The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 4



At a quarter to eleven, I was back in Louis's Restaurant but Sandra 
wasn't there yet. When she arrived, ten minutes later, she looked 
funny, her hair was all in a mess and her white blouse was all 
wrinkled up. As she sat at my table, wordless, I thought that I could 
detect a smell of sweat and sex emanating from her body, it only 
confirmed what I already knew; she and Paul had gone parking. A 
couple of minutes later we saw Uncle's gray Ford through the plate 
glass of the restaurant. Mother was sitting next to him in the front seat 
of the car, we got into the car and as we drove back home no one 
spoke. It surprised me since I had expected mother to ask us what we 
had done in town and if we had met many of our friends. But instead 
she just sat in front very quietly and she didn't say a single word on 
our way back home. I was certainly grateful for that since it prevented 
me, and probably Sandra also, from telling a lie as to where we had 
spent the evening.

Next day Uncle Charles left Maplelane at two, soon afterward mother 
went to her room for a nap for the rest of the afternoon. It had been 
my intention to questioned Sandra about her activities of the previous 
evening with Paul, but I decided against this since it was too risky, 
instead I made up my mind to wait until mother would be gone 
working. But it occur to me that I could use mother's key word and 
then put her in a deep sleep and let her continue to rest in her room. It 
then would be just a simple matter of placing Sandra in a trance and 
ask her all the questions I wanted without any danger of being 
disturbed by mother.

So as to execute my plan I decided that it would be safer if I was to 
place Sandra in a trance first, and then go to mother's room and take 
care of her.
Sandra was in the living room, I went behind her and I said her key 
word. She immediately froze on the spot, and I made her sit on a chair 
around the kitchen table.
Next, I went upstairs to mother's room and as I stood next to her bed, 
I said softly her key word. I saw her body twitch a little and she then 
remained very still while her breathing continued to be regular.
She was wearing her nightgown and since the weather was warm at 
this time of the year, she hadn't bothered to cover herself with the 
sheet, half of one breast was exposed through the neck opening of her 
gown. Even if her window curtain was shut tight, there was enough 
light coming through the material to allow me to see every detail of 
her body.
The sight of her half-naked breast had a paralyzing effect on me.
Now that her bosom was only partly covered, her breasts seemed 
much bigger than I would have ever imagined, even Sandra's teats 
were no match for these.

Instead of ordering her to go into a deep sleep, I decided to ask her a 
few questions instead. When I found enough courage, I told her in a 
soft and even voice, to open her eyes. My heart almost stopped 
beating when she looked straight at me.
For a second or so, I was not sure if she was still in a trace or not. I 
could remember reading in the book that I had bought, that  a 
hypnotized subject will seldom look at another person in the eyes 
unless ordered so, and mother was now looking at me straight in the 
eyes. I told myself that it was only a coincidence since I was standing 
in her line of sight and looking straight ahead for her was the same as 
looking at me in the eyes.

In the back of my mind I had begun to have doubts about what was 
going on with her and Uncle Charles, I was going to find out the truth 
this very minute. The strange manner they had both been  acting the 
previous evening, plus the many presents he was giving her,  and 
added to this the fact that he seldom miss visiting her, was enough to 
bother me. Ever since I had begun to fondle Sandra a month or so 
earlier, it seemed that my mind was keener on those thing that had to 
do with sex.  The more I thought about Uncle Charles and mother, the 
more my instinct told me that something was not the way it appeared 
to be.
Since I knew that I was not going to be interrupted by Sandra, what 
better opportunities was there to elucidate the matter of her 
relationship with Uncle Charles.

" Mother, do you know who is talking to you? "

" Yes. You are Lawrence. "

" Mother, you will now answer all of my questions and you won't 
remember a thing afterward. "

" I will not remember a thing. " She repeated it just like she had been 
talking in her sleep.

" Do you like Uncle Charles? "

" Yes, very much. "

How was I to start? It wouldn't do to ask her straightforward if she 
was in love with him, I couldn't predict exactly how she would react. 
After all, she was very strict on these matters that had to do with love 
and worst still, sex. Therefore I had to approach the delicate subject of 
her relationship with my uncle very carefully.

