The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

For the next week, Finn worked harder on his schoolwork than he ever had before.

Much like a well-designed game, he realized, it was all about motivation.

If you’re trying to make a game where people pull off cool combos but the game is winnable without them… your players are going to skip the combos.

You gotta incentivize them right.

Finn’s desire to be a video game designer had nothing to do with ’getting good grades in high school’, and so he’d never had any reason to care. But now that his grades were directly tied to what he could do with Ashley and Jenny, he’d never been so motivated in his life.

After dinner, Ashley had disappeared to have a ‘post-gym shower’. When she’d reappeared, Finn had been disappointed to see that she was dressed once more.

ittedly, she showed a lot of skin at the best of times, so there was still plenty to look at. She’d thrown on a pair of summer pajamas, which were tight enough to show off her perky tits and firm ass.

But as much as he wanted to appreciate the view, Finn was aching to see her naked again. To jerk off on her again.

It wasn’t until the time ended that he realized— he hadn’t even sucked on her breasts! Jenny had let him, so he had no doubt that Ashley would as well; Everything he could do with one person on a level seemed to be transferable.

The teenage boy tried not to think too hard about what that meant for his Mom…

Over the subsequent days, he’d even spent some time with Jenny, purely in a friendly capacity. She gave no indication that she ed what she’d done— she treated him like nothing more than a friend, showing no attraction to him or… y’know, desire to masturbate in front of him and have him jerk off on her tits.

He was surprised that she was nothing like what he’d imagined. Jenny was so hot, Finn had always imagined she’d be some level of snooty, maybe even stuck up. At the very least, he’d thought that she’d be confident.

But to his surprise, she was… well, shy. He’d known she covered up her body, but he’d figured that was to deflect attention.

While under the influence of Control, she’d said that she thought her boobs were gross. She never stated it as directly, but Finn soon learned that she felt the same way about the rest of her body.

Jenny, to his total bewilderment, really did think she was unattractive.

Finn didn’t try to convince her otherwise (he was pretty sure that she’d not only ‘not believe him’, but actively start to be suspicious of his motives), he just spent time with her. As a friend, they had a lot in common.

Meanwhile, he’d tried asking his best friend a few questions, dropping them casually into conversation.

“Hey, what kind of stuff does your Mom wear to the gym?”

Terrance had rolled his eyes at the question. He knew what his friends thought of his Mom. Hell, he knew what the world at large thought of his Mom.

But when Finn had explained he was thinking of getting some gym clothes for his own mother, he reluctantly answered.

“Yoga pants, tank top. Although sometimes… ”

Terrance pursed his lip, as though a thought had flitted into his brain, and then left again just as quickly.

“What?” Finn pressed, but his best friend shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said. “Pretty much just that.”

A few days later, Finn had tried another angle.

“Hey, sorry I was so quiet at dinner the other night.”

“It’s cool,” Terrance had replied casually. “I know you’re not that into football. Besides, you were busy with… ”

And there it was again. A slightly furrowed brow, eyes narrowed just a little bit.

And again, he shook the expression away.

“… whatever you were doing,” he said casually, and Finn nodded.

At home, he’d been avoiding his Mom. Not that you can completely avoid someone when there are only two of you living together. But aside from meals, he’d buried himself in his work, declining his mother’s offers to hang out, to keep watching Arcane, or to do something fun.

He was wholly focused on getting his work done, on his goal to transfer Control to someone else; it was easy to pretend that she didn’t exist.

To pretend he hadn’t made her pose for him.

To pretend it hadn’t immediately given him a boner.

So when Friday night hit, he was buried in a textbook and didn’t even notice her enter the room.

Until she knocked loudly on the inside of his door, almost making him jump out of his skin.

“Jesus Christ, Mom,” he shouted. “I was concentrating!”

“I know,” she said, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder affectionately. He shrugged her off, a scowl on his face.

Sam sighed.

