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 Trance

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My mate Geoff had always fancied my mum, ever since he got interested in the opposite sex. At 17, despite having had several girlfriends his own age, he still fancied her. I knew that, because he kept telling me. Well, my mum was an attractive woman and made the best of her looks, so I couldn’t blame him. It even made me feel proud, in a strange sort of way. When he said that he’d love to have sex with her, I was sure he really meant it, rather than just winding me up.

One day we were messing around at home and were talking about a famous hypnotist who had a TV show at the time.

‘I don’t believe he really hypnotises them,’ Geoff said. ‘The things he gets them to do! They must be acting. You’re not supposed to be able to make people do things against their will.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I’ve tried hypnotising a few people. It works with some of them. My mum is a doddle. I can get her to do anything.’

‘Really?’ his eyes were wide. ‘Like what?’

‘Like, I can say, give me twenty quid to go to the pub, and she does it, just like that. She wouldn’t normally.’

‘You’re not winding me up, are you?’

‘Uhuh. Want me to show you?’

‘Course I do!’

We went downstairs. Mum was in the spare room doing some sewing. Geoff stared at her, as is his wont, especially at her tits and legs.

‘Hi lads,’ she said. ‘You hungry again?’

‘No, not at the moment. Hey, Geoff doesn’t believe that I can hypnotise you.’

‘Oh, he can!’ she smiled. ‘I go under just like that. I’m very susceptible.’

‘What sort of things does he make you do?’ Geoff licked his lips.

‘Oh, nothing bad. I trust him. He always tells me afterwards, we have a good laugh.’

‘Can I see?’

I looked at Mum, who shrugged. ‘OK, if you like.’

I fished out my crystal on a chain and held it in front of her eyes, and said the magic words. Within a few seconds Mum’s eyes had glazed over and she sat motionless.

‘Stand up.’ She did so, like a robot.

‘Turn around. Touch your toes. Stand on one leg.’

Geoff watched open-mouthed as she did all these things. I could tell what he was thinking.

‘Make her do something she wouldn’t want to do.’

‘Such as?’

‘Tell her to lift her skirt up. So we can see her panties.’

I snorted. ‘OK. Mum, lift up your skirt to reveal your panties.’

Without a shadow of hesitation my mother raised the hem of her knee-length linen skirt, pulling it up to her waist. Her slim pale thighs and brief yellow panties were in plain sight, her pubic mound outlined by the tight cotton.

‘Jesus!’ Geoff breathed. ‘That is so sexy!’

‘Will she do what I say too?’ he asked.

‘She will if I tell her to. Mum, from now on you must obey Geoff too. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ she said in a flat voice.

Geoff cleared his throat. ‘Mrs Martin, take your T-shirt off.’

Mum peeled off her T-shirt to reveal her white lace bra enclosing her voluptuous breasts.

‘Take your skirt off too.’

The skirt was unzipped and cast aside. My mother now stood in front of us clad only in underwear and sandals. There was a tremor in Geoff’s voice now.

‘Take your bra off.’

She reached behind her and unclipped the bra and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts with their big brown nipples jutted towards us. Her face was expressionless.

‘Oh Jesus. Look at those. Will she ...? Mrs Martin, take your panties off.’

She peeled the yellow panties off and stepped out of them. Her pubes were revealed in all their glory, the thin triangle of brown hair not concealing her fat pussy lips. Geoff sank to his knees for a better view. I heard him swallow.

He stood up again. ‘Touch your nipples. Make them hard.’

My mother’s hands went to her nipples and caressed them, and very soon her aureoles had puckered and the teats were standing out like erasers. She rolled them softly between her fingertips.

‘Is this OK?’ he whispered to me, adjusting his trousers. I nodded.

‘Mrs Martin - suck my cock.’

My mum knelt slowly in front of my mate, and her hands went to his zip. Carefully she extracted his cock, which was already hard and leaking pre-cum. Without hesitation her luscious lips enclosed its tip and I saw her cheeks hollow. Geoff groaned. She slid her mouth down until the cock must have been poking the back of her throat, then withdrew, leaving it wet with saliva. She fellated him deeply, twisting her head slightly, and before long Geoff grunted loudly and his hips began to buck. I saw Mum swallowing as he pumped a load of youthful sperm into her mouth.

When he was spent she sat back and licked her lips, still expressionless.

‘Oh my god,’ he said. ‘That was awesome.’ He lay on his back on the floor, cleared his throat, and said, ‘Sit on my face. Let me lick your pussy.’

She squatted over his head, thighs wide, and lowered herself down onto him. I heard a muffled moan as her pussy covered his mouth. Geoff’s hands reached up and gripped her hips, settling her into the right place. There were liquid noises. Soon Mum’s back arched and she started to gasp as an orgasm rushed through her.

‘Stand up,’ I ordered, afraid that Geoff would suffocate or drown. His face was red and glistened with wetness. His cock, still out of his trousers, was stiff again.

‘Bend over the table,’ he said, huskily. ‘Spread your legs. Reach back and spread your pussy lips. You’re going to let me fuck you.’

My mother did as told, reaching under her to open up her fat labia with her fingers. Her vagina was deep and red and shining with juice. Geoff moved behind her and inserted his cock into her gaping tunnel. He slid in up to the hilt with a slurping sound. I saw his eyes roll in bliss. He fucked her hard and fast, his fingers leaving red marks on her buttocks. His back arched and the tendons in his neck stood out as he deposited another load of sperm deep inside her.

She stayed in that position (not having been told to move) while the semen dripped slowly out of her onto the carpet. Geoff seemed to be in a state of shock.

‘I think we’d better pull her out of the trance now,’ I whispered. ‘Don’t want to overdo it.’

‘Mum, put your clothes back on now,’ I ordered. ‘When I click my fingers you’ll wake up and remember nothing of what has happened.’

She stood up and pulled the panties back on over her semen-soaked pussy. When she was dressed again, I clicked my fingers and she blinked and smiled at us.

‘Did you just put me under?’ she asked. We nodded.

Mum giggled. ‘What did I do this time?’

‘Oh, just some exercises, and a little dance. Thanks, Mum, Geoff’s really impressed. Hey, we ought to be going, football’s on telly.’

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Later, as Mum and I lay naked on her bed, my spunk drying between her breasts, she said, ‘Do you think we fooled him, then?’

‘Oh yes. He couldn’t stop talking about it. He wants to do it again tomorrow.’

‘Well, I’m up for it. It took me an effort not to giggle, though.’

‘You were great, Mum. You ought to be an actress.’

She kissed me lovingly. ‘Thanks for taking care of my needs, son. You got any other friends who fancy me?’

 

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