" Have you ever kiss Uncle Charles? "

" Yes. " I noticed that she hesitated before answering and I didn't 
know if I should go on with my asking her more questions. I tried to 
imagine what would happen if she should get out of her trance and 
found me in her room, I was too embarrassed even to think about it.
Then before I had time to think I asked her.

" Have you ever kiss him passionately on the lips? "

Again there was a long pause but finally she did answer.

" Yes, very often. "

Even though I was half expecting as much it was still a surprise to 
hear it from her own lips. But even then, at the back of my mind, I 
was half hoping than nothing was going on between them. Then my 
curiosity got the better of me, I wanted to know what else she had 
done with him.

" When was the last time that you kissed him? "

" It was last night. "

Wow. Could this be possible, we never suspected anything Sandra 
and I and all the time this was going on right under our nose. No 
wonder, I told myself, that she had been in a hurry to give us 
permission to spend the evening in Maplelane on Saturday. She 
probably wanted to be alone in the house with Uncle Charles.

" Usually where are you when he kissed you? "

" Most of the time we are in my room here. "

What dopes we were Sandra and I. All that time we thought that 
mother was a frigid woman and that Uncle Charles wanted only to 
give us his friendship. Instead he was having an affair with mother.

" When was the first time that he gave you a passionate kiss? "

" It was the third year after I was married to your father. "

How could this be possible. It implied that she had been unfaithful to 
father. How could she do such a thing, it went so much against all that 
I knew about her. 
There was now no way that I was going to stop questioning her, I had 
to know more.
I began to feel a little wicked about making her tell me these things 
that I knew that she would never tell me of her own will.

" Uncle Charles must have been much younger then? "

" He was only twenty at the time. "

" Did you and Uncle kiss often after that first kiss? "

" Oh yes, every time we were alone together. Your father was often 
away from home and we had lots of occasions. "

I then made up my mind to ask her the big question. I now knew that 
it would be impossible for me to sleep that night if I didn't know if 
she and Uncle Charles had slept together.

" Tell me mother, did he ever sleep with you? "

It took her a good ten seconds before she softly whispered her answer.

" Yes. "

Disappointment and emptiness took hold of me. It felt as if someone 
had cheated me of something very precious to me, but I could exactly 
say exactly why I felt that way.
Mother had always presented a façade of being a strong willed woman 
with a strongly established set of principles. I had never heard her 
mention the word 'sex' in the house and the way she always dressed 
were certainly no indication of her secret life.
It was not the fact that she had slept with Uncle Charles that bother 
me, but knowing that she had done so while father had been alive. She 
had been cheating on him.

I was dumbfounded, suddenly I could no longer tolerate being near 
her any longer. I went down stairs, too stunned to continued 
questioning her. Sandra was still sitting on her chair in the kitchen. I 
got Sandra out of her trance and without bothering to see her reaction 
I went in the stable to lie in the hay and think.

Mother had lied to us. She was not the virtuous woman that she 
appeared to be. She had also cheated on father and in his own house, 
and worse still, she had done this with her brother in law. How long 
had this been going on? Could it be possible that it had all started after 
that first kiss, when Uncle Charles was just twenty, she and he had 
been cheating on father ever since? It was possible, and how often did 
they do this?

I now felt sorry that I hadn't asked her more questions. Then it 
suddenly occurs to me that Sandra could well be the daughter of 
Uncle Charles. After all she was only fourteen and from mother's own 
lips I had been told that Uncle Charles and mother had been fucking 
well before Sandra was borne.

Slowly my anger began to ebb away. Mother probably had a good 
reason to be unfaithful to father, I told myself.
As for her having this affair with father's brother nowadays, well it 
was only natural since she was no longer married, But why didn't he 
marry her if they felt so attracted toward one another?