“Honey,” she began, and Finn rolled his eyes at the nickname. Great start. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… you really need to take a break.”

He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows.

“Really?” he said, enjoying the look of discomfort on his mother’s face at the situation’s irony. “You want me to stop studying?“

“Yes,” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “I know, okay?”

“You, Ms. Workaholic, think that I’m working too hard?“

“Just… put the books away, okay? We can do whatever you like tonight.”

Finn furrowed his brow, returning to the book. “I want to study.”

But his mother didn’t take the hint and leave. Instead, she moved one hand to the middle of his book, her long fingers with unpainted nails blocking his view.

“Look,” she said, her voice firm and serious. “You’ve worked your ass off all week. I’m proud of you, honey, really I am—but you need a break. I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

Finn’s face darkened. He couldn’t believe her. This was just her control freak tendencies coming into play from another angle: she needed to control when he worked, she needed to control when he took a break. Unless she was bossing him around, she was just never happy.

“Fine,” he snapped.

“Good boy,” she said, reaching up and tapping him on the nose with the tip of one finger, ignoring his scowl. “Come downstairs; we can order pizza and watch more of that Arcana show.“

He didn’t bother correcting her, just pulled out the app.

He’d show her who was in control.

He’d show her who had Control.

Finn tilted his head to the side when he saw how much time he had remaining. Nine hours? That didn’t make any sense— he hadn’t used the app on his mother all week.

Unless…

His heart sank as he ed the warning he’d gotten when using the app on Jenny and Ashley: 5 hours per hour. He hadn’t understood at the time, and he’d been too excited to question it, but now he was finally understanding what it meant.

For each hour he used to ‘rent’ someone, it cost five hours he could’ve had with his mother.

He stared at the app for several minutes, only stopping when his mother called for him. “Finnegan!”

He really didn’t want to spend an evening with his mother. And, yes, he actually wanted to spend the rest of the evening studying: he had a math quiz coming up, and he felt like the concepts were finally starting to click together.

So he hit the button, and the time started counting down.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat. An hour with his classmate, or his friend’s hot Mom—that was far more valuable than controlling his own mother. When he was controlling his own mother, he couldn’t see her naked, or watch her masturbate, or suck her tits, or cum onto her nude body.

Well… he could. But he definitely didn’t want to.

Definitely.

“Come here!” he yelled back. Buzz. The app lit up with the familiar Request granted message, and soon his mother was standing in his doorway. She was still wearing what she’d worn to work that day: a navy-blue blouse and a dark grey pencil skirt. She’d also worn heels, but taken them off as soon as she got home; despite this, she was still a full half a foot taller than Finn.

“What do you want?” she asked, slightly out of breath.

“I want you to leave me alone,” he said. “I need to study.”

The app buzzed, but it wasn’t until he noticed his mother hadn’t left that he bothered to glance down at it.

Request denied.

He clicked the small ‘i’ in the corner, but before the message loaded, he knew what it was going to say:

Error: Request conflicts with chosen goal.

Finn threw his head back in frustration. The only thing worse than his mother ordering him around—the ONLY thing worse— was when she was right.

And apparently, she was right. He really did need a break.

“Make me some popcorn,” he snarled, and the app buzzed.

Request granted.

“A please would be nice!” his mother called out, already making her way to the kitchen to obey his command.

Finn sulked his way downstairs and plopped onto the couch. As he waited for his Mom to bring him the popcorn, he poked around the app.

Yup, sure enough, there it was. The same button he’d used on Terrance’s mother. With a single tap, his mother would be naked.

His finger hovered over the button. It wasn’t like it would be a sexual thing, he reasoned. He’d seen his mother naked before, when he’d been very young. It was almost like… an educational thing. Knowing what a normal woman looked like naked was important. So far, all his experience had been with two incredibly stacked babes; that was hardly giving him a balanced perspective on the female form.

Plus, he’d made some changes to his mother. She’d grown curvier, bustier. There was nothing wrong with wanting to know the differences in that respect, right? That was just normal, healthy curiosity.

