Free Story: Dazed and Confused

Dazed and Confuseed
A Smuthunter Homage


            As Brad knocked on the front door, he didn’t know what to expect. His girlfriend’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet even though she was supposed to have left to get here before him, and he had no idea what her mom would be like.

“Oh, she’s nice, you’ll like her,“ was the extent of the what he’ gotten out of her, past some sweet childhood stories and things like that. That hadn’t been dating all that long, so it was weird to be out here in the first place, and it would be even weirder alone.

            “You must be Brad! I’m Valarie,” the woman who opened the door didn’t look a lot like her daughter, but there were some similarities. They had the same green eyes, the same sharp noses and round cheeks, but not a lot else.

            His girlfriend Janet was the athletic type, svelte, long brown hair, with a tomboy-ish air to her, and the woman in front of him, was nothing like that at all.

She was eye level with Brad, thanks to heels, had blond curls, and was rounder and softer than her daughter in every way. To say she was more womanly would be less a comment on her age and more an observation of her figure and her image, and to say she was curvy would be to understate her chest.

Valarie more than filled out her pale purple floral dress, and while the scoop of her neckline wasn’t that deep, the size of her breasts couldn’t help but emphasize it. Janet t was too athletic to have a chest like that, and Brad couldn’t help but wonder if they were fake.

The very tight hug he found himself in as she said, “It’s so nice to meet you”, made him think they were real. Valarie also smelled nice; it was something floral, and also wine.

As they walked inside and he politely answered that yes he was Brad and it was nice to meet her too, Valarie reached over to small table by the front door and picked up a mostly empty glass of white wine, “Janet’s not here yet, but come in, sit down; it’s so odd you didn’t drive up together.”

Brad found himself sitting in a very plush and padded armchair in a very nice, very warm and welcoming living room, as his hostess walked towards the kitchen, “Yeah, she had to…”

“Hold on, hold that thought,” there was a wine drenched enthusiastic lilt in Valarie’s voice, something that almost touched on a slur. She stepped back out of the kitchen with two full glasses in her hand, “here.”

Brad took the glass and thanked her.

“Now,” she took a sip and sat at the edge of the couch adjacent to him, “what were you saying?”

“It’s just that Janet said she wanted  to leave earlier, and since I’m heading back to my place before heading home for the summer, this just made more sense.”

He took a sip, it was a chardonnay, and the taste of it made him wonder why it had a bad name with guys. He wasn’t a big wine guy, but he liked this.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon, something probably came up and she didn’t want to bother you while you were driving,” and as the words left Valarie’s lips, her phone, which was next to her on the couch, vibrated.

“Looks like I was wrong,” Valarie put her phone down, “Janet says she’ll be here tomorrow morning because something did come up. She says you should call her once you get here.”

Brad realized he was making a face, and found himself taking another drink.

“Oh honey,” Valarie chuckled, “it’s okay, and I’m sure whatever’s keeping her is probably for the best. You know how she can be, if she leaves something unfinished, or not up to her standards… she’s so high strung about some thing, I want to say she gets it from me, but…”

Valarie smiled, took another sip, and shrugged. The heft of her breasts bounced ever so slightly, but not slightly enough to miss it, and Brad noticed a golden chain descending down into her cleavage. The woman was older, obviously old enough to be a parent, but it didn’t seem like it was by much.

It was also hard not to miss anything about her chest, because even though there was nothing immodest about her dress, he was still a young man, and her girlfriend’s mom was an attractive woman with big boobs.

It was as simple as that, and Brad was already a little embarrassed about having noticed them, though how could he now, and having had those thoughts about her. He took another sip of wine to try and balance his equilibrium.

“I’m sorry Brad,” Valarie’s tone shifted ever so slightly from warm and enthusiastic to curious and… enthusiastic, “Janet hasn’t told me that much about you. But don’t worry, this isn’t an interrogation honey, just tell me about you.”

She finished her glass as he told her about his major, and why he was interesting in software engineering, and the more he spoke, the easier it became to talk to Valarie. She had an aura about her and a sparkle in her eye, that made him feel like he was the most important thing in the world while she listened.

It might have been the wine on both sides of that equation, but the way she sat and leaned in a little, and Brad couldn’t help but catch a glance down into her cleavage now and again, and the way she didn’t have to always ask him a follow up question, but showed him she wanted to hear more, made it so easy for him to just talk to her.

