The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Janet smugly smiled as she noticed the men noticing her mother and herself as they enjoyed an afternoon lunch at one of the many outdoor cafes.

The afternoon had started with the two of them visiting Janet’s favorite lingerie store.

Janet had asked one of the employees to add the spray form of the mixture into the air vent above the dressing room her mother was using; knowing that they already sprayed perfume through the

vents to mask the smell of womanly arousal.

Janet had creamed herself when she saw her mother in pink garter belt and stockings, pink heels, pink bra and choker.

Then, it was a visit to the shoe store, where Janet’s mother learned how to walk in high heels.

Then, a trip to the salon, where Helen received a blonde/pink hair style, puffy in the 80s style.

Now the two of them were having a late lunch.

Helen was wearing a pink latex crop top with matching pink min-skirt, with pink hose and heels.

She was also a little giddy from her third Cosmopolitan, and her nipples were visible under the sexy fabric.

“You look great, Mom,” Janet said, for it was true.

“Thank you Janet. I feel great,” her mother responded.

Then, after a moment, she said “I am having fun. We have not done this in a long time. I like looking pretty and having big boobs and getting to wear sexy outfits. I feel 20 years younger.”

Janet blinked. She had not considered this, since her erotic intentions for her mother were not in Helen’s best interests.

Now Janet realized that she too, was having a good time.

She liked the looks that the two of them were getting, and Janet had not seen her mother so relaxed or happy in years.

It was getting towards the afternoon. How far could she take this?

“Hey Mom, how about this. We can explore a fetish store, then have dinner at my job. You can see where I work,” Janet said, just a little cautiously.

Helen beamed. “Sure honey, that sounds like fun,” she responded.

“Now, tonight they are going to have a live performance. Kind of a feminist performance art night,” Janet added; hoping this hasty explanation would suffice to explain the strippers.

Helen shrugged, and finished her drink. “Do they have an open bar?” she giggled.

Janet could not believe that everything was going to plan.

Helen had loved the fetish boutique, and had purchased nipple clamps and some sexy costumes.

The open food and liquor bars at Club W kept her mother fed, horny, and distracted.

Now, it was closer to 8pm, and the dancers were changing shifts.

“What happens now?” Helen asked, slurring her words as she sipped her strong drink.

“It’s show time, Mother,” Janet responded.

Helen looked quizzical, then, the music started.

Janet’s co-worker and friend Sunny was on stage now, her hair blonde and puffy, her skin a dark tan, pink lingerie and heels.

Helen stared, mesmerized as the beautiful blonde bimbo archetype erotically danced.

Janet’s pussy was dripping onto the soft velvet cushion as she watched her mother become sensually spellbound by the sexy scene.

Sunny made a lot of eye with Helen, cupping her tits, licking her lips, making eye .

When the song ended, Sunny walked offstage, then over to Janet and Helen.

“Did you like what you see, Helen?” she cooed.

“Um, yes,” Helen said, staring at Sunny’s huge 34DD breasts.

“How about a private show, Mom,” Janet sexually suggested.

Before Helen could respond, Sunny had taken her hand, and was now leading her to one of the back rooms.

Janet followed, eager to see what would happen.

Peering through the gap in the purple curtain, she could see her mother sitting on the large black leather chair, Sunny on top of her.

Janet’s hand was in her pussy now, watching her large breasted co-worker pushing her perfumed breasts into her mesmerized mother’s face.

Now Sunny had flipped up her mother’s skirt, and was licking her pussy.

Janet was filming it with her phone (Tompkinsville Telephone being on the only trustworthy phone company in town) and masturbating with the other.

Now Sunny was straddling Helen, grinding her pussy against Janet’s mother’s.

Helen came with a shout, her head lolling back, mouth open, lost in sub space.

Sunny turned some dials on the sides of the chair.

Moments later, the bimbo files Janet requested were playing through the speakers built into the private show room chairs.

Janet handed Sunny a fat roll of $100 bills. “Nice work, Alicia,” she said, calling Sunny by her birth name.

“You’re welcome,” Alicia dryly replied, placing the money between her breasts. “You know I hate the bimbo thing, don’t you?” she asked.

“That’s why I paid you so much,” Janet retorted. “Let her sleep and soak it in, then she and I will go home in the shuttle.”

