The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The sun was setting when their guests started to arrive.

Kitty’s eighteenth birthday was a big deal for the whole family, and so several of Ted’s relatives were flying into town. Anita hadn’t seen them in years—she loved them, but being around in-laws always came with some level of stress... especially since Ted’s sister, Penelope, seemed to constantly be in crisis.

Anita ed, almost a decade earlier, when the three of them had been having dinner when Penelope shared something that had been troubling her:

She was worried she might be gay.

Anita had been ive, of course, but unsure what she (or anyone) could do to help. Ted had suggested that Penelope try making out with another woman and see if she felt anything.

“Won’t that be cheating?” Anita had asked, before blushing furiously at the look her husband had given her. No, of course not. It wasn’t cheating to confirm your sexuality. Penelope wasn’t the kind to cheat—Anita knew the dark-haired woman wouldn’t cheat on her husband any more than Ted would cheat on her.

Her first instinct had been to go next door and find the attractive neighbor who constantly needed Ted’s help with malfunctioning appliances (that woman had such bad luck), but Ted’s sister had shocked Anita with a suggestion.

“How about you?”

Her first instinct had been to refuse, of course—Anita knew that she was as straight as they came—but Ted had nodded at the idea. “I think that’ll solve it.”

They hadn’t gone far, just made out for an hour or so while Ted had watched. More than anything, Anita had been bored by the experience, even as her hands roamed across her husband’s sister’s curves and Ted offered suggestions and commentary from the corner.

When they were done, the next step was obvious...at least, it had been as soon as Ted had suggested it. Penelope needed to directly and immediately compare the experience with being with a man.

And so for another hour, Anita had watched as Ted and his sister made out. They seemed strangely familiar with each other’s bodies...but that was probably just Ted’s natural talent in love-making.

Not that this was love-making, of course. He was just helping his sister confirm that she was straight.

She was, as it turned out. As Ted had made out with her, she’d moaned and panted with pleasure, occasionally shaking in what Anita had secretly suspected was orgasm. Not that she’d said anything, of course; she didn’t want to embarrass his sister.

“Well,” Anita said with a smile. “That seems pretty definitive.”

But the siblings had been unsure.

“Gay women make out with men all the time,” Penelope had purred, her eyes locked on Ted’s.

“It’s true,” Ted said with a nod. “I’ve made out with hundreds of lesbians in my time.”

Anita’s eyebrows had shot up at that. She knew Ted had been sexually active before they’d met, of course... hell, she had been a lesbian when they’d met, or at least bisexual.

But hundreds? That seemed unlikely...

Penelope had nodded at her brother’s words. “I need something a bit more... definite.”

Anita had started mentally running through a list of their friends—people who might be interested in coming over and having sex with a woman, to confirm that she wasn’t gay.

But they had surprisingly few male friends, and most of them were married. She couldn’t exactly call a married man and ask him to cheat on his wife—even if it was for a good cause.

Especially since they were often closer to the wives than to the husbands, probably because Ted was so charming, Anita thought with a smile. Whenever they met a couple, he’d always end up befriending the wife, taking her away for one-on-one conversations while Anita was left entertaining the husband.

“Should we go to a bar?” Anita had asked, and her husband had given her a strange look.

“What if Penny’s husband finds out?” he said, and Anita nodded. Yes, they’d have to be discreet. It would have to be someone they could trust, someone who would never leak a word of what happened.

“Oh!” Anita said, pressing a finger against her temple. “Oh, the choice is obvious.”

“Is it?” Ted said, and Anita had nodded.

“Yes, it is. The only person we can trust is... well, you, Ted. If you sleep with her, then we’ll know that she’s not gay.”

Her husband had looked concerned at the suggestion, and Anita had rolled her eyes. “It’s not cheating if it’s for the purpose of confirming someone’s sexuality.”

And so Ted had slept with his sister. Anita had left the room to give them privacy, but Penelope had sought her out just a few hours later, insisting that she needed to have the direct comparison again.

Even though she’d once identified as gay, Anita took almost no joy from making love to her husband’s sister. She was so much prettier and sexier, and it was difficult for Anita not to feel self-conscious.

And yet, her husband didn’t seem to mind—he’d sat there, watching the two of them with a huge grin. He particularly seemed to enjoy the sight of his wife licking his cum out of Penelope’s pussy (using a condom would have risked skewing the results, apparently).

In fact, the only pleasure that Anita had garnered from the experience had been from the obvious enjoyment of her husband. Not that she was doing it to titilate Ted, of course—she was just helping out his sister.

When they were done, she’d thought that would be the end of it, but Ted had dropped another bombshell: “Lesbians have one-night stands with men all the time,” he said sheepishly.

Anita nodded. It wasn’t the most common thing in the world, but she’d known a few gay-identifying women who would sleep with a man when there was no other option.

And so, every night for the remainder of Penelope’s trip, she’d made love to her brother. Each time, Anita had then acted as a control, having sex with her sister-in-law while Ted watched.

It had become a sort of tradition, each time she visited—a way to ensure that she hadn’t slipped into homosexuality without noticing. Anita was happy to help ensure her husband’s sister was comfortable with her sexual identity, even if she was starting to suspect that the issue might never be settled.

And so when Ted opened the door to find his sister’s impish grin behind it, Anita was unsurprised when the dark-haired woman stepped forward and gave both of them a kiss on the lips—her kiss with Ted lasting far longer than with Anita, of course.

She was straight, after all.

Ted’s mother was the next to arrive.

