Sophie Goes to Pick up Her Mommy

Sophie moaned softly in her sleep, her thighs rubbing together beneath the sheets as the dream unfolded with vivid clarity. Mommy knelt on all fours, her plump ass raised high, fingers circling her slick clit with lazy and gentle expertise. The sight sent waves of heat through Sophie’s body—her own nakedness pressed flush against Mommy’s side, their skin glistening under the dim glow of imagined candlelight.

"Mommy, you’re so pretty," Sophie murmured, her voice thick with adoration, reaching out to trace the curve of her mother’s spine.

"Isn’t hypnosis the best?" Mommy sighed, her voice dripping with blissful surrender. Before Sophie could respond, Mommy turned her head and captured her lips in a searing kiss, her tongue sliding possessively into Sophie’s mouth. The minty taste of her made Sophie whimper, her hips rocking forward instinctively.

Then, a cheerful giggle broke through the haze: "You hypnotized our sexy Mommy, huh? And you hypnotized me too, didn’t you, sis?" Elizabeth, Sophie’s older sister, knelt beside them, her naked body taut with excitement, fingers already teasing her own dripping folds.

Sophie grinned, her lips glistening from Mommy’s kiss. "Of course I did," she murmured, reaching out to tangle her fingers in Elizabeth’s silky raven-colored hair—so like Mommy’s—and pulling her into a deep, wet kiss. Elizabeth moaned into her mouth, her hips bucking forward as she ground against Sophie’s thigh.

Elizabeth’s ass was gloriously plump—soft, round globes that jiggled with every eager thrust of her hips. Sophie palmed one cheek, kneading the supple flesh as her sister whimpered. Creamy thighs, thick and lush, pressed together with slick arousal, glistening under the dim light. Sophie traced the dampness there, savoring the way Elizabeth shuddered beneath her touch.

"Mommy looks sooooo sexy," Elizabeth moaned, her fingers working furiously between her own thighs as she kissed Sophie deeper. "She’s perfect for Mr. Garner." Sophie could only nod, watching Elizabeth's face contort in ecstasy:

"I love being hypnotized so much," Elizabeth gasped against Sophie's lips, her breath hot and ragged. Before Sophie could respond, Elizabeth's eyes suddenly widened—her lips curling into a delirious grin—as Mr. Garner appeared behind Mommy, his towering frame casting a shadow over her pliant body. His thick arms encircled Mommy’s waist, hauling her up against him with a wet slap of flesh as he mounted her from behind, his gut pressing flush against her arched back.

Sophie whimpered at the sight—Mommy’s breasts swaying with each brutal thrust, her mouth slack with pleasure as Mr. Garner buried himself to the hilt. ""Do you think he will fuck me too?" Elizabeth panted, her fingers circling faster. "I love him so much!" Sophie tangled her hands in Elizabeth’s hair, pulling her into another messy kiss as she whispered: "Me too, he’s the best teacher ever."

Elizabeth gasped as Mr. Garner suddenly gripped her hips, his cock dripping from Mommy’s cunt before slamming into her tight heat. "Ohhh fuck!" she squealed, arching back into him, her ass jiggling with every snap of his hips. "Thank you, thank you, Sir!" she moaned, as Mommy grinded against her thigh—her slick coating Sophie’s skin—while Elizabeth’s back bowed in ecstasy.

Sophie kissed Mommy’s neck, tasting salt and lavender perfume, then turned to Elizabeth—her sister’s lips parted in a silent scream as Mr. Garner pounded into her. "You’re such a good girl," he murmured against her neck. Elizabeth nodded frantically, tears of bliss streaking her cheeks. "Only ‘cause Sophie hypnotized me to be," she gasped, nails digging into Sophie’s shoulders.

Then Sophie’s own orgasm hit—white-hot and merciless—her thighs clamping around Mommy’s fingers, back arching off the bed as she came with a shuddering cry. Her cunt pulsed violently, slick soaking the sheets, her mind dissolving into static. But just as she reached for Mommy’s wrist to beg for another—

The shrill ring of her phone shattered the dream. Sophie jerked awake, gasping, her body still trembling with phantom pleasure. Her room was dark, sweat-drenched sheets tangled around her bare legs. The phone buzzed insistently on her nightstand.

Elizabeth’s name flashed on the screen. Sophie hesitated for only a second before answering, her voice still thick with sleep. "Hey, Liz," she murmured, biting her lip as she imagined her sister's perfect curves—those full hips, the plush lips that always curled into a smirk.

