Hypnotic Adventures at the Mall [Pt. III]

The cool mall air wafts across your skin as you walk towards the food court. Sharon walks next to you. She’s close, far closer to you than would normally be appropriate. You can hear the soft click of her shoes on the mall tile, even over the cacophony of dozens of people going about their holiday shopping.

More than a few men stop to take long glances at Sharon, eyes tailing along her fantastic body.

You stroke a hand down her back and let it rest on her left buttcheek. You squeeze her soft flesh through the material of her pants. Sharon and stares up at you. Her blue eyes are wide, but she doesn’t try to move your hand. You smile. What would Jared think if he could see you now?

“John, I know my being close to you is essential for your recovery, but do you really need to do…” she pauses and scrunches her face up, likely looking for a word to describe you groping her, “…this.”

You pinch her butt. She squeaks adorably, in a way totally unbefitting her age. Your heart skips a beat.

“Sharon,” Jared’s mother bites her lip. You’re not quite sure what to say to her. Merely asserting that something would help Sharon aid in your recovery from the **** her son had inflicted upon you has been enough to sway her into doing what you want so far. But should you? As much as you want **** against Jared for what he did to you, is it really right to involve his mother this way? She’d never done anything to you.

You stop walking.

Sharon stops and crosses her arms expectantly, clearly expecting an answer.

You take a deep breath. You’ve never been much of an actor, were never the sort to play on people’s emotions to get them to like you and do what you wanted. In all likelihood, that’s part of the reason why your family had grown to dislike you over the years. Sharon had never really gotten the opportunity to abandon you like Jared had since she was never really involved in your life aside from the times you went over Jared’s house to spend time with him. A dark, cynical part of you can’t help but believe that she would have. Just like Mom. Tiffany. Your father.

Nothing about your new hypnotic capabilities has changed any of that. If you removed all the commands you’d given your mother, Tiffany, and Sharon, they’d go back to the way they were before. Living their lives. Loving people who weren’t you.

You can’t help the way your eyes trail downwards into Sharon Thompson’s expansive cleavage. Your cock twitches at the sight and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have your dick between those huge milky breasts. Would they be as smooth and comfortable as your mother’s tits? You want to find out. You want to know what those plump blowjob lips would feel like around your cock. Would she worship it like a priestess at some divine altar? The notion of turning this strong, intelligent woman into a raving zealot who worships the ground you walk on is a pleasing one that sends tingles of pleasure coursing down your spine.

That’s when you realize that this whole exercise isn’t just about ****. If it were, you’d be doing a lot more than trying to fuck Jared’s mother.

“I’m just trying to live my life. Finally live my life, you know? Jared took so much from me. So many girls refused to give me the time of day because your son spread lies about me,” you say.

Sharon’s eyes widen. “I… I didn’t-”

“You didn’t care,” you say flatly, even as a furnace of repressed anger ignites within your chest. “You left me alone while Jared tortured me and took away all the opportunities I was supposed to have. How dare you act like I’m doing something wrong by grabbing your ass? If it weren’t for you and your son, I’d have had dozens of relationships by now. As far as I’m concerned, you owe me for that. Big time.”

You reach around her waist to squeeze her ass again. She lets you. Her lips tremble.

“You’re right, John. I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can really say or do that can make up for what Jared did,” she pushes her ass into your hand. “I’m here now. But I’m worried about doing this in public. We haven’t really drawn any unsavory attention, but quite a few people have been watching us. I don’t want us to be kicked out of the mall.”

You nod at her and release her ass.

“You’re right, Sharon,” she grins brightly at the mention of her name. “We probably have a little time before my family gets ready to eat lunch. Why don’t we go someplace private? Then you can start apologizing to me in earnest.”

“Thanks John. I know I don’t have any right to make demands of you, but I’d much prefer if we could keep what’s going on just between us,” she says. She turns her head to glance around the mall.

“Hm. There aren’t many places here we could go and not be disturbed. Except… John, how do you feel about the both of us sneaking into one of the changing rooms at Macy’s?”

