The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Watching him leave that day had left me physically aching. I’d been fine when I woke up, better than fine. Like I’d had a really good dream.

But when I’d run into that boy in the kitchen, I felt something that I don’t think I’d felt for a very, very long time. Butterflies in my stomach, and warmth down even lower. I hadn’t been a foolish young girl in quite a while, but I recognized these feelings. I tried to tamp them down, but before he’d left, I’d flirted like I was a teenager. And even when he’d obviously not been into me, I couldn’t seem to stop. I don’t know why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. And it was fun!

He was cute when he blushed though. Whooosh. My whole chest felt hot as I him blushing as he stumbled out the door. And trying to hide that amazing erection! I wish I could see it again! That ache deep in my … stomach. Definitely the right choice to loosen those buttons.

What am I talking about? I have more important things to think about than … that boy. Like my only daughter’s future career! More and more I was getting the impression that she wasn’t focused on her work like she used to be. She’d dated before, but it was always shy nerds who honestly just didn’t seem like they were anything to think about. I couldn’t really understand why Amber would date them, but at least they weren’t a problem. I once asked her why she was wasting her time with these boys and she said something like “They worship me, they’ll do anything I say, and when I get tired of them I send them away and they will just go”. I didn’t think it was a particularly healthy attitude, but kids are going to be kids, and this particular rebellion was one that I could handle.

But this one. This one seemed different. He clearly was impacting her work. I could tell by her attitude whenever she got back from a meeting with her professor that she was getting uncomfortable. She was anxious every Friday when she had to submit her status report. But she continued spending time with this boy. At first, I being really upset that he was always coming by, but in the end, I realized that I didn’t really mind if he came over, or even stayed over. Honestly Amber seemed to need the stress relief. I’d prefer that if she needed to … deal with that, that she would deal with it herself, but I know that sometimes it’s hard to say no to the real thing. Especially him. For some reason, I really could see something special in him. I don’t know if it’s what Amber saw, but I assume so.

But that’s not important. It’s not. He’s not importa… He’s…. sigh. He is I guess attractive. But I’m being silly. He is impacting her important life chances. Someone that she’s enjoying now, but will be gone in a few months, a year at the most? It’s obvious that she needs him out of her life. That’s the problem to solve

A:

come over?

D:

Aren’t you at U?

A:

🥵😈

A:

👉👈

D:

You sure? I don’t want to mess up your work… 😟

A:

👋🍑

A:

😳

D:

omw

He’s too ive to make the move I wan—that I need him to make, so I have to make it for him.

D:

here

A:

come in, but head up quietly.

D:

kk

D:

? Where you at

A:

get undressed. Lie down on bed. No noise, Mom’s home.

D:

k

A:

Lie face down. You’ll like it. Promise. 😽

D:

k. Waiting.

I’ll it, he didn’t seem… quite as attractive when he was face down on the bed. But I had a plan, and I’m not one to change plans over trifles.

I crept in quietly, and put one hand in the middle of his back. He raised up his head, but I used that to slip simple silk-tie blindfold over his head and tightened it down.

He said something, but I ignored it. I drew my nails gently across his back, and he took a sharp breath, and when he exhaled his head relaxed back onto the bed. I spent a few minutes sliding my nails across his back, around his butt, and down his legs, his arms. He gave little shivered breaths, but stayed lying down. Then I rubbed some coconut oil into my hands and started rubbing his back. Slowly down, avoiding the butt through to the legs then back up. Again. Again. And each time, when I would go down, I’d touch his butt just a bit more. And each time I went back up, I’d go a little further up his thigh. Each time he’d give a little hiss as I got ever closer to his balls and perineum.

Then I stopped, and took my robe off. Standing naked next to this boy, and making him shiver with pleasure was delicious. I massaged his arm, and after a moment, I tucked his hand between my thighs and rubbed his ed arm. At first he tried to explore, but his hand was really trapped between my thighs, and he couldn’t move his hand higher. When I was done, I held him firmly and returned his arm to his side and did the same thing again on the other side.

Listening to his breathing was amazing. Each time I wound him up, and then when he was all excited, I would return to a massage. And slowly his breathing would normalize. Then I would start winding him up again, and his breathing would catch, he’d pant, and sometimes even quietly moan. And then again, I would slow down and his breath would return back to normal.

But it was when I climbed up and started running my body over his while I scratched and kneaded him that he couldn’t hold in his moans. His feet would wiggle and his back would arch when I dragged my breasts across his back, or pressed my crotch into his thigh.

And when I started kissing his back, he groaned and his hands reached around trying to find something to touch. In his position he couldn’t do much, but his reaching fingers found my arms and shoulders, but I moved further down, kissing towards his butt. It was a pretty cute butt, I guess, but my goal. It wasn’t to seduce this boy because he was cute. I certainly wasn’t to spend anytime worshiping that gorgeous cock of his. I would never trick him into coming here just so I could blindfold him and suck his cock, press it against my cheeks, my boobs, or to slide it between the silky folds… I’m getting off track. The point is that as I worked my way down his body, he was getting more and more excited. But it wasn’t until I stuck my face between his spread legs and licked his balls that he started swearing quietly. Not very imaginative, which doesn’t surprise me. “oh fuck”, “Oh God”, and the like. And when I licked up his perineum and landed my tongue right on his anus, he jerked and combined them in the most obvious way: “oh my fucking god”.

