The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Janet was up with the birds Saturday morning, knowing that her mother always strove to be up before them both.

She was disappointed to see her mother in the kitchen, apparently none the erotic worse for wear.

“Do you work today?” Helen asked Janet, it never being her custom to say good morning first.

“Morning Mom. Yes, tonight. I am going in early so I should be home around 11ish,” Janet replied.

Helen nodded, and Janet sighed.

“Maybe the results are only temporary in humans,” she thought.

The usual Saturday routine was that Janet would do the chores, then her homework, while Helen worked from her home office all day.

Janet knew that Helen would wait up for her as she did every Saturday night, so she had something special planned.

It was a warm, late Saturday night, and Janet hummed happily to herself as the Club W shuttle bus dropped her off in front of Helen’s house.

Giggling to herself, she took a moment to get into character, then threw open the door, slamming it hard behind her.

“Mom! Mom!” she cried exaggeratedly.

Her mother flew in from the kitchen, her usual aloof demeanor fading under the influence of motherly instinct. “Janet, what is wrong?” she said, as her daughter hugged her hard.

“Oh Mom, I had the most disgusting experience tonight,” she sniffed. “Please, would you make some hot chocolate for me, like you used to? Just give me a moment to change into my bed clothes and I will reveal myself to you.”

“Yes of course, sweetie,” Helen said, rushing to the kitchen.

Janet nodded, then went to her room, removing the uniform blazer that she wore as a work decoy for her mother.

Stripping off her stripper clothing, she removed her make up, put on a robe, slippers, and plain underwear, then she took a glossy magazine from her pocketbook, slipping it into one large pocket of her bathrobe, and putting the test tube of serum in the other.

The hot chocolate was ready by the time she had returned.

Helen had already poured two cups. “Here, Janet. I made it just as you always liked it when you were a child. First, I poured the mix in the cup, then mixed in hot milk, then poured in the hot water on an angle so that it would leave a foamy top,” she said, sitting across the kitchen table from her daughter.

“There’s that noise again, Mom,” Janet said, gesturing towards the refrigerator, then deftly dumping what she hoped was about two tablespoons of the serum into her mother’s cup while her head was turned, while also moving her chair a little uncharacteristically closer to her mother’s.

“That’s just the ice maker,” Helen replied. “You said something happened at work?”

Janet tipped her cup. “Ganbei,” she said.

Her mother toasted back, taking a large sip of the dosed drink, then again asked her daughter what had happened at work.

“Well, it was a good night at the restaurant. I made a lot of tips,” she began; feeling that since the strip club did serve food, and she did earn a lot of tips, technically she was not lying when she had told her mother that she had found work at an eating establishment.

Taking another sip, Janet then asked “Does it taste okay this time? The water, I mean. Take a sip of your hot chocolate.”

Helen did, and paused.

For a moment, Janet did, too.

“It tastes fine,” Helen said. “Now, what happened?”

Janet took another sip, as she continued to craft her carefully crafted story.

“Anyway, I was waiting by the bus, when all of a sudden, this creepy old man came running up to me, and said “Here, you look like the kind of girl who would be into this,” and then he ran off,” she said, pretending to be upset.

“What did he give you?” Helen asked, leaning forward, genuinely concerned for her daughter.

“This,” Janet said, taking the magazine from her pocket, then setting it down on the table; moving her chair just a little closer to her mother.

Helen’s eyes widened as she stared at the cover. “Best of Bimbo Asian Sluts?” she asked. “What is this?”

“I think it is a porno mag, Mom,” Jane said, opening the magazine to the first page.

Janet felt her clit tingle as she saw her mother staring at the sexy young Asian woman looking back at her.

“Oh my God, Mom, look at her hair! It’s even pinker than mine. Can you imagine what it would be like to have hair like that?” she asked, in a somewhat shocked manner. “And that outfit. Look at how small that bikini is. You can see her pussy lips. Can you imagine wearing something like that, Mom?”

Before Helen could respond, Janet slowly turned to the next page.

Helen’s nose wrinkled as she smelled the perfumed pages. “Who are they?” she asked, her eyes wide, but softer now.

“They’re Bimbo Asians, Mother,” Janet said, nodding towards the next page of photos.

This model was wearing more make up, and her breasts were larger, her lingerie scantier.

“Bimbo, Asians?” her mother responded, taking a larger sip of the drugged hot chocolate, thinking it would help steady herself in light of this new, intriguing concept.

“Yes, Mother. Bimbo Asians,” Janet responded, turning to the next page.

The models were even more erotically exaggerated now in the beguiling bimbo aesthetic, only now the sexy, big titted blonde haired asian bimbos were sucking cock and licking pussy.

The models were getting older now, more Helen’s age.

Janet felt her pussy start to flow when she turned to the next page; a splash page of a sexy bimbo Asian cougar, with a face and figure remarkably similar to her mother’s.

“Bimbo Asians, Mother. A Bimbasian. No thoughts, just pleasure. No thoughts, just clothes and hair and makeup and lingerie and heels and looking pretty.”

Helen blinked, her rock hard nipples poking through the fabric of her robe.

Had Helen not been so erotically enamored of the ionate pics, she might have noticed that her daughter was calling her Mother, which Janet had only done when she was angry at or with her mother.

“Smell the pages, Mother,” Janet instructed, and Helen sniffed, eyes rolling back into her head.

“Smells like pretty pink, Mother. More pink, less think,” Janet said, her voice lower and huskier.

“No thoughts, Mother. No responsibilities when you are a Bimbasian,” Janet said, turning the page.

Helen blinked in a moment of clarity. “No responsibilities?” she asked, genuinely unfamiliar with the concept.

Janet nodded. “Yes, Mother. Look.”