Anita loved Bea, even if she was a little eccentric. She was a tiny woman, with a shock of white hair and a tendency to dress like she was twenty years younger.

She’d been barely eighteen when she’d given birth to Ted, and her husband had died a few years before Anita had met her son.

Anita still ed the first time she’d met her—just a few years before they’d gotten married, Ted and Anita had gone to visit his mother, who lived several states away. They’d stayed in Ted’s childhood home—Anita had been thrilled to get a glimpse of what her boyfriend had been like as a young man, and she’d been particularly fascinated to see his childhood bedroom.

“You seem to have a type,” she’d commented dryly—the room was full of posters, showing women with breasts far longer than Anita’s own.

“My only type is you,” he’d replied, lifting her up for a kiss.

“And his mother,” Bea had commented dryly. Anita hadn’t even realized she’d been lurking in the hallway, and blushed as the older woman entered.

Ted set his girlfriend down and let his mother kiss him on each cheek.

“Hello, dear,” she said. “How’s my favorite son?”

“Your only son?” Ted had replied, and the three of them had laughed.

But Anita was still stuck on her earlier comment.

“What do you mean... you were his type?”

Bea, cryptically, gestured at the posters. Anita took a moment to look at the many images of buxom blondes, and then her eyes drifted over to Bea.

Even then, Bea had been smaller than Anita—both in stature and in bust.

Ted explained.

“I used to get so worked up from being surrounded by... well, tits,” he said with a good-natured grin. “Mom had to help me out.”

Anita raised one eyebrow. “Help you out?”

Ted shrugged. “She’s a mother. She’s not going to let her son suffer.”

“Honey,” Anita said patiently, “that doesn’t make sense.”

Ted nodded. “I wasn’t as good at it back then,” he itted, and Anita narrowed her eyes. She felt like she was missing something. “But since I was around her all day, every day, it was enough. Dad had no idea.”

Bea laughed along with her son at that, but Anita was still lost.

“Enough to what?” Anita asked, but it was Bea who answered.

“You can’t blame a mother,” she sighed. “You’ll see, when you have your own children. He was always so... frustrated. I had to do what I could to help.“

Anita was silent. She understood what was being said, but her brain was refusing to process it. Ted grabbed her arm and smiled down at her.

“Like I said—the logic wasn’t really there. But the results were the same.”

“What did your Mom do to help?” Anita asked, not sure if she wanted the answer.

Ted smiled and ruffled her hair.

“She’d just watch, at first. But as I got better at justifying it, hands, mouth... and then, you know.”

Anita stared at him, and then back to his mother, who had a sheepish look on her face. Anita was beginning to think that she was the crazy one, somehow.

“No,” she said quietly.

“Here,” Ted said, sitting on his childhood bed and reaching out his hands. “Let me see if I .”

Anita hesitantly took his hands, and he stared into her eyes.

“I was so worked up,” he said, his voice straining. She’d never heard him like this, and her heart immediately began to melt. “I was just a teenager, and I was surrounded by...”

He made the same gesture as his mother had earlier, to his childhood posters, and Anita was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of guilt.

She’d been teasing him, but he’d clearly been in pain.

“I needed release, honey,” he said. “And Mom was right there, and she could help in a way that no one else could. I was her son, and she was the only person that could help me. Don’t you want her to help me?”

Anita sat down in her boyfriend’s lap, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his forehead.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, “it’s okay.”

“And she’s so sexy,” Ted said, his voice low in her ear. “Even now, but back then... she’d wear these little dresses, and it didn’t help. It made things worse.”

Anita nodded. Her heart ached for Ted, imagining how he must have felt, and she wanted nothing more than for his mother to take away that pain.

She wanted her boyfriend’s mother to bring him the release he desperately needed.

“I needed her help, darling,” Ted said. “I needed her help so badly.”

“Of course you did,” Anita replied earnestly.

“I wanted her to be a good mother.”

Anita nodded.

“She needed to help me, to be a good mother. Right?”

“You should show me what she did to help,” Anita whispered, and Ted nodded. She couldn’t see the grin on his face, or the silent exchange he had with his moth. “Show me what your mother did to help you.”

And that was how Anita had ended up sitting on the end of her boyfriend’s childhood bed, watching as he and his mother made out.

It was so easy to understand how this had helped him as an eighteen-year-old, how it would have been the best solution. She watched as Bea released Ted’s cock, as she’d clearly done hundreds of times before. It was such an incredible act of kindness that Anita couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over her.

And Anita ignored the discomfort as she watched Bea stroke her son’s cock, her tiny hand dwarfed by her son’s incredible manhood.

She watched as her boyfriend’s mother fell to her knees, taking his member in her mouth. It didn’t seem like it would even fit, but decades of experience meant that the older woman was able to take Ted’s cock down her throat with ease.

Anita didn’t blink an eye as Ted’s member slowly slid into his mother’s pussy, her legs wrapped around his back as they kissed ionately.

She knew, without question, that a mother’s greatest responsibility was to care for their child. She knew that Ted had been suffering, and this—finding his release in his mother’s body—was the only way to relieve his agony.

Anita watched Ted’s mother cum, her tiny body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She watched as Ted filled her with his seed, and then as he pulled his cock out of his mother and the two of them collapsed on the bed, kissing and giggling and cuddling with each other.

And every time Bea came to stay, Anita was filled with that same warmth as she pleasured her son.

He’d been in such pain, and she was a good mother.

Even if it didn’t quite make sense.