Hypnotic Adventures at the Mall [pt. IV]

Sharon moans into your mouth as you kiss. The two of you are in one of the changing rooms at Macy’s. She’s sitting on your lap, completely topless. Her naked breasts are mashing against your chest.

You still can’t believe you’re doing this. Sharon Thompson – your bully Jared’s mother is kissing you.

Your hard cock forms a tent in your pants. Sharon’s yoga pant-clad pussy rubs against it as she grinds into your lap.

“Mwah,” she break the kiss. Her beautiful blue eyes shimmer with lust… and something else. Her face flushes when you reach behind her to grab a handful of her MILF rear. “John…”

“Mhm?”

She licks her lips. “Do you think this is helping you?”

You smile at her. God, she’s so fucking hot.

“For sure. You know, I was wondering if we could go a little further…”

Sharon’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop grinding herself on your aching, constrained cock.

“You mean-” she stops abruptly. You can feel her warm clothed pussy pulse against your manhood. You wonder what’s going through her head now. How will she rationalize having sex with you? Are the suggestions you’ve given her so far enough to even make that happen? “You want to have sex?”

She whispers the last word as if the two of you are engaging in some sort of dangerous conspiracy. Actually, that last part might actually be true considering if anyone actually finds out you can mess with mothers’ minds while they’re hypnotized, you’re pretty much fucked.

“I mean, you’re an incredibly beautiful woman, Sharon,” she blushes as the words leave your lips. And it’s so incredibly gratifying to see a woman who is so far out of your league it isn’t funny practically hanging on your words and blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. “And it would really help me get over what Jared did to me.”

She pauses for a long moment, mulling over your request.

“Could we… could we do something else? I don’t think I’m ready to do that sort of thing with you,” she says. She looks around the changing room. “Besides, I’m not too confident someone won’t hear us…”

You nod at her. It’s not necessarily disappointing since you’ve gone further with her than you thought you would have been able to with just one session with her.

“Sorry. I know as your therapist I’m supposed to do whatever it takes to help you, but there are some boundaries we need to set,” she says.

You squeeze her ass, delighting in how plush and soft it is. You can’t wait until you have Sharon on all fours in front of you, begging you to fuck her doggystyle as she demeans her son.

“It’s fine. I didn’t think you’d go for that, to be honest. You are my sort of girlfriend, though, so maybe there’s a chance of that happening in the future?”

Sharon snorts. “You’re pretty persistent, aren’t you? Very well, I’ll admit that for a moment I was tempted to give in to your request. Maybe if you spend more time with me, we’ll end up doing more interesting things together.”

It’s as close to a confirmation as you’ll get, but you’ll take it. At least until she falls into a trance again, then you can mold her mind at your leisure.

“Sounds promising. It’s too bad I’ve got this raging hard-on…” you mutter aloud.

“Is it painful?” Sharon asks, her eyes glowing with concern.

It’s not painful at all, but you’d be a moron not to notice how she always seems more receptive to your requests when you hint that you’re in some form of pain. It seems to be the key to manipulating her.

You nod and wince to sell it to her.

“This is why I wanted… you know…” you grunt and squint your eyes as if you’re dealing with white-hot flashes of pain.

“Oh my god, John. I’m so sorry. I’m acting no better than Jared right now,” she says. She gets off your lap and sinks to her knees in front of you.

You have a full, unobstructed view of her breasts now and you can’t help but notice how close they are to your cock. You wonder if she’s thinking about giving you a titjob. You certainly wouldn’t say no to that!

Her hands rest on your pants, on either side of your hard cock. She looks up at you, silently asking for permission.

You nod at her.

Sharon licks her lips and unzips your fly and unbuttons your pants. Gently, she pulls your cock out from your underwear. You feel her warm breath kiss the skin of your cock for the first time.

“Holy…” she mutters, her eyes wide as saucers.

You grin at her reaction. “Do you like what you see?”

She swallows her saliva.

“I… I’m not going to answer that,” she replies. Her hands have already found their way to your penis. She’s already started to slowly jerk your cock.

Wow. When you were in high school, you’d never imagined that Jared’s mother would actually be jerking you off. The possibility was too far-fetched. But now, thanks to your nifty new hypnosis ability, everything you ever wanted is within your reach.

“I wonder what Jared would say if he saw us right now?” you muse.

Sharon’s eyes flare with anger. “Who cares what he thinks? If Jared didn’t want his mother to jerk you off, he shouldn’t have treated you horribly in high school.”

Her hands tighten around your dick as she jerks you faster.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. The sensation of Sharon’s soft, warm hands twisting and pumping around your cock is almost heavenly.

“Are you alright?” Sharon’s hands stop suddenly. Her eyes are wide with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Your cock pulses in her hands as it leaks pre-cum which spills down the side of your cock onto Sharon’s hands. Yeah, it’s safe to say you’re about as far from hurt as guy can get.

“Eh, maybe a little,” you can’t help but find it amusing how quickly her face goes from concerned to horrified. You quickly elaborate as to forestall any panicking on her part. “But I know how you can make me feel better.”

“John, I already told-”

“No no, that’s not what I meant,” you interrupt her. “I meant that it would be nice if you could use your mouth instead.”

“My mouth?” the gorgeous MILF licks her lips. She inches her head closer and closer to your cock until you can feel her warm breath against it, tickling your skin. “I suppose I could try, but you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“My lips are sealed,” you mime zipping your lips shut.

