to almost cum in his pants so just imagine it.
"Hey Chris, leave off. I want the benefit of that."
"He's enjoying the best boner of his life, he's buzzing, he really, really wants to cum." I appealed to Angie. "You want me to hype you up too. Just a few clicks?"
"NO Christopher. I just want a plain, normal fuck without the fancy icing. Snap him out of it with his cock supercharged until he's fucked me senseless."
"OK Angie baby, don't piss your pants."
She stood, dropped them, handed them to me, soaked through with her juices
from whatever had happened in the garden. She wanted that guy so much ... "Now prime him for me." Sis knew my weakness.
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I lay, naked, the sleeping bag unzipped and folded back, atop the most comfortable mattress I'd ever known. I couldn't sleep. The evening had been unusually hot for Northern England and my mind was buzzing. What the fuck had I done? I'd hypnotised three people; Celine, Emma and Kevin, my sister's temporary fuck buddy. OK, Celine had asked me but doubted my skills, virgin Emma had shyly asked if I'd give her what turned out to be her first orgasm and Kevin ... was I turning into a gay guy? I'd given him a boner that almost became a hands-free cum - the hypno equivalent of a wet dream.
I was betraying mom, who was the main reason why I'd sought extra tuition to hone this new skill. Eventually I must have fallen to sleep because the next thing I knew was Celine laying next to me. She too was naked, asleep, turned towards me, her breasts lightly pressing against me. Mom was forgotten again, the mixed scents of Celine and the feel of her breasts made me hard again.
She stirred, then realising I was awake she kissed me.
"I couldn't sleep in my room knowing you were here on Daddy's bed," she said, in a whisper. "Thank you so much for doing the BBQ, and for the Tequila, and for making me cum. I'm still so damned horny I laid in bed just wanting to touch you, be laid naked next you."
I could feel her warmth, her softness, her hair gently tickling my arm. She kissed me again, even the taste of her pale lip gloss arousing me more. The almost imperceptible smell of her sweat from the warmth of the evening and the earlier frantic sex was pheromone charged. It mingled in with the remnants of some subtle but powerful perfume dabbed early in the day behind her ear, in the depths of her cleavage and her wrist pulse points. The result was a smell of pure undiluted young woman.
"Shhh! Don't move. I want to taste you." Celine kissed my lips, my chest, licked my nipples, ran her tongue down my belly to my pubic hair, sucked my balls then took my stonking steel hard erection between her lips. What she would taste now would be her own juices, dried out from our earlier coupling. Her mouth softly closed around my cannon, coaxing it all so gently towards unloading my cum within the warm wetness of her mouth. She stopped.
"I want to ride you," she murmured, "Stay completely still. I want to fuck you very slowly. You deserve a reward. Don't move."
Celine straddled me, expertly swallowing my length within her love cave. She moved so slowly up and down that I hardly noticed. My love rod did. Celine was no virgin, but her cunt muscles gripped tight. So slow, so divine. Surrounding street lamps gave a dull glow through the curtains into the bedroom. With eyes well accustomed to the dark I could easily see Celine's ample breasts slowly rise and fall. I could hear guttural sounds from her throat. She was in no mood to rush, taking her own pleasure in pleasing me.
"Try not to cum as long as you're able," Celine whispered. Some ask! Her rhythm slowly increased, faster and faster until I could hold no more. My cum shot upwards into her warm wet cavern. Undeterred she continued to milk me until I lost my hardness.
"Now hypnofuck me. I want to cum hard."
I did as she asked, taking merely a few clicks and some chosen words before she shivered pleasurably from head to toe.
We fell asleep, atop the open sleeping bag on Mummy and Daddy's bed, spooned together. Had Celine been naked on Daddy's bed before? I intended to find out.
It was 10.16 am when I next looked at my watch. I was alone. Celine was downstairs, munching on toast and drinking black coffee from the machine in the kitchen.
"Thanks again for your help last night," she said, though more to break the silence.
"And thank you for that memorable fuck on Daddy's bed."
We'd finished the jug of coffee and Celine prepared another as she heard the other guests on their way down. Sis had a smile on her face, unusual before noon. Her partner had an even bigger smile.
Together we all helped shift the littered cans and bottles, leftover food and put the BBQ etc away. Just as sis and I were ready to go home, Celine's phone rang. It was Emma, wanting my phone number. We spoke briefly. I texted her with my number and I said I'd ring her later when we could talk in private.
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The hug I got from mom made me wonder if Angie and I had been away for a week, not overnight. Being Saturday she wanted to go down town again so she could have my opinion (again!) of what clothes she looked best in. I wished I had been away a week. Angie was already on the phone with Kevin and suddenly I felt free of her, at least.
Mom was on her third choice of dress when her zipper got stuck. Just what the other female customers thought of a youth struggling to get an older lady's zipper loose, I don't know. Is it normal for teenage girls in other cubicles to not close the curtain fully, or was it just another lucky day for me? I didn't care what the answer was, but I didn't rush mom into finally choosing what she wanted to wear.
At the very moment I had my mouth full of toasted teacake in the store's cafe, Emma rang again, annoyed because I'd forgotten to phone her. She wanted to meet up. I suggested Sunday afternoon in the local park.
"Who was that?" mom asked, as if she had a divine right to know.
"It's a girl from last night's party," I answered, "She heard me talking about by the hypnosis lectures." She's very shy and I had a short session with her, trying to help."
Mom put her hand on mine. "You're going to be really helpful when you qualify. I'm proud of you." I made a mental note to use the 'helpful' excuse more often. Small tits, dowdy clothes and slightly overweight didn't matter. My cock told me I was going to have some real sexy fun with Emma.
"I'm going to meet her in the park tomorrow," I didn't want to lie to mom. On the other hand, mom wasn't going to be told the full truth either.
Back home mom was hugging me again.
"You know," she said, "I'm really proud that you're going to be the perfect son, good to me, thorough in your studies and set to pursue a career helping others."
If only she knew.