Hypnotizing Mom Ch 07

It was as if I was shrouded in a deep haze. Was I really blindfolded, laying completely naked, bound, spread eagle on my son's bed. How could my boy do this to me? How could I let him? Did I really get dressed like that and go to that awful store? Am I really telling my son this story of me being used like a whore? Oh God, did it actually happen, am I making it all up? Are these fantasies I've hidden from myself. Is this all a dream? DEAR JESUS, JUDY, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!

Eric's voice, just above a whisper, "Come on mom, what happened next?"

I stared at the darkness. I was aware funky mixture of my own sweaty body, my now stale perfume scent and the odor emanating from my full opened pussy. I tugged on the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Was I awake, was this dream, fantasy going to continue?

"Mom!" Eric's voice now mixed with annoyance and a sense of urgency, his fingers dancing inside my cunt. I felt his smooth, warm skin pressing against my side. His rock hard penis rubbing slightly on my exposed thigh between my stocking and garter belt. I became aware of his own, youthful, testosterone laden aroma. "Well, you're still on the floor and the old man has spent his load. You skirt is hiked up. You've got cum all over your face and then?"

I took a breath, "Eric, I heard the clerk roughly telling the old man to move. My first thought was he was finally coming to my rescue, that thought quickly vanished. As the old man shuffled aside, the young clerk stood in his place. His jeans and boxers down around his knees as I stared at his hairy thighs. I looked up to see him holding the base of his stiff circumcised dick. It was almost six inches long and slender.

"'Get up here and suck it lady,' he said sharply. I looked past his cock at his face. He glared down at me. 'Do it,' he ordered again.

"I raised my self ass off my calves until my mouth was level with the blood filled purple head of his cock. I parted my lips and sucked the entire tip of the young man's dick into my mouth."

Eric interrupted me, "God mother, you didn't even hesitate, you didn't protest, you didn't beg him not to make you do it? You whore!"

My son added a third finger into my cunt. He twisted, turned and stabbed them as deep as he could inside me. I winced in pain and moaned loudly, but this only spur Eric on, as he rammed his fingers up to the knuckles against the opening of my pussy. I wanted to yell and tell him, it's only a story, I was making it all up, but I just answered him as if it had taken place.

"No," I moaned as his fingers punished me, "I didn't resist. I gave in. I sucked his cock into my mouth. The rancid taste of the old man was replaced with the young man's sour flavor. I breathed through my nose inhaling his comparably fresh pubic scent. He let me suck his cock. I looked ip and our eyes met. His face softened as he watched me work on his cock.

"He took a step back and his dick made a popping sound as he pulled it from my lips. He ordered me to stand, bend over and place my hands against the wall. I stood, catching my balance by leaning on the wall. My pantyhose, still only halfway down my thighs, made it hard for me to stand in my high heels. He shouted at me to bend over more and move my ass backward. I leaned over as far as I could. My palms were pressed against the wall. My hair was hanging down on either side of my face. I tried to look over to the doorway where the other men had been standing before, but all I could see were their feet.

"I looked straight down at the floor as I saw some cum and saliva drip off me and land. I felt the young the young man's hands on my skirt as he was pushing up and over my ass again. Then I felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down between my pussy lips. He murmured above a whisper that I was really wet that I must being enjoying this. I screamed at him, 'Please NO! Don't do this! Please!' He pulled his cock tip from my pussy entrance. He calmly asked who I was buying this stuff for, my husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, some stranger I'd pick up at a bar. I started to sob; he smacked my ass hard and repeated the question. I told him I couldn't tell him. He smacked my butt again harder in the same spot and demanded to know. I blurted out, 'My son, I'm buying these things so my son can see me in them.'

"It seemed like the world had stopped. There was no sounds in the room. Everything was still. The the young man asked if I had said 'my son'. I sobbed, 'Yes, they are for my son to see me in.' He asked me if I fucked my son, I sobbed one word, 'Yes'. He snorted, 'DAMN' and them shoved his entire cock into my sloppy wet pussy.

"He held on to my hips and started to fuck me. Driving his whole cock into me with each thrust. My hands pinned against the wall. My hair swaying back and forth with each push. He let go of my hips and leaned over my ass. Then I felt him probing my pussy with his fingers and then he started to rub my clit. I started to cry loudly as my body betrayed me."

