extrem incest

When I came home, she was in the kitchen doing something over the sink. The music from the radio was loud and she was swaying to the rhythm. I admired her ass encased in the skin tight shorts she liked to wear around the house. She’s only five two and her waist is narrow, which makes her ass look more prominent. It’s a perfect ass, a magnificent ass, and legs to die for. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders and she was barefooted.

I wanted to push her down over the sink, yank her shorts down and drive my hard cock deep in her wet pussy. I wanted to feel her ass smashing against my crotch and the smooth tightness of her legs against mine. I wanted to hear her moans, her pleadings for me to fuck her harder. I wanted to rut there, like a beast, until my cock exploded and filled her with my cum.

There were two women I desperately wanted to fuck, two that made me ache inside and caused wet dreams at night. Her and Julie Allison. I wasn’t fucking either of them and the way it looked, I never would. I sighed despondently. “Hi, Mom,” I said, walking toward her.

She was wearing an old cotton tee shirt cropped to leave her midriff bare. Her bra showed through the thin cloth, but something was different today. I could see her areolas and hard nipples.

I’d been in her underwear drawer to check out her things, so I knew the bra was a 34C. My Mom has great tits. Damn, I wanted to play with them and slide my dick between them, letting the head slide up until she took it between her lips and sucked it.

“Rick, where have you been?” she said curtly as she turned the radio off.

“Football practice.”

“I mean since then. Practice was over an hour ago.”

“Around.”

“Have you been at Julie Allison’s again?” “Why?”

“Dr. Allison called. She wants to talk to both of us about you and Julie.”

“What’s to talk about?”

“Stay out of the frig. Dinner’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”

“I’m starved.”

“Rick, look at me! Are you having sex with Julie Allison?”

Will wonders never cease? My Mom said the “S” word. What’ll happen next?

“What do you mean by sex?” I replied, drawing out the “s” to hiss slightly.

“I mean sex,” she replied, blushing furiously.

“Oh, come on, Mom. Be more specific.”

I took a step toward her. Her eyes widened slightly and she stepped back against the counter. She froze with her hands beside her as I kissed her on the cheek. She smelled good, like a woman should. I didn’t back off. I stayed right in her face and her big brown eyes were passive and wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. If Julie responded like that, my dick’d be in her before she could take another breath.

“What were you asking, Mom?”

“You and Julie,” she whispered.

“Me and Julie what?” I asked, moving nearer until her breasts were inches away from my chest and I felt the heat radiating from her.

“Please, Rick,” she whined as she squirmed away.

Those magnificent tits rubbed against me as she skittered past. God, my cock was hard. Couldn’t Mom tell I wanted her? Didn’t she know prancing around the house in those skimpy outfits was driving me mad? It wasn’t like she was getting any and she did bombard me with sexual signals. Maybe she wanted me to take me. Shit, I didn’t know what she wanted and I don’t think she knew either.

“Why did Dad walk out on us?” I asked.

Her courage returned when the center island was between us.

“We’re not talking about that right now. We’re talking about you and Julie. Are you having sex with her?” she said firmly, but there was a tremor in her voice.

“By sex, do you mean am I fucking her?”

“Don’t use that word around me, young man!”

“Well, Mom, what word would you like?”

“The word’s coitus. Or intercourse. But not that… that other word.”

“Mom, is coitus a noun or a verb?”

“What?”

“You know. Do I say ‘Let’s coitus, ‘ using it as a noun? Or do as I use it as a verb, like ‘I want to coitus you’,” I said, leering at her.

She held her breath so long I was afraid she’d pass out. When she did breath, her breasts rose like balloons being inflated. She gasped, then stammered, “I don’t know. Go look it up.” Her arms folded with her hands under her chin. “Rick, come back here. Where are you going?”

“You said go look it up and I was.”

“You haven’t answered my question. Are you having coitus with Julie?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I’m your mother and I want an answer this minute!” she squeaked shrilly.

“If you mean, am I fucking her, the answer’s no, but I’m fucking Tonya Phillips, the Fillmore sisters and Shelia Tuttle from Western High.”

Mom turned beet red, then paled as she sagged against the island before recovering to stare unbelievingly at me.

“If you mean am I eating her pussy and is she sucking my cock, the answer to that is no, too. Hell, Mom, Julie’s a prick tease with a capital “T”. I don’t think I’ll ever get to fuck her. Oh, I’m sorry, I mean coitus her.”

“Go to your room this minute!” she screamed as she turned purple.

The doorbell rang as I headed toward the stairs.

“I’ll get it,” I yelled.

I threw open the door to find my Grandpa.

“Rick,” he exclaimed, grabbing me in a bear hug.

“Grandpa,” I cried, bear hugging him back.

I’d hadn’t seen Grandpa since Mom and Dad spilt seven months ago although he lived only twenty miles away near the university where he taught chemistry. He’s my father’s father and Mom didn’t want him around.

She’d called him a squirrelly scientist type, but he was fun and he’d taught me a lot. Grandpa was like having your own personal science guy who happened to be horny all the time. We talked about girls more than we talked about science.

He didn’t look like a squirrel. He looked like a bear because he was six three with a barrel chest, thick, muscular arms and legs, and he was covered with hair from his fingers to his toes. His head was like a bear’s, too, thick and shaggy because Grandpa didn’t like haircuts, but he’d cut off the full beard he used to have.

Mom says I’m going to be just like him, but the way she said it I know she didn’t mean it as a compliment. You know, she’d said, “You’re worse than your father. You’re just like your grandfather” in an exasperated tone.