“It sounds like you’ve had a very long year honey,” she stood up and took his empty glass from him, “you’re probably really looking forward to vacation and having a chance to really unwind and relax a little.”

“Probably,” he got to his feet and took his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going to step outside and call…”

“Oh, sit down, she can wait. She’ll be busy now with whatever it is anyway,” Valarie’s voice came from the kitchen, followed first by two more full glasses, and then the jut of her chest. “Besides, weren’t we just having a conversation dear?’

She stood in front of him with a glass extended, “Sit, have another glass, relax, you were just telling me how long this year was, and today’s already been such a long day too, sit down, relax, don’t worry about Janet.”

She took another sip, ‘Why don’t we just put your phone away over here, and you and I can talk more. That’s why you’re here isn’t it?”

Brad didn’t quite know what to say when she plucked his phone from his hand and placed it on the end table on the far side of the couch. He also noticed that thanks to the wine, it was getting harder not to stare at her breasts, and as she walked back over to him, he feared that maybe she’d caught him catching a look at her.

“Sit dear, please,” she stayed standing and it was obvious she wasn’t going to sit until he did, so, he did.

“It must be nice to finally slow down a little. Your classes sound so demanding, and keeping up with them, and my daughter, and everything else, I’m sure your brain must feel so drained right now. I appreciate how hard it is to be smart, and how hard you have to work to use your smarts. You must be so tired of trying, you must be so tired of spending so much mental energy all the time, just relax honey, enjoy your wine and relax with me.”

Something had started to happen as Valarie spoke to him.

First, as she started to toy with her necklace, he noticed that he was staring at the thumbnail sized sapphire teardrop at the end of the gold chain that sunk into between her breasts, which meant he’d almost instantaneously absentmindedly been staring at her breasts, at least in passing.

Second, as she spoke to him in that same wine warm tone, her words had gotten a little softer and a little rounder, kind of like her breasts, and he felt a softness washing over him, like an invisible blanket of heaviness that he felt behind his eyes and all over his body.

Third, when she told him to enjoy his wine, while his eyes were not so much locked on to, but drawn into hear cleavage with a lazy sort of passivity, he felt the urge to take a sip, and he did.

“Isn’t that nice, knowing that there’s nowhere else to be, and nowhere else to go. There’s nothing you have to worry about at all now, nothing you have to think about at all either. It’s such a relief for you to just talk to me, you don’t have to worry about if I like you, you don’t have to look forward to meeting me anymore, because you’re here now, I think you’re a very nice young man, and it doesn’t matter that Janet’s not here yet, you can talk to her any time, you’re really here to see me aren’t you Brad?”

The gem fell back down between her breasts and disappeared again, and as it did, he realized that he’d been staring, but as he started to raise his eyes up, Valarie’s fingers started to trace the chain, and honestly, as wrong as it was to be looking at her girlfriend’s mom’s tits, the wine, and the exhaustion that just seemed overwhelm him all at once while she talked made it too hard for him to care. So, Brad just watched the whites of her French tips trace the chain while her breasts heaved slowly and easily with her breath.

“I guess I am, thank you for having me.” Her questions had become softer, more patient, almost like she wasn’t expecting much from him, and it made him feel like he really should show her how appreciative he was, or at least was supposed to be.

“You know, you’ve come so far, and that was so much driving after such a long and demanding school year, I think,” the sapphire rose out of those soft white breasts and its crystal blue sparkled, “you must really wanted to meet me. It’s so nice of you to do more than just humor me, it was my idea after all, not Janet’s, so thank you for agreeing with me. It’s really for the best that we have a chance to meet, it’s really what’s probably best for you isn’t it Brad?”

She twisted the chain an the crystal spun, keeping his eyes locked on its subtle shifting. She sounded so patient, and he knew it was because, well, he didn’t know why she would have to be patient with me, maybe the wine had gone to his head.

Again, to answer her he tried to look up, but as his eyes started to shift, the crystal dropped and his eyes went with it.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay. You’re so tired, you’re feeling so tired and so drained aren’t you? You’ve been thinking so hard all year long, and I’m sure you’ve been thinking even harder about making a good impression, and thinking about the way you would act around me, trying your best, putting in so much more effort, and it’s so hard to try now isn’t it.”

The gentle enthusiasm of her words, still dripping in wine, made him blink and he found himself taking a long sip of his wine as she did the same.

