**Under Her Spell**

I never thought it would go this far when Mom first started using those hypnosis tracks. She said they were for stress, for relaxation—just some silly self-help thing she picked up online. But the way her voice would drop into that slow, commanding tone… it did something to me. And tonight, in the kitchen, with the late-night hum of the house around us, she decided to test just how deep my trance really went.

She leaned against the counter, still in that silky robe she always wore after her shower, the one that barely closed over her full tits. “You’re feeling so heavy, baby,” she murmured, fingers trailing up my arm. “So good for me, aren’t you?” My cock twitched in my pants before she even touched me there, already half-hard just from her voice.

“Yes, Mom,” I mumbled, swaying a little like she’d taught me. The room felt warm, syrupy.

Her hand slipped under my shirt, nails scratching lightly over my stomach. “You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Mmhm.”

“Then listen.” Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the outline of my cock through my sweats. “Tonight, you’re going to do exactly what Mommy says. No thinking. Just… obeying.” Her palm pressed down, and I groaned, arching into her touch.

“Good boy.” That smile—knowing, wicked—curved her lips. “Take these off.”

My hands moved on their own, pushing my sweats and boxers down my thighs. My dick sprang free, already leaking, and Mom’s eyes darkened. She licked her lips. “So eager for me.” Her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slow, torturous. “But tonight, I want something else.”

She turned me around, pressing my chest against the cool countertop. My pulse hammered. I knew where this was going.

“Mom—”

“Shhh.” Her nails dragged down my spine. “Remember? No thinking.” A slick sound—lube, from the drawer by the sink. Then her fingers, slippery and warm, rubbing circles against my asshole. I tensed, but her other hand gripped my hip. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

The first finger pushed inside, and I gasped. It burned, just a little, but her voice kept murmuring in my ear, low and sweet. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Take it for me.” She worked me open, slow, curling her finger until my thighs trembled.

“Fuck—”

“You like that?” She added another finger, scissoring me gently. “You’re clenching so tight, baby. But I know you can take more.”

I could feel my cock dripping onto the tile below, my hips rocking back against her hand. She chuckled, twisting her fingers just right, and pleasure crackled up my spine.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you now,” she whispered, pulling her fingers free. The sound of her robe sliding off, the rustle of a condom—then the thick, blunt pressure of her cock pushing against me.

Wait. *Her* cock?

I glanced back, dizzy. Strapped around her hips was a thick black harness, a realistic dildo jutting out from between her thighs, glistening with lube. She smirked. “Surprised? Mommy likes options.”

Before I could answer, she thrust in.

The stretch burned, stole my breath, but her hands gripped my hips, holding me still as she bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re tight,” she groaned. “But you’ll take it. You’ll take all of me, won’t you?”

“Yes—*fuck*, yes—”

She pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. My vision blurred. Every thrust dragged a moan from my throat, my cock swaying, untouched and desperate. The kitchen filled with the wet slap of skin, Mom’s hungry panting, the creak of the counter under my weight.

“You’re mine like this,” she growled, fucking me harder. “My good little boy, taking Mommy’s cock so well.” Her hand snaked around, fingers wrapping my dripping shaft, jerking me in time with her thrusts.

I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped—I came with a shout, spurting over her fist, my ass clamping down around her cock as she rode me through it.

“That’s it,” she purred, slowing but not stopping. “But I’m not done.” She reached down, cupping my balls, and I whimpered, oversensitive. “One more. Come for me again.”

I didn’t have a choice. Her voice, her hands, her cock—I was putty. And when she finally came, grinding deep with a moan, I followed, shaking, my body wringing out every last drop.

She pulled out, gently turning me to face her. Her lips met mine, hungry. “Still under, baby?” she murmured against my mouth.

I nodded, dazed.

“Good.” She smiled. “Because we’re just getting started.”