Except… she was his Mom.

That was what stopped him. No matter how he justified it, that one fact remained: she was his mother. She’d given birth to him. She’d raised him.

If he used the app to look at her naked, no matter how he explained it away, he was still… y’know, using an app to look at her naked.

To look at his own mother’s naked body.

A grin crossed his face, and he pressed the button.

“Hey, Mom!” he shouted. “What are you wearing?”

“I’m naked,” she called back.

“Why?”

“I’m making popcorn,” Sam responded, as though that was a completely logical answer.

Finn laughed. Best of both worlds: he got to humiliate his mother, force her to be naked… and he didn’t have to see it.

As he glanced back down at his phone, his eyebrows shot up.

Shit.

He’d forgotten that the little avatar showed you exactly what the person was wearing. On his phone, rotating in front of him, was a naked image of his mother. It was small, but… well, not small enough.

In the immortal words of Patrick Stewart, “he’d seen everything”. Yes, it was a smaller, pixellated version, but still: he’d seen his mother’s bare tits. His mother’s ass. He now knew something that no son should know about his mother: exactly how she kept her pubic hair (neatly trimmed) and what color her nipples were (pink).

It was too late to stop himself from looking, from memorizing the sight of his mother’s naked form, but he tried anyway. He hit another button at random and breathed a sigh of relief as his mother’s form was covered by a white T-shirt reading “Bad Bitch” and tight blue jeans with ripped knees.

God, he wished he didn’t know her body looked like under that shirt. Exactly what her ass looked like under those jeans.

With a shudder, Finn put the phone down and tried to pretend he had seen nothing. To pretend he hadn’t accidentally just seen his mother’s completely naked body.

And more than anything, Finn tried to pretend his cock wasn’t throbbing.

When his mother entered a few minutes later, the teenage boy was still beet-red.

“C’mon, honey,” she said, sitting beside him and putting her hand on his knee. “It’s okay to have a break now and again.”

Finn shook his leg, and she took the hint, lifting her hand away with a sigh.

“Here’s your popcorn,” she said, then handed him the remote. “We can watch whatever you want.”

“Don’t you get it?” he snapped. “I don’t want to watch anything. I don’t want to spend time with you!“

She wasn’t hurt. Finn tried very hard to convince himself of that. She was pretending to be hurt, using an expression of hurt as a weapon. If he thought she was hurt, then she’d won—she’d have manipulated him into feeling sorry for her.

The look of hurt was just another method of control.

“Fine,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. Trying to hide what definitely wasn’t a genuine feeling of hurt. “I was going to wait until next week, but… if you’d rather spend the night alone: here.”

Finn looked up as his mother bent over to fetch something from her bag. He looked away immediately, trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed how good her ass looked in those jeans. One tear was directly over her right ass-cheek, and it was evident that she either wasn’t wearing panties or was wearing a thong.

He could’ve ordered her to tell him… or show him… but, no. She was his mother.

When she stood up, she had her credit card. He accepted it, one eyebrow raised.

“I haven’t done any tests since last time,” he muttered, trying to figure out what her game was.

“But you will,” she smiled. “I’ve seen how hard you’ve been working— I know you’ll get an amazing grade.”

Finn sighed. “Thanks,” he said begrudgingly, and his mother smiled before leaving the room and leaving him alone.

With Control.

Sure enough, now that his mother had given him permission—god, she even controlled Control!—“Level Three” had appeared in the in-app purchases page. He hit the button, re-entered his mother’s credit card details, and a few seconds later was returned to the main page, his mother’s avatar spinning, still dressed in the shirt and ripped jeans.

The timer was now counting down from forty— did that mean that he’d wasted his unused time, or had it simply added thirty-two hours to the previous total?

Rather than spend his time regretting what he couldn’t change, Finn poked around to see what changes Level Three brought.