I don’t want you to think Grandpa was old because I didn’t think of him that way. He explained our age differences to me one time.

“I was sixteen and your Grandmother was fifteen when I knocked her up. Your Dad got to your Mom when she was seventeen. Figure it out. You’re thirteen, your mom’s thirty-one, and I’m forty-nine.”

Except that was two years ago and I was going to be fifteen in about a week.

“How are you, big guy?” Grandpa asked as he slapped me on the back.

Before I could answer, Mom said, “Karl, what are you doing here?”

“Hi, Vicki. How have you been?”

“Fine until now. I told you to never come here,” she said in a voice that’d hang icicles on a roaring fire.

She wrapped her arms around her middle. The tee shirt was tight as a second skin and her arms squeezed the side of her breasts making them move up and out even more prominently, like her nipples were going to pop through the cloth. I wondered if Mom’s conscious mind knew her subconscious was offering her tits to Grandpa.

“Can we talk?” he asked benignly.

“No. I want you to leave.”

“Please, Vicki. It’s about Rick’s birthday,” he pleaded.

“All right, but only for a minute,” she said with resigned anger in her voice. Mom looked at me. “Didn’t I send you to your room?” she asked.

“Oh, Mom, come on.”

“Don’t complain, Rick. Do as you mother says,” Grandpa said firmly.

That surprised me. I expected him to back me up. I clomped up the stairs, but I sneaked back down so I could listen.

“What do you want, Karl? Don’t touch me! Karl! No! Ummph,” Mom said. There was scuffling and Mom grunted before I heard a metallic click.

I couldn’t stand it. I had to see. Mom’s hands were handcuffed behind her. She was bent backwards with her heels trapped under her, shoulders on the floor, and knees widely spread. There was something in her mouth. Grandpa was over her, smiling down into her face.

“Oh, Vicki, what a woman you are,” he said as he pulled her tee shirt up.

I hadn’t seen that bra before. It was thin as gauze and fastened in front. Grandpa unfastened it and freed a set of tits as beautiful as I’d imagined. Mom wasn’t fighting or even squirming and she didn’t make a sound.

“Magnificent, Vicki. Just magnificent,” he said as her squeezed her breasts in his hands.

He slid a finger under the hem of her shorts and Mom stiffened. I could see his finger moving in her crotch and in seconds, Mom was moving, too, as her pussy made tiny thrusts upward. His finger was shiny and wet before he sucked it between his lips.

“What a marvelous taste you have, Vicki. You want a man to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t worry, sweet pussy. You’re going to get all the cock you want because I want you, but you’ve known that for years, haven’t you? I own you now and you’ll fuck your eyes out for me.”

He sat back and Mom didn’t move except for long, slow breaths. She seemed to be raising her tits to him. Damn, I wished I could see if her eyes had glazed over like they did with me.

“I can’t believe my son didn’t use that delicious body of yours as it was intended. Oh, well, his loss is my gain.” he said with a evil leer.

Grandpa pulled a small bottle out of his pocket, removed an eye dropper and squirted something in the mouthpiece. In seconds, Mom sagged unconscious. He quickly uncuffed her, removed the mouthpiece and lay her on the couch before sitting beside her.

Grandpa started speaking.

“Vicki, listen to my voice, only my voice. I want you to relax, totally relax, and sleep. Your conscious mind is asleep. You hear only my voice. Deeper, Vicki, deeper. You are going deeper into sleep. You feel comfortable, feel relaxed and happy. You enjoy this feeling. You enjoy being this open and receptive to my voice. Deeper now, Vicki. Listen to my voice. Each time you hear my voice you go deeper and deeper into your relaxed, warm, happy, feeling. Deeper now, Vicki, deeper and deeper. You’ll hear every word I say. You’ll remember and act on every word I say, but you’ll forget being hypnotized. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answered unemotionally.

“Deeper, Vicki. Listen to my voice. You’ll act on my words and obey me. You know what I tell you is true and best for you. You’ll always answer my questions with full truth and honesty. You’ll hide nothing from me. Vicki, how many men have had sex with you?”

“One.”

“How many women?”

“None.”

“Do you like sex?”

“No. Sex is dirty. That’s what my Mother told me.”

“Vicki, your Mother was wrong. Sex is wonderful and joyous, heavenly and delicious, exciting and fulfilling. You’ll enjoy sex. You’ll want sex. Enjoy sex. Want sex. What will you do, Vicki?”

“Enjoy and want sex,” she answered.

“Forget all the bad things about sex your Mother told you. Forget all the bad things about sex you heard or read anywhere. Sex is magnificent. What is sex, Vicki?”

“Sex is magnificent.”

“You love sex. Your pussy gets wet thinking about it. Your breasts tingle and your nipples get hard from wanting a mouth or hand on them. Your lips ache for a kiss or for the feel of a cock between them. Your nose quivers for the smell of a man’s balls or a woman’s pussy. You love the taste of cum and pussy juice. Your body begs to be touched. The puckered bud of your ass wants to open for a finger or a cock. You’ll love sex. What will you love, Vicki?”

“Sex.”

“Yes, Vicki, you love sex, but you love pleasing your man more than anything. Pleasing your man makes you feel happy and warm. Release all your deeply repressed sexuality because it pleases your man. You want to please your man more than anything. Being sexual pleases him. Being obedient pleases him. Sexual and obedient. What pleases your man, Vicki?”

“Being sexual and obedient.”