Eric now started to rub my clit, firmly and vigorously up and down as if he was mimicking what I was telling him the store clerk was doing to me. My son whispered into my ear, "You liked being force fucked by that man didn't you mother. You liked feeling his cock penetrate you, dominate you, humiliating you in front of all those other men, didn't you mother."

I screamed, "Yes," as I came. My body arched, my toes tried to curl in my heels. I pulled on the restraints, my body thrashing on the mattress. My thighs shuddering. The orgasms taking over all of me. My mouth wide open as I tried to catch my breath. I envisioned my son watching me cum, watching my whole body taken over with pleasure.

As I settled down back into the bed and my body recovered with my breathing. My son kissed and licked my bicep. His lips traveled up and lapped at my sweat filled armpit, making my body shiver. He then moved to my shoulder and then my neck and whispered into my ear, "What happened next mom. I know they weren't done with you. Tell me mom, what happened next."

I stared into the darkness, asking myself, 'What happens next? What's happening now?' I'm telling my son a story of me being gang-raped in an adult novelty store, tied spread eagle on his bed, blindfolded, wearing a black bra, garter, stockings and strapped high heels as he fingers my pussy and kisses and licks my skin.

My body now relaxed from the intense orgasm, I put myself back in the backroom of the adult store. The palm of my outstretched hands still bracing me against the wall, the young clerk's cock still embedded in my pussy.

i sighed loudly, "Eric, as my body stopped shaking from my orgasm, the clerk, grabbed hold of my hips tightly and jammed his rock-hard cock deep into my cunt. I felt it expand inside me then a gush of his cum spewed inside my already saturated pussy. He grunted that he was cumming and I could feel his dick pulsate inside me. My pussy filled with his cum and my own juices, I could feel it leaking out if me and down my inner thighs.

"As his orgasm ended, he breathlessly asked, 'Did you hear her? She fucking her son! She's buying this shit to wear while her son fucks her.'

"I heard three voices answer at the same time, 'Yeah, we heard,' as the clerk released his grip on my hips and his now limp sick slipped out of my gaping, dripping cunt.

"My hands slid down the wall as my knees buckled. I was crumpled on the floor, laying in cum, sweat and saliva."

Eric responded, "So mom, you admitted to them that you suck your son's cock, my cock. That you let me fuck you. They don't know how old I am, do they mom? Just think of the images they have in their minds of you on your back, thighs spread wide, your feet dangling in the air as your little boy fucks you."

My son started to press and move his cock against my exposed thigh between my socking and garter belt. It was slick with his pre-cum. He took long lick with the flat of his tongue along the skin of my neck, shoulder and armpit. His fingers dipped into my well lubricated pussy. He withdrew then, coated my stiff clitty with my own juices, massaged the knob for a few moments, then repeated his playful antic.

Without any coaxing, or response to my son's query, "As I lay sobbing on the dirty floor, I felt a hand snatch a fist full of my hair and drag me by the head away from the wall. Whoever it was tersely demand that I get on all fours. I obeyed, my sobbing ceased. I stopped pleading, begging, hoping to be rescued and gave in.

"My knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor. I pushed myself up, straightening my elbows. I looked through watery eyes to to see the head of a circumcised cock inches from my face. Not waiting for the dictate, I lowered my head and sucked the spongy helmet into my mouth. His pre-cum was extra salty as i licked it off his pee-hole.

"I felt two hands under me, just below my stomach pulling me up, forcing my thighs off my calves and a stern demand that I spread my legs apart. I moved them apart as far as i could. The balled-up hem of my pantyhose and panties digging into my out stretched thighs. I was now on all fours. My elbows locked, my palms and fingers splayed out. My aching knees planted on the hard tile. The toes of my heels barely touch the floor. Whoever was behind me, pressed his knees between my thighs. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my vaginal canal and he shoved his cock into me, causing my head forward and gagging on the other man's dick as it went to the back of my throat. My toes raised off the floor as the two men started to saw their cocks into me.

"Eric, each time the man behind me pushed his cock into my pussy it forced my face onto the man's dick in front if me, making me gag each time. Drool was dripping off my chin in a steady stream. I was being skewered, with a cock fucking me from behind and the other in my mouth, I felt like a pig on a spit. I could feel the eyes other men in the room watching me, on all fours, being fucked."