Now that I knew mother's secret - at least part of it - I felt a little 
sorry. Not for mother but for the fact that she had always gave us a 
false impression of being someone with well established rules of 
behavior while she was indulging herself - in our own home - with 
sexual acts without our being aware of it. But it  pleased me to know 
that there was a possibility that Sandra could be only my half sister. In 
the back of my mind I was very afraid that Sandra would get pregnant 
from me, and if she was only my half sister I figured that it wouldn't 
be as bad. Not that it really mattered since incest is incest weather it is 
with a sister or a half sister.

Then the more I thought about mother affairs with Uncle Charles, the 
less it bothered me. Why should she not enjoy life a little, she was still 
very beautiful and she had a splendid looking body, so why not? Now 
that I was thinking about this in a more rational way, I began to feel 
the strange feeling of power and lust that I felt each time I questioned 
Sandra.

On Monday, mother began her day shift from eight to four. The 
weather was now very warm and sunny, and once the dishes were 
washed and put away, I proposed to Sandra that we go for a walk. 
There  was a creek and a small wood about half a mile at the back of 
our house and with the weather being that nice it was very inviting to 
walk in the shade of the trees. We slowly walked along the wide trail 
then we sat under a tree. My sister seemed in a very happy mood, and 
I knew that it had to do with her going out with Paul on Saturday 
evening.

Once we were seated on the grass, I said her key word. Again, a surge 
of power invaded me as I watched her sitting very still, ready to 
divulge to me things she would never tell in ordinary circumstances.
At the same time, my cock was rock hard, as I anticipated learning 
what she and Paul had done together on Saturday, so I began to ask 
her a few questions. 

" Where did you go Saturday evening with Paul? "

" We went for a ride in his car and later we went parking "

" Did he play with your breasts? "

" Yes. " It was a slow process to learn anything from her with these 
short answers, and I told her to describe in details everything that she 
and Paul had done on that evening.

" We went parking at our usual spot and after he turned off the motor 
of his car we began to kiss. He then proceeded to play with my breasts 
and later he got me completely naked in the car. " 

Well, I told myself, it seemed that it was a habit of his to get her 
naked whenever they went parking.

" He then made me suck his cock while he had his mouth on my cunt. 
After a while he wanted to fuck me and I let him do it. "

Just like that, she let him do it. I was dumbstruck. How could she do 
this, she had chosen to break up with him instead of letting him fuck 
her barely a month previously. Why the sudden change?

" Why did you let him do this? Are you not afraid of becoming 
pregnant? "

" No, you game me the drops that will prevent this from happening. 
Therefore there is no danger of this happening. "

It was true, I had given her those imaginary drops twice now - ever 
since I had begun to fuck her. But how could she recall such a fact 
when she wasn't in a trance?
I couldn't explain this and I began to realize that I still had a lot to 
learn about hypnotism. Could it be that she wanted to let him fuck her 
so much, that this part of her brain that control her trances memories 
was called upon to help her take a decision while she was no longer in 
a trance? Or could it be something completely different that I didn't 
understand?
It no longer mattered now, the important fact was that she had let him 
fuck her and she was no longer preoccupied about getting pregnant.

" How many times did he fuck you? "

" He took me three times while we were in his car. Then we talked for 
a while and he once again sucked my cunt and he wanted to fuck me 
again but it was getting late and we didn't have time to do it again. "

" One last question. Why did he leave Pauline by herself in the 
restaurant and went away with you. "

" Paul said that Pauline was two months pregnant, and he doesn't 
know if he is the father of her child since she went out a couple of 
times with Pat Higginson and he could be the father as well. "


So the cute blond Pauline' finally got herself knocked off, I said to 
myself. She is probably now thinking of putting the blame on me. She 
certainly hadn't mention this to me when I was fucking her last 
Saturday evening, and this was probably the reason that she was in 
such a hurry to have me inseminate her. 

