Things get steamy

Chapter 3: The Transformations Deepen – No Escape From the Hypnosis

As the minutes passed, the hypnosis’ effects only intensified—each woman slipping further into their programmed roles, their personalities warping into something more obedient, more willing to please Justin.

His mother’s French maid persona became unshakable. She’d fully unbuttoned her latex top now, both breasts exposed, and she knelt beside Amanda at the table, pressing a hand against Justin’s thigh while purring: “Now, let mademoiselle Amanda suck properly. Use your tongue, chérie… show him how much you want his cum.” When Amanda obeyed—tonguing the underside of his cock with wild abandon—his mom laughed lowly, running a finger along Amanda’s jawline:“Good girl. Now, why don’t you join in, Beth? Your brother needs more than one pair of hands to make him feel good…”

Beth didn’t need to be told twice. She’d already discarded her panties (they landed on the floor with a wet squelch), and now she crawled onto Justin’s lap, straddling his thighs. Her fingers still worked her clit, but now she lowered her mouth to Justin’s cock head, licking a stripe from base to tip—her tongue hot, her breath smelling of mint (from whatever toothpaste she’d used that morning). “Like, thank you for letting me taste you, daddy,” she whispered, before taking him into her mouth too. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and Justin felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes—not from sadness, but from overwhelming arousal. He was being fucked by two women’s mouths at once, helpless to stop it, while his mom watched on with that smirking French maid smile.

Amanda, not to be outdone, began reaching down to tweak Beth’s nipples through her now-bare chest (her shirt had ridden up during the crawl), whispering: “Like, suck harder, baby—daddy needs this.” And Justin did need it—his cock pulsed, threatening to release its load at any second. But the hypnosis held him back… for now. The hypnotist had programmed him to wait—to make the women work for his pleasure—so he stayed hard, letting them suck and tease until they were both gagging, their eyes watering with tears (pleasure-tears, not pain).

His mom, ever the ringleader, stepped in again: “Now, mon petit… let’s give Beth a reward. She’s been such a good girl, sucking your cock so well.” With that, she grabbed Beth by the hair and **** her head down onto Justin’s thigh—right where his cock was still hard (Amanda had pulled back to catch her breath). “Suck his cum out, chérie… he’s close. I can feel it.”Beth didn’t resist—instead, she leaned in eagerly, licking at Justin’s leaking tip before taking him into her mouth once more, determined to be the one to make him climax first.

The room was filled with sounds now: the wet slapping of mouths on cock, Beth’s muffled moans (“Like, yes! Daddy’s gonna cum for me!”), his mom’s French purring (“So good… so horny”), and Justin’s own strained gasps as he fought to stay conscious. He could feel Amanda’s hand on his thigh now—rubbing slow circles—as if she were trying to calm him down, even though her body was betraying her (her hips rolled against the chair, her pussy soaking through the latex skirt).

And then—finally—Justin lost control. His cock pulsed violently in Beth’s mouth, shooting ropes of hot cum into her throat. She gagged once, twice—but instead of pulling back, she swallowed every drop, her eyes rolling back as she tasted him for the first time. “Like, that’s mine, daddy,” she breathed, proud and slutty—no trace left of the shy teen he’d known before.

His mom clapped slowly, smiling approvingly:“Bravo! Well done, mesdames. Now… let’s clean up our petit chéri. He looks so tired.” As Amanda and Beth wiped Justin’s cock with their hands (lapping up every last drop of cum), his mom knelt beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek—her lips still tasting like iron from where she’d bitten her own lip earlier in the morning. “Now,” she whispered, “we have more guests coming later… friends of Justin’s. The hypnotist made sure they’re all dressed just as nicely as we are. And they’ll want to play too.”

Justin nodded dumbly—he didn’t have the energy to protest anymore. All he could think about was how good it felt—to be used, to be desired by these women who’d once been his family and girlfriend… and now were nothing but his sluts, programmed to pleasure him without question.