The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Over the next week, it became obvious to Finn how much he preferred his mother’s company when she was under Control. When he could order her to shut up, or make her leave the room when he was mad at her.

After the twelve hours ran out, Finn was frustrated to see that there was no way to purchase more time. He couldn’t renew Level One, and there wasn’t even a button for Level Two. If there had been, he would’ve done anything to unlock it—even if his mother had retracted her credit card, he would have sought a part-time job just to purchase the ability to get her off his back.

She was relentless. It felt like every moment they were at home together, she checked if he was studying. Working. Doing anything that wasn’t playing on his phone. He couldn’t so much as make himself a snack without her pouncing on him, interrogating him about when his essays were due.

The only blessing was that she never said anything about his night in Control. Nothing about the way he’d ordered her to shut up, or clean his room, or be honest with him.

His mother never mentioned that she knew his ambition.

And that she didn’t believe he was capable of reaching it.

That was what upset him most of all. Not the way she wouldn’t let him relax, or eat dinner in peace, or play games on his phone without her nagging. It was knowing that she thought he wasn’t good enough.

That she’d never believed in him, never thought he could make it.

The other upsetting thing was that… well, her relentlessness was working. By forcing him to bury his head in a textbook whenever he was at home, Finn was starting to wrap his head around what he was learning at school in a way he never had before.

When his math teacher sprung a quiz on them unexpectedly, he’d been tempted to fail. To show his mother that her controlling methods weren’t going to work on him. To prove that she’d been right, in a sense, for not believing in him.

But he’d chickened out at the last minute, and when he’d brought home his best test result ever, his mother had smiled at him. For the first time in weeks.

Finn leaned forward. Was she…

“What’s wrong?” Samantha asked, and Finn moved his attention back to his mother’s face. Since the last time he’d used the app, Finn had done all he could to avoid looking at her. And so he hadn’t noticed…

Her hair.

The last alteration he’d made to it had been to lengthen it, as much as he possibly could without access to the longer hairstyles. And it seemed… his mother’s hair had stayed that way.

The changes he made through the app had stayed, even after the session finished.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, moving his gaze to his feet. Maybe she’d just grown it out? It had been a while, after all. Hair grows. “Can I go now?”

“Take the night off,” his mother called after him. “Get some more boosts, or gems, or whatever it is I’m paying for.”

Finn wanted to slam the door behind him, but he refrained. As he threw himself back on his bed, he couldn’t help but open up Control. He’d managed to break himself of the habit of checking every few hours to see if a new level had appeared, but his mother’s order had put the compulsion back in him.

And sure enough, there was a button that hadn’t been there before.

Level Two.

“Damn you,” he muttered, tapping it and watching it charge his mother’s credit card.

At a glance, the second level looked much like the one before, though this time, twenty-four hours were ticking down.

Finn’s fist pumped the air. Twenty-four hours of getting his mother off his back, silencing her, having her cook him whatever he wanted, and doing whatever he commanded.

Wearing whatever he told her to wear…

Finn shook the thought off and went looking for other changes. It took a few minutes of poking around before the teenager found them: the ‘length’ option under the hairstyle menu now had Medium options: an extra-long bob cut, Princess Leia’s double buns, ‘the Rachel’, and a variety of ‘lobs’, whatever they were. He played around with them for a few minutes, trying to understand what all the different meant.

When he returned to the main menu, there was a new menu option, which simply read “Curves”. Finn’s eyebrows shot up as he clicked through to it—it was a single slider, and as the name suggested, it gave his mother… curves.

Even through her work outfit (a blue pantsuit with a white blouse), Finn could see the effects. The slider made his mother’s hips grow wider, her waist narrow slightly, and her bust move up at least a cup size. All in all, she’d become curvier, a little more feminine.

The slider only went a quarter of the way up before stopping—it seemed that Level Two only brought her up to a B cup. As uncomfortable as it made him to it, Finn couldn’t deny… his mother looked good. Softer. The changes suited her longer hair (he’d given her shoulder-length locks), and just generally made her more attractive.

Finn poked around for a few more minutes, but no other changes jumped out at him. He put his phone in his pocket and made his way into his mother’s office, where she was setting up her laptop. Perhaps that was why she’d given him the night off; so she could focus on her own work without needing to hassle him about studying. Typical.

“Hey, Mom,” he said, and a confused look appeared on Samantha’s face.

“I thought you’d be spending gems,” she said, crossing the room to grab her power cable. As she walked, he noticed a sway that he’d never seen before, her hips rolling from side to side, her ass jiggling with each step. Her model in the app had been facing forward, and he hadn’t noticed how much the curves slider had increased the size of her butt.

“Maybe I wanted to spend my night off with you,” he replied coolly. His mother’s eyes flickered to her work computer, and Finn clenched his fists. His mother really would rather spend her time working than hanging out with him.

“You’re not going to work tonight,” he said, not giving her a chance to respond. “That’s an order.”