After getting Sandra out of her trance - she believed that she had had 
a nap as she rested with her back resting against a tree - we slowly 
walked back home without my having fuck her or even kiss her once. 
I couldn't say why, but after hearing what had happened between her 
and Paul on Saturday night, I was not eager to have anything to do 
with her for the moment.
It felt as though she had cheated on me, and further more, I didn't 
hypnotized her for the next couple of days either. Beside, it was now 
hay-time and I had plenty of work to do and when I came home after a 
long day of working in the fields, I was too tired to think about 
Sandra.

Then Saturday afternoon it began to rain, this gave me the opportunity 
to rest since the hay that  had been cut had  to dried in the sun for a 
couple of days before it could be stored it in the barn.
When Uncle Charles arrived in the late afternoon I knew that if I was 
to ask mother to let us spent the evening in Maplelane, there was a 
good chance that she was going to agree to let us go.
There were no doubts in my mind that she wanted to be left along 
with Uncle Charles the instant that she agreed to my proposal.
As he had done the previous Saturday, Uncle Charles drove us to 
Louis's Restaurant.

Paul was already inside waiting for Sandra. How had he known that 
she was going to be in Maplelane, I could only guess. He was sitting 
around a table with one of his friend, a boy name Tom Luctor, Paul 
and Tom were often together in school. 
From the public phone in the restaurant I phoned Pauline and I told 
her that I was on my way to her place.
We had no phone at home and I wanted to be able to check at the 
same time if her parents were gone.

The minute that she let me inside the house, she took me by the hand 
and she led me to her room upstairs. It had been my intention to just 
tell her that I knew about her being pregnant and  then to leave the 
house. But upon seeing her with her innocent smile and all eager to 
fuck while her breasts were already half exposed - she had undone 
half the buttons of her blouse before I came in - I changed my mind 
and decided to remain with her for the rest of the evening.

As soon as her bedroom door was shut and lock, we both got 
completely naked and I began to fuck her. While doing so I tried to 
see if I could detect any signs of her swollen belly, but I couldn't see a 
trace of it. I guess that she wasn't advanced enough into her 
pregnancy for it to show. 
After our second bout of fucking, I told her that I knew that she was 
expecting a baby and that Paul was the father.
This had the effect of sending her into a fit of crying and she threw 
herself belly down on the bed. The more that I tried to console her, the 
more she cried.

I felt extremely lewd and bawdy by the sight of her nakedness, also 
the fact that she was crying further accented her weakness and thus 
my feeling of power over her.
Then all of a sudden I threw myself on her while she had her bottom 
toward me.
From my position above her, it was only a matter of seconds before I 
had inserted my steel hard column of flesh into her reeking cunt.
Although she kept on crying, she didn't try to resist me and I 
proceeded to fuck her in this manner. Soon she began to respond to 
my pounding and she lifted her bottom so as to meet my shoves and 
gradually her crying changed to a series of yawning and moaning. I 
could see her closing and opening her firsts against the matters as I 
began to increase the tempo of my pumping. Then the delicious 
ecstasy seized us simultaneously as we both spent in an agony of 
thrilling pleasure.

When I became fully aware of what I had done a short while later, - I 
was still fully embedded within her cunt and she had completely 
stopped crying underneath me - I rolled myself off her body and I sat 
on the edge of the bed. Soon she joined me sitting with the flat of her 
feet on the bed and with her knees raised. She looked at me and after a 
while she said.

" You mustn't tell anyone about the fact that I am expecting, promise 
me you won't. "

" You don't have to worry about me, my lips are sealed, but you 
should talk about it to your mother at least. You will need help in a 
couple of months when it begin to show. "

She then asked me who had told me about her condition, and I said 
that Paul himself had said this to me. That made her very angry at him 
and she said that she would never speak to him again.
She then threw herself into my arms and she asked me if I would keep 
seeing her again. Of course I would see her again, but I also told her 
that when she was going to tell her mother she was to make sure to 
tell her that I was not the one responsible for her condition.
I remained with her for the next few hours - during which time we 
had another long bout of fucking, then I got back to Louis's 
Restaurant at a quarter to eleven.