I’ve got to tell you that by this time I had a hardon that was killing me I wanted to cum so much, and when Mom said “sexual and obedient,” I groaned. I couldn’t help it.

Grandpa’s eyes burned into me. His face was cold, but in a moment, his eyes twinkled and he winked. His finger touched his lips to tell me to be quiet.

“Being sexual and obedient with your man pleases you. It makes you feel good inside, so very good, with a warm and happy feeling, a feeling like no other. What makes you happy, Vicki?

“Being sexual with my man. Pleasing and obeying my man.”

“It pleases your man to have other women. You’ll enjoy him having other women because it makes him happy. Seeing your man with another woman makes you want to have sex with both of them. You’ll suggest other women you think he’ll enjoy. You’ll never feel jealousy if your man has another woman. Will you be jealous, Vicki?”

“Never.”

“You’ll always orgasm fully and freely, Vicki. Strong orgasms that release your feminine sexuality. Wild and free orgasms like you’ve dreamed about in your darkest fantasies. How will you orgasm, Vicki?”

“Strong. Wild. Free.”

“You’ll happily have sex with other men or women or beasts if your man tells you to do it. You’ll never have sex with anyone without your man’s permission because that would hurt your man and make him very sad. Having sex with others without his permission would be cheating. It would cruel and disobedient. Will you cheat, Vicki?”

“No. It’s cruel and disobedient.”

“That’s right. You won’t cheat because you know cheating is wrong and you want to please and obey your man. What do you want to do?”

“Please and obey my man.”

Grandpa smiled to himself and took a deep breath that he slowly exhaled before continuing.

“I am the right man for you, Vicki. I *am* your man. The man you want to please and obey because pleasing and obeying me makes you feel very good about yourself. I am the man who makes you happy. I am the man you want to make happy. Who is your man, Vicki?”

“You are, Karl.”

“Who?”

“You are, Karl. You’re my man. I want to please you. I want to obey you.”

“That’s right. I want you to say this with me: ‘Karl’s my man. I want to please Karl. I want to obey Karl. Pleasing and obeying Karl makes me feel happy and warm.’”

Grandpa and Mom repeated it until she’d said it twenty times.

“Vicki, I know that deep in your mind are sexual thoughts, special fantasies so deeply hidden you dare look at them only in the dark. I want you to think about those now. I want you to bring out you deepest fantasy and share it with your man.”

Mom’s breathing, which had been smooth and shallow, stopped. Then she took a deep breath.

“I want you to make me do wild, vile, terrible things.”

“What kind of things?” Grandpa said.

“Things like having sex with men for money. Or, or… no.”

“Say it, Vicki. What terrible thing do you want me to make you do?”

“Have incest with Rick,” she whispered.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I bit my lip to keep from screaming out in joy.

“You’ll have sex with any one I tell you to have sex with, Vicki, because you obey me and want to please me. When I command you to have sex with another man, woman or beast, you’ll enjoy it, orgasming strongly and freely, being eager to please your sex partner because it’s obedient and pleasing to me.”

I thought I’d die if I didn’t get to fuck her soon.

“You’ll be a warm, loving, obedient, sexual woman with me, Vicki. All of your natural feminine love that you’ve repressed is released now. Released for me, with me. You’ll please and obey me. Anything I want you to do, you’ll do happily, you’ll enjoy doing, because you know it pleases me. You won’t be embarrassed at pleasing me, no matter what the circumstances. You’ll never be humiliated at being sexual with me or following my orders. No embarrassment or humiliation. Only joy at pleasing and obeying me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Karl.”

“If I say to you ‘blue dog’ you’ll immediately go into a trance, a deep dark trance. You’ll feel totally relaxed and happy as you do now. You’ll listen to and follow my instructions. What words will make you go into your happy, relaxed trance again?”

“Blue dog.”

“Now, I will count to ten. With each number, you’ll come out of your trance, higher and higher with each number. When I say ten, you’ll awake refreshed and happy. You’ll awake eager to begin your new life as a sexual and obedient woman who finds her greatest joy in pleasing me.”

When Grandpa said ten, Mom’s eyes fluttered and a warm, sexy smile grew on her face when she saw him.

“Oh, Karl, I want you,” she moaned as she stroked his face.

Damn, I wanted her to want me like that. I wanted her kiss. I wanted to play with her tits. I wanted her lips around my cock. I wanted to fuck her until we both passed out.

Finally, it looked like I was going to get what I wanted.

Grandpa eased to the floor and sat cross-legged. Mom squirmed off the couch, fell into his lap with her legs around him, and locked her ankles behind his back. She was humping his crotch and I could see the muscles of her legs and the thrusting of her ass. Her tee shirt and bra were pushed up above her breasts.

“Fuck me, Karl. Drive your cock into me. Please, Karl. I need you in me. I need it so much,” she whimpered.

I’d never heard that begging sensuality from her. It was as sexy as her body and that’s damn sexy, believe me.

My cock was killing me. I had to have her now or else. Grandpa was staring at me.

“Vicki, you’ll go into a state of suspended animation and be perfectly still and quiet. You’ll remember nothing you see, hear, or feel until I say the word Ôawaken.’ Do you understand me?” he said.

“Yes, Karl,” she murmured. She let out a deep sigh and sat in his lap without moving.

I unzipped my pants.

“Control yourself, Rick,” Grandpa said firmly.

“Grandpa, I want her,” I said in an agitated and demanding tone.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down, my ass. I want to fuck her now.”

His eyes narrowed and the muscle in his jaw twitched. His voice was cold and crisp. “You’ll have her soon enough… if you control yourself.”