"You sound wrecked," Elizabeth laughed through the speaker, her voice honeyed and teasing. "Finals are done. Flying home Friday." Sophie’s thighs clenched at the thought—her sister, right here, within arm’s reach. She could already picture it: Elizabeth sprawled on her bed, raven hair fanned out, eyes glazed as Sophie murmured hypnotic triggers into her ear.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad are excited," Sophie droned, tracing idle circles on her damp thigh. Her pulse thrummed as she imagined Elizabeth’s compliance—how easy it would be to guide her into Mr. Garner’s lap, her sister’s plush lips parting obediently as he whispered, Good girl. The wetness between her legs had nothing to do with sleep.

Elizabeth sighed through the phone. "Tell Mom not to go overboard with the decorations, okay? Last Christmas, she practically turned the house into a—" Sophie barely registered the words. Her fingers crept higher, picturing Elizabeth’s wrists pinned above her head, Mr. Garner’s thick fingers digging into her hips as she moaned, "Thank you, Sir!" like the eager little puppet she’d become.

"—Sophie? You even listening?" Elizabeth’s voice sharpened, snapping her back. Sophie smirked, pressing two fingers against her clit. "Mmm, yeah," she lied, breath hitching. "Decorations. Got it." She could already see it: Elizabeth’s first session, her body limp and pliant as Mr. Garner stroked her hair. The thought sent a violent shiver down her spine.

Elizabeth groaned. "God, you’re weird today. See you Friday" Sophie bit back a laugh, rolling onto her stomach as she said goodbye.

Her phone buzzed again the second she hung up—Mr. Garner’s name flashing on the screen. The text was a simple audio recording: "Sophie my dear, listen closely..."

Her fingers went slack. The phone slipped onto the mattress as her vision blurred at the edges. She blinked—once, twice—and suddenly she was standing under the shower’s scalding spray, shampoo suds dripping down her back. Hadn’t she just been in bed? The steam curled around her like phantom hands, coaxing her skin pink as she rinsed off with mechanical precision. By the time she toweled off, her hair was already half-dry, her favorite skirt and blouse clinging to her damp skin. A neon sign might as well have flashed in her skull: Go to Mr. Garner’s house. Right now.

The drive passed in flashes—stop signs she didn’t recall stopping at, intersections that blurred into streaks of color. Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator as his neighborhood crept into view, the streets lined with towering oaks that cast skeletal shadows across her windshield. When she pulled into his driveway, her pulse hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. The porch light flickered in greeting. She didn’t remember turning off the engine or climbing the steps, but suddenly her knuckles were rapping against the peeling paint of his front door.

It swung open to reveal Lynnette, standing fully nude in all her glory. Sophie blinked, her brain stuttering to process the sight—Lynnette’s petite frame bathed in golden lamplight, her pert breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, the smooth swell of her hips leading to a neatly trimmed patch of curls. She was flushed from head to toe, her lips parted in a dazed smile. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her collarbones, and Sophie caught the unmistakable scent of sex clinging to her skin.

"Hey!" Lynnette chirped, swaying slightly on her feet. "Mr. Garner said you’d be coming."

Sophie grinned, stepping forward to pull her best friend and fellow hypnosis afficionado into a tight hug—Lynnette’s body warm and pliant against hers, her skin humming with an energy that felt electric. "Missed you," she mouthed into Lynnette’s shoulder. Lynnette giggled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Sophie’s back.

"You have no idea what’s waiting for you," Lynnette murmured, her breath hot against Sophie’s ear as she tugged her inside with a playful yank.

The sight hit Sophie like a punch to the gut—Mommy slumped against Mr. Garner’s left shoulder, her blouse misbuttoned with one breast nearly spilling free, while Mei—Lynnette’s Mom—draped bonelessly over his right, her silk dress hiked up past her thighs to reveal a scandalous stretch of lace. Both women’s eyes were glassy, lips parted in slack-jawed obedience, their chests rising and falling in perfect sync as Mr. Garner’s fingers lazily traced circles on Mei’s exposed knee.

His robe had fallen open, revealing the thick, throbbing line of his erection straining against his boxers. The fabric clung obscenely to every vein and curve, the damp patch at the tip glistening under the lamplight. Sophie’s mouth watered as she watched him tenderly stroke Mommy’s hair with one hand while the other massaged Mei’s scalp, their bodies melting deeper into his touch with each pass of his fingers.

“That’s right, girls,” Mr. Garner murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Hypnosis feels so good, doesn’t it? So natural—like you were made for this.” Mommy whimpered in agreement, her fingers twisting weakly in the fabric of his robe as Mei let out a soft, shuddering sigh. “And isn’t it funny?” he continued, lips brushing Mei’s temple, “You’d never let yourselves fall under hypnosis. Couldn’t even if you tried.”