Much to my surprise, Sandra was already seated at a table, she was 
alone. Her hair at the front had just been recently combed but at the 
back it was a mess of twisted and tangled curls.
She looked kind of funny and it appeared that she had been crying. 
Her white blouse was all wrinkled up the second button was even 
missing. Then, as I sat next to her I also noticed that her blouse was 
torn near her right shoulder.

She didn't say a word to me  and I didn't ask her a single question. 
Then Uncle Charles appeared in front of the restaurant and we got 
into the car. Mother was not with Uncle Charles and I sat in front with 
him while Sandra sat in the back by herself.
On the way home Uncle asked me if I had enjoyed my evening and 
what exactly I had done. Of course I said that I played pool the whole 
evening with other boys that I knew, as for Sandra she didn't answer 
when he asked her the same question, she pretended to be sleeping in 
the back.
 
Sandra and I  immediately went upstairs while mother and Uncle 
Charles remained in the living room since they wanted to listen to a 
program on the radio. Before Sandra had time to close her bedroom 
door behind her, I whispered  'wakino' and she froze while in the act 
of closing her bedroom door.
I then made her follow me to my room after making sure that her door 
was shut before leaving. I was very curious to know what had 
happened to her, even at the risk of bringing her to my room. It wasn't 
a big risk since I knew that mother never checked on her, or on me, 
before going to bed. Beside, since Uncle Charles was keeping mother  
company downstairs, the chances that she would do so were even 
smaller.

It wasn't my intention to spend the night with Sandra, all I wanted 
was to ask her a few questions and then send her to her room. I made 
her sit on the edge of my bed and I then sat next to her. Taking one of 
her hands in mine, I began questioning her.

" Where did you go tonight? "

" We went parking. "

There was nothing new in that and before questioning her I was 
almost one hundred percent certain that she had done exactly that.

" Did you fuck with Paul? "

" Yes, we did so for the whole evening. "

" Paul was in good shape tonight then. "

" I don't want to see him or Tom ever again.  "

At first I didn't understand what she met by  'or Tom', then it 
suddenly struck me that she had gone out with both Paul and Tom.

" You went parking with both Paul and Tom then? " 

Her answer took a while to come out of her mouth but finally she 
admitted that this is what had happened. Then I had to know if she 
had fuck Tom as well as Paul.

" Tell me Sandra, did both Paul and Tom fucked you? "

" Yes they did. I will never speak to either of them again. "

" I want you to tell me everything from the beginning. "

" At first we went for a ride in Paul's car. I thought that he was going 
to drive Tom home, but instead he went to our usual place where we 
park. He then began to kiss me while Tom was still sitting next to me. 
After a while Paul place his hand on my breasts, but by then I had 
forgotten about Tom next to me and I let him do as he please. Soon 
my blouse was opened and he lifted my bra thus exposing my breasts. 
Before I knew what was happening, Tom hands were on my bosom 
while Paul was funding my cunt. Then Tom got his head between my 
legs while Paul was kissing me. I tried to make them stop but they 
kept at it and soon it felt so good that I didn't have the courage to 
make them stop.  As Tom sucked on my cunt, Paul made my suck on 
his cock until he came into my mouth, then they changed place and I 
sucked on Tom's cock. After a while Paul began to fuck me then Tom 
took his place. "

" How many time did each of them fuck you? "

" Three or four times each, I don't exactly remember. "

Hearing her describe her adventure and even though I knew that she 
had not been a willing participant of her ordeal - even if in all 
evidence she had gotten a good deal of pleasure out of it - had made 
me feel extremely bawdy. I knew that when she had gotten home she 
hadn't had a chance to clean or even wipe her cunt, and unless she had 
done so in the women room in Louis's Restaurant, her cunt was 
probably still full of sperm from her numerous bouts of fucking. Then 
without really knowing exactly why, I felt a strong urge to look at her 
abused cunt just as it was. So as to make sure that she had not clean 
herself yet I asked her if she had washed herself after the numerous 
fuck she had endured.