To be honest, I thought about attacking Grandpa and taking her from him, but I knew that wasn’t right. Even if it was right, Grandpa was my friend and I wouldn’t attack a friend. But even if he wasn’t my friend, I wouldn’t do it because Grandpa didn’t only look like a bear, he was as big and strong as one. And even if he wasn’t as strong as a bear, Grandpa had been an Army Ranger and knew hand-to-hand combat.

Even a sex-addled mind and a desperate cock understands discretion in those circumstances. I took a deep breath and pulled up my zipper.

Grandpa smiled and said, “Come sit by me, Rick.”

Sitting next to Grandpa, I could see her face. It looked like she was asleep.

“Feel those tits, Rick,” Grandpa said. “Aren’t they magnificent?”

My hands trembled, my mouth was dry, and my cock throbbed with every heart beat, as I wrapped my fingers around one of Mom’s perfect breasts for the first time. Her skin was hot to the touch, her nipples hard, but she didn’t move. I squeezed the soft flesh, felt the tensile nipple. It was like playing with a real live doll.

“Sit back and watch, Rick.”

“Grandpa, I’m about to explode.”

“You can wait. It’ll be worth it,” he said gently, but firmly.

“All right,” I replied.

Grandpa waited until I was settled in beside him before saying to Mom, “Awaken, Vicki.”

Slowly, her face changed from the doll mask to something special. Her expression wasn’t the deer in the headlights I’d seen. It was like the Fillmore sisters right before I’d drive my cock in them. You know. A face full of sexual needs and desires without restraints. The Fillmore sisters were different. It’s hard to describe. It’s like the Fillmore sisters expression said “I’m a slut and I’ll fuck anyone” while Mom’s expression said “I love this man so much I can’t control myself.”

“Please, Karl,” she whimpered.

“Soon, Vicki,” he said as his hands massaged her naked breasts. “I want to see you first.” He pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra. “Stand up,” he said.

When Mom stood, he ripped her shorts down her legs. She was wearing a thong bikini. It must have been new because she didn’t have it the last time I rifled through her drawer. She’d bought some sexy things to wear when she paraded around in front of me, but she’d be doing more than parading.

“Please,” she whimpered as he pulled the bikini down.

Grandpa took a deep sniff, grinned and handed Mom’s panties to me. They were sopping and smelly.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Fuck me. Fuck me.”

She couldn’t be still. Her hips were thrusting like a cock was already buried in her. Her eyes were glazed and hot, her lips wet, and sweat oozed from her skin.

“Do you masturbate?” Grandpa asked her.

“Yes, Karl. Please don’t mind… ”

“How often?” he interrupted.

“It used to be about once a month, but since Charlie left, it’s been a lot more often.”

“How often?”

“Once a day, or more.”

“Vicki, how often did my son and you fuck?” Grandpa asked. He was surprised by Mom’s answer.

“Once a day. Maybe more. Please, Karl, stick it in me.”

“I thought you didn’t like sex,” Grandpa said.

“I…” She stopped speaking and she looked confused.

“What’s wrong?” Grandpa asked.

“I’m not sure. I started to say I don’t like sex and that sex with Charlie was only doing my wifely duty, but… I love sex. I love being sexual and obedient to you, Karl. I don’t understand, Karl. Why do I want you so much and I didn’t enjoy Charlie?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweet pussy. Nothing matters now except you being my woman,” Grandpa said gently as he stroked her face.

“I’m your woman, your hot woman who needs fucking,” she giggled as she rubbed his nipples against his chest.

“Go into your bedroom and masturbate. Think sexy thoughts about me, Vicki. Think how you can please me, but I don’t want you to orgasm.”

“All right, Karl, but please hurry. I already want you, and if I masturbate without cumming, I’ll go mad with desire,” she whispered.

Mom swayed toward her bedroom. I’d never seen her sway like that. Damn, it was sexy. While I was watching Mom’s ass, Grandpa was watching me. He snickered.

“I was going to ask if you were with me or against me, but I can tell from your expression you’re with me,” he said.

“All the way,” I replied, hoping he’d catch the pun.

He chuckled, but then his eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t sure there for a few minutes.”

“Grandpa, I want her to fuck her so much… ”

“Me, too,” he said, interrupting me. “Rick, I’ve wanted to fuck your mother ever since your father brought her home to meet us. She’s one fine-looking little fox. She’s going to be my woman now. You heard that.”

“Yes, sir. I heard everything.”

“I’ve always felt you’re and I are like two peas from the same pod.”

“Me, too. Even Mom says that.”

“I want you with me, Rick. I want to share the fun and pleasure with you.”

“I’d like that,” I replied enthusiastically.

“If you’re with me, I’ll share my women with you.”

“Women?”

“Yes, women. I have more than one.”

“How many?”

“We’ll talk about that later,” he said.

“I’m with you, Grandpa.”

“Then it’s your turn to be hypnotized,” he said.

His eyes were piercing into me. Maybe that’s the reason I had an uneasy feeling.

“Why?” I asked.

“You’ll understand after you’re hypnotized.”

“Can we talk about it?” I asked.

“Rick, you saw me hypnotize your mother. You saw me squirt something into her mouth. I can’t let someone know that unless they’re programmed to never reveal it.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“A chemical I’ve discovered.”

My mind was whirling with the prospects of hypnotizing Julie Allison.

“Are you going to hypnotize anyone else?” I asked hopefully.

“You’ve got a birthday in a few days. I’m going to give you the girl of your choice for a present.”