“You poor thing,” her fingers went back to the chain, but this time her nails were brushing up and down against her flesh and she’d leaned in a little towards him. “You’re finally feeling it aren’t you? The overwhelming mental drain of being so smart and working so hard, of working so hard and doing so much, really, if you think about it, doing so much for me, driving out here. You look like you mind is spinning honey, you look like you really need to relax and just let everything slow down.”

Her wine glass sat empty on the coffee table, and both were not moving up and down over the tops of her breasts, up and down in opposite ends, and Brad felt like the word had shifted forty-five degrees as he blinked.

“You’re feeling so overwhelmed sweetie, I know, overwhelmed by what you’ve accomplished and what you’ve done, and you just feel the drain, the constant demanding drain on your brain that being so smart makes you feel. I know you do, I know it’s so hard for you, you’re not used to these feelings, not used to noticing these feelings, you’re confused right now, so confused, so just slow down and relax, I’ll help you Brad, honey, just listen and relax okay baby?”

He was having a very hard time understanding what Valarie was talking about, and he wasn’t in a position to argue, or even make up an excuse to change the subject or… his phone was so far away and the chair was so warm, plus she was so sweet, and there was something about the sound of her voice right now, it sounded just like her tits looked, and while her words felt like they were smothering his brain, the idea of her smothering his face in her chest crept across his imagination.

He’d blinked and his eyes hadn’t opened immediately. For a split second he was lost in a daydream of her soft tits in his hands, and in the moment his eyes shut his eyelids felt like lead and his whole body felt five times heavier.

“No,” his eyes opened and he felt the adrenalin surge that came from startling awake when he’d accidently fall asleep in class.

She smirked at him, and hands fell to her lap, “No?”

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just, I’m really tired.” He was embarrassed, and even though his mind had shot into awareness and a bolt of electricity had moved down his spine, as quick as it came, it was gone, and his body felt incredibly warm and heavy.

“Oh sweetie, I know, that’s why you really need to relax isn’t it?” A hand had come back up to her chest, and again the sapphire came up out of her cleavage, and this time she just toyed with it, dangling it and dropping it, having it sink a little deeper ever time, but still remaining revealed just enough.

There was something about the anxiety of seeing it teetering on the edge of disappearing, something about the precarious and slow way it moved, combined with the soothing, overwhelming size and shape of her breasts compared to the crystal, that Brad found himself transfixed with it again.

“I think you’re so worn out mentally that you might not understand what you really need. I think it’s so hard for you to understand what’s happening right now because you’ve just used up all of your brain power.”

She was almost chipper, almost cheerful as her words started to wrap around his fuzzy mind. When the crystal dipped down with those sweet sticky words, his eyes started to close as it slipped all the way down between her breasts.

“Don’t you think you’re tired of thinking Brad?”

The blackness parted as he opened his eyes again, and just like before it felt like his eyelids had tried to stay shut, like his whole body was working against him.

“I uh, I’m, um…” the tip of her middle finger was moving around the top of her left breast, and there was something very inappropriate about all of this, not because he was staring at his girlfriend’s mom’s very large breasts, but because it seemed like she was forcing him to. “I’m sorry?”

“I know honey, I know,” the other hand returned and the up and down opposite motion started up again, “you just need to keep relaxing, and you’ll feel this confused feeling fade away soon enough, I promise. You’re in such a daze, and you’re so confused now, it’s really too hard to think isn’t it, and isn’t it just so exhausting being so smart all the time Brad? You need a break, you need to relax with me, you’re here to see me, to get to know me, to let me get to know you, and I know you need to just relax okay, just relax and listen to me honey, I’m sure you’ll notice how good it feels to finally, really and truly let go.”

His vision was staring to blur, and the crystal had made its way out from her cleavage again, but now it was just sitting there as Valarie continued to caress her breasts.

“Just sit back and take a breath honey,” Brad was a smart guy, he was sharp, he was quick witted, but he was feeling so slow right now, and the harder he tried to clear his head the more focused on her breasts he became. The more he tried to gather his thoughts, the more her voice sapped his reason and his focus.

He was breathing in nice and deep, and she’d moved so much closer to him now, practically leaning out of the couch and onto the arm of his chair, that he was breathing in her warm, sweet, wine tinged scent, and that was also making him dizzy.

“Now just breathe out, nice and slow honey, just let go,” her hands had fallen into unison now. He hadn’t really noticed that they’d both moved up her breasts as she told him to breathe in, but he followed them down as she told him to exhale.