" No, I didn't have the chance to do so yet. "

Upon hearing this, my cock reacted with a jerk in my pants and I 
knew that this was a once in a lifetime chance to examine closely a 
well oiled quim that was still fuming with the dilatation and stretching 
of many hours of fucking.
With a quivering voice I ordered her to remove all of her clothes 
except for her panties - I wanted to reserved that pleasure for myself - 
and I made her stretch on her back on my bed.
The instant that my eyes rested on her breasts I was able to see the 
numerous suction marks while both of her nipples were cherry red and 
swollen as if they had been sucked and bitten for a long period of 
time.

Placing myself between her parted legs, with a hand on each side of 
her calves, I then proceeded to open her legs wider. The crotch of her 
white cotton panties was all soaked and a strong sex odor was 
emanating from her junction. With her help - as she lift her bottom 
from the bed - I proceeded to pull the garment down until it was 
resting on the floor at the foot of my bed. 
The minute that I brought my head close to her cunt, I was assailed by 
fish smell and upon examining her cunt I notice that her lips were 
swollen while the lower petals of her labia were protruding. This was 
completely new, never before had I seen her inner lips sticking out 
that much. Her cunt hair was smeared and pasted with half dry crusts, 
spunk was still oozing out of her passage between her still open gash.
The sight was at the same time, both revolting and enchanting, worst 
still, I couldn't decide exactly which of the two impressed me the 
most.
When I looked inside her half-opened channel, I noticed how angry-
red it appeared instead of its usually salmon-pink color. Then when I 
slowly pushed a finger inside, I was amazed to see, first her swollen 
lips enclose it in a tight grip, then from inside, the wall of her cunt 
seemed to squeeze my fingers as if to strangle it. The instant I began 
to move it inside her, the pressure exerted by her contracting wall was 
still greater and all the time I could see the lips of her cunt pulsating at 
the base of my finger as if in an attempt to urge it to move even more.
When I pulled my finger out of the tight volcano, I actually heard a 
sucking noise as her cunt's wall tried to prevent me from withdrawing 
it. Then as soon as it was out completely, the muscles of her cunt 
dilated so as to leave a hole the exact size of my finger all the way 
inside her vagina. It was as if her cunt was trying to tempt my finger 
to plunge inside once again.

By now my face was only a few inches from her cunt, and I don't 
know what made me do it, but all that I could recall afterward was 
that I felt an irresistible attraction for her cunt. Without my being able 
to prevent it, I glued my lips to her cunt and I began to lick and suck 
everything that came out of it - much to Sandra's delight who was 
now grinding her lower body against my face.
Her taste was different, and when she tried to lift her lower body in an 
attempt to cause more friction against my fact, her vagina muscles 
thus squeezed  great quantities of thick hot juice into my hungry 
mouth. I remained with my mouth on her cunt for a very long time 
and by the time I stopped, there wasn't a drop of juice left within her.
I then climbed between her legs and I proceeded to fuck her.
We spent the rest of the night in my bed and I sent her in her room 
early the next morning.

Uncle Charles left early Sunday morning. Previously I had already 
decided that I was going to ask mother more questions so as to get 
more intimate details about her relationship with Uncle Charles. Since 
it was raining outside and there was nothing to do beside my daily 
choirs in the barn - I told myself that today mother was going to tell 
me everything.

At two that afternoon, I placed Sandra into a trance while she was 
reading and I did the same with mother while she was knitting. Next, I 
told her to go to her room and I followed her there. As soon as she 
was comfortably stretched on her bed, I told her to close her eyes, -   it 
made me feel nervous when she had them open since it was hard for 
me to believed that she was in a trance - and I undertook to begin a 
session of question.

" When you are with Uncle Charles in bed together, is it very 
pleasant? "

" Yes,  it's extremely pleasant and we both enjoy it tremendously. "

" Why don't you marry him then it you love him? "

" We can't get marry because he already has a wife. We never said 
this to you or Sandra but he is still living with his wife. "

This was a surprise indeed. I always thought of Uncle Charles as a 
bachelor, he appeared to me to be a little too selfish to have a family 
of his own. Could it be possible that he also had children back home? 
I quickly asked mother about it.

