Going even further...

“Ugh! Oh! Ah! Oh my god!”

You grin like a madman as your hips collide with Angela’s big bubble butt. She’s bent over the counter that her husband and daughters have sat at in the past while their mother and wife made dinner for them. So many memories surround this counter and the kitchen it resides in. She shouldn’t be letting you do this to her, and yet…

“Oh shit!”

Angela cries out when you bottom out inside her. Her hot pussy grips your cock like a fucking vice, squeezing it and urging you to go deeper within her pussy even as your cockhead bashes against her cervix, eliciting another yelp from her.

“F-f-fuck!”

Your hands trail across her ass possessively, and you can’t help but entertain the idea of her belonging to you completely and utterly. Given that you can apparently touch her wherever and however and whenever you want, you suppose that she might already belong to you to a certain extent. And there’s also the fact that her husband Logan, all the way in Germany, has no way of knowing exactly what you’ve done to his wife. How you’ve twisted and perverted her inner desires to better serve your own, effectively insinuating yourself into their lives. Even if you told what you’d done, he’d never believe it. Not until he saw you perched in front of a naked, hypnotized Angela, imparting commands to be absorbed by her soft, **** brain. And then seeing those commands carried out to the letter when she wakes.

Perhaps not even then. People tend to not accept things they consider impossible. You like to think you’re a little more open-minded than that.

You blink. That… why did you even think about Mr. Hughes? Why did you imagine him catching you reprogramming his wife to better serve you? And why do you feel the idea is so appealing? Clearly, there’s something very wrong with you. While Mr. Hughes isn’t necessarily the most friendly guy, he’d never been dismissive towards you like your parents had. And he’d never minded or questioned it when Angela had you over, and you’d frequently been a plus one at their dinners. Why do you want to humiliate him not only by taking his wife away, but showing him exactly how you’ve managed to do it? Such could only be the realm of fantasy ultimately, since men are naturally free of your influence.

Thankfully, the feeling of Angela’s amazingly tight pussy clenching around your cock distracts you from your thoughts.

Every part of you feels good. It’s like you’re in heaven. Or in a very pleasant dream.

“Ah man, this is so fucking good,” you groan as you pound into her. Wet, fleshy clapping sounds fill the room. “Hey Angela, are you absolutely sure there’s nothing sexual about what we’re doing?”

It’s hard to imagine what she’s thinking right now, under the influence of your command. You wonder, how does her mind even perceive the act of your cock entering her vagina as something other than sex? You trust in the power of the maternal hypnotic trance, of course, but a part of you desperately wants to know what it’s like from their perspective. What’s going on in their heads as they submit to your whims and the little (il)logical twists you tangle their minds into.

She swallows loudly.

The blonde MILF takes a shuddering breath before turning to look back at you.

Her hair is wild, completely disheveled. Her hazel eyes are misty and her cheeks are flushed bright red.

“Y-yeah,” she manages to speak through her panting. “There’s nothing s-ohgod!”

You pull your cock out of her, resting the head against her beaten pussy lips. They tremble against you, and she instinctively pushes her ass back to try to get you inside her again.

“What was that, Angela?” you tease her, feeling immensely powerful. You like seeing her like this; reduced to a stuttering mess. It’s an interesting reversal from how the two of you used to be. Well, she’d always wanted you to get out of your shell and start acting more confident. You guess that this isn’t exactly what she had in mind back then.

“I-I said...” you press your cock against her cunt again. You rub it up and down her pussy lips, relishing the way she shudders at the contact. She swallows and tries to get a hold of herself. “I said that what we’re doing together isn’t sexual. You’re just helping me –oh shit!- That’s all…”

You give her right buttcheek a semi-hard smack. It jiggles at the impact. A red handprint soon forms there, marring her flesh like a brand.

Angela takes in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t reprimand you or ask you to stop. Instead, her plush lips twitch upward slightly. She looks up at you. Her expression radiates pure, unadulterated gratitude and arousal. She kind of reminds you of Marissa when you’d fucked her, how she’d seemed to lose herself when you fucked her. It’s how you can tell that despite how Angela perceives what you’re doing, she is deriving pleasure from it. It’s like the very act of you fucking her and giving her attention is a ****.

“So me spanking your naked ass – that’s actually helping you?” you ask. “I find that really hard to believe.”

Angela averts her gaze, blushing even more brightly now.

She mutters something that you can’t quite make out.

“What was that?” you say.

She licks her lips and looks up at you again. Something appears to have hardened in her gaze, and the firmness of her voice as she speaks her next words would seem to confirm a surety she wasn’t possessed of mere moments ago.

“You might not believe me when I say this, but… I love it. I love everything you’re doing to me. It’s all just…” she lets out a sigh. “God, you’ve got no idea how pent up I was in this house all by myself. I don’t think even I knew how pent up I was. I mean, I know I’m not a bad-looking woman. I see men staring at me a lot. And I like it. The attention’s nice. It’s good to know that even as I get a little older, men still find me attractive. But…”

“It wasn’t enough?” you venture.

“Not by a long shot,” she shakes her head. “That’s why I’m so thankful you’ve agreed to do this for me. I feel like as long as I have you around to… do what you’re doing, I won’t ever feel like I’m going crazy again.”

“Well, I’m happy to help. You were always so nice to me when I was little, so the least I could do is return the favor, right?”

She smiles.

“That’s sweet, but you don’t owe me anything,” her tone is warm in a way you’ve rarely experienced.