The most obvious change was a new button, one he hadn’t seen before: “Styling Upgrade”. But when Finn clicked on it, he wasn’t brought to a menu— instead, the entire button indented. He pressed it again, and it… outdented? Whatever the opposite of indenting was.

Toggling the button again, Finn squinted at the rotating depiction of his mother. He couldn’t see any differences, but the image was too tiny. Perhaps if she were naked…

No. Finn shook his head. If the changes did affect her naked form, he certainly didn’t want to see them.

“Mom!” he called out with a heavy sigh. “Come here!”

Buzz.

A few minutes later, his mother’s head poked around the corner, a look of cautious optimism on her face. “Yes, honey?”

“Don’t talk,” he ordered, and his mother nodded, almost before his phone buzzed. “Come stand in front of me.”

Buzz.

It was clear that Sam was slightly confused by the request, but she didn’t say anything, just doing as she was told. Finn scanned his mother’s body slowly.

The first change he noticed was her hands. Ordering her to hold them in front of him, he saw that her nails were longer than they’d been half an hour ago, with an oval style and red nail polish.

“Those look good,” he muttered, and his mother smiled.

Ah, that was another change—lipstick. Red, to match the nails. She was now wearing eyeliner, too, which really made her green eyes stand out.

Her lips weren’t just red; they reminded Finn of a model’s lips. Plumper.

Sexier.

“Those look good too,” he said, and a slight blush appeared on his mother’s face at the compliment.

In fact, his mother looked more attractive than he’d ever seen her look. The eyeliner brought out her strongest feature, the red lips made her look more… deliberate, like she was trying. And the fuller lips made her look softer and more feminine than she had before.

Even the two features that Finn would’ve considered her least attractive… somehow, they’d been turned into strengths. Her large, sharp nose (which he’d unfortunately inherited) now looked striking, even commanding. And the mole beneath her lip now looked like a beauty mark.

Yeah, it was impossible to deny: his Mom looked good.

Rather than have her run in and out of the room while he investigated the new features, Finn had his mother continue to stand there as he poked around the options.

It was funny—with Ashley and Jenny, he’d never even bothered trying to change their looks. Partially because of the time constraint, of course (he’d never felt an hour go so fast before in his life), but mostly because… well, they were perfect the way they were. There was nothing to change.

But with his mother, it was almost like having his own Barbie to play with. He could change her hair, her clothes, and now, he discovered: her makeup.

For fifteen minutes, Finn played with the makeup options. He gave his mother dark eyeliner and pink lipstick, then brightened her cheeks with a subtle blush. He experimented with her eye shadow, adding multiple layers to make her eyes stand out.

He changed her nails back to unpainted, then gave her ’ratchet’ nails—long, gaudy nails, which he could decorate with any one of a thousand patterns.

When he was done, he concluded… the General Style options were better. With a tap, it returned to those: red lipstick, simple eyeliner, red nails. Perhaps the app was calibrated to detect what looked best and apply that by default.

Poking into hair-styles, he saw that there was a whole new range: ’Shoulder-length curly’, ‘shoulder-length straight’, ’shoulder-length layered’. ing how good Ashley had looked the other night, Finn put his Mom’s hair into a shoulder-length ponytail, then smiled at the sight. His cock started to rise, ing Ashley’s naked tits glistening with his cum, the look on her face as he’d taken photos of her.

Those photos had seen use every night of the week, and he couldn’t wait to take more. Of Jenny, too. And maybe as the levels increased, there’d be some way to take photos of them together…

Noticing his erection, he looked away from the screen quickly. He didn’t want his mom to see him like this.

He didn’t want to be like this while looking at his Mom.

The clock ticked down, and eventually Finn gave up on trying to make his cock shrink. It wasn’t like he’d gotten hard while looking at his Mom, after all. He’d just been hard and, at the same time, his Mom had been there.

Nothing weird about that.