I climbed back up him, sliding my body along his the whole way until my head was right by him and I pushed his legs together with my feet, and pulled his arms down to his side, and rolled him over. He retried to reach for his blindfold, but my knees were trapping his arms by his sides, and when he started to protest I just made a ‘shsh” noise and he was quiet. I glanced back and almost couldn’t move. It really was the most beautiful cock. I pushed my body back until it was right between my legs. Then I slid it back and forth against my sex. It was at this point that the little dummy finally realized something might be wrong.

“April? Is that … hair?” He asked as I continued to rock back and forth on his cock. I made that shushing noise again and he was momentarily quiet. But I’d moved myself so far back that his hands were free, and he used them to push himself almost into a curled up sitting position. This put his face at just the right level to shut him up by stuffing my breast into his mouth. He tried to protest but held his head against it until I felt him start to suck and nibble on it.

The constant rubbing against his cock had coated it liberally in my juices, so it was with great pleasure that I slid and maneuvered the head of his cock right up against my entrance. He was almost inside me, when he suddenly pulled away and grabbed his blindfold off.

“Uh… What the fuck!?” He said dully, his eyes darting around, straying a little too long on the breast he’d just been sucking. But I wasn’t going to wait around for him to stop me, I pushed him back, and in one smooth stroke pushed him deep inside me.

“OOOOOOooh” I gasped, feeling that gorgeous penis filling me inside. But I was almost drown out by his exclamation of pleasure.

“You like that, little boy? You like how it feels inside a woman?” And I squeezed him hard with my internal muscles. His eyes bulged at the unexpected tightness, and I rocked up and down quickly to make the most of it. I can’t squeeze for long, but it always comes as a surprise when I demonstrate it. It’s not a hard skill, I don’t know why women don’t learn some conscious control over these muscles. But I digress.

“But…ungh. Oh, Mrs… Um. Oh. Fuck. Mrs… Ambers’s Mom! You. Oh. You need oh fuck.”

Somehow I knew what to do, and I again, pulled his head up so that he could take my breast back in his mouth.

“Shhh darling boy. Just suck on this.” I took a few quick breaths. “while I show you what a woman can do”. I’m not panting, it’s just that it’s a little tiring. That’s all. It’s not the feeling of that wonderful wonderful penis.

Before too long, he was sucking my breast like a baby while I rode him like the experienced woman that I am. And I won’t lie, it did feel good. I may even have made some vocalizations to that effect. It never hurts to let your lover know that you’re enjoying yourself, and to help direct their tongue and teeth to the right place.

But like I expected, while his cock was amazing, and it felt incredible, the boy was as ive as his low-ambition stoner-boy personality suggested. He just lay there while I did the work. But I’m used to this, and I’m perfectly capable to bringing us both to our conclusion myself. Honestly, I could feel my own warm rising in that particular itching way that means that I’m on the path.

“Here, put them here” I lifted his hands to my ass while I rode him, gradually upping the pace. His hands felt good, I guess, and after a bit, he did help me out by lifting and pulling slightly. I’ll give him that, but it wasn’t strictly necessary, I have very strong legs.

He was moaning into my breast, and I could tell he was getting close. I angled my own hips to put a little more rubbing where it would do me the most good.

“ooooh” I uttered a low breath. It really was an amazing feeling. Besides, men (and this boy in particular) like it when their partner is aroused. I reached down and ran my thumbs back and forth over his nipples, and I could feel his erection get even bigger, and he pushed up harder and harder into me, and his mouth became even more frantic on my breast.

“I want you to come for me. Can you feel how turned on I am. I’m pretty close to coming too. I want you to come with me, just as I come. Can you do that? It’s not hard, just don’t change anything and I’m almost there.” He grunted and kept sucking and being fucked at the same steady rhythm.

It took a minute, but I could feel my arousal swell. “Dear, I’m almost there. Are you ready to come with me?” I asked him in a whisper into his ear? He stiffened and again grunted.

“Ok, don’t stop sucking on my nipple, you’re doing a great job. Oh. I’m so close. I’m going to count to 10, and I’m going to come on 10, and I want you to come with me, ok?” His eyes stared up into mine, and again he grunted affirmative. Good boy.

“That’s it. Just let it happen. One. Oh yeah. Two.” My thumbs moved a little more roughly on his nipples, and I saw his eyes half-close in delight.

“Three.” he was pumping more frantically now. My own warmth was almost ready as well, but I bet that he couldn’t have stopped now even if I jumped completely off.

I drew my own ragged breath as I continued my internal massage against him. “Four. Hnh. Five. I’m very close. Do you feel how my sex clutches at you? Six. That—uhh—that means that I’m very close. Seven. Keep sucking. Uhh, right. Use your tongue too. Eight.” My own tension was at a peak.

“Nine. I know you are ready. Come inside me boy. Ten. Cum with me boy” I stroked myself up and down at a furious pace, but with the arrival of my own orgasm, I lost the control to keep lifting and falling at an even pace, and almost lay down on him while my hips spasmed back and forth. I shouting something into his ear

There. No teenage romance can survive infidelity with the girl’s mom.