“All right! Lay back and spread Ôem, Julie. Here I come!”

“Who’s Julie?” Grandpa asked.

“One of the two girls I dream about.”

“Who’s the other?” he asked.

“Mom, but you’ve taken her.”

“I share, and I’ll do Julie for you, but I’m going to hypnotize you first.”

“Grandpa, why didn’t you program Mom and Dad to get back together?” I asked, stalling for time.

“Because I wanted her. Charlie’s happy, Rick. Have you met Melinda and Heather?”

“Sure. I met them when I was visiting Dad a few weekends ago.”

“They’re programmed for him just like your Mom’s programmed for me. Charlie comes home every night to two beautiful women eager to please him. Enough stalling. Lie down.”

“Grandpa, it’s frightening to think some else controls you like that.”

“Rick, do you want to screw a lot of different women?”

“Sure, Grandpa,” I replied. ÔWhat a stupid question, ‘ I thought.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but… ”

“Then lie down on the couch,” he ordered. The muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes narrowed to pin points. I lay back on the couch.

Grandpa pulled the bottle from his pocket. He carefully filled the dropper to the proper level, told me to open up, and squeezed the eye dropper in my mouth.

I tingled all over. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling that left my brain floating away. I tried to move and couldn’t, like I was paralyzed. It didn’t bother me. I was too relaxed and happy to be bothered about anything. Grandpa starting speaking.

“Rick, listen to my voice, only my voice. I want you to relax, totally relax. Your conscious mind is asleep. You hear only my voice. Deeper, Rick, deeper. You are going deeper into sleep. You feel comfortable, relaxed, and happy. You enjoy this feeling. You enjoy being this open and receptive to my voice. Deeper now, Rick. Listen to my voice. Each time you hear my voice, you’ll go deeper and deeper into your relaxed, warm, happy, feeling. Rick, you can remember everything I say. You’ll remember being hypnotized and what posthypnotic suggestions I give you, but you’ll never discuss it with anyone except me. No one else. You’ll never mention it except to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I heard me say.

“Rick, you feel good about yourself. You know you’re a handsome and intelligent man. You like people. You’re self-confident. You’ll always strive to understand people, to comprehend what they’re saying, to read their non-verbal signals, and to determine what motivates them. You’ll think clearly. You can focus your mind and concentrate on what’s important, whether it’s school work or pleasing a woman. You’re a positive and happy person. You enjoy sex. You enjoy pleasing a woman and being pleased by her. You control your ejaculations until you’re ready to cum. Rick, repeat what I’ve told you.”

I repeated it, word for word.

“Rick, listen to my voice. Go deeper, Rick. Go to the deepest level of relaxation. If I want you to be in a trance again, I will say to you, Ôorange frogs.’ ÔOrange frogs.’ When you hear me say that, you’ll immediately go to the deepest level of the trance. The deepest level. You’ll always trust me. You won’t hypnotize or overpower me. You understand trusting, supporting and following me are the keys to your happiness and success. Do you understand, Rick?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll obey my commands. You’ll want to please me by being obedient and supportive of me. You’ll consciously remember and believe everything I have said. You’ll always remember. I’m going to bring you up out of the trance now. I’ll count to five. With each number, you will rise higher and higher. When I say five, you will be awake, happy and fully rested. One - two - three - four - five.”

I blinked my eyes and yawned. Grandpa was grinning down at me. I lay still for a few minutes with my mind racing over what had happened to me.

“Let’s go, Rick. There’s a hot woman I want to fuck.”

“Me, too,” I said.

“Do you have a condom?”

“No. Why?”

“If she’s on the pill, I’ll let you fuck her, but if she’s not, you have to be happy with a blowjob.”

“Why?” I sobbed.

“I don’t want you to get her pregnant,” he said. He grinned heartily. “That’s my job.”

Mom was naked on the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her legs were up with her feet planted firmly on the mattress. Sweat sheened her skin, which had a faint red glow. Her left hand held open the lips of her pussy and her right middle finger was sloshing in and out. She was moaning softly and her muscles were tightened and relaxed rhythmically.

Grandpa stopped in the doorway to stare at her.

“Isn’t she magnificent, Rick? God, what a woman. I’ve always thought she’d be a hot, squirming creature if the sexual repression she’d learned could be eliminated. It has been now.”

“You don’t what it’s been like living with her,” I whispered. “She’s been so negative about sex and everything else, but she’d prance around the house half naked and send me sexual signs, only to freeze when I noticed.”

“When Charlie said they had a lot of sex, I thought he meant once or twice a week, not once a day. Hell, that’s not half bad.” Grandpa laughed. “He said that she’d willingly have straight sex in the dark and in their bed anytime, but nothing else. And he was never sure if she orgasmed… like he couldn’t warm her up. That’s the reason he played around and the reason he left her,” Grandpa said.

“She’s more than warm now. She’s burning up,” I replied.

“You stay here and watch until it’s your turn,” Grandpa said.

Grandpa stripped off his clothes. Okay, I’ll admit it. I took a long, hard look at his cock. Guys do that, you know, whether they admit it or not. I’d seen more than a few in the locker room. Grandpa’s cock looked like a telephone pole sticking out of a briar patch, if you know what I mean.

Grandpa slipped in to stand by Mom. He dragged one finger across her erect, dusky pink nipple. She shivered all over and her eyes popped open. She giggled and wrapped her fingers around his cock which dangled in her face.

“Oh, Karl, is this for me?” she asked coquettishly.

“All for you, sweet pussy. Why don’t you see how good it tastes?”

