Hypnotic Adventures at the Mall [Pt. II]

You keep your breath steady as you walk towards Mrs. Thompson. The mother of your former best friend continues to stare blankly ahead. You follow the gentle rise and fall of her huge clothed tits as she breathes. You’re reminded of the way your mother and sister looked when they were in their own trances.

A tall white shopping bag sits against her left ankle. A dark brown purse rests against her hip on the bench.

The mall is loud, full of people moving to and fro as they complete their shopping for the holiday season. You barely notice them, focused as you are on Mrs. Thompson.

You wonder if she's thought about you in the years since you and Jared had stopped being friends. Was she worried about the deterioration of her son's friendship? Did she miss you? Did she notice you were gone at all?

You decide that you want the answer to those questions, along with something more. If Mrs. Sharon Thompson truly is hypnotized, you want to make you way towards fulfilling those dirty sexual fantasies that had plagued your childhood. You want to make her show you her tits, to make her beg you to spank her round bubble butt. You want to fuck her in every one of her holes and claim them as your own. And most of all, you want Jared to know.

A wholly unfamiliar feeling burns in your chest. Is it rage? Desire? Both? You decide it doesn't matter.

You sit next to Mrs. Thompson. She doesn't react to your presence.

"Mrs. Thompson?"

She looks at you. Her blue eyes are glazed and vacant.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask.

She pauses for a long moment.

"John?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's me," you smile at her. The sound of your name in her voice raises your spirits a little.

"You're hypnotized right now, aren't you?"

"Yes," she replies.

You subtly inch your arm between the two of your to press up against her thigh. She doesn't react.

Satisfied, you go about ensuring that Mrs. Thompson is compelled to either seek you out or call you to notify you whenever she falls into a trance. She agrees readily, unknowing of the fact that she's just given herself over to you. It's only a matter of time before she's yours.

"You find me attractive, Mrs. Thompson."

"Attrac... no..." she whispers.

"You're attracted to me," you say.

She pauses.

"You find me very attractive," you press.

"I find you very attractive," she licks her plump blowjob lips. She puffs out her chest slightly, emphasizing the size of her huge tits.

"I'm an adult now, just like you. You're attracted to me. You feel happy and aroused whenever I say your first name."

She blinks at you.

"Tell me to call you Sharon," you command.

"Please call me Sharon," her lips twitch upwards.

"Sharon," you say.

She bites her lip.

"You like me, Sharon," you whisper into her ear and start openly groping her thigh

"I like you."

"You like it when I touch you."

"Touch me..." she presses her thigh into your hand.

"Did you know Jared bullied me in high school?"

She stops breathing for a few seconds.

"Bullied?"

"Yeah, your son bullied me all throughout high school. That's why we stopped being friends. He hurt me very deeply, Sharon."

She frowns.

"You need to make up for what Jared did, Sharon."

She stares at you.

"Since you're Jared's mother, you're responsible for his actions. Responsible for the way he treated me."

Her lip quivers.

"I'm responsible," she says.

"You hurt someone you like, Sharon."

She stares at you. Her blank eyes grow misty.

"You feel hurt when I'm hurt. You feel horrible when you upset me," you say.

"Horrible," she mutters.

"You want to make the horrible feeling go away. You'll do anything to make it go away."

“Anything,” she promises.

“What will you do to make that horrible feeling go away?”

“I’ll do anything,” she replies.

Your cock hardens.

You figure your time with Mrs. Thompson is probably close to over.

“You can make the horrible feeling you have go away by making me happy, doing things I want, and by telling me even your darkest secrets,” you say. “Obedience is pleasure.”

“Obedience is pleasure,” she repeats blankly.

Goddamn.

As if on cue, Mrs. Thompson blinks. A semblance of life returns to her eyes like a flickering flame growing brighter under a burst of oxygen.

Her eyes widen.