His phone buzzed, and his mother nodded. “Of course,” she smiled, trying to act like it was her idea all along. “Nothing I’d rather do than spend time with my—”

“And,” he continued, cutting her off, “you’re not allowed to talk. Not until I give you permission.”

Finn had spent a lot of time thinking about what he’d have his mother do next. Twenty-four hours was more time than he’d been expecting—perhaps it doubled with each level. He quickly did some mental math—if it continued at the same rate, he’d be controlling his mother for more than a year by the time he hit Level Ten. If the app even went up that high.

His plan was simple: humiliation. To begin with, he wanted to put his mother into something she’d never usually wear. Even though it didn’t faze her in the slightest (she didn’t even seem to notice), he enjoyed the rush of power he got from dressing his uptight, professional mother in demeaning outfits.

When Finn opened the clothing tab, he realized that he hadn’t explored the new level as thoroughly as he’d thought. A small red star indicated the outfits that were new to Level Two; where the previous costumes had sometimes veered towards revealing, these looked like they belonged in the adult area of a Halloween store: schoolgirl outfits, tight-fitting catsuits, a sexy nurse uniform, even some lingerie.

He glanced up. As he’d been scrolling through the outfits, mouth wide open, his mother had just been staring at him as though waiting for further instructions. He’d told her she wasn’t going to work, but not what they’d be doing instead.

Looking back at the app, his attention was immediately drawn to a slutty professional outfit. It looked like a porn parody version of what his mother wore to work every day, and before he could talk himself out of it, he’d tapped the button.

Where the other outfits had faded away, with the new clothes transpiring out of nowhere on top of them, this one seemed to morph what she was already wearing. A knee-high pencil skirt replaced her pants. Her blazer disappeared, and her shirt’s sleeves were replaced by straps that crossed her shoulders. Her newly enlarged breasts were pushed into a tight-fitting brassiere with a plunging neckline. Her hair grew messy.

When the transformation was complete, Finn couldn’t help but gape. His mother still had the same placid look on her face, but was now dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. He could feel his cheeks heat up, and he turned away.

“Follow me,” he croaked, and marched towards the kitchen.

Finn knew he should change his mother’s outfit into something less… revealing… but as he settled at the kitchen table and ordered his mother to bake him some cookies, he talked himself out of it. He’d wanted to humiliate her, after all, and this pornographic version of her everyday wear was perfect for that, especially when combined with her new curves.

Even if it did give him uncomfortable thoughts when he looked at it.

After his mother’s confession, Finn had spent a lot of time thinking about what he wanted to do to his mother. He wasn’t interested in her sexually, of course—she was his mother. But he did want to embarrass her, make her feel as awful as he did.

As he sat at the kitchen table, watching his mother prepare the cookie dough, Finn smiled at what was coming next. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about what he’d have his mother do while she was under Control, and he couldn’t wait.

“Okay, Mom,” he commanded, trying not to notice the way her new curves jiggled as she moved the cookie tray into the oven. “While those bake, you’re going to lick my shoes clean.”

The app buzzed in his pocket as a disgusted look came across his mother’s face. “That’s foul!” she exclaimed, even as she took a step towards him.

“And you’ll enjoy it,” Finn added, unable to stop himself. “You love licking shoes.” The app buzzed, and a look of yearning appeared on Samantha’s face as she got down on her knees and began to lick her son’s trainers. For a few seconds, Finn felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he forced his gaze away from his mother’s cleavage, pulling out his phone to change her outfit.

The slutty professional outfit was perhaps a little too much. As his mother purred with happiness, licking the soles of his shoes clean, Finn tried out a few different costumes: a slutty cowgirl outfit, a short sundress, and finally a schoolgirl outfit.

None of them helped with his problem—she looked too good in each of them— but as she moved to his other shoe, he left her in the slutty schoolgirl outfit (a short plaid skirt, a white button-up blouse, and black stockings) and began changing her hair once more. He played with the color a few times, switching to black, brown, blonde… but eventually settled back on her natural red. A smile crossed his face as he once more put it up in pigtails, longer this time. Like handles to grab onto.

Finn blinked twice and shook his head. Where had that thought come from?

His mother had almost finished cleaning his second shoe when the oven timer went off. At his command, she reluctantly pulled away, giving his trainers a lingering glance before making her way across the kitchen to take out the cookies.

Finn watched her walk away, his eyes transfixed to the short schoolgirl skirt she was wearing. With every step, it bounced, threatening to show him her ass. He shifted in his seat, finally forcing himself to look away when she bent over to retrieve the cookies.

A few moments later, he’d changed her outfit into something slightly less revealing: a black dress with spaghetti straps. She still looked beautiful—it highlighted her curves perfectly— but her legs were no longer on display, her tits no longer threatening to reveal themselves whenever she moved.

“Get me a glass of water,” he rasped. His phone buzzed, and he forced himself to calm down. This was his mother, for Christ’s sake—the woman who raised him.

Well, almost. The woman who raised him hadn’t been this obedient. Or curvaceous…

But it was still his mother in there, beneath all that. He’d just wanted to humiliate her, not… not…

Finn closed his eyes and counted to thirty, trying not to think of all the stuff he didn’t want to do to her.

