The Young Hypnotist's Stepmother

Alexander Price had all the fine things money could buy a growing young man. He had spent his youth in private schools, vacationing at exclusive locations all around the world, and he could have any computer, car, or apartment he desired. But Alexander was not interested in the trappings of wealth. He shunned his bright academic future and turned to esoteric pursuits. He learned meditation, astral projection, and the hypnotic techniques of Eastern European mesmerists. Alexander was a strange young man and his stepmother was entirely unprepared for him. 

Kate Fairly was Alexander’s father’s fifth wife and his father’s fourth wife since Alexander’s mother had died. While Alexander pursued the heights of spiritual magic, Alexander’s father remained grounded in his earthly desires. Kate was no more than 35 and with the body and face of a model, perhaps because she was a model, which enraptured Mr. Price. 

Alexander also found her beauty bewitching and when she came to live with them at the Price estate in New England he could not help but become a keen observer. Alexander became a quiet expert in the way Kate walked as if she were always on a fashion runway, her perfect posture and perfect breasts, her sheer nightgowns glimpsed through open doorways, and the way she would wear her hair up, emphasizing her long, slender neck. Her bright blue eyes were wide and innocent. Her hips reminded him of the curve of a cello and her bottom, peeking from beneath her bikini on more than one sunny afternoon, fueled his lonely fantasies.

Alexander was in love with her by the time his father left for an extended trip. Kate had barely spoken three words to him at a time, but the young man, recently out of a prestigious high school, felt a desire for her he had never felt before. 

“I guess you should call me ‘mom’,” Kate joked over one of their first breakfasts alone together. “I mean, if you want to. Not if it’s weird. But I plan to be around for a while.”

She giggled as if she had made a joke. She had to know, thought Alexander, that his father liked to use women up and discard them with modest exit packages like some unwanted junior executive. As he scooped a piece of grapefruit into his mouth, Kate observed, “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Me?” Alexander smiled mysteriously. “Oh, no, father says I am shy.”

“Well, I used to be shy too,” said Kate. “You sort of get over that when you’re modeling. You have to be naked around everyone.”

Alexander fixated on her fingers toying with the frilly collar of her nightgown, flapping lightly against her deep, sun-gold cleavage. It was not longer after that morning meal that he decided he had to act. He was watching Kate lounge by the pool one warm evening in a scarlet bikini that left just enough to the imagination to drive young Alexander half-mad with lust. 

He took a deep breath and strode out onto the patio in his modest swim trunks. The last light of the summer day was golden and red in the clouds and the automatic pool lights were beginning to turn on. It was the time that film directors called the “magic hour” and Alexander intended to conjure some of that magic to get what he desired.

Kate was listening to ear buds and apparently to oblivious to Alexander as he stood before her and watched her plump breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples were not really erect, but he could still make them out beneath the clinging crimson her of her bikini top. Her bottoms, riding low on her shapely hips, were cut narrowly in the gusset and revealed the shape of her vulva and the fact that she sure was waxed clean. His cock stiffened in his swimming trunks. It was time.

“Kate,” he said loudly.

“Mmmmm?” She pulled out her ear buds and sat up in the lounge chair. “Oh! Alexander, I didn’t see you there!”

“Take off your sunglasses,” said Alexander.

“Um, okay,” she said, pulling them off and giving him a slightly bewildered look. Her blue eyes seemed to draw him in with their innocence. He opened his own eyes quite wide and she recoiled slightly. 

“Listen to my voice,” he said, “and gaze into my eyes, Kate. Do you see the light there, behind my pupils?”

“I… I see something,” she said, her tone already changed. “Like a spark.”

“Good,” said Alexander. “You will see that spark growing brighter and brighter. So bright that you have to squint to look into my eyes. As it grows brighter, you will feel warmth suffusing your body. You will relax completely and your worries will fade away. You hear only my voice and see only my eyes. Your limbs are growing heavy as you sink back onto the chair.”

She settled back on the lounger, squinting at him as if his eyes were glowing. Her expression was otherwise slack.

“When I snap my fingers you will be completely under my authority. You will answer any question I ask and do anything I command. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” said Kate.

“Counting backwards from five, your mind will descend into my control,” said Alexander, leaning closer to her face. Close enough to smell the coconut scent of her tanned body. “Five, four, three, two… one…”

He snapped his fingers. 