Helen gasped. The model on the next page looked very similar to she, only with bigger boobs, pink hair, see through underwear, and a cock in her mouth.

Helen groaned a little, her face beginning to flush.

“Just imagine being like her, Mother,” Janet said. “No thoughts, no responsibilities. Just looking pretty and sexy and having big boobs and wearing makeup, sexy clothing, and sexy lingerie. A Bimbasian. No thoughts, just pleasure. No thoughts, just pleasure. No thoughts, just pleasure.”

“P..Pleasure,” Helen murmured.

“Pleasure,” Janet repeated.

Helen squirmed in her seat as the two women reached the end of the magazine; Janet closing it while looking at her mother.

“Um, it is rather warm in here, don’t you think?” Helen asked, as Janet caught the vague scent of her mother’s womanly arousal.

Janet shrugged, feigning ignorance. “It feels okay to me, Mother.”

“You look tired, Mother,” Janet continued. “Why don’t you go to bed? You could take that magazine with you should you want to read before bed, as I know you often do.”

Helen’s eyes were glazed now, her lips parted. “Yes, that is a good idea,” she said, quickly rising from the table and taking the magazine as she walked towards her bedroom.

“Leave the door open a little for ventilation, Mother,” Janet called after her.

Grinning wickedly, Janet hummed to herself as she cleaned up the kitchen, then went to her bedroom and retrieved her phone.

Padding softly towards her mother’s bedroom, Janet paused as she heard grunting and moaning coming from her mother’s room.

Peering through the slightly cracked door, Janet put a hand over her mouth as she started filming.

Her mother was on her bed, robe open, tits hanging out, her right hand furiously working between her legs, her other hand turning the pages of the magazine. “No...thoughts...just...pleasure,” she moaned.

Janet moaned, too.

She smiled as she ed the look on the face of her friend in the Art Department when Janet has come to her with photos of her mother and and Asian women themed porn magazine.

Her friend had customized the magazine, even changing the title, and had made the last few pages with images of Janet’s mother.

Janet had added the perfume herself; a mix of the serum in spray form and pink cotton candy.

It had worked. Her mother was masturbating while thinking of what it would be like to be an Bimbasian.

Janet was masturbating as well, thinking of tomorrow.

Sunday mornings were always breakfast, followed by working out together.

It was one of the few mother/daughter activities that Janet actually enjoyed.

She knew that she had a good body, and welcomed the opportunity to maintain it.

Helen had a great body as well, and and a larger bosom, but had forgotten that she was still young and hot.

Again, Helen seemed to show no after effects, and was even a little crankier than usual.

Janet was getting worried. What if the results were only temporary in humans? What then?

Throwing caution to the wind, Janet had dumped the last of the serum into her mother’s water bottle.

She also made a point of changing the music to which they usually listened while weight lifting.

Instead of motivational speech, Janet had compiled a list of sexy stripper songs.

Then, she changed into her workout clothes, but brought a special outfit for her mother.

“Morning Mom, did you forget to do the laundry?” Janet asked.

Helen frowned, for she had. “Yes, I am sorry,” she said.

“Your workout clothes are in the hamper. Why don’t you wear this?” Janet asked, handing her mother a bag.

Helen’s eyes widened as she pulled out a shiny pink latex leotard. “Oh my God, what is this?”

Janet shrugged. “Just something that was on sale the other day. Why don’t you wear it? , more pink, less think,” Janet said.

Helen blinked, as though she were ing something, then she relented. “Very well,” she responded.

Janet almost creamed herself when she saw her mother in the solid pink foil leotard.

She looked incredibly sexy, but the material would trap her body heat, making her thirsty and sweaty.

Janet had nothing to go on, but had a hunch that the serum would work faster were it assimilated faster into her mother’s system.

Helen did not seem to notice, but, as time ed, Janet could see that her mother was more into her workout.

Janet drew inspiration from Helen, and the two women completed an exercise routine of weights and cardio.

Helen was even starting to get into the dance music, and Janet was grateful for being so sweaty; for she was wet, too, and wetter each time her mother took a hefty swig from her water bottle.

When the workout ended, her mother drained the last of the water from her bottle, and laughed. “That was great! I feel so...giddy!” she giggled.

“It was a great workout, Mom. You really pushed me,” Janet said.

“Whew! I’m hot. Let me shower first,” Helen said, bouncing up from the workout bench and humming her way to the bathroom.

Curious, Janet slowly followed behind her.

After a few minutes, Janet heard the sound of the shower, then her mother singing.

“La la la! I wanna be bad, you make bad look so good! I’ve got things on my mind, I never thought I would!”

Janet blinked. Her mother had never sung in the shower.

More curious now, Janet slowly opened the bathroom door a crack, and peeped around it.

She could see her mother’s shadow moving behind the shower curtain, grunting and moaning.

Janet started masturbating too, watching, moving a little closer now so she could see through the gap where the shower curtain met the bathroom wall.

Janet covered her mouth to mute her moans when she heard her mother saying “No thoughts...bimbasian...bimbo doll...no responsibilities.”

Swooning now, she came with a shout just as her mother climaxed, then she swung herself around, slumping down the outside wall.

“That..was..hot,” she thought to herself, crawling before she found the strength to stand and walk.

Janet’s hand was still in her pussy when her body met the bed.

Grabbing one of her vibrators from her night table, she moaned as the Hibachi wand met her wet, engorged clit.

Janet lost track of both time and orgasms, and only a knock on the door brought her back to the waking state.

Opening the door, Janet gasped as she beheld her mother, wearing a pink cut-off tee shirt with a pink bikini top underneath, Daisy Dukes and pink heels.

“Hey sweetie! Let’s go shopping!” Helen bubbled.

Janet blinked, then smiled. “Sure thing, Mother,” she replied.