The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Once again, I am so fucked. And it’s not even my fault. I was totally tricked into fucking Amber’s Mom. I mean, she … she sexually assaulted me! This is practically rape, right?

I know that I’m going to lose Amber over this one. I mean, I was pretty shocked that she was willing to fuck with my mom like that, and forgive me for having sex with my mom, but I mean, this has to be a line that you don’t cross right? What girlfriend is going to be OK with me cheating on her with her own mother?

So I was stewing at home with my door closed and a ‘do not disturb’ sign I’d stolen from a hotel when I was 12. But unlike when I was 12 I wasn’t using it to hide while I played with myself. I was aimlessly watching twitch playthroughs of games I was never going to watch, while I thought about what a jerk I was. And this is going to seem really stupid, but it was only after a couple of hours of thinking over and over again about how I was going to lose Amber that I realized two things.

1. I really like her. Like, I’ve had girlfriends before, but I lose interest in them pretty quickly. Amber keeps me interested. She is obviously much smarter than I am, and she’s super hot, but more than that, her brain is super active coming up with more and newer ways to be perverted, and I fucking love it. I don’t want to have lost her.
2. I suddenly realized that I’ve been cheating on her. That—that makes me seem like an idiot. Like, I’m dating her, but I’m also having sex with my mom, my aunt, and now her mom. But somehow I didn’t think of this as cheating. It was just this thing that kept happening to me. Like I was a enger. But I wasn’t. I was dating a girl, and while we’d never talked about it, I assume that we were meant to be, you know, exclusive.

Look, it’s hard to be young and dumb, and insatiably horny. But I don’t want to keep being an immoral asshole, you know? So I did the only thing I could think of when Amber (or maybe still her mom?) texted me. I ignored it. Like, literally left it face down on the bedside table buzzing. Like an asshole.

And when my mom knocked on my door to ask if I wanted dinner, I just shouted something shitty about the do not disturb sign. Because that’s how you stop being an asshole, right? If this were a movie, I would have a bottle of whisky in my room, and I’d drink myself unconscious. But since it isn’t, and I don’t, I just sat watching my stupid videos.

To be honest, I still was feeling awkward too about the whole ass-touching thing. I hadn’t tried to touch my mom since then (was that 2 days ago? I’ve lost track of time now). So I sat and continued watching videos and sulked

I think it was like 2 in the morning when I decided I needed to go for a run. I put on my tights, slipped my phone in it’s pouch, and took off down the road. I don’t know that I had a plan, but at some point, maybe 30 minutes in, I realized that I wasn’t that far from my aunt’s house. I don’t know why I decided to swing by. I wanted to text her, but like every sensible person, she certainly had her notifications off at night, and I don’t know that I wanted her to see any message of mine in the cold light of morning.

So I was pretty surprised to get a text from here asking why I was outside her house. Shit. Location sharing. We get along so well, it never occurred to me that I should turn that shit off. And now I’m busted.

me:

Was just out for a run, and stopped to … well, to see if anyone was awake. I guess I got my answer! 😂

Peggy:

Yesterday wasn’t enough? You looking for more?

me:

what no! I mean, that’s not why I was nearby

Peggy:

So, you’re saying you don’t want this? 💋🍆

me:

😳I mean… But isn’t Jerry home?

And then nothing. But after a minute the side door opened, and she slipped out wearing just a thin bathrobe and slippers. And have I mentioned how hot she is? She looked like sex incarnate, with ‘just out of bed’ hair, and bathrobe that gaped out at the front from her ample cleavage. I just gaped, with my jaw open.

She smirked, and motioned me over with a tilt of the head. I moved forward like she’d pulled a rope attached to my heart. When I got close enough, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in to kiss her, right there. It was hardly ‘out in the open’, but it sure as fuck wasn’t private! But I wasn’t going to say no, you know? And shit, she tasted so good.

She broke the kiss, and put her lips to my ear and whispered “You want to see how wet your slut is?”

I shuddered slightly at the words in my ear, but it was her taking my fingers and pulling them between the folds of the robe, and then slid them up and down her spread legs that really got me going. And shit, she was wet. She gasped as she rubbed my fingers against her, then after a few es, she lifted her leg and wrapped it around me, and pushed my finger inside her. “mmmpphf. See?” She grunted into my ear.