Sophie bit her lip to stifle a giggle. The lie was delicious—Mommy had resisted at first, squirming under Sophie’s whispered commands those first few nights. But now? Now her mother’s thighs trembled whenever Sophie or Mr. Garner uttered her trigger.

Lynnette’s smirk deepened, her fingers curling possessively around Sophie’s wrist as she leaned in. "Mommy was practically begging me at breakfast to come meet Mr. Garner after I subtly dropped the fact that he knew hypnosis," she whispered. "Kept biting her lip and adjusting her dress—you should’ve seen the way her thighs kept pressing together when I mentioned his name." A shiver ran down Sophie’s spine at the image—Lynette's Mom's usual poise and self-control crumbling.

Mr. Garner exhaled slowly, his pupils blown wide as he dragged his fingertips down Mei’s flushed cheek. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement, "tell me—is hypnosis the hottest thing you can imagine right now?" Mei’s eyelashes fluttered, her lips parting on a breathy moan before she nodded clumsily. "Yes, Sir," she slurred, her hips twitching against his thigh. "Feels…better than—than sex."

Sophie’s stomach clenched as Mommy whimpered in agreement, her fingers tightening around Mr. Garner’s sleeve. "Mm, same," she admitted with a dazed giggle, her free hand drifting unconsciously to her throat. "Never thought—hnn—never thought I’d love it so much." The raw honesty in her voice sent heat licking up Sophie’s thighs—her prim, proper Mommy reduced to a writhing mess just from words.

Mr. Garner smirked, lazily palming Mei’s hip as he leaned in. "Good girls." "Now imagine—really picture—the most forbidden, taboo thing you can think about." His fingers traced idle circles on Mommy's inner thigh, making her shiver. "Maybe something you’d never admit out loud. Something that makes your stomach flip just thinking about it." Mommy’s breath hitched audibly, her thighs pressing together.

Sophie watched Mei's eyes glaze further, her lips parting on a silent gasp as Mr. Garner’s thumb brushed higher. "Now picture being hypnotized to do it," he continued, his voice like molasses. "No guilt, no hesitation—just pure, shameless pleasure." Mei moaned softly, her body arching into his touch as if pulled by strings. Mommy also made a broken sound, her head tipping back against his shoulder, and Sophie knew—she could see it in the flutter of her lashes, the way her fingers trembled—she was imagining it.

And, suddenly, as Mr. Garner turned to Sophie and Lynette and spoke, Sophie couldn’t follow along with what Mr. Garner was saying any longer. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she felt so relaxed just listening to him talk. At times, she could tell he was still talking to Lynnette. At other times, he was talking to Mommy and Mei. And, often, he talked to her too.

She blinked—once, twice—and suddenly Lynette and her Mommy were both naked on the floor, 69ing, with Lynette's Mommy on top of her. Sophie couldn’t help but stare—Lynette's Mommy’s toned ass hovered just above Lynette’s face, her thighs trembling as she rocked back and forth. Lynette’s fingers dug into her Mommy’s hips, her moans muffled by the slick press of her tongue against her Mommy’s dripping folds. Sophie could see the glistening arousal coating Lynette’s chin, the way her lips stretched around her Mommy’s swollen clit. It was hypnotic—the rhythm of their bodies, the wet sounds filling the room.

Sophie’s breath caught as Lynette’s Mommy arched her back, her long, dark hair cascading down her spine like silk. Her skin was flawless—golden and smooth, untouched by time—and Sophie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way her muscles flexed with every movement. Lynette’s Mommy was elegance incarnate, even like this—her movements deliberate, her moans melodic. Sophie had always admired her, but now? Now she was a fucking goddess.

Lynette’s muffled whimpers filled the air, her fingers digging deeper into her Mommy’s hips as she sucked harder. Lynette’s Mommy threw her head back with a gasp, her thighs trembling violently as she rocked forward, grinding against her daughter’s tongue. Sophie could see the desperation in her movements, the way her body jerked erratically—like she was chasing something just out of reach. Lynette moaned against her, her own hips bucking involuntarily, her naked ass pressing into the floor.

Sophie tore her gaze away, only to find her own naked Mommy sprawled between Mr. Garner’s spread thighs, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Drool dripped down her chin, her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head with frantic urgency—like a woman starved. Her fingers clutched at his thighs, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she choked herself on him, her throat fluttering around his girth. Mr. Garner groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her deeper with each thrust. "That’s it," he rasped. "Take it all like the good little cocksleeve you are."