Suddenly my son moved away from me and off the bed. "Don't stop mother, tell me more."

"The man from behind me let go of my hips, leaned forward and ran his hands under my blouse. He placed his hands on my tits and squeezed them firmly. He then pulled my bra up and off my tits. I felt them spill out of their cups and hang below me. He immediately grabbed hold of them again, scooping each breast in his hands and roughly started tp manhandle them. He told everyone gleefully, 'Damn, this bitch's tits are real man! They're so soft and, damn if they ain't more them a handful.' He dug his fingers into them as they both continued to rape me."

I felt Eric climb back on the bed, but before I could continue, he pressed something on my lips forcing my mouth open. I realized it was one of the rubber dildos I had bought.

He demanded, "Suck on it mother, pretend it's that man's cock."

My cheeks indented as I obeyed my son. The plastic taste and smell of the fake dick quickly past as I sucked on it. Then I felt pressure at the opening of my vagina as Eric started to screw the other dildo into my pussy. My muffled cry of pure pleasure escaped from around the dildo that was stuffed into my mouth.

"You like that mom? You like being penetrated at both ends? This is what it feels like mother, you filthy, little bitch."

Eric started to pump the dildo into my pussy as I willingly sucked on the fake phallus in my mouth, wanting to believe it was the real thing. I envisioned looking down on myself, bond, spread eagle, blindfolded on the bed. My son, fucking me with a fake cock while watching me suck on another.

Eric softly, yet assertively, took up the story, "The other men watching you. This middle-aged prim and proper woman, who strolled into the store. Neatly dressed, perfumed, confident, an air of superiority about her. Now, on all fours, her skirt pulled up over her ass and pantyhose pulled down mid-thigh. Her large tits sagging, being pawed at. She has a cock in her mouth and another up in her cunt, being impaled like a stuffed pig. Thats you mother, their bitch, to do as they please. And you confessed to them you're fucking and sucking your son. You are a complete, worthless slut mother. A slave to your own desires. It excites you to be degraded, abused, humiliated, used like a whore, doesn't it mother?"

Eric started to hammer the dildo in and out of my cunt with one hand while pinching, twisting and pulling on my clit with his thumb and index finger of his other hand. The other dildo nestled in my mouth. My tongue washing over and around it as I kept sucking on it as if it was a baby's pacifier. I twisted and turned in the restraints.

Eric rammed the fake cock hard against my cervix. "Can you hear them mother, teasing you, taunting you. One scoffing at you, asking if your little boy fucks your face like he's doing. The other guy, laughing, snorting, if your son fucks you like he's doing, from behind, you on all fours, like a dog. You know you have mother, that makes you crave their dicks even more, doesn't it, wishing it was my cock penetrating you, fucking you."

With that my body stiffened and a severely, intensely, painful, yet blissful orgasmic was released. I screamed around the rubber tube in my mouth. My back ached. My hands in fist. My wrists and ankles vainly pulling at my binds.

I slumped back on to the bed. My body covered in a thin film of sweat. Eric pulled the two dicks from my holes. I took a deep breath, as air rushed into my lungs and filling the void in my gaping, suddenly empty, cunt.

Eric exclaimed, "Jesus mom, you slut, that was incredible to watch. And if I ever wondered what the scent of sex smelled like, it smells like you do now mom. God, you smell deliciously funky."

Eric took a deep breath and just like that we went back to the adult store. "The man in front of you yanked his cock from your mouth and grabbed a fist full of your hair holding your head up. With his other hand he wrapped his fingers around his dick, pointed the tip at your face. He pumped his cock a few times then his dick flung a heavy glob of cum on your face. It covered your forehead. The next wave cut across cheeks and nose. The next landed on your lips. He pressed his cock head on your face and smeared his all over it. He was laughing at you, taunting you, asking you if this is what your son does to you. Then the man behind you took his cock out of your pussy and shot his load all over your ass. He was laughing along with the other man. After he stopped cumming, he let go of your hair and you slumped again to the floor. Now covered in their com. You didn't have long to recover. You felt someone standing over you. You didn't look up, just straight ahead. You saw pair of shoes covered with a pair of pants that had been dropped over them. You glanced up to see the black man's hairy calves. He then said in a deep voice, 'Kneel white bitch, you ain't done yet. Time you get treated to a real man.'