You lick your lips.

“Heh. I didn’t know you were such a bad girl, Sharon,” she flutters her eyes at you. You reach out to subtly grasp her left breast. Although she’s wearing a bra, her titflesh is still soft and yielding to your touch.

“John!” The hot older woman gasps and leans into your touch.

“Start walking towards the Macy’s. Seeing your ass sway and jiggle will do wonders for my recovery,” you say.

The MILF grins at you, showing perfectly white teeth.

“Anything to help out my number one patient,” Sharon says. She turns and starts walking towards the Macy’s outlet which dominates an entire section of the mall. She puts on obvious sway in her hips as she walks, and your cock twitches as you watch her ass jiggle and sway. It’s a heady feeling having the mother of your enemy under your spell.

The two of you enter Macy’s and make your way towards the changing rooms in the back.

Racks of various clothes and shoes line the store. There are a lot of people here, but not enough that the place feels particularly crowded. Still, you refrain from touching Sharon’s juicy bubble butt as she shakes and sways it for your benefit.

She looks over her shoulder and catches you looking. She gives her ass another deliberate shake.

Fuck.

A few minutes later, the two of you have worked your way over to the changing rooms in the back the store. The area seems rather deserted, with nearly all of the room doors open. You make your way to the one furthest from the entryway to lessen the possibility that you’ll be disturbed. The room is a small cubical with a mirror dominating one wall and small wooden bench sitting against the other. Sharon places her purse and shopping bag on the bench and moves to stand in front of the mirror, staring at herself. You gaze at her from behind, the mirror affording you the opportunity to check out the MILF’s breasts and ass from the same angle.

Your heart thuds with anticipation. What will you do with Sharon now that you have her all alone?

“Y-you look beautiful,” you manage to stammer, wincing at the delivery as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Sharon smiles at you in the mirror, however.

“Thanks. And you look handsome. You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” she gives her ass a little shake. “You said you never had any girlfriends. Does that mean you haven’t seen a… a woman without her clothes?” she asks, blushing slightly.

You think back to the night before when your mother had slept with you completely naked, how her breasts felt heavenly around your head. You wonder what Sharon would say if she knew that you wanted to fuck your mother. Heh. She’d probably just chalk it up to psychological damage caused by Jared tormenting you in high school.

“Um… I’ve watched porn,” you say.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sharon turns to face you, a pitying look on her face. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her huge breasts upwards. “Pornography is no substitute for the intimacy of an actual physical relationship.”

“Well I’ve never actually been in a relationship,” you say, slightly embarrassed. It’s not like you were ugly or anything. You merely lacked the drive to pursue anyone with Mom and Tiffany showing so much skin back home.

Sharon nods. “I thought as much. How about we do this: as part of being your personal therapist, I’ll also be your girlfriend. Purely for therapeutic purposes, of course,” she amends quickly, her cheeks growing even redder.

You smile at her. You had given her a suggestion to find you attractive. You wonder how long Sharon will drag out the pretense of being interested in you only as a patient and someone she feels incredibly guilty for wronging.

“You’d do that for me?” you ask her. She nods. “But aren’t you married?”

“Divorced, actually,” she shows you her bare ring finger. “Doug and I split up two years ago, so there’s really no reason for me not to help you this way.”

“I never knew that,” your cock twitches. It seems Sharon is ripe for the taking. “So what happens if Jared finds out? I imagine he wouldn’t take it well if he thought his mother was dating someone he used to bully.”

Sharon shakes her head. “Don’t worry about Jared. He’s away at college. He should be back for Christmas break soon though, so I won’t be able to treat you in my house then. Uh, unless you’d feel more comfortable if I told him to stay in school and not come home for break?”

You blink at her. “Wow, you’d really tell your son to stay away from you just for me?”

“Yes,” Sharon nods resolutely. “He’s responsible for the emotional trauma you’ve been **** to endure since high school. If helping you means he has to stay away from home, that’s the least my son can do.”