“See, I’m sure you’re already noticing how much better you feel, you poor thing.” Everything was getting so tangled up in his head, and it felt like it was because of her voice.

She was talking to him like he was slow, and he knew he wasn’t, but as he listened, floating in a slightly dazed and very confused cloud of her voice, staring what felt very much like helplessly into her cleavage, constantly distracted by her fondling hands and the sparkle of her sapphire, Brad felt like he was losing ground every second.

Her simple words matched her patient tone, and the gentle caress of condescension dripped from her voice, replacing her wine infused exuberance.

“Now, tell me,” as Brad let out that deep breath he felt himself sinking down into the chair, or was it down between her breasts, “doesn’t that just feel so much better?”

Everything behind his eyes was so slow, like trying to run in a dream, and his “Yeah it does” came from his lips as her hands softly cupped and pressed her breasts together.

“And don’t it just feel like your mind is so tired,” she let go of her breasts and as her hands moved up he took another long deep breath in, “it’s so exhausted by the burden of intelligence isn’t it? It’s so hard to be so smart, you’re so worn out isn’t it?”

Down her hands went and as he exhaled it felt like a balloon had popped inside of his head, and something was deflating. His eyes closed and out he felt his head tilt forward, pulling him down into an ethereal state of quiet and calm.

“Open your eyes Brad, wide awake, it’s too late for you to take a nap honey, open your eyes now, clear your mind and look at me okay.” He felt her hand on his forearm, and her silky soft touch traced up his forearm tot eh sleeve of his shirt.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m so, I don’t know, worn out I guess.” That brief moment of shuteye reinvigorated him, but as he started to gather his wits, his eyes became fixed on her necklace, like it was a beacon in the dark, and his girlfriend’s mom’s breasts started to draw him in to their softness and their curves all over again.

“I should probably,” he moved and Valarie finally took her hand off his arm, “uh, probably call Janet.”

He made a move to stand up, but he hesitated as his eyes were drawn down into her cleavage by the slow caress of her finger down her breast again, “What’s that honey?”

“I should,” up and down her finger moved, then she started to toy with her necklace, causing the sapphire to dance between her breasts. He wasn’t just stopped by the enthralling sight before him, but the curiously dismissive tone of Valarie’s response.

“What should you do? Whatever it is, you’re still far too tired to do anything aren’t you?” It felt like she was both waving away a childish notion while also telling him secret.

“But Janet…” The blue crystal sat so snug un between her breasts and he could feel her closeness, her presence was smoothing him and the tone of her voice was making him feel so foolish and so slow.

“What about her?”

He felt like maybe, just maybe she was humoring him; that she knew he was perving out on her tits, and was laughing at his expense after tempting him in the first place.

“I should,” the sparkle of her sapphire, the depth of her cleavage, and the softness of her breasts was making it so hard for him to follow through with his intentions but he tried, ”I should call her.”

Her hand moved from her chest back to his forearm, “But why would you do that? Don’t you want to talk to me, aren’t you enjoying it, it is why you’re here, and you’re feeling so tired now.”

She started to stroke his arm with one hand, while she traced her chain with the other.  “You’re so exhausted, the thought of talking to my daughter just seems like too much effort, too much time you wouldn’t be spending with me.”

He felt himself blink as a wave of heavy, warm exhaustion washed over him, and he felt like he was sinking.

“She wouldn’t understand how exhausted you are, but you know I do.” It felt like there was a little more weight to her touch, and the press of her fingertips on his arm traveled through his entire body.

“It feels like too much effort to get up, too much effort to even get to your phone doesn’t it. You’re feeling so drained, physically and mentally. Just forget about her for now, there’s nothing to try and think about, just forget about what you were thinking of doing and relax honey, relax and let go.”

Brad wanted to sink deeper into those tits, but he didn’t want to want that. He felt wrong, and it had taken all this time for him to move from confused and dismissive, to actually realizing he was totally captivated by Valarie’s breasts.

“I know you’re still feeling a little confused honey, you’re just not used to having so much mental strain, so much weight pressing down on your tired mind. So just listen and let go, intelligence is such a heavy burden, and you’re so tired. You’re tired of thinking, and between you and me sweetie, I think you’re feeling too tired to think now, tired and weak honey, you’re so tired and weak, you need to let go for me now.”

