Doing Dad a Favor

I couldn't really blame my dad. He'd been alone for years since Mom died. I would be leaving for college in the fall. When the hot blonde with big boobs showed interest, of course he went for it. He deserved some happiness.

It's just that Alana was so damned obvious about being a gold digger! From wanting to get married after only dating for two months, to asking for a ridiculously oversized engagement ring, to her 'my grandfather always said prenups were for quitters!'. My dad wasn't a billionaire or anything. He just owned a few fast food franchises and had managed his money well.

But Alana was clearly intent on spending as much of it as she could as soon as they got back from their honeymoon in Fiji. But again, it was dad's money and if he wants to spend it on her, I couldn't complain. He was about to drop a lot on my education, after all. And I did benefit from some of Alana's purchases. She had our home theater room completely upgraded with surround sound and a cutting edge smart TV that took up an entire wall. It was sweet!

Of course, she spent hours watching inane reality tv shows whenever my dad was gone, which was frequently after neglecting his business for the wedding and honeymoon. I wondered how long their relationship would last. Still, none of my business.

But while researching the potential of the new TV, for the times when Alana was out shopping, I found myself in a dark little corner of the web where someone was claiming you could use the thing to hypnotize viewers. He posted the code and everything.

It was crazy. It was stupid. But how could I not try it?

I synced up the TV with my laptop and had things set up in time for Alana's daily viewing of SoCal Socialites. I was sure it wouldn't work.

It worked. 5 minutes in and the built in webcam showed my new stepmother staring glassy eyed and slack-jawed at the giant screen. Was she really hypnotized? Only one way to find out.

"You should go make Anthony a sandwich, take it to his room and give it to him, then go back and watch more TV. Don’t think about why you're doing it."

I hit enter. The instructions flashed subliminally on the screen. After just a few seconds, Alana paused the program, got up and left the room. I was still doubting it actually worked when she opened my bedroom door without knocking and handed me a plate with a sandwich on it. Her eyes were still wide and glassy. She didn't say a word. As soon as I took the plate, she turned around and left. A moment tater, I could see she was back in front of the TV, her program restarted but still staring mindlessly at it.

I turned off the mesmerizing program. Alana blinked in confusion and stared at the screen. I thought for a second she knew what I'd done, but then she just jumped back to the point in the show where I'd first hypnotized her, having no idea what had happened on her show once I activated the program. She continued watching, oblivious.

So of course, I did it again. She went glassy eyed even faster that time. I needed to check something.

"Forget that you made Anthony a sandwich."

I let it flash for a few seconds. This time, I rewound the show for her so she didn't miss anything. I'm such a good stepson! I confirmed she was out of the trance, then headed over to the TV room.

"Hey Alana! Thanks for the sandwich! It was great!" I lied. It was a decidedly boring sandwich.

"What are you talking about? " she asked, looking annoyed and confused.

"The sandwich you made me!" I said.

"I didn't make you a sandwich," she denied. "You're 18 years old! You can feed yourself!"

"My mistake!" I said, hands up defensively, then scurried back to my room as fast as my boner allowed.

I'm not proud of what I did next. But the sight of her staring mindlessly at the TV, her mind programmable and erasable, was the most arousing thing I'd ever experienced. Yes, she was my dad's wife. But he didn't need to know. And neither did she!

"You should go give Anthony a blowjob and swallow his cum, then go back and watch more TV. Don’t think about why you're doing it. Forget you gave Anthony a blowjob once yougetback to the TV."

The message flashed its way into Alana's open mind. Soon she stood and wandered off. I paused her show and rewound it a few minutes.

My new stepmother entered my room again without knocking.

"Did you need something, Alana? " I asked the glassy-eyed blonde.

"I should give you a blowjob and swallow your cum," she said matter-of-factly in a distant voice. "I won't think about why I'm doing it."

"That's probably for the best, " I agreed as I pulled down my pants.

She knelt down and took my cock in her mouth without hesitation or preamble.


It was astounding. She sucked my dick without a thought in her head. She clearly had a lot more practice doing it than making sandwiches.

"You're an incredible cocksucker, Alana!" I told her.

She didn't respond. She just kept on blowing me until I groaned and unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation or emotion, stood and left my room.

I continued to stand there grinning stupidly with my spent cock dangling for a few moments after Alana reappeared on the webcam window and resumed watching the TV with glassy eyes, oblivious that her program was still paused.

I pulled up my pants, released my hold on my stepmother's mind, and unpaused her show. She continued to watch, looking a little confused at an unexpected taste in her mouth.

I felt guilty. Not for Alana. Fuck Alana! Fuck Alana? No, she was my father's wife. He didn't deserve to be cuckolded by his own son.

But Alana was clearly after his money. And with my ability to alter her brain, I could change her into the wife he deserved! This was for his own good, really!

And if in the process I got the hot srepmom I deserved, well, that was just an added bonus!