“Daughter knows best,” Alicia said. “See you.”

Helen was mumbling the lyrics to “Stripper” as Janet half carried her to Helen’s bedroom.

Janet had left her mother in the room with the subliminal files playing for several hours, and only brought her mother home around midnight.

Stripping her mother naked, Janet put her to bed, then, quickly went to her bedroom.

Her mother was already asleep when Janet returned, her breathing deep.

Janet placed a visor over Helen’s sleeping face, the ear pads holding it in place.

Pressing the button, Helen’s sleeping eyes drank in the swirling pink spiral, the words of bimbo milf commands silently flashing, the steady hum in her ears bringing her deeper into sleep and suggestion.

Janet masturbated by the open door until she climaxed, and collapsed to the floor.

The next morning, Janet prepared for school as she usually did, noticing that her mother had not risen early as she usually did.

Knocking on Helen’s door, Janet asked “Mom, are you okay? It’s almost 8am.”

After a moment, her mother said in a dull, low voice, “ I am not feeling well. I called in sick to work. Have a good day, sweetie.”

Janet opened the door to see her mother naked on her bed, her make up smeared, sheets wet with sweat and lady lust.

“You look really tired, Mother. Why don’t you sleep?” Janet said.

“Good..idea,” her mother murmured.

Janet masturbated on the bus ride to school....

Arriving home around 4ish, Janet was surprised to see that her mother was not home.

She tried texting her, but there was no response.

“I guess she was feeling better,” she thought to herself.

Janet finished her homework, and had dinner.

Now it was almost 7pm, and still no word from her mother.

Janet was starting to worry, so she called her mother’s job.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Wu, but your mother no longer works here. She resigned this afternoon,” the receptionist said.

“What? Why? Let me speak to her supervisor, please,” Janet said, not believing what she was hearing.

A few moments later, a panting voice came on the line. “Look I had nothing to do with it your mother said she wanted to quit and please do not tell anyone about it thank you goodbye.”

The line went dead, and Janet stared at her phone.

Calling her mother now, she still received no response.

Janet considered calling the police, but it had not been 24 hours yet.

Retreating to her room, Janet had no choice but to wait.

Janet was in her bed clothes now, just underwear and an oversized white tee shirt.

It was dark now and she was really worried.

Around 9pm, Janet heard her mother walking in the door, singing “ Well I’m a stripper, unzip your zipper!” in a bubbly voice.

Helen had knocked on Janet’s door and let herself in before Janet could even respond.

Janet did a double take. Her mother was wearing a long beige trench coat, and hefting a large leather

bag on her right shoulder. “Hey sweetie, sorry I’m late. I had like, the awesomest day!” Helen chirped.

Janet stared. “Mom, where have you been? And what happened today? They told me at your job that you resigned!” Janet said, starting to realize the consequences of blowback.

Helen nodded eagerly. “Yup! Thinking hurts. Anyway, the boss wanted me to sign, like, resignation papers and stuff, but I just told him to give me whatever money he had on him and I would fuck him.”

Janet gasped. “You did what?”

“ I fucked him,” Helen repeated, slinging down the bag and dumping the contents onto the floor.

Janet gasped again, picking up two large stacks of $100 bills. “Mom, what the fuck? How much money is here?” she exclaimed.

Helen shrugged. “About $400,000, he said. It was all that was in the office safe.”

Helen then looked quizzically at her daughter. “What’s “embezzlement?” He asked me not to tell.”

Janet’s head was reeling. Had the experiment been too successful? Was her mother now a Bimbasian permanently?

“Don’t worry about like, mortgages and stuff,” Helen said. “There’s like, oodles of money there, and I already have a new job.”

“Where? Doing what?” Janet protested, still not believing what was she was hearing and seeing.

“ I got a job at Club W! We can like, work together now. They told me I would be a perfect dancer,” Helen said, her eyes glittering with excitement. “ Look, I even bought a new outfit from the lingerie store,” she said, removing her trench coat to reveal pink vinyl and chain lingerie, complete with sexy black stockings.

“A..stripper, at Club W,” Janet repeated.

Then her nose wrinkled at little. “Mom, what is that perfume you are wearing?” she asked.

Helen stepped closer to her daughter, who instinctively started backpedaling towards her bed.