I was so hard tears rolled down my face as she growled deep in her throat before she sucked his cock between her lips. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I’ve heard of guys cuming from watching other people and I wondered if that was going to happen to me.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“I use a diaphragm and I have it in,” she answered. “I’m ready for you.”

ÔI get to fuck her. Oh, thank you, God, thank you, ‘ I thought. When Grandpa slipped two fingers up her, removed her diaphragm, and tossed it aside, I though I’d cry.

“I’ll get pregnant,” Mom whispered.

“Yes, you will, sweet pussy. I want to see you waddling around with my baby inside you.”

Mom giggled and she stroked his cock.

“You just want to see my boobs bloated with milk, you dirty old man. I saw the way you looked at me when I was nursing Rick.”

“Why did you stop nursing so soon?” he asked.

“My breasts hurt. They ached from all that milk. That’s why I had the doctor give me a shot right after Rick was born to make it dry up.”

“Don’t worry, sweet pussy, I know what to do with all that milk,” he said gently.

“I’ll bet you do,” she said. “Come make me pregnant, Karl.”

She pulled her legs up and wide with her arms inside them to welcome Grandpa between them. For the spilt second before he blocked my view, I could see a pinkish red, engorged pussy glistening with wetness.

But what I wanted to see was her face. I wanted to see the ecstasy there. What I got to see was Grandpa’s hairy ass.

“I want your cock, Karl,” she whimpered as she grabbed it to pull him into her.

When he jammed it into the hilt, she orgasmed.

ÔCome on, Grandpa, shoot in her so I can have my turn, ‘ I thought as he pounded Mom’s pussy. ÔNow, Grandpa. Then let me have her.’ But he didn’t.

Grandpa lasted a long time before he pinned her knees beside her ears with his hands around her ankles. He drove his cock deep into her and growled as his ass tightened. I’d lost track of the number of times Mom had cum.

My cock throbbed as he collapsed on her. Damn, I wanted her, but I waited. When Grandpa rolled to the side, he grinned and motioned me toward them. I stumbled forward like Frankenstein and began stripping off my clothes. Grandpa took Mom’s chin in his hand and pulled her head toward him.

“Listen to me, Vicki,” he said quietly but firmly. “I want you to suck my friend.”

“Of course, Karl. You know I’m obedient and I want to please you, but I’m so tired right now,” she murmured.

“You can do it. I want you to suck Rick.”

“Rick?” she gasped. “My son, Rick?”

“Yes, that Rick.”

“That’s incest. Dirty, vile incest,” she giggled.

“Do you like that?”

“It’s so perverted and wicked.” She was wiggling all over thinking about it.

“And you’ll love it, won’t you?”

“I will, but, Karl, aren’t you going to let him fuck me?” she said petulantly. Her lower lip stuck out in a mock pout.

“Not without birth control. You’re my little baby factory, not his.”

“Oh, all right, but can I fuck him later if I promise I’ll wear my diaphragm?”

“Of course, sweet pussy, but only when I give you permission. Right now, I want you to suck his cock.”

Her face showed up at me, glowing in ready sexuality. Her hair was damp, her skin cooling as her sweat dried. She slipped off the bed, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body hard into mine. My cock slipped between her thighs and she trapped it there.

When she gazed up at me, a wild, sensual twinkle radiated from her eyes. Her pussy hairs tickled my crotch and Grandpa’s cum oozed out of her on me. I squeezed her ass cheeks with both hands and held her against me.

“Momma’s been teasing you, Ricky, trying to get you to take me because I’ve wanted your cock in me. I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?”

“You have been a bad girl, Mom, but you’re going to be a good girl for me now.”

“I like being a bad girl. I like teasing you, honey. I like seeing your hard cock trying to burst out of your pants and the little vein in your forehead throb.” She dragged her nails down my ass cheeks. “Karl said he’s going to let you fuck me. I can hardly wait.”

She kissed me with her tongue down my throat.

“Are you really fucking all those girls?” she asked.

“Sure, Mom, but none of them are as good looking or sexy as you.”

She grinned lewdly. “And none of them are as good in bed as I’ll be, Ricky, but, right now, I want to suck you,” she whispered.

She slipped to her knees on the floor. I loved looking down into her smiling, sexy face, and seeing the desire in her eyes.

“What a big cock you have, Ricky. So big and hard and purple. Does it want me?”

Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she licked the underside of the head. I grabbed her head and thrust my hips, but she let my cock slip over her closed lips.

“What’s your hurry?” she asked as her eyes twinkled up at me.

“Rick, put your hands down and let her do all the work,” Grandpa said.

“Grandpa,” I whined in protest.

He grinned at me and leaned back on the bed. “It’ll be sweet torture,” he said with a laugh. “Didn’t I program you to be in control?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Then do it.”

I took a deep breath and let it out as Mom cupped my balls in one hand. She pulled on the sack.

“Look, Ricky. I’m a little squirrel and I love nuts,” Mom twittered. She licked my ball sac and nibbled at the edge. Then she sucked it into her mouth.

I let Mom work her magic until my breath came in short gasps, sweat covered me and every muscle ached from the tension. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to cum in Mom’s mouth.

“I want to cum now, Mom,” I said. My voice sounded strangled.

“Oh, good, Ricky. Give me your sweet juice,” she replied.

Time seemed to be in slow motion. I could feel each bit of cum racing through my cock and the squeezing of my muscles driving it onward. I saw each nuance of expression on Mom’s face as she felt me fill her up and the tears slowly slip from her eye as she choked on the first shot.