I would have loved to just let her run this show, but she’d all but begged me to play a different role. Sigh. Such a hard life I lead. I pulled my hand back, ignoring her slight whine, and ran my hands up her robe, separating it all the way up until her tits were exposed. I grabbed both nipples at their base and held them without pinching hard.

“Is this how a good slut greets her man?” I asked quietly, trying to put an edge to my voice.

She looked at me questioning, obviously thinking that she’d been doing a fine job of being slut so far, hadn’t she? I answered the look by pinching slightly as I pulled her down by the nipples. She stooped a little before realizing, and then slid down to her knees.

I stared at her, still holding her tits by the nips, and waited. When she reached for my shorts and pulled them down I let go of her and whispered “good slut”. She blushed and took my cock in her mouth. I whispered sweet nothings while looking down at her. Her heavy tits swung gently as she sucked lovingly back and forth on me. I told her how pretty she looked with a cock in her mouth; how hot she looked with her tits hanging out of her robe; and how turned on she must get being naked in public like this. God what a slut she was. My slut.

She was grunting harder as she fed my cock into her mouth more and more vigorously. She had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, teasing my balls with her pinkie, and the other hand was between her legs. Of course. My slut couldn’t help herself, and I told her as much.

“My little slut just can’t help herself can she? She gets so turned on being out here, naked, sucking my cock. Of course you need to get off while doing that. I can see how turned on you are. Ugh shit ohhh yeah. That’s it. I’m getting pretty close. You must be close too. Hot little slut that you are. hmm yeah loves sucking my cock. oh oh yes” Just saying stuff like that. I knew she loved it. I knew she liked the idea of being “my slut” but I wasn’t 100% sure what else was on the table. So I just played around in that space. You know, she liked sucking my cock, she got turned on being a slut for me, things like that.

She seemed pretty in tune with how I was feeling though, because as I felt my own orgasm get closer, I could see her arm speed up as well (I couldn’t see her hand, her head and tits were blocking the view, but it was pretty obvious what was happening). I wanted to hold back, wanting her to finish with me, but she was really good at sucking cock, so come what may (hah!) my own nut was fast approaching. Damn. She was so lovely looking, her hair up, her tits out, and my cock slipping back and forth between her hollowed-in cheeks. God damn indeed. Fuck. Nothing to do but go with it.

“Oh fuck Peggy, that feels so good I’m not going to last much longer. Oh fuck. You’re just too good at that, and you look too hot sucking me off. I’m getting pretty close. hhnng shit. I—oh—I want you show me what a slut you are for me—fuck oh oh—yeah. Keep going. Don’t stop, just like that. I want—fuck—I want you to—uuunnh—to cum with me. Yeah yeah yeah, Shit, it’s happening. Fuck. Come with me slut. Come for me while I cum in your mouth. Shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck yes UNNGHH take it slut. Take it, MY slut! Fuck! UUUNGGGHHH”

She gobbled greedily on it, her tits flopping back and forth wildly now, her arm moving frantically, then her whole body stiffened against me as I came in her throat. Goddamn. I knew she was a good slut. After my own orgasm settled, I whispered down to her how good my little slut was, and what a good job she’d done taking my cum. She looked up at me, my cock still stuffed all the way in her mouth, and her eyes were glowing with appreciation and adoration. It’s a wonderful feeling that I could get used to. I suspected late night cock sucking episodes were going to be a staple in my life.

Peggy

“Are you ok?” he said groggily, not lifting his head.

“Everything is fine dear. Go back to sleep” I answered, patting him on the head as I slid back into bed. He resumed heavy breathing almost immediately, and was snoring in less than a minute.

Thinking about what I’d just done, what risk I’d just taken, and how I would’ve been found out if he’d wanted a kiss (or heaven forbid, woken up randy). I felt ashamed. But also really, really hot. I didn’t go again, but I lost most of an hour idly playing with myself. Every few minutes I would kind of drift off and stop touching my clit, but then my sore knees would remind me of what I’d done, and I would wake up just enough to keep going. Eventually sleep took me.