“Your friend Sunny said I could borrow this from your changing station. She says you wear it to attract female customers,” Helen said, walking towards her daughter with intention now.

Janet shook her head. Helen was wearing what Janet called her ‘straight girl special,’ a heady mix of vanilla, jasmine, and one of the more effective mind control scents developed by one of the shadier chemical companies in town.

She used it to seduce the women customers who came to Club W.

Now, smelling it on her mother’s magnificent breasts was making her dizzy and confused and a little aroused, and Janet was already backed up to the bed; it behind her and her mother now in front of her.

Helen grabbed her daughter by the back of her head and forced her daughter’s face down into her mother’s sexy cleavage. “Inhale,” she said.

Janet tried holding her breath, but she was losing her composure.

“Sniff,” her mother repeated. “Sunny said you said it makes girls want to play with girls.”

“Mmmff,” was all Janet could say.

Releasing her daughter’s head, Helen looked her in the eyes. “We’ll have, like, all sorts of fun working together. You can be a Bimbasian, too, like your mom,” Helen said, her voice lower now, her hands firm on her daughter’s shoulders.

“A..Bimbasian?” Janet said, not sure where this conversation was going.

“Uh-huh,” her mother said. “No thoughts, no responsibilities. Just looking pretty and having big boobs and wearing make up and lingerie and heels and stripping and playing with girls. You could like, quit school. Thinking hurts, anyway.”

“Quit, school?” Janet whimpered, her mother very close now, her perfume everywhere.

“Sunny said you liked girls. We’re girls. Let’s like, like each other,” Helen said, suddenly drawing her daughter close to her, kissing her deep in the mouth.

“Mmmff!” Janet said, caught sexually by surprise.

Her mother deftly pulled up Janet’s shirt, her daughter unconsciously raising her arms before she realized it.

Helen then pulled the shirt over her daughter’s head, twisting the shirt under her daughter’s wrists, then tying it, pushing her daughter down onto the bed.

“Mom, please, stop!” Janet protested, but her mother was stronger than she, and Janet’s senses were spinning as her mother’s larger breasts were overwhelming her own bosom; so close that the sexy scent was now too strong to ignore or resist.

Helen held her daughter’s bound wrists with on hand while she explored her daughter’s wet pussy with the other.

Janet had no idea that her mother was such an obscene kisser, but her mouth, lips and tongue were everywhere.

When her mother licked Janet’s throat, she moaned aloud. “Mom, please....sssssstop,” she murmured, not sure whether she meant it.

Helen fingered her daughter’s clit with her thumb as her other fingers found Janet’s G-spot.

“Ahhhh!” Janet cried.

Helen took this moment to remove the large “Le Belle Dame Sans Merci” painting from the hook over the headboard, hooking her daughter’s shirt to the hook instead.

Kissing her way down to her daughter’s exposed breasts, she lovingly rolled her daughter’s rock hard nipples around her mouth.

Janet’s pussy was dripping as her mother kissed, nibbled, licked, bit, and sucked her way down Janet’s taut stripper stomach until her knowing mouth met Janet’s wet, shaven pussy.

“Nooooooo,” Janet sighed, finally succumbing.

“Sunny said you like it when your pussy is licked like this,” Helen said, sucking her daughter’s clit between her lips.

“Uh! Uh! UH!” Janet came in her mother’s mouth, eyes rolling up into her head.

Helen took note of her dazed daughter’s sexual state, putting a finger to her teeth. “Hmm,” she thought.

Releasing her daughter’s arms, Helen reached into the night-table and removed the headset, putting it on her daughter.

Briefly regaining her composure, Janet said “No, Mom, not that!”

Pressing the ON button, Helen smiled as her daughter stopped moving in mid-reach, her body and face slowly relaxing as she sank back into the soft cushions.

Janet’s jill hand was soon exploring her wet pussy. “I want to be a bimbo,” she said, in a mesmerized monotone.

Smiling with approval, Helen blew her daughter a kiss. “Night sweetie,” she said.

Walking to her own bedroom, Helen smiled. Things were going to be like, sooooo much hotter now,” she said aloud.

Shimmying her way to the bed, she said “I wanna be bad!” in a sing song voice, before her own masturbation hand found her wet, bimbasian pussy.