Mommy’s eyes were rolled back, her lashes fluttering as she gagged around him, her body trembling with each ragged breath she managed through her nose. The sight was filthy, intoxicating. Her prim, proper Mommy—the woman who’d scolded her for wearing shorts that were too short—now had tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she deep-throated her daughter’s teacher like her life depended on it. Mr. Garner smirked down at her, his free hand tracing the shell of her ear. "Bet you never imagined you’d love sucking cock this much, huh?" Mommy whimpered around him, her hips jerking against empty air.

He leaned forward, gripping the base of his cock as he shoved it deeper, watching her throat bulge obscenely. "Last night was fun," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "You were so ****—begging me to hypnotize you even further. Couldn’t stop rubbing your clit while I whispered all the filthy things I’d make you do." Mommy’s moan vibrated around him, her fingers scrabbling at his thighs.

"And you begged," he continued, fucking her throat in brutal, measured strokes. Each word punctuated by the wet slap of skin. "Begged me to make you forget everything except my cock." Mommy gagged, her fingers clawing at his thighs—not to push away, but to pull closer. "To be my perfect little slut, drooling for it, dreaming about it." A thick strand of spit stretched between her lips as he pulled out just enough to smirk down at her ruined face. "Look at you—already there."

The last word was barely out before he slammed her back down, his hips pistoning as he skullfucked her in earnest. Sophie watched, transfixed, as Mommy’s body went limp—her throat swallowing instinctively around each thrust while her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides.

"You came so hard when I told you to moan your husband’s name," Mr. Garner taunted, his voice rough with exertion. "Remember? Fucking yourself on my fingers while you whimpered about how much better my cock felt?" Mommy’s answering moan was garbled, her lips glued around his girth as tears streaked her mascara down her cheeks.

Sophie’s breath hitched as he yanked Mommy’s head back by her hair, leaving his cock glistening with spit. "Admit it," he growled, slapping his shaft against her flushed face. "You’d rather **** on me than kiss him ever again."

Mommy’s whispered "Yes, Sir" was barely audible, but the way her tongue darted out to lick the pre-come beading at his tip said everything. Behind them, Lynette’s muffled scream signaled her Mommy’s climax—her back arching as she ground her dripping pussy against Lynette’s mouth in ruthless, shuddering waves.

Sophie met Mr. Garner’s gaze across the room, his smirk widening as he lazily stroked Mommy’s hair. The pride swelling in her chest was almost painful—this was everything she’d fantasized about since the first time she realized her hypnosis fetish. Now here she was, Mommy's conditioned obedience laid bare between them, her lips swollen and glistening around his cock like she’d been born for it.

Stepping forward, Sophie grabbed a fistful of Mommy’s hair, wrenching her head back until their eyes locked. “Pathetic,” she sneered, relishing the way Mommy’s breath hitched at her tone. “You’re barely even trying. Is this how you repay Mr. Garner for all he’s given you?” Mommy’s lips trembled, her pupils blown wide with submission—she didn’t even flinch when Sophie spat the words “filthy slut” directly into her face.

Sophie tightened her grip, forcing Mommy’s gaze down to where Mr. Garner’s cock twitched against his stomach, flushed and leaking. “Look at him,” she hissed. “He deserves better than your lazy mouth.” Mommy whimpered, her thighs pressing together as arousal visibly dripped down her inner thighs. The scent of her desperation hung thick in the air, mingling with Lynette’s Mommy’s moans from across the room.

“S-sorry,” Mommy gasped, her voice wrecked from throatfucking. “I’ll—I’ll do better, baby.” The pet name slipped out like a reflex, the same one she’d cooed when Sophie was little, now drenched in obscene submission. Sophie’s stomach clenched at the twisted familiarity. “Please,” Mommy begged, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum glistening on Mr. Garner’s tip. “Let me make him cum. I need it.”

Sophie’s fingers plunged into Mommy’s soaked cunt without warning, making her shriek as two digits curled viciously inside her. “Disgusting,” Sophie snarled, dragging her fingers out dripping and painting Mommy’s flushed cheeks with her own arousal. “You’re getting wet from this? From your own daughter calling you a worthless whore?” Mommy’s hips jerked forward, chasing Sophie’s retreating fingers with a broken moan. “Look at you—my nasty, incestuous Mommy.” She smeared the slickness over Mommy’s trembling lips. “You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you? While Mr. Garner watches?”