That seems to mollify Sharon, because she takes a deep breath to steady herself. Then she presses her lips against the tip of your cock, smearing them with your pre-cum. Her face scrunches up in distaste.

Hm. You make a note to have Sharon develop a taste for your cock and cum the next time she’s in a trance.

You shiver with excitement as she plants kisses all along your cock.

“Yes. That feels so good, Sharon…”

Seemingly encouraged by your moans of pleasure, Sharon keeps kissing your cock, making her way down to your balls. She plants a long wet kiss on your ballsack that almost causes you to cum on the spot.

Eventually, she grows comfortable enough to try using her tongue, licking along your length from the head to the balls. It’s not enough for her, however. She plants her lips over the head of your cock, allowing you into her mouth for the first time.

You sigh and entwine your hand in her long dark hair. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”

Sharon makes an appreciative noise in her throat and begins swirling her tongue around your cockhead. She lets herself sink down another inch, taking more of you into her mouth.

You sigh and lean back as you watch your bully’s mother bob up and down your cock. The view is incredibly satisfying to you. Almost as gratifying as the pleasure coursing through your manhood as Sharon licks and sucks your cock. You wish you could take a picture of her right now and send it to Jared. You’d relish in the pure and utter rage and jealousy that would ripple through his very soul at the image of his mother pleasing you.

“You’re such a good therapist, Sharon. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you praise her.

Sharon smiles up at you with her eyes and lets your cock out of her mouth. She replies to you between kisses to your cockhead.

“It’s,” she kisses your cockhead. “the least I could do…” she puts you in her mouth again, this time taking you deeper than she had before.

She gags on your cock when you reach the edge of your throat and you wish you’d gotten further with her while she was hypnotized because there’s nothing more you want right now than to **** her head down and deepthroat her.

Still, the sight and sound of her gagging on your cock, of her eyes shimmering with unshed tears while she selflessly services you has you cumming into her mouth.

Sharon gags and chokes as your thick semen spurts into her mouth and throat. She lets off your cock immediately, coughing. You’re still ejaculating, however, and rope after rope of your cum ends up splattering on her face, neck, and falling down between her huge tits.

Your phone picks that moment to ring.

Unthinkingly, you take it out of your pocket and answer it.

“Hello?”

“John?” that’s Tiffany’s voice. Shit, you were supposed to meet her and the others for lunch.

Sharon looks up at you with raised eyebrows, eyes curious even as your semen dribbles down her face and voluptuous body. She’s probably wondering why the hell you’d answer a phone right after you ejaculated into her mouth.

“Where the hell are you?” your older sister continues angrily. “Everyone was supposed to meet in the food court for lunch, but you left Mom at the furniture store. Please tell me you didn’t ditch us to go home and be by yourself like always. I knew it was too good to be true when you said you’d come to the mall with us.”

You wince at the anger and disappointment in your sister’s voice. Even if you can touch her tits, she’s still more than capable of being pissed at you it seems.

“Sis. Sis, relax,” you try to calm her down like always, and like always that only seems to make her more angry if the way she growls over the phone is any indication.

“I just went into the Macy’s to look at clothes. That’s all. I… uh…”

Sharon points to her shopping bag and grins meaningfully.

“I wanted to get you a Christmas present and um, I’ve been in here for a while trying to figure out what to get. I’m really not good at this at all.”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the phone.

“You mean it?” your sister asks.

You can’t help but smile. “I do. Tell everyone that I’ll be there in just a few minutes.”

“Heh. Sure thing, little bro,” and just like that, her anger dissipates. She’s always been that way. The littlest thing will set her off, but say the right thing and she’ll calm down in a heartbeat. “Well if you’re struggling to pick something out for me, I guess I’ll have to help you out with that later.”

Images of your busty older sister posing for you in different tops stream through your mind and your cock twitches.

Movement from Sharon brings you out of your private reverie. It looks like she’s wiped herself down with a handkerchief that’s not sitting on the floor and put her tight blouse back on.

She gives you a warm smile.

“It was nice hearing you talk with your sister,” she says. “Have you talked to her at all about what’s been bothering you?”

“No. Tiffany and I aren’t really close.”

Sharon’s expression grows somber.

“It’s sad to not have good relationships with your family,” she says. “I’ll bet Tiffany experienced a lot of the same things you did growing up. She may be more willing to listen to what you have to say than you might realize.”

Your lips go thin. Tiffany hadn’t really been around when you were younger. She was always going out and partying. Then she went to college and got pregnant.

It’s funny. You saw more of your sister after she had a kid than you did when you were kids. The two of you never hung out. Never played together at any point past elementary school.

“Earlier, you invited me to have lunch with your family. If you’d like, I can try to help you reconnect with your sister.”

You raise your eyebrows. You certainly hadn't expected her to offer up her help that way. A part of you wonders if she can actually help you and Tiffany form a real lasting sibling bond. Another part of you is wondering if should work Sharon over so she's comfortable sitting in while you're programming Tiffany during one of her trances, providing input stemming from her knowledge of the human psyche.

“You really think you can help me and Tiffany get along again?”

“I can try,” Sharon clarifies. “Of your family, I think I’ve only ever met your mother and even those meetings were brief. But I’m willing to try because I think this could be an important step in your recovery.”

“More important than blowjobs?” you ask.

Sharon grins at you and crosses her arms, causing her huge tits to bulge in her tight blouse.

“Anything’s possible.”