Hypnotizing Mom Ch 06

I sat staring at my half naked body in the mirror. My large sagging tits, the droopy look of my face. My youthfulness, long gone. A middle-aged woman stared back at me. Was that really me?

I stood, pulled down my pj bottoms and stepped out of them. I looked again into the mirror. Yes, that frumpy looking old lady was me. I shrugged, walked to my bedroom door, closed it, locked it.

I didn't want any intrusions, distractions. I wanted some solitary me time. I went into the bathroom, turned on the tub tap, tested the water with my hand until it was hot and plugged the drain. I reached under my sink cabinet. I found the container of medicated bubble bath and poured in a good amount. I sat on the edge of tub watching the suds grow. My thoughts drifted to images of my son. Him standing over me. His young firm cock in my mouth. His face buried in my pussy with my hands holding his head there. The look on his face when he came. Was it all real, it felt real? Was it all just a hypnotic illusion? Was it a fantasy, a desire, I want fulfilled? Where did these thoughts, images, even come from?

"Oh Jesus!" I called out loud, as I noticed the water was passing the over flow of the tube and the bubbles where escaping over the sides. I laughed and turned off the tap.

I stood, dipped my toes through the sudsy bubbles. I winced, the water was very hot. I slowly dipped my foot through the foam into the tub, then the other foot. I slowly lowered myself, letting my calves and thighs getting used to the near scorching water. When my butt it the water I lifted it up quickly. Then I eased my ass backdown, I cringed as my pussy touched the water.

My whole body tingled as I submerged into the steaming water. I let out a satisfying, "AH", as I leaned my head on the back of the tub. The heat soaked into flesh. I closed my eyes. I let my mind go blank, shutted out the varied incestuous, disturbing images and thoughts.

I concentrated on the soothing warmth and silky texture of the water, skimming my hands just below the surface, causing a small wave to ripple across the surface.

"Sleep mom, sleep," Eric's voice was so soft, so sweet, it didn't startle me. His tone relaxed me even more. I listened to him give me detailed instructions for me to follow the rest of the afternoon. He asked me if I understood. I replied I did. Then there was silence.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I was alone. 'Strange,' I thought, 'I could have sworn Eric was talking to me.'

The water turned tepid. I released the plug, turned on the tap. When the water ran hot again, I turned on the shower and rinsed the silky film covering my body. I ran my hands over my legs. They were smooth, barely any stubble, no need to shave. I put my face up to the stream letting it splash against my face. I shampooed and conditioned my hair, rinsed it out, turned off the shower and toweled myself off. I wrapped my hair in a towel turbin and another around my chest, that barely covered my behind. I started to reach for the deodorant, "No deodorant," Eric's voice, like a thought, stopped me. I paused, then walked out of the bathroom and sat at my vanity.

I felt like I was in a daze. I knew what I was doing, but yet, I was unsure why or what I had done or was to do next. I was in the moment. I looked at myself in the vanity as I applied my make up. I reminded my image, "Not as heavy as before." I squinted at myself, was I following instructions? I shrugged, whatever.

I gave myself one last look and went back into the bathroom, removed the turban and blew dried my dark brown hair, brushing it out. I left it a little frizzy, giving it more volume and body. A thought echoed, again in my son's voice, "It looks sexier that way."

Back in my bedroom I picked out a black support bra and black panties. I put them on and then pulled on black support pantyhose. I looked in the full-length mirror. The support bra and pantyhose covered an assortment of my aging bodies imperfections.

I picked out a light, white, sheer cotton blouse, which revealed the outline of my black bra. Next, I tugged on a tight skirt that only stretched down two a couple inches above my knees. Again, I buckled on my three-inch ankle strapped heels.

I turned from side to side examining my encased body in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. This was the same outfit I'd wear when I went to Travel conventions. It seemed to draw a few more male clients and fellow agents to my booth.

The final touche, a spritz of strawberry scented perfume. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and smiled, lipstick, I forgot my lipstick. I layered on the classic red lipstick, smacking my lips together and thought, 'Okay, I'm ready,' then asked myself out loud, "Ready for what?"

I sighed, and walked over to unlock the bedroom door. A shiver ran over me. The door was already unlocked. I was sure I had locked it. Did Eric come into my room? Did he talk to me? How did he get into my bedroom? How and why would my son do that?