The conflict between his eyes and his heart faded out as the draining, deflated sensation returned to his brain. Every time her fingers slid up and down his arm he felt like something was being wiped away, and his vision was starting to blur around the edges, with his focus pinpointed on her crystal.

“Wouldn’t it be so nice to admit to yourself that you’re too tired to think, and deep down inside you’re just feeling too weak to carry the burden of that impressive brain aren’t you? I think you’re too weak to be smart right now, and I think it would be so much easier for you to just let your intelligence drop away, set down your intellect, relax your mind, and feel the burden of being smart just start to fade now honey.”

Her free hand cupped one of her breasts and she started to slowly, deliberately massage her tit, “Just feel it all falling away now, you don’t need to be smart for me, you don’t need to try and show me how smart you are, I see how weak you are now, I see how tired you are of trying so hard, carrying that heavy burden of expectation, you don’t have to try and be smart for me, just let it all go.”

Brad shook a little as he felt something detaching inside his head, like a ship that had been set to drift on the current of her voice. He felt the distance growing as her breasts rose and fell in the deep steady rhythm of her breathing.

“That’s it baby, just stop trying, just stop pretending now and let it all go. You don’t have to try and be smart, you don’t have to try and be something you have to work towards, something that I guess you’d say you’re just not. And honey, I think if you’re not really smart, you must be feeling so dumb right now.”

She stood up and stood over him as she started to unbutton the back of her dress. “It’s so easy for you to finally just be so weak and dumb, so dumb and drained, your mind’s so tired of thinking, tired of deciding, tired of pretending to be so sharp and so smart.”

“But I’m not,” Brad sat there, looking up at her chest and watching as she started to pull her dress down.

“Oh no honey, you’re not stupid, you’re just feeling so tired and weak now, tired and dumb, you’re feeling to dumb to know what you’re really feeling or trying to think, and you’re too weak to hold on to any of your dumb, silly thoughts. I think that if my daughter saw you like this, she wouldn’t know what to say to you, or what to talk to you, but I know what my sweet dumb boy needs. And I know you need to do is just…”

Her dress fell to the ground, “go with it.”

“But,” she put a finger to his lips and then sat on his lap and pulled his face into her cleavage.

“No more of that, you’re too dumb to talk now aren’t you,” Brad felt her fingers on the back of his neck and he felt his eyes close as she pulled him in. Her pastel rose bra was almost as smooth on his face as her breasts.

“Listen to me Bard, honey, you’re so lost right now, lost in my voice, lost between my breasts, lost in the desire you’ve been feeling since you saw me open the door. I know baby, I know, my breasts leave you feeling so dazed and so confused by their size and their softness. If you were smarter, you’d understand, but you’re too dumb to figure it out, and you’re too weak to resist the sound of my voice as my words start taking control of that soft, stupid mind of yours.”

He felt too heavy to move, and her weight on top of him, especially the weight of her breasts on his face, made his body feel as loose and passive as his mind.

“Here you are honey, be a good boy and suck on these while I take more control,” her bra was off and she had a tit in his mouth.

“You’ll always do whatever I want you to, whenever I want you to, because you’re weak and dumb. Other people will think you’re strong and smart, but these big soft tits make you weak and dumb, and your cock’s even weaker and dumber than your soft empty brain is.”

Nothing existed anymore, and he felt a relief flood through his body as he started to suck on and worship her tits. He was past being able to explain it, or understand that every moment had led up to this, and all the mental anticipation Valarie had created with her tits was so she could have him just like this.

“I know that horny, aching cock of yours has been so teased and so neglected for so long now. I know you haven’t even been allowed to masturbate for months. It’s okay, you’re so pent up with stupid hungry need, and for a while it helped you, it made you work harder, and try to be smarter, and you did so good, but that big dumb cock just so tired of not cumming, just like you’re so tired of thinking.”

This woman’s allusion to her daughter and to his lack of a sex life with her, even her request that he stay chaste, with the promise being that once they were on break it would have been enough, would have been more than enough to ruin the moment, but there was nothing to ruin between his ears now. Brad couldn’t even move his hands to fondle her tits, all he could do was kiss and suck as she shifted them back  and forth.

“But it’s been so long, and you’re just so stupefied now, you’re cock’s as dazed and confused as the rest of you, only worse honey. My poor sweetie, you poor thing, you’re too dumb to cum now, you’re too dumb to remember how or when you’re supposed to cum, and you just won’t cum, you just can’t cum without my big tits helping you can you?”