A drop of cum oozed out of her mouth and fell on her breast. Her tongue snaked over her lips as I sagged from my orgasm.

“It tastes better than chocolate,” Mom whispered throatily.

Grandpa helped her to her feet and pushed her back on the bed. Mom retrieved my cum from her breast and licked it from her finger.

“Sleep now, Vicki. Sleep and rest. Dream of me fucking you. You know you’re my woman. Pleasing and obeying me makes you happy,” Grandpa said.

He kissed her gently before leading me from the room.

Grandpa didn’t bother dressing and neither did I. As I followed him out of the bedroom, I looked back at Mom. She was already asleep. My cum was dry on her face and Grandpa’s cum between her legs. There was a smile on her face. Damn, she looked good.

“How did you like that?” he asked.

“It was as good as I imagined, but I want to fuck her,” I replied.

“You will in good time,” he said.

“Can we talk? I’ve got a million questions.”

“Start,” he said as he plopped down in Dad’s old easy chair and put his feet on the coffee table.

“You’re going to get her pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to,” he said.

“But why do you want to?”

“Women are different, Rick, as you’ve probably noticed. Some women were made for having babies. Your mother was so delicious when she was pregnant with you that I want to see her that way again. This time, I’ll be the man who enjoys her.”

“Grandpa, what does Grandma think of this?”

“She’s programmed like I want her to be, which is happy and supportive. She’s a lot happier than she was earlier in our marriage.”

“Why?”

“Well, that’s a long story and we can talk about it some other time, but she’s happy now. She has her church and community work, and she’s going back to college to get a degree. She has a good life.”

“Is Grandma programmed to, eh, play around?”

“Your Grandmother didn’t need to be programmed for that,” he snapped. His mouth was tight and his eyes cold.

“Is that why you searched for the formula?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” he replied, but he knew what I meant.

“To keep Grandma home.”

He sighed. “It was more than that. It started about ten years ago as a project with Dr. Collins, who’s a psychiatrist, and Dr. Beeman, a biologist. Collins wanted to find something to help overcome problems from negative behaviors such as drug addiction or childhood traumas. We worked on it for years. When I finally made the breakthrough, we tested it on a subject Collins picked.”

“Was she good looking?” I asked.

“She was a he, a male student who was brilliant, but susceptible to suggestion. He was in with a bad crowd and was addicted to heroin. The formula worked. We were all elated. We tested it on four other subjects, all with the same results. Beeman wanted to publish the results, but I wanted the formula.”

Grandpa was lost in his thoughts and I waited impatiently for him to continue.

“That was thirty days ago,” he said. “I programmed Collins and Beeman first. They now believe the whole project was an abject failure and they’ve lost interest in it. Then I programmed your grandmother.”

“You said you had other women. Have many have you programmed?”

“Oh, well, there aren’t any other women yet. Not unless you include Clara Beeman, but she’s sixty-six and an old maid. ” He leered. “I’ve got some ideas about a few.”

“Me, too. Lots of them.”

“I’ll bet you do. I told you I’d give you the girl of your dreams for a birthday present. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“Julie Allison. She’s the hottest girl I’ve ever met.”

“As hot as your mother?”

“They’re about even.”

“Tell me about her.”

“Julie’s my age. She’s got a knockout figure, long blonde hair and huge blue eyes. She’s smart, too. Smarter than I am, I’d expect.”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Not really, but I wish she were.”

“Why don’t you ask her to go steady?”

“She’s not putting out. She’s teasing me and I need to get laid, Grandpa.”

“How’s she teasing you?”

“Letting me kiss her. Pressing her body against mine. Sometimes she lets me play with her breasts, but then she stops me.”

“That’s normal for a girl her age. Don’t feel put down by it.”

“But I want her. I want to… ”

Grandpa patted my hand to silence me. “Tell me about the ones you are fucking,” he said.

“Well, there’s Tonya Phillips. She’s in my grade and wild. I’m not the only guy doing her. There’s four of us that I know about. Then there’s Diane and Suzanne Fillmore. They’re seniors and they fuck anything with a letter sweater. I could tell you some gang bang stories about the two of them.”

“I’d like to hear about them later. Is there anyone else?”

“Yeah. Sheila Tuttle from Western High.”

“Oh? You like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah. How can you tell?”

“The way you said her name. How did you meet her?”

“We’d played Western High and won. I’d had to have my ankle wrapped after the game and I was one of the last ones to leave the locker room. I walked around the corner and literally bumped into her. I put my arms around her to keep her from falling down. I don’t know. I guess it was the way she looked at me. I kissed her. She kissed me. Old Carl, the equipment manager, came out of the locker room and saw us.

“‘I’ll lock up, Carl, ‘ I said.

“He just smiled and nodded. I took her in the locker room. She got of one of the tables and pulled me to her. She was a virgin, Grandpa.”

“Ah, a real treat,” he said.

“I’ve been with her twice since then. Her parents are strict and she can’t get away easily.”

“And?”

“And what?” I said.

“What’s she like?”

“She’s sweet and shy, like she’d be embarrassed even looking at a guy, but… when she looks at me, it’s like she can’t get enough of me.”

“Humph. How did she manage to bump into you?”

“She told me she did it intentionally because she wanted to meet me.”

“Sounds like she’s got a thing for you,” Grandpa said. “Is she good looking?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s interesting, Grandpa. She and Julie both have blonde hair and blue eyes. They both have great bodies, but they’re so different.”

“How?”