Mommy’s eyelids fluttered, her mouth falling open as she licked Sophie’s fingers clean with shameless hunger. “Y-yes,” she admitted, the word muffled against Sophie’s skin. “Wanted it… since you turned eighteen.” The confession punched the air from Sophie’s lungs—Mommy had fantasized about this long before hypnosis. Mr. Garner’s laughter curled around them like smoke.

Sophie recoiled with a mocking gasp, seizing Mommy’s chin. “Gross,” she hissed, though her pulse throbbed between her own thighs. “You don’t deserve him.” With a brutal shove, she **** Mommy forward—just as Mr. Garner gripped her hair, guiding his cock between her lips. “Make him cum,” Sophie ordered, grinding her heel against Mommy’s thigh. “Show him what a filthy, incestuous pervert you are.”

Mommy moaned around his girth, her hands scrabbling at his hips as she swallowed him to the root. She slurped and slurped while her throat convulsed around each thrust.

Behind them, Lynette’s scream tore through the room as her Mommy came again, grinding against her face with abandon. Sophie didn’t look away from Mommy’s tear-streaked face as Mr. Garner fucked her throat raw, her own fingers sticky with proof of Mommy’s depravity. Sophie licked her fingers slowly, never breaking eye contact as Mommy gagged around Mr. Garner’s cock.

Mommy’s thighs trembled violently, her fingers digging into Mr. Garner’s hips as he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. Sophie could see the exact moment he lost control—his grip tightening in Mommy’s hair, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Mommy’s throat bulged obscenely as he came, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she swallowed every drop. She made wet, choked sounds as Mommy’s own orgasm hit seconds later—her body convulsing, her thighs clamping together as she collapsed against Mr. Garner’s legs, limp and panting.

Sophie crouched beside her, fingers tracing Mommy’s spit-slick lips. “Not bad, whore” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock praise. “But this was just the beginning.” Mommy blinked up at her, dazed and blissed-out, her chest heaving. Sophie leaned in, her breath hot against Mommy’s ear. “Next week, Elizabeth comes home.” Mommy whimpered, her hips jerking at the mention of her eldest daughter. Sophie smirked. “And you’re going to help me break her.”

Mommy’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the carpet. Sophie traced the shell of her ear, her voice a whisper. “Imagine it—Elizabeth spread out for Mr. Garner, just like you. Begging for his cock, moaning your name while he fucks her.” Mommy shuddered, her thighs pressing together as arousal dripped down her inner thighs. Sophie’s grin widened. “You’re going to hypnotize her yourself. Turn her into a slut just like you.” She pressed a kiss to Mommy’s temple. “And then we’ll watch her fall apart.”

Mr. Garner’s chuckle rumbled through the room as he carded his fingers through Mommy’s hair. “Sophie’s right,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’ve done so well, sweetheart. But Elizabeth needs you.” Mommy whimpered, her lips parting as he traced her swollen mouth. “And don’t worry about your husband,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’ll be happy—too happy to notice anything.” Mommy’s eyes fluttered shut, her body slackening under his touch. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Sophie tugged Mommy’s blouse closed with a smirk, her fingers lingering on the damp fabric clinging to her mother’s chest. “Time to go,” she murmured, pulling Mommy to her feet as she sheepishly followed.

Behind them, Lynette’s Mommy let out a high-pitched moan—Sophie turned just in time to see Mr. Garner flip her onto all fours as he mounted her from behind. The wet slap of skin filled the room as he plunged into her without preamble, Lynette's Mommy's manicured fingers scrambling for purchase. “Fuck—yes! Harder!” she screamed, her back arching obscenely as he pistoned into her. Sophie watched, transfixed, as her breasts swung wildly with each brutal thrust, her moans escalating into animalistic whimpers—like a bitch in heat, **** for every inch.

Mommy froze beside Sophie, her breath hitching as Mr. Garner reached around to grip Lynette's Mommy's throat, yanking her upright against his chest while never slowing his pace. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, her lips parted in a silent scream as he drilled into her, the wet squelch of her cunt echoing off the walls. “Look at her,” Sophie whispered, guiding Mommy’s chin toward the spectacle. “That’s what happens when you’re a good girl for Mr. Garner.” Mommy shuddered, her thighs pressing together as arousal visibly darkened her skirt.

As Sophie led her dazed Mommy out the door, Lynette's muffled laughter drifted after them—Sophie glanced back one last time to see Lynette sprawled beneath her Mommy’s thrusting body, licking her bouncing tits with gleeful abandon. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing in the symphony of moans and skin slaps, but Sophie knew—this was far from over. Elizabeth’s arrival would make this look tame.