Her hand was between his legs, “No baby, no you can’t. And I’ll help you, but only if you can tell me why you need my big tits to help you.”

She took her tit out of his mouth and  looked down at him with a mocking pity that his subconscious understood. “Why do you need my bit tits baby?”

“Because I’m too dumb to cum.”

The words happened automatically, they weren’t his words, but they were said with his voice, and they were true.

“Do you know why you’re doo dumb to cum honey?”

She took his head in her hands and looked down at him like she might have looked at a dog.

“Because I’m dumb and weak.”

Slowly, she pulled his face back into her cleavage, “That’s right, you’re weak and dumb, too dumb to cum, and that makes you a very good boy for being smart enough to say that. It means you’re smart enough to obey me now, and the only way I’ll help you is if you’re perfectly obedient.”

He was hard now, he was so hard. It had been something else, being exposed to her cleavage, especially after being chaste for so long, but the awkwardness had kept the urges down. Now though, now there was no self-awareness in him and he was rock hard.

Valarie stood up, and took his hands in hers, “Stand up for me honey, stand up and strip naked. Obey me like a good boy, because a good boy is really just and obedient slave isn’t he?”

In answer, Brad started to strip, and as each article of clothing fell to the ground, until he was naked in his girlfriend’s mom’s living room, with an erection hard enough you could hang a towel on it, the last shreds of dignity and self respect, the last pieces of any kind of mental defense fell away with his clothes.

Valarie started to tease his cock, “Honey, I’m going to give you a little present right now, but you have to earn it from me. All you have to do is repeat the words, I’m a weak stupid slave, I’m too dumb to cum, over and over while I give you your little gift. But if you stop, I’ll stop giving it to you, and you won’t want that. Not that mushy empty head if you understand me slave.”

He did, and as his chin moved down, she dropped to her knees and started to suck him off. Her hand was around the base of his cock, tight as she kissed the tip and teased it between longer kissed.

The words bubbled up in him and they started to spill out of him over and over, replacing his ejaculation, and growing stronger the longer she blew him.

Brad felt he pleasure build every time he said “I’m a weak stupid slave, I’m too dumb to cum, ” and the more he said it, the closer to the edge he got, the more true it became.

That was the point.

Valarie stopped and stood up, her hand still around his cock, “Some slaves are too dumb to remember they can’t cum, and those slaves are very bad, but you’re a good slave, you get to follow me now.”

She led him by the cock upstairs and into her bedroom, “Here, lie on your back and say your words.”

She stripped out of her panties, and straddled him, moaning as she guided his tip in, “Stop talking slave, stop talking and stare at my tits.”

He shuddered from head to toe as she took him inside her.

Valarie started to rock very slowly on him, “Look at my tits slave, my tits make you weak and dumb, my tits will always make you weak and dumb. My tits own you now, you cannot resist them, you belong to my tits so you belong to me. Stare at my tits and repeat these words, I am your tits slave, I belong to your breasts.”

He did, at least he tried too.

There wasn’t much left in him, and like a dry ejaculation, eventually his mouth could only half make the words and only groans escaped his lips.

For Valarie it was a delectate dance.

Bard had responded as well as Janet said he would, but even the best subject’s biology would eventually betray the illusion she would create in their mind. This was especially true with a horny young man like Brad, and if the power wasn’t such a turn on, having to pay that much attention to his body language and the feel of him between her legs would have made the experience of fucking him much less enjoyable.

It was time now, and she’d gotten more than enough already.

“Brad, honey, look at my tits and be quiet. Look at the crystal, look at the pretty blue sapphire, blue is such a calming color, blue is the color of the conscious mind, and the intellect, watch the crystal between my tits, feel the way they hold your mind and watch it flash now baby. Just watch the crystal until you see your thoughts, and when you see your thoughts, you’ll feel your mind beginning to fill up, like waking up from a wonderful dream, waking up into consciousness now as all your memories and all that wonderful brilliance pours out of the sapphire and back into you now, okay honey, it’s time to wake up.”

She watched as his glassy eyes cleared and came into focus, and watched as the look of absolute shock and mind numbing confusion washed over him.

But before he could act, before he could speak, the thin veil of her suggestions was removed and his body was free to respond to what had been an hour of fucking.

“Cum for my tits.”

She said it as he’d already started to pump into her, and he shot so hard she felt it. He cried out, more like a desperate animal than a man, and Valarie pressed her hips down on him while she cupped her tits in her hands.