"You turned and looked up to see the tall, muscular black man standing over you. His semi-erect uncut cock was hanging between his well-toned thighs. It was already 8 inches long and its girth was as round as your wrist.

As you struggled to get to your sore knees, he reached down and offered you his hand. Your hand felt tiny in his strong grasp as he helped you to your knees.

"His voice directed you, 'Kneel like you is in church girl, like you is going to pray. Cause you is going to worship my nigger dick bitch.' You got to your knees, straightened your back and found yourself staring at the base of his cock. He moved his feet slightly apart and you saw his bull sized balls dangling behind his black, thick dick."

I imagined a thick, veiny, ebony cock inches from my face.

"He tells you to take it in your hands as you kneel, as if in prayer, before him. Your hands teach up, your slim, white fingers wrap around

his growing tube. Mother, you feel its weight, its heat. As you peel back its foreskin, it smells fresh, clean, not the distasteful, putrid odor as you had to endure earlier from that disgusting old man. You don't need any further instructions. do you mother. You want this magnificent godlike cock in your mouth. You want to taste this nigger's dark dick. You want to lick it, worship it, make love to it. Don't you mother?"

I gasped, loudly, "Yes, I want his cock in my mouth!"

Suddenly Eric forced the head of one of the dildos into my mouth. I could taste my own juices that it was coated with and realized it was the toy that had been buried in my pussy.

My son described what he was seeing, "Jesus mother, you're taking this black cock into your white face. Your red lips, locked around its thickness as you suck it into your mouth." Eric started to hump my thigh as he pushed more of the fake phallus into my face.

Then Eric was off me. He let go of the dildo and I continued to suck and lick the veined rubber in my mouth. The cuff around one of my ankles was loosened and removed, then the other. Was my son freeing me? I moved stretch out legs closer together.

I pushed the tip of the dildo up with my tongue, then sucked it back into my mouth.

Eric was wrapping a restraint strap just above my knee and then did the same to my other leg. I felt him climb on the bed and pulling my knee up on one side of my chest, forcing my calf and heeled foot into the air as he buckled and tightened the strap if the restraint tightly around my bicep. He repeated the same binding on my other bicep. My ass now off the bed and my sticking legs apart, with my feet dangling in the air.

What was my son going to do to me?

We were back in the book store. "The nigger takes a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back off his cock. Are you sad mother? Did you want to keep worshiping that nigger's black, slick, massive tool?"

Eric grabbed my hair and took the dildo out of my mouth. I could feel him move between my upturned thighs.

"The nigger tell you to get on your back. You obey. He orders you to grab the back knees and show him your plump white ass. You take hold of your knees and raise your feet into the air. He's smiling down at you, stroking his bull cock. Each time his fist moves up his dick, he peels back the foreskin, exposing its perfectly oversized head. He says to you, 'Bitch, I ain't sticking my cock in your pussy after these white men had you, this is going up your ass.' With that mother, he places the tip of his steel hardened cock against your asshole and before you can protest, he pushes his blood filled bulbous head past your sphincter."

Eric placed the tip of the large head of the black dildo against my asshole. Unlike, in the narrative he gave, I did protest, painfully pleasing with him, "OH PLEASE ERIC, HONEY, DON'T! IT'S TO BIG!" I imagined him looking down at me between my spread thighs, giving me an evil look and as he pushed the dildo's head in to my unprotected asshole. I screamed, "AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!"

The pain was so intense, I saw tiny white flashes through the darkness of my blind folded eyes. My son mimicked the story he was telling me. "The nigger slowly pushed his almost dry cock into your ass mother!"

Again, I screamed and pleaded with him, Eric, PLEASE BABY! IT'S TO BIG! IT'S TEARING ME APART!". The large rubber tube stretched my inner ass tissues apart. When he had it embedded in my ass, he started to fuck me. "That's it white bitch. You should feel honored to be taking my black dick up your ass! You pathetic, son fucking slut."

I was sobbing loudly. My son, abusing, raping my ass! The pain overwhelmed me. I thought I would pass out. Suddenly, Eric pulled the black cock out of me. I took a deep breath. I felt the straps holding my legs up and apart release. As my heeled feet landed on the bed, I felt Eric's weight on top of me. In the same motion, his stiff dick slid easily into my over lubricated pussy.