I opened the door and walked downstairs to the living room. Eric was sitting there watching a game on the TV. I was about to ask him about the locked door when he turned and said, "Come and let me see."

I forgot about the door and walked over in front of him. His arms stretched on the back of the couch. I stood there as he eyed me up and down. He instructed me, "Turn." As I started to move, he added, "Slowly." I obeyed. "Arms straight out." I twirled slowly letting my son examine me.

He smiled, "Damn mother, you look good," with empathizing the word, "good."

Eric stood, unbuckled his jeans, letting them and his boxers fall to around his ankles. He sat back down and as if it was normal, said, "Before you go out and do what I told you to do, suck my cock."

For some ungodly reason, his brazen requst didn't startle me. Without hesitation I found myself moving over to him. I knelt between his bare wide open thighs, reached up and sucked the ripe, young circumcised head of my son's cock pass my moist red lips into my mouth.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, ran the tip of my tongue over his pee-hole, enjoying the mild salty taste of his pre-cum. Eric sighed, "God mom, it is so hot watching your face slide down my cock."

He let me make love to his cock. Eric's arms remained on the back of the couch. He didn't pump his cock into my mouth. He kept his body still and let me work on his tool. Licking it, sucking it, worshiping it, my boys tasty, succulent cock. I lashed at his dick with all the attention I could, wanting to please him, and at the same time, pleasing myself. I loved the smooth, yet firm, texture of it. The lovely feel of my son's penis in my mouth, feeling alive in my mouth then, much too soon, it expanded and the first glob of my boys sperm flooded my mouth and I gulped it down. The satisfactory sound of his groan came with the pent-up release of his seed.

The second surge of his cum again filled my mouth. I raised my lips and sucked on his circumcised helmet as he came. His luscious juice fed my perverse sexual need.

I continued to siphon the semen out of his throbbing member, until it was drained. I let his cock slip slowly from my lips and sat back on my calves looking up at my precious boy.

He had a pleased grin on his face. "Mom, you have a drop on the corner of your mouth."

I took my forefinger and swiped up the droplet of my son's cum escaping from the corner of my lips. I placed it on my tongue. I pressed the flat of my tongue against the roof of my mouth forcing its salty, bittersweet flavor into my tastebuds.

He turned the game back on. Looking around me at the screen and as an afterthought said, "Mom, your lipstick needs to be retouched."

I got off my knees and stood in front of him. He looked at me and with a little playful irritation in his voice, "Mom, I'm trying to watch the game."

I looked over my shoulder at the TV, shrugged, and walked out of the room. I glanced back at Eric, he was engrossed in the game.

I sat at my vanity. I closed my eyes and relived my son pumping his cum into my mouth, enjoying the after taste. I took a deep breath through my nose, opened my eyes. I looked at myself, the lipstick I had applied earlier was gone as if I hadn't put any on at all. I gave myself a devilish grin, Eric's dick must be smeared with it. I layered it on, smacked my lips. And thought again, 'I'm ready.' Then repeated the question, "Ready for what?"

I sighed and walked over to the bedroom door. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I looked at the knob. I must have locked it by accident when I came back up.

I opened the door and walked downstairs stairs to the living room. Eric was still sitting there watching the game. He turned and looked at me, "You look nice mom, you going out?". Then he looked back at the game. I moved in front of him. He said, annoyed, "Mom, I'm trying to watch the game."

I moved out of his way. I picked up my purse and keys. I looked over my shoulder as I left. Eric eyes never left the TV. My feelings were hurt. He acted like I hadn't just sucked his cock a few minutes ago and he had come in my mouth.

I turned on the car, buckled my seat belt. Where was I going, oh yes, to Adult DVD's and Boutique. I needed to pick up some things. I put the store's name in my GPS and pulled out of the driveway.

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There were a few cars in the parking lot. I pulled into a space next to the entrance. As I was getting out of the car, my skirt had ridden up and most of my legs were exposed. I realized how short the skirt was and smoothed it down as soon as I closed and locked the car door.