“You are now under my control,” said Alexander. “You will feel constant desire for me that will only be temporarily quenched by making love. You will wish to serve me even more than my father. My pleasure is all that will matter to you and you will do anything to give it to me. When I snap my fingers again you will awaken and you will not remember any of this, but whenever you hear my fingers snap you will return to this receptive state.”

“Yes,” she said softly.

Alexander snapped his fingers. Kate stiffened in the chair. Her eyes opened wide and gazed at him with confusion. Her lips parted, as if she meant to speak, but she could not form a word and instead simply moaned. Her face flushed as she looked at him.

“A-Alexander,” she said. She sat upright in the chair, which shifted the position of her breasts in an enticing manner. Alexander could not help but notice her stiff nipples jutting against her crimson bikini top. She spoke breathlessly, “I didn’t see you there.”

The last light of evening had finally faded and Alexander was lit only by the underwater lights from the pool and a single pathway light nearby. He stepped closer and thrust his hips forward, showing Kate his plain swimtrunks.

“Do you like my swimsuit… mom?”

“Oh,” she gasped when he called her that. She sat up on the edge of her chair for a better look of his swimsuit. There was nothing remarkable about it, other than the substantial bulge of his cock beneath the material. “It’s very handsome on you. I mean, it’s very nice, Alexander. Do you… like mine?”

She looked at him through fluttering lashes, toying with her golden hair and teasing it against her deep cleavage. 

“I like it,” said Alexander. “You know what I would like even better?”

“Mmmm, no,” she said and she squirmed with lust.

“Your pretty lips around my cock,” he said. 

“Ohhhh, yessss,” she moaned with lust. “Yes, show it to me, please.”

Alexander could not restrain his glee. He had Kate exactly where he wanted her. He had fantasized about this moment so many times that he could hardly believe it was finally here. He loosened the drawstring of his swim trunks and watched her reaction as he slid them down and his long, rigid cock bounced free. 

“Ooh!” She cried softly. “Oh, Alex, it’s so big. I can’t… I can’t resist! Let mommy suck it for you.”

“Of course, mom,” he laughed, stepping closer and nearly smacking her in the face with his hard cock. “I really need to cum. I’ve been watching you in that bathing suit all… ohhhhhh… fuck…”

He lost the ability to communicate as Kate’s soft lips engulfed the straining tip of his cock. She slid him into her mouth, hold her hand at his base and gently squeezing him. She handled more than half of his cockflesh, her lips tightening around his shaft and her tongue flicking beneath his tip. She knew just where and just how to touch him. She’d clearly had practice pleasuring men. 

“Ohhhh, Kate,” groaned Alexander. He slid his fingers into her silky hair and guided the bobbing of her head as she worked her sucking mouth on his hard cock. His pleasure grew quickly, causing twitches of pleasure to race up his length.

“Mmmmmphhmmmmhm,” she moaned around him, her breasts jiggling and a strand of drool swinging from her head. Her blowjob was beyond eager, it was ravenous. She gazed up at Alexander, her blue eyes wide and pleading as she slurped his length. He felt his balls tensing, his pleasure racing towards an incredible release. He had to decide whether to stop her and prolong his enjoyment or let her continue to suck him to heaven.

And then the decision was beyond his control. With a stroking hand upon his balls and the hungry bob of her sucking mouth, Alexander lost it. His pleasure surged, agonizing in the heat of her suckling mouth, a second becoming an eternity of bliss before he felt the powerful throb of his ejaculation. Spurt after spurt of hot cum poured into Kate’s mouth and Alex’s eager stepmother drank it all, swallowing as fast as he could spurt his spunk against her tongue.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, reeling back a step, his oversensitive cock popping free of her wet lips. Her hand followed him, stroking his red manhood as he took another staggering step in reverse. 

“Did mommy do a good job for you?” She asked, wiping his cum from her lips and chin and feeding the drops into her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean as she looked at him with lust. He almost thought his cock was going to remain hard, such was his desire for his beautiful “mom.” Alas, his cock was spent and slowly began to droop and dribble his post-ejaculate. 

“Go and clean up now,” he said. “I’ve left something on your bed. You will change into that and wear it to dinner tonight.”

“Of course, sweetie,” said Kate, rising from the lounger. He admired her shapely body in the crimson bikini as she headed into the house. He could hardly wait to see the looks on the servants’ faces when Kate showed up for dinner wearing what he had left on her bed.

Modesty was certainly not on the menu for dinner.