" Yes, he had two daughters living with him and his wife. "

" When he fucked you for the first time, was Sandra born yet? "

" No. We began to indulge ourselves into each others arms 
immediately after you were born. "

" Then he could be Sandra's father? "

" He is her father. "

At this point I had to get off the bed where I was sitting next to her. 
For a full minute I walked around the room thinking. It was a great 
surprise indeed to learn that Sandra was only my half sister, could this 
be one of the reason that I was so attracted to her? No, it had nothing 
to do with it and I went back to mother who was patiently waiting on 
her bed.

" When father was living, did Uncle Charles fucked you often? "

" Oh yes. Almost daily. "

" How could you manage this without father knowing it? "

" It was easy. Your father worked on the night shifts and Charles was 
boarding with us and was working on the day shift at the same food 
processing plant. So most of the time I was in the house along with 
one or the other. "

" He must have sleep with you every night then? "

" Yes, except during the weekend when they were both in the house at 
the same time. "

She sure must have had an exiting life, I told myself. She was 
screwing Uncle Charles during the night and when father got home in 
the morning he probably also had her before going to sleep in his bed 
that was still warm from his brother's body heat.
Two different men daily fuck her.

" Father then never found out about you and his brother? "

" No, we were very careful. "

This got me to think. If she was so hot blooded, could it be possible 
that she had also had affairs with other men?

" Have you been fucked by others beside father and Uncle Charles? "

" Yes. "

" Can you tell me how many more had had sex with you? "

It took her a while to answer, was it because she felt reluctant to 
answer or was she trying to count her partners in her head. It was 
probably both, but finally she admitted to having had four others 
males partners.
This was even more of a shock to me. Excluding father, that made 
five men had had sex with her.

" Tell me about these men. Who were they? "

" One was my father, you grandfather, then there was my brother and 
his two friends. "

Again I had to pause a few minutes to absorb what she had just told 
me. Her own father and brother had done this to her. But then, I was 
doing the same with Sandra.

" How old were you then? "

" Simon, " that was her brother and my uncle, " began to do this to me 
when I was thirteen, it went on until he was killed when I was 
seventeen. As for my father, he caught me and my brother once and 
ever since then he also fucked me, I must have been fourteen then. He 
even had me the night before I married your father. "

" Did your father and you even had intercourse after you were married 
to father? "

" Oh yes, very often. "

" And you didn't mind this at all? "

" No, on the contrary I enjoyed it greatly. "

I bet she did. She was a regular whore, and all those years we thought 
that she was a cold woman, she never talked about sex and she was so 
strict with us.

But all this talking with her had caused my prick to become very stiff, 
and that same strange and pleasant sensation was back prevailing 
through my whole body.
It then occur to me that each time I was hearing Sandra or mother tell 
me about  their sex adventures I was always feeling horny and exited 
just hearing from their own lips what they had done.
They were revealing their deepest secrets to me, they certainly 
wouldn't otherwise tell any of  this if were they not under hypnotism, 
and this gave me a feeling of power over them.

When I had heard Sandra describe what she had done with Paul and 
Tom the previous evening, I also had felt the same intense and strange 
pleasure. The feeling of power combined with the fact that they were 
revealing their deepest secrets to me was causing all the excitement 
that I felt. I realized that I could experience just as great a thrill by 
listening to women tell their sex experiences as if I was doing the 
deeds myself.
I went back to asking mother more questions.

" You like fucking then? "

" Yes, very much. "

" Would you like it if I did it to you? "

It took her a few seconds to answer, but she finally nodded her head in 
the affirmative.
I had expected her to bring all sort of objections and I was even 
prepared to forget about it. So the joy I felt was surpassed only by my 
eagerness to fuck her.
I placed a hand on her bosom, it felt spongy and firm at the same time, 
then gradually and with determination, I began to open her blouse, 
starting from the neck down.

                             (end of part 4)