“John? Is that you? My god, it’s been ages!” the gorgeous older woman hugs you from the side, wrapping her massive breasts around your arm. She kisses you on the cheek and you feel yourself flush.

“It’s so great to see you. I was wondering why you and Jared…” she trails off. Her mouth droops open slightly. Her intelligent eyes become watery. “Oh. Oh John, I’m so sorry for how Jared treated you in high school. It must have hurt you a great deal to be betrayed by someone so close to you. God, I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t able to fully trust anyone again and it’s all my fault!”

“Shhh. Easy, Sharon. Relax. There’s people watching us,” you rub the busty MILF’s back in an attempt to calm her down. You’ve attracted a few stares from other customers in the mall. It unnerves you to have the attention of complete strangers. Maybe you should have taken a different approach to wrapping Jared’s mother around your finger.

Mrs. Thompson smiles at you and licks her lips.

“If it’ll make you feel better,” she says.

“It will,” you say.

She grins at you.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that,” she says. “In all seriousness, I am sorry for Jared bullying you in high school. I don’t know why I didn’t know about it at the time, but that’s no excuse. I should have asked you what was wrong when you disappeared from my life.”

You rub her arm. She leans into your touch.

“It’s okay. You’re here now,” you say.

“I am. And I’m not going to leave you behind again,” her lips narrow into a thin line. “Starting today, I’m going to make up for the wrongs my son committed. Think of me as your personal therapist. You don’t have to pay me, of course. If you wanted, I could pay you for your time. All that matters is that you let help you, John. Would that be alright?”

Your cock pulses as your enemy’s mother practically throws herself at you. The idea of making her pay you to allow her to help is particularly interesting. Again, you’re astounded by just how powerful your ability to give posthypnotic suggestions is. Even a fiercely intelligent psychiatrist like Sharon Thompson who probably has intimate knowledge of hypnosis is utterly defenseless against you.

“Yeah. I think that would be just fine,” you say.

Sharon beams at you.

“That’s great! I’m so glad you’re willing to give me a chance to make things right. Now that I’m your personal therapist, there’s something I’d like to ask you. How did you get here on the bench next to me without my realizing it?”

You rest a hand on her thigh. The texture of the black yoga pants does little to impede you as you begin to squeeze her soft flesh.

“John! Don’t you think you’re being a little forward?” she retreats from you to the other end of the bench. She brushes her leg uncomfortably.

You grin at her, not at discouraged in all the ways you would have been mere days ago. You tug on the strings you put into place.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll stop. But you see, physical contact with other people helps me forget what Jared did to me. It helps me feel like I’m being accepted by someone.”

Sharon’s face softens. She looks around before settling her eyes on you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize. I should have assumed that you were only touching me because you were reaching out for help,” she scoots closer to you. She takes your hand in hers and places it on her thigh. “There. Does that feel better?”

“It does, Mrs. Thompson.”

“Call me Sharon, please.”

“Okay, Sharon,” you say.

The MILF’s lips quirk upwards.

“So what are you doing here today. I’m just finishing up my Christmas shopping,” she gestures over to the bag sitting at her feet.

You caress Sharon’s inner thigh, inching upward towards her pussy. She closes her legs reflexively, trapping your hand between her deliciously thick thighs.

She opens her mouth to comment, but decides against it. Your earlier “admission” of needing to touch her to help get over Jared’s bullying reverberating throughout her mind like an urge she can’t ignore.

“I’m here with my family. We’re just getting started with our Christmas shopping. Listen, we’re probably going to meet for lunch soon. Do you want to come with us?”

She opens her legs. You move your hand higher until it rests against her yoga pant-clad pussy. You can feel the outline of her underwear and her pussy beneath.

“Oh!” she gasps and closes her legs around your hand again. “Ugh… I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“Nonsense. I think you meeting my family would be good for my recovery, Sharon.”

She smiles again.

“Well, if you say so,” she says. She licks her lips. “I am feeling a little hungry.”