When he reopened them, his mother was standing in front of him with a glass of water and a plateful of cookies.

“Get me a glass of milk, too,” he ordered. Samantha raised her eyebrows at the order, but didn’t object, slinking to the fridge to obey his command. When she returned, he forced himself not to notice how much cleavage the black dress revealed and gave his next command.

“Feed me,” Finn said with a smile. “Dip each cookie in the milk, then bring it to my mouth.”

His mother rolled her eyes, but again didn’t say anything. Before he even knew what he was saying, two more words slipped out of Finn’s mouth:

“Enjoy it.”

As his mother fed him her delicious, warm cookies, Finn played on his phone. His original plan had been to play a game—perhaps Slave Princess, humiliating his mother by enjoying it right in front of her—but his fingers brought him back to Control, instead. He only had twenty-two hours remaining (minus sleep, if the previous level had been anything to go on), and he felt like it would be wasteful not to take full advantage of every one of them.

Samantha smiled broadly at each of her son’s bites, occasionally letting out small squeaks or moans of enjoyment as Finn enjoyed her baked goods. He tried to block out the sound of his mother’s enjoyment, focusing on the screen. Some of the new outfits had variant options— he changed her dress from black to blue to red (which looked awful against her vibrant red hair) before finally settling on a green that matched her eyes.

Like when he’d changed her work outfit, the color morphed in front of his eyes, swirling from one to the next like a kaleidoscope. He was even able to choose different accessories; he watched as a necklace popped into existence, dangling invitingly into her cleavage. Her small earrings faded away, to be replaced by two golden-colored loops.

He even played with the curves slider, watching as her tits shrank, then swelled back up as he moved the slider to the right. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like when he unlocked another level, allowing him to move the slider even further…

His mother didn’t seem to notice a thing, even as jewelry manifested around her neck and on her face. She just continued following her orders, feeding him cookies with a dopey look of pleasure on her face.

By the time the cookies were done, Finn’s mother was once more dressed in the ‘rebel’ outfit of the previous week: red six-inch heels, a black mini-skirt, white fishnets, and a skull t-shirt that showed off her bellybutton… which was now pierced. Finn had discovered the accessories tab—had it been there last week, and he just hadn’t noticed it, or was that another perk of Level Two?

As a final flourish, he added a piercing to her nose. His mother, his uptight, professional, no-nonsense mother, was standing in front of him with a spike piercing through her right nostril.

“When did you get that done?” he asked, unable to resist, and when he gave her permission to speak, his mother answered with a story about how she’d had her nose pierced after graduating college, as a treat to herself.

“I bet you like it,” he said impulsively, and her mouth twisted in confusion.

“You like it,” he said, rephrasing it as a command before she could start telling him about how she regretted it, and he would never be allowed to get a piercing of his own.

The phone buzzed in his pocket.

“I love it,” she gushed. “I think it’s so sexy.”

Finn’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, his mother continued.

“It makes me feel so naughty. So bad.” She giggled, staring at him, her green eyes bright. “I love the way it makes men look at me. The way the piercing draws their eyes to my face, and they wonder… ”

She trailed off, a blush appearing on her face. Finn knew he could order her to continue, that she’d detail exactly what it made strangers wonder about his mother, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Clean my room,” he finally said, and his mother nodded. She didn’t roll her eyes, as she had the week before—perhaps licking his shoes then feeding him cookies for half an hour had put her in such a good mood that she couldn’t bring herself to object.

While his mother cleaned his room, Finn forced himself to calm down. This app… even from the initial ment, it had been obvious what it was used for. What it was geared towards.

What the intended endgame was.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He had no interest in using his mother like… like that. He’d just wanted her to get off his back, to take her down a peg. He’d wanted to humiliate her, not… not…

He closed his eyes. An image had appeared in his head—the ultimate way he could “humiliate” his mother.

No. That wasn’t what he wanted. That wasn’t why he’d done any of it.

Not for the first time, Finn cursed the fact that he’d chosen his mother as the target for the app. If it had been Jenny, moaning and squirming with pleasure as she hand-fed him, talking about how much she enjoyed the stares of strangers on her body, he could have enjoyed the entire experience guilt-free.

But his mother, saying the same things? Doing the same things? Making the same… noises?

He couldn’t enjoy that. He didn’t enjoy that.

He hadn’t enjoyed it, not even for a moment.

When his mother was done cleaning his room, Finn was still sitting at the table, staring at the app. His stomach was hurting. Not only from the guilt (he was now realizing there was a reason his mother didn’t usually let him eat an entire plateful of cookies in a single sitting), but he was no closer to working out what to do.

“What do you want to do next?” she asked, a smile on her thin lips. He hadn’t even told her to enjoy cleaning his room (though the idea had crossed his mind), but her good mood apparently hadn’t faded.

“Get changed and go to bed,” he ordered, and the notification appeared on the screen in front of him.

Request granted.