“Awesome. But let’s go back to what you said earlier. You said you wouldn’t be able to treat me at your house. Does that mean you want me to move in with you?”

The hot older woman bites her lip.

“When I said I was your personal therapist, I meant it. I’m making myself available to you at all hours of the day. Anytime, anywhere. Even if you have to wake me up the middle of the night,” she smiles and walks up to you. Her face is less than a foot away from yours “I could help you whenever you wanted if you moved in with me. I… I can understand if you don’t feel like that’s appropriate, however. You don’t have to decide now. I’m not trying to pressure you. I’m only saying that the offer is on the table.”

“Thank you,” you say. You wonder if you should take Sharon up on her offer. On one hand, it’d give you easy access to the MILF whenever she was home, allowing you to take advantage of her whenever she fell into a trance without worrying about someone walking in on you. On the other hand, you’d end up spending a lot less time with your mother and Tiffany, the former of which you may have just managed to wrap around your little finger.

You grin at her, putting your answer off for now.

“Since you want to be my sort-of girlfriend, doesn’t that mean I get to see you naked?”

Sharon gulps and nods. “Y-yes. Yes it does. But there's a lot more to a relationship tha-”

“Strip,” you order.

You nearly gape when Sharon rushes to obey, pulling her tight blouse over her head. Her bra-clad breasts jiggle wonderfully as she unhooks her bra and takes it off, throwing it at the bench.

“Wow,” you bite your lips as your see Mrs. Thompson’s creamy white breasts for the first time. How long had you waited for this? Imagined this moment in your mind?

“You like them?” She gives them a little shake. “I’ve always thought they were a little big, to be honest.”

“They’re perfect,” you say. “Can I feel them, Sharon?”

Sharon grins widely at you. “Of course.”

You grasp her tits with your hands. Sharon’s soft titflesh yields readily to your touch. The older woman gasps as you begin to knead her breasts.

“Is this helping you at all?” Sharon asks.

“Mhm,” you mutter. You only just manage to keep from cackling like a madman as your bully’s mother lets you feel her tits.

“That's good,” she says. "Jared hurt you a lot, so the least I can do is let you play with my breasts."

Your cock twitches as you gaze at Sharon’s naked breasts and chest. You wonder if she’d suck you off if you asked.

“Can I kiss you? I think that’ll help me forget a little about what Jared did,” you move your face in front of hers. Her blue eyes widen slightly before she nods.

Still playing with Sharon’s breasts, you press her lips against hers. The MILF moans into your mouth.

“Mmm,” you probe her lips with your tongue and she opens them readily, allowing you into her mouth. Her tongue dances against yours with a feverish passion that catches you by surprise. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you towards her so that her big breasts are mashed against her chest.

She breaks the kiss suddenly.

“Wow, that was…” you start.

“Completely unprofessional and wrong,” Sharon says. She gulps. “I shouldn't have kissed you back like that. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry.”

You blink at her. “It’s okay, Sharon. I actually really liked that.”

“You did?” Sharon says. Her blue eyes gaze at you hopefully.

You give one of her bare nipples a tweak. She gasps.

“For sure, Sharon. Thanks so much for letting me do this,” you say. "You're being so much nicer to me than Jared was."

The older woman smiles at you and her cheeks redden. “It's no problem. I was just worried that maybe I’d gone a little too far when I reciprocated the kiss. I guess I should have known better. You’re not too bad a kisser, actually.”

“Well that’s good,” you say.

“You could use a little more practice, though. Especially since it seems to be helping you,” she says, licking her lips.

You smile at her. It’s amazing how well your suggestions have worked with her so far. It was so much easier to get her to become infatuated with you than it was your mother. You wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that Sharon isn’t related to you and thus doesn’t have the same **** hang-ups that your mother has.

Your thoughts are silenced when Jared’s busty mother approaches you again, apparently having taken your silence as permission to close the gap between the two of you and push her lips against yours.