“Julie’s a, well, hell. It’s hard to describe. It’s like… if you saw them, you’d know what I mean.”

The conversation died because I was thinking about Sheila and about Julie. And about Mom. And some others. Oh, hell. You know.

“Want a soda?” Grandpa asked.

“Please,” I said.

I was still thinking about them when he returned.

“Tell me about Julie’s family, Rick,” Grandpa said as he handed me my soda.

“She has a mom and a sister. Her mom’s divorced. She’s Mom’s, eh, you know, women’s doctor.”

“Gynecologist?”

“That’s it.”

“Well, now that’s something. Is she an obstetrician, too?”

“Huh?” I said.

“Does she deliver babies?” Grandpa asked.

“Yes, she does. Why? Oh.”

He didn’t answer, but he was thinking about something and smiling.

“Tell me about the sister,” he said.

“Melissa’s a freshman in college. She’s as good looking as Julie, but different. I don’t want her like I want Julie.”

“I understand. I know a lot of attractive women who don’t make me hurt inside like your mother does.”

“That’s it. I’d fuck Melissa or Dr. Allison in a heartbeat, but Julie makes me hurt inside, just like you said.”

“Who makes you hurt more, Sheila or Julie?”

“Julie, but Sheila’s not too far behind.”

Grandpa smiled and closed his eyes. I waited until he looked at me again.

“Rick, let me tell you what I’m thinking,” he said after a few minutes. “I came here for two reasons. One was to take your mother. I’ve wanted her a lot longer than you have and now I’ve got her.”

“We’ve got her,” I said hopefully.

“No, Rick. I’ll let you fuck her, but she’s mine. You get Julie, and maybe some others. We’ll see.”

“I can think of some others,” I said eagerly.

“We don’t want them all.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Don’t be disappointed. Why program the ones who’ll fuck you anyway? Seducing them’s still a lot of fun. No, the ones we program will be only the choice ones and Julie’s family sounds choice. If I like them, I’ll keep the mother and give you the sister. Of course, since you could fuck mine, I could fuck yours,” he said.

“Sure, Grandpa. A little variety that way.”

“Having a houseful of nubile and willing women isn’t a bad way to live.”

“Bad? It’s a wet dream,” I replied.

“I’ve got some money saved up. We’d need a bigger house than this one.”

“The Allisons’ have a big house. There’s plenty of room for all of us.”

“I’ll want to meet them first. If I’m going to have my choice of all the women in the world, I want to make sure I’ve got one that makes my dick stand up and shout,” he said emphatically.

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. You’ll love them.”

“What are you two studs talking about?” Mom said sexily as she padded into the room.

She was naked and looked well fucked. Her hair was in disarray. There was cum caked on her and she smelled like sex. I couldn’t believe this was the woman who wouldn’t talk about it just hours ago. Hell, I couldn’t believe any of this.

She sat in Grandpa’s lap, facing him with her legs outside his. She kissed him hard, pushing him back into the chair. Grandpa put his hands on her breasts and squeezed gently, making my palms itch. He gently pushed her away.

“Don’t think about sex right now, Vicki,” he said.

Mom’s demeanor changed. She slipped off his lap to sit beside him. Her movements were like they used to be, except she was naked.

“All right, Karl,” she replied, but she sounded disappointed.

I cleared my throat and smiled hopefully at Grandpa. He gave me a dirty look.

“Tell me about Dr. Allison,” Grandpa said to her.

“Patty? She’s a sweetheart and an excellent doctor. What do you want to know?”

“Start at the beginning.”

“She’s forty. I know because her office staff gave her a birthday party a few months ago. She’s divorced and has two daughters, Melissa and Julie.”

“Does she have a steady boyfriend?”

“She dates a lot of different men, but I know she doesn’t have anyone special. Karl, Patty wants to talk to me about Julie and Rick. Let me call her. Maybe we can go over there tonight and you can meet her.”

“Good idea, Vicki,” Grandpa said. “Go call her.”

As my naked Mother walked toward the phone, she stopped and turned toward us. My cock was killing me because I wanted to fuck her.

“You know, Karl, she’s a beautiful and successful woman.”

“Would I like her in bed?” he asked.

Mom’s body language changed. She was thinking about sex again.

“Yes, I think you would, but, Karl… she won’t be as good as I am,” she said sultrily as she batted her lashes.

She twitched to the phone.

“That’s amazing,” I said, referring to Mom’s attitude and actions.

“Yes, she is,” Grandpa replied as he watched her.

Mom was back in a moment.

“She said to come right over,” Mom reported. “What should I wear?”

“A sundress would be nice.”

“I don’t own one, Karl. How about a sleeveless blouse and wraparound skirt?”

“Sounds nice, but no panties.”

“No panties? Oh, you’re a naughty boy.”

“I’m your naughty boy, sweet pussy, and you’re my naughty girl.”

“Yes, I am, Karl. I’m your girl and I want to be as naughty as you’ll let me be.”

After Mom left to dress, Grandpa said, “The plan’s simple. When we get there, we’ll grab Dr. Allison and squeeze the formula in her mouth. Then I’ll program her. After we finish with her, I’ll program the daughters.”

“What if Julie’s there?” I asked.

“You keep her busy.”

“Which means?”

“Which means do whatever you need to do to keep her away from her mom,” Grandpa said.

“Will you program Julie’s mom like my Mom?”

“No. There’ll be some changes. When I program Julie, I’ll do it like I did your Mom except make you her man.”

“Grandpa, this is mindboggling.”

“It sure is. I wonder where it’ll lead.”