Scrolling through the available outfits, Finn discovered a whole new section: lingerie. Before thinking, he tapped the first option: before his eyes, his Mom’s outfit changed to a pair of black underpants and matching panties. He stared at her in shock, his eyes feasting on the sight of her exposed body. Her skin was so pale — more pale than he’d realized from the naked avatar he’d seen earlier (and of course, further emphasized by the contrast of the dark lingerie). And she was so fit; several times each week, his mother went jogging and visited the gym, but he’d never really thought about what that meant, in physical .

A flat stomach, for one. Long, toned legs. And her ass was so firm, so full… although ittedly, that might have been his doing.

The app’s doing.

After quickly putting his mother back into some clothing (a black shrug over a green shirt, along with some tight black jeans), Finn revisited the “Curves” slider. Sure enough, he could pull it further to the right than before: as he did, his mother’s breasts got larger before his eyes, filling out the green shirt. They stretched against the fabric as they grew.

His mother didn’t react to the sensation, just smiled at her son as he stared at her in awe.

They weren’t large—they were still half the size of Jenny’s, or Ashley’s—but they were visibly larger than before. Her ass had grown slightly as well, although not quite as much as her chest. And he couldn’t be sure, but it felt like her hips had expanded as well.

For some reason, he really wanted to be sure.

After several minutes of scrolling through outfits, Finn couldn’t see anything that would show exactly what he wanted to see. And so, with a sigh, he chose the same polka-dot bikini he’d put Ashley into. For some reason, bikinis felt less weird to him than lingerie—like, they showed off just as much, but he could theoretically see his mother in a bikini. He’d never see her in lingerie.

The clothing twirled and shifted around her body until Sam was wearing nothing but a bikini top and matching bottoms.

“Wow,” Finn said, before he could stop himself.

Again, Sam simply beamed in response to her son’s attention.

She didn’t look as good as Ashley, of course. Terrance’s mother was practically a goddess—a busty, curvy fertility goddess. There was nothing about her he wanted to change; it was almost like the app had already adjusted her.

Finn’s forehead creased. Maybe she had been adjusted by the app. It wasn’t like he was the first person ever to get it—perhaps that was why she was so physically perfect. Why was she so friendly, so flirty… why did she always dress in such provocative outfits?

Next time he was around her, he decided to look into it. See if there was some setting that would show evidence of previous tampering.

Maybe he wouldn’t be able to capture her as his alternate target. What if she already belonged to someone else?

Finn forced his attention back to his mother. Yeah, she wasn’t as attractive as Ashley (but who was?), but the curves feature had done incredible work. Her breasts were now more than a handful each, and not only had her hips expanded, but her waist had shrunk, making her ass look rounder and more prominent than before.

His mother now had an hourglass figure.

Finn played with the curves feature, watching his mother’s body expand and contract like a balloon filled with hot air. The bikini adjusted with her body, the cups growing to contain her entire bust, the bottoms fitting snugly no matter what size her hips and ass were.

The original setting, the one that Sam had been for all of Finn’s life… it looked almost comically thin now. Her ass and tits shrank, her hips contracted, and her waist expanded out—her original form put Finn in mind of a surfboard, not a woman.

The middle setting looked good, but the final setting—the new one, just unlocked with Level 3— looked absolutely incredible, and it wasn’t a hard decision to keep her there.

“She looks better,” he muttered to himself, his eyes sweeping up and down his mother’s newly curvaceous body. “I’m sure this is what anyone would want to look like.”

After several minutes of staring at his mother’s curves as she stood there and smiled at him, Finn abruptly decided it was time for bed. It had been a long day, he reasoned. And if he wasn’t going to study, he might as well have an early night, get a full day’s work in on Saturday.

“G’night, Mom,” he said, his throat dry. He didn’t tell her to move— he knew that once he was asleep, the app would switch off and her free will would return. She didn’t say anything, just smiled after him as he left the room.

As Finn crawled into bed, he pretended not to notice that even after forty-five minutes of playing with settings, his erection still hadn’t gone down.