A female streamer - Hypnotising fan's mother

Who am I? A typical streamer. Well, ‘typical’ – I’m one of the most successful in my country. I’ve got a few big sponsors who enable me to live a perfectly comfortable lifestyle. Even though my content isn’t sexual, my audience is mainly male: I stream games, and I’m quite pretty. 1 metre 65, big breasts and a nice bum. In short, I have to be careful with my fans and my relationships.

Today, I’m with a few dozen fellow streamers at a charity marathon: we’re gaming and raising money for charities. The building’s packed; people are wandering past my stream and others. I don’t really pay attention to every single person and try to focus on my viewers and the donations. A Michael Jackson lookalike, sent over by a friend from the other end of the room, comes over to tease me for five minutes, then leaves.

Suddenly, on my monitor, I spot a woman dressed strangely, in a rather scruffy way, and a teenager – perhaps her son – who are staring at me. The lad looks a bit shy. I don’t know where they’ve come from; are they someone’s family here? Some sort of VIPs? Strange – they don’t have any entry badges.

“Is that her?” she asks.

The lad nods. The woman walks towards me, stands right in front of the webcam and picks up a microphone.

“You’ll want to watch someone else,” she announces.

Suddenly, my viewer count plummets. I step in.

“Excuse me, madam, who are you? What are you doing?”

“I’m Jeremy’s mum.” She points to her son. “Come with us.”

Eh? What does she want?

“I’m live streaming – is this some sort of event?”

“No, it’s for him.”

That spotty lad? So what? He’s not a sick child; he looks more like an 18-year-old virgin.

“Listen, I’ve got a live stream to host – can we sort this out later, please?”

“You want to come with us.”

It’s true I was curious to find out what was going on. So I decided to get up and follow them. I asked my audience to wait, but I realised there were only about a hundred viewers left, whereas there’d been several thousand, and there were no messages in the chat. Strange.

“Are you happy?” the mother asked her son.

The lad was all smiles. “Yes!” he replied.

As we make our way down the corridors to find the exit, she strokes my shoulder.

“She really is cute, isn’t she?”

She’s so weird. Don’t touch me like that.

“Please, don’t do that.”

“But you do like being touched by us.”

I can feel a fluttering in my stomach. It’s true that I enjoyed that caress. I don’t reply, and just let him get on with it. We arrive at the car park. The woman goes over to a man and says, “You want to drive us to our hotel, no strings attached?” Without me knowing how it’s possible, the man gets us into his car. I’m sitting in the middle, with the mother on my left and Jeremy on my right.

“Go on, son.”

Jeremy is much less shy. He places my hand on my breast. Even though I feel a little pleasure, it’s not the right place. I pull his arm away.

“Eh? What are you doing?”

“Darling,” his mother whispers to me. “You want him to touch you, anywhere, any way. You want his body.”

I think back to his hand on my breasts. My nipples are hardening. I don’t understand my reaction. I should have let him do it; I’d been waiting for this for so long. He leans in towards me again, and this time lifts my loose T-shirt to caress my bare nipples. Then he lowers his head and starts licking them. I’ve never felt anything so intense with a bloke.

The car stops; we’re at the hotel. I pull my T-shirt back on, and we go up to their room, which is quite spacious and luxurious, but has only a double bed. But actually:

“What are we doing here?” I ask.

“Well, you’re my son’s favourite streamer. You’re going to sleep with him.”

What?

“Er…”

“You want to sleep with my son.”

Despite his lack of overt charm, Jeremy has an undeniable appeal. In the few minutes we’ve been together, I’ve developed a bit of a crush on him. I move closer, and we kiss. His mum sits on the edge of the bed and starts masturbating.

“Ma’am, I…”

“Everything I’m doing is perfectly normal.”

I don’t know why I started making a comment. How embarrassing. I apologise and get back to what we were doing. We undress and I suck Jeremy’s cock, whilst he strokes my face.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask him.

“You don’t use a condom with him,” says his mum.

Once again, in the heat of the moment, I said something stupid. I lie on my back, and he climbs on top of me in the missionary position. He moves back and forth, and comes after a few seconds. Enough to give me immense pleasure that makes me scream.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he lies down beside me.

“You’re only in love with Jeremy. He alone can give you sexual pleasure. You’re under his command. You’re devoted to him. Your children will be his. You’ll never speak of him to anyone. You’re happy with your position as a woman in his harem.”

I look at my secret lover and kiss him. Every touch from him sends me reeling. A few minutes later, he enters me again, this time for longer, and once more he comes inside me. After taking my contact details, he tells me I can go back to the event.

That’s how I resumed my stream, with the seed of the man of my life still trickling down between my legs. I can’t wait to bring his child into the world.