You shake your head. Your hands idly knead her asscheeks.

“Yes I do. My… my parents, they…” you close your eyes. It’s difficult to think about those times. You’d felt so alone, ostracized at both home and school. It’d been like you were surrounded on all sides. Like your life was being squeezed down into a pit of misery and isolation from which there was no escape. Yet, no matter how bad things got, you’d always had Angela and the home that she’d opened up to you.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m here,” she coos, reaching back to grab your right hand with her own. Her fingers entwine with yours. Warmth blossoms in your chest. It’s then that you know you’ll never hurt Angela, or allow her to be hurt. No matter what you do to her mind, you’ll try to always make sure she’s as happy as can be.

You shake your head. You’d thought you’d done away with those insecurities. It seems you’ve succeeded in burying them.

“You know, you’re way hotter than a lot of the girls my age. Plus, you’re much nicer than most of them,” you try to change the subject.

There’s a slight narrowing of her eyes. A subtle tilt of her lips that tells you she isn’t entirely happy with you trying to deflect, but ultimately she lets you.

She chuckles in a way that only sounds half-genuine, but you notice a strange twinkle in her eye. Like despite how displeased she is at you for not opening up to her, you’ve still managed to make her happy with what you’ve said.

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to make me feel good about myself. There’s probably dozens of girls your age you’d rather be around than little old me,” she gives her ass a deliberate shake, causing her buttcheeks to jiggle in a way you’ve come to expect from the MILFs you interact with. You fucking love seeing their voluptuous, well-endowed bodies sway with their movements. You love seeing their big breasts wobble and their full round asses jiggle. It’s almost enough to drive you crazy. Fuck, you really do have a complex, don’t you?

“No, I mean it,” you grab a handful of each asscheek, asserting yourself both verbally as well as physically. Again, she pushes against you, not surrendering to your touch, but actively encouraging it. “You’re beautiful. You have amazing hair and really pretty eyes.”

“Oh?” a shudder passes through her, like your words are having a physical effect upon her. “While that’s nice to hear, I have a feeling that you like certain other things about the way I look.”

You begin squeezing her buttcheeks, enjoying their softness.

She moans softly.

“It’s true. I do like other things about you. Your tits, for example…” you lean over her and with your left hand, you reach under her and grab the object of your discussion.

“Ah…” she moans as you start massaging her breast.

“…and your ass is absolutely incredible. You definitely keep yourself in amazing shape,” you spank her again for emphasis, grinning as she whimpers at the impact. “Again, that wasn’t sexual, right?”

“Nuh-uh. Not in the least,” she shakes her head, smiling. Your cock twitches against her wet pussy. “Hey John, do you think you could stick it in again? I think I've got an itch down there. Make sure you rub it nice and hard, okay dear?”

You remove your hand from her breast and stop leaning over her.

“Sure, I'll fuck you again. Oops. Sorry, that just kind of slipped out."

She shrugs.

“Don't worry about it. I can understand why someone might mistake what we're doing for sex,” she says. “But it’s more like you’re touching me, giving me attention and affection. I’d never cheat on my husband. You know that.”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” you can’t help but smirk at her. It’s amazing how powerful the hypnosis is, that it can make an entirely loyal woman betray her significant other in an obvious way without even realizing it. “It’s just hard for me to accept that there’s nothing sexual about my dick being inside you, you know?”

Angela rolls her eyes at you.

“Now you’re just being silly. We’ve never had sex, John, and we never will. So stop worrying about that and put that wonderful, amazing cock back inside me already!”

“Fine,” you shake your head. “But I want to change positions. Roll over and spread your legs. I want to see your big tits bounce while I fu-help you.”

The gorgeous older woman laughs.

“Now that’s the spirit!”

She does as you ask, sitting her ass on the edge of the counter. Her large breasts spill into view, and you can’t but stare at them for a few moments. She wraps an arm around your back, using it to hold herself up.

“Okay, you ready?” you ask.

She nods her head rapidly. She’s at eye level with you now, and her face is mere inches away from yours. You’re tempted to kiss her again, but you hold off, your earlier concerns weighing on you. While she might not perceive you kissing her as sexual, you worry that she might consider it a romantic advance somehow, which would also count as a betrayal. Though if that’s the case, you do wonder how she’s able to tolerate you having sex with her. That’s supposed to carry romantic connotations as well, isn’t it?

“Please hurry,” she begs you, a pleading look in her eyes. "The itch is getting really bad!"

You look down at her pussy. It’s covered by a sheen of her arousal. It pulses visibly, beckoning you.

You grab your cock and line it up with her pussy. Moments later, you’re inside her. Angela’s big tits dance mesmerizingly as you pound into her. She wraps her thick thighs around you, urging you deeper inside her, mashing you against her cervix. Her breasts squish up against your chest. Her face remains mere inches from yours, her beautiful eyes staring unflinchingly into yours. They glow with pleasure and happiness and… something else.

Slowly, she leans forward and presses her lips against yours.

Your eyes widen. She doesn’t truly kiss you, and separates from you mere moments later. Her cheeks are flushed, her skin slick with sweat. She’s panting heavily.

It’s too much.

Before you know it, you’re emptying your load inside her. You grunt and collapse against her as spurt after spurt of your cum spills deep into her unprotected pussy. You expect her to yell at you. Or at least admonish you for not warning her or pulling out.

Instead, her hands find their way to the back of your head. Her soft fingers entwine gently in your hair as she moves your head to rest in the crook of her neck.

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