I entered and saw four men. Three turned and looked at me. One, an old, short man, was standing at the magazine rack. He eyed me up and down then focused his gaze on my ass and legs. Two younger men, probably in their late twenties were next to the dvd section. One was looking back at me, tapped his friend on the shoulder, whispered something and his buddy turned, gave me the once over. They started whispering back and forth, glancing back at me. The fourth man, looked to be Eric's age, was at the display of sex toys. He was staring at my chest. Apparently noticing my black bra visible through my blouse.

I blushed, standing just inside the door, clutching my purse.

"Can I help you lady?" The voice startled me. I turned to see a young man, mid twenties, long brownish hair, neatly trimmed beard, standing behind a raised counter, next to a register.

He looked down at me. I stuttered, "Um, yes, lingerie?"

He pointed, "Back room."

I nodded, "Thanks."

With a broad smile he added, "No problem, ma'am. Let me know if you need any help."

I smiled back and started to walk across the store to the room. My heels made a loud clicking noise on the tile floor, only drawing more attention to myself. I focused on the entrance to the back room. I felt like all eyes were on me, embarrassed, yet, enjoying the attention.

Everything in the back room was displayed so each type of undergarment was defined. I went over to the garter belt section, picked up a black, lacy one, checked the size and thought, 'this should fit'. Next to the belts were the stockings. 'The ones with seams; black, reinforced heel and toe, three pair.'

I kept moving to the next section, black laced crotchless panties and matching bra, with a whole for the nipples. I checked the sizes, 'these will do the trick.' I smiled at my little pun.

I turned, saw a hand basket and put the lingerie into it. I picked it up by the handle. I looked around the room, saw what I was looking for and walked over to a variety of collars and leashes. As I stood wondering which one to choose, leather, cloth, studded, plain, ones with rhinestones? I noticed the short older gentleman was suddenly standing next to me. He smelled like he hadn't bathed in a few days and he had alcohol on his breath.

"Getting ready for a party lady?", he said in a gravelly voice.

I tried to ignore him.

He continued, "You don't need to be rude; I'm just being friendly. You look good."

Suddenly I felt his hand on my butt cheek, gave it a squeeze and retorted, "Nice."

Then there was a familiar, but now stern voice, "Hey Mack, leave the lady alone, get out." It was the young long-haired man from behind the counter.

The old smelly guy moved his hand off me, grunted something beneath his breath and shuffled off and out of the room.

I looked at the employee and meekly said, "Thank you."

He smiled, "No problem," then added, as if speaking from experience, "get the cloth type, the leather ones tend to leave marks."

I smiled at him as he turned to let me shop in peace. I took his advice and picked out a black, adjustable cloth collar with rhinestones embedded in a crisscross pattern. It came with a six-foot leash. Right next to the collars, were the handcuffs and wrists and ankle restraints. I picked out some realistic metal handcuffs. Looking over the collection of restraints, I decided on a complete fleece restraint kit. I enjoyed reading and educating myself about what was included and instructions on how to use.

Satisfied with what I had chosen, I left the room and walked over to the sex toy display. My clicking heels, again, drawing the attention of the men in the store.

I almost collided with a tall, very dark, black gentleman walking out another doorway that led to some private booths to preview porno dvds.

He looked shocked and embarrassed as he saw me. He then gave me a wide lip toothy smile. As he walked over to the adult dvd section, he kept his eyes on me. I also eyed him, noticing his broad shoulders.

I looked up at the clerk, still behind his raised counter, he smiled and shrugged as he had witnessed the little scene play out.

I stepped over and stood in front of the sex toy display. The young boy standing here before was now looking at the dvd section. The old man was back thumbing through a magazine. I looked over the collection of toys, 'What am I supposed to get? Oh yes, an eight inch life like, flesh colored dildo and a ten inch, black one, with veins and wide girth.' I smiled, wondering if the African American man was watching me pick up the black dildo. I found the ones that matched the description and plopped them in the basket.

Now one last thing. A wireless remote-controlled vibrator. I picked the Bluetooth controlled one that inserts into the vagina.

I think that's it. I looked around the store. The four customers where no longer looking at me, but as my heels revealed I was on the move again, they all turned their heads.

As I lifted the basket up on to the counter, my rescuer smiled and asked, "Find everything you need?"

I returned the smile, "Yes I did, thank you."

As he rang up the dildo's and I looked in my purse. Strange, there was cash in my wallet, three, one-hundred-dollar bills.