“Cum for my tits Brad.”

He was still inside her, and she was still pushing down on him, pinning him as his orgasm came to an end.

“Fuck, what the fuck is happening… what the fuck did you do to me.”

“Oh honey, you’re too weak and stupid to understand what I’ve done to you. You might try really hard to be smart about some thing, but as you watch my crystal now, you’ll realize you’re too dumb to argue with me, and you’re too weak to resist what’s happening to you again honey.”

A single idea codified in his mind as a warm mist of tranquility started to smother the light of his intellect, she’d hypnotized him.

“Look at the crystal between my tits. You’re so smart for everyone else, but big tits make all boys dumb, big tits make all boys stupid and weak, and as you watch the crystal between my tits, you’re just too dumb and too weak to resist me now. And if you fight me, if you try and resist me, I won’t let you have your intelligence back, I won’t let you go back to working so hard at being smart. So for your own good baby, just watch the crystal and sink for me.”

“Blue is the color of the mind, of thought and memory, my tits make you weak,” her breasts heaved slightly, they were beautiful, naked, and bigger than he’d realized.

“Your memories are soft, changeable, forgetful, my tits drain your conscious mind, my tits make you pliable, watch the crystal,” she shifted and he wasn’t inside of her at all.

“You’re falling for me, sinking, deflating, and as your eyes get heavier and heavier, your memories begin to slip away, don’t they sweetie?”

The “yes” surprised him, and as he answered her, his eyes closed and he started to fall away into trance.

“Hypnotized me…” he mumbled as the barrier between his conscious and subconscious started to crumble. But as he said those words his eyes made a valiant attempt to open.

“Yes Brad, I did, and you’re too dumb, too weak, and too drawn to my tits to every resist being hypnotized by me. In fact sweetie, now that you know, I’ll be bale to hypnotize you and take you right back into this state, just by asking you if you believe in hypnosis. It won’t matter what you say, because you’ll just fall when I ask it. And I must say Brad, you’re very smart, you’re the only one to ever figure it out, and that means you’re the only one that’s really smart enough to understand just how weak and stupid my tits makes you. Now feel my crystal capturing your memories and keep you right here between my tits as you sleep now.”

His world went dark.

“Hi honey, yes, he was perfect, the sweet ones do make the best subjects. You did really well with him too, he was so receptive, and your chastity suggestions are getting so much better, I’m so proud of how skilled you’ve become. Are you two going to come up this week? I miss seeing her, and I’m so glad she’s so understanding of what you do for us, for the cause. Listen, I may keep this one a day or two, I think he may need a little bit more from me than the average ones. I’ll text you and let you know when he’s free. I love you too, I’ll see you soon.”

Brad opened his and let out a yawn, “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

The wine had gone to his head and he’d passed out in that chair half way through their conversation. “Was that Janet…” he never called her… “shit, I never called her back.”

Valarie had a fresh glass of wine in her hand, “Don’t worry, I told her how tired you were. Don’t worry I didn’t tell her how much you had to drink, you know how she can be about those things.”

There was something a little, well a lot, forward about Valarie. She seemed too flirty, at least that’s what it felt like, or maybe she felt like that because Brad couldn’t help but notice how much of her considerable amount of cleavage was on display thanks to her tank top.

He blinked. It looked like she’d taken a shower too. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing tights as well. There was no sign of her dress and it was dark outside; he’d napped a lot longer than he realized.

“Brad, I was wondering,” she was absentmindedly playing with her necklace, and he couldn’t help but notice the way the tear drop sapphire’s blue stood out against her soft white breasts.

It felt wrong to stare, but it felt like he couldn’t look away. He blinked, he tried to will his eyes to shift, or his head to turn, but he was falling down into the depths of her cleavage.

He even tried to shut his eyes, but they opened on their own.

“Do you believe in hypnosis?”

He stared at the crystal between her breasts, he felt dazed and confused as the glimmer of intelligence faded from his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, come here, and eat me out.“

This story is an homage to some of my favorite mc/titnosis stories from when I discovered erotic hypnosis on-line back in 1999. Some of the stories that inspired this are no longer available, and some are much creepier when you’re an adult, and not a horny senior in high school.  

I tried to tie together my favorite elements from those stories, and also add my own flourishes, themes, and narrative elements to them.


I am always happy to talk about my influences, and I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.