He looked at the register, "Two-sixty-one, seventy-five." I handed the money to him and gave me my change.

Still grinning down at me as he handed me an Adult DVD's and Boutique labeled bag with my goodies.

I took the bag, bit my lower lip, "And thanks for back there."

He winked, "You're welcome, no problem."

As I walked out the store, I glanced back, to see the young clerk checking out my ass. I licked my ruby red lips thinking, 'I'll take that as a compliment.'

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I walked into the house. Eric was still sitting on the couch. He turned off the TV. The room was lit by the end table lamps. He lit a joint and smiled at me. "So, you did some shopping?" He took a long drag and held it.

I nod, yes. My feet together, my hands hung low in front of me, holding the bag. I could feel the tightness of my skirt and blouse. Even though I was fully clothed, felt vulnerable, naughty, like I had done something I shouldn't have.

Eric exhaled and asked, "Were you able to find everything ok?"

Again I nodded, yes.

"Let me see," he asked as he reached for the bag.

I handed it to him. He looked inside and got a big grin on his face. "Good, good, here, take a hit and tell me about your shopping trip."

I took the half spent joint from the table and lit it, taking a long drag. I held the smoke in, letting it saturate my lungs. Still standing, I started to tell him of my experience. "Well, I went in and there were five gentlemen in the store."

Eric interrupted, "What they look like?"

I smiled, "One was short and kinda old, two looked like they were in their late twenties, both tall, an African American gentleman, in his thirties, I think, one was a boy about your age and a youngish man, who worked there. He had long hair, in his twenties."

Eric took another hit, "Continue."

"I stood there and they all stared at me. I felt embarrassed, I mean, with the way I'm dressed. The young man behind the counter asked me if I needed help and I said, 'Yes, lingerie' and he pointed the backroom. When I walked to that room, my heels made a loud clicking noise on the tile floor and all those men were watching me. I almost bumped into that fairly tall, very dark, well dressed African American gentleman that was coming out of a hallway that held the dvd private viewing rooms."

It was my turn to take another puff of weed. I exhaled.

Eric looked at me with a mischievous smile, "Why you bad little girl, teasing those poor men. Come here." He waved me over to him. "Lift your skirt."

I stood next to him and tugged on the tight skirt, exposing my thighs.

My son, still with that same grin, motioned with his hands, "Higher."

I pulled harder, lifting the skirt over my plump butt.

He gave me a look that sent a shiver down my spine, "Over my knee, you've been naughty. You need a spanking."

My mouth opened and I hesitated for a brief second, then laid myself onto my son's lap. A spanking? The last time I was spanked was when I was a little girl and my daddy had spanked me for talking back to him. I could feel my pussy moisten as I anticipated the first blow.

Eric added, "Go on, you walked into the back room."

I knew my boy was looking at my pantyhose covered ass. I felt his hand slide over it, feeling the texture of the pantyhose and the firmness they gave to my butt.

"Well, I was picked out some lingerie, panties and bra and started to look at the collars when I noticed that little old man had followed me into the room and was standing next to me. He smelled awful. He started to speak to me and then he grabbed ass."

Eric interrupted, laughed softly, inquisitively, "He what?"

I repeated, "He grabbed my ass."

With that Eric's opened hand slapped me hard on my butt as he retorted, "You bad little girl, letting a stranger feel you up."

I yelped from the sting of his palm. I looked back at him and begged, "Honey, not so hard."

With that, the second spank he delivered to the opposite butt cheek was even harder. He scolded me, "Bad girls need to learn their lesson."

I reached back to smooth my ass, but he corrected me. "No, none of that. Keep your hands down." I moved my hands away as his hands gently massaged my butt cheeks.

Eric calmly said, "Go on."

I closed my eyes as they started to welling up, "I glanced over and noticed the store clerk has come in and...", before I could continue, SLAP, another spank as hard as the last one echoed in the living room as it landed in the same spot as the first. I let out a small girlish cry.

Eric asked, "Another guy was watching this little old man fondle your ass?"

Before I could answer, my son's hand found my other cheek, alternating his blows.

Tears dripped from my eyes and I whimpered, "Yes, he saw him, he told old man to leave me alone."

Eric chided me as his hand spanked my other cheek, not as hard as the last one. I bet you were upset that he made that little old man stop, weren't you?"