“I really appreciate what you’ve been doing to help me, mom. I was just thinking that when you need to relieve your frustration that I could help you, too. It’s only fair after all you’ve been doing for me.” My cock is throbbing as I stare at her nipples through the sheer bra and wait for her reaction.
“Oh Nick, honey, you can’t do that to me. I’m your mother.” She says, clearly taken aback by my suggestion.
“But I’m your son and you’re doing it to me. How is it different?” I ask, trying to sway her opinion. She seems genuinely confused for a minute and I realize she doesn’t know how it’s different.
“It just is.” She says forcefully. I decide not to push it. The Suggestion I gave her apparently makes it okay for her to jack and suck me off, but not for me to do anything to her. Interesting. I’ll have to think about what I can do about that.
“Okay, mom. I see.” I tell her. She goes back to hanging up the clothes and I stare at her firm round ass cheeks and the thin strip of green material that disappears between them as she moves around in the closet.
After dinner we play some backgammon, I finish up some homework and then tell mom I’m going to take a shower. Mom offers to wash my back, I accept and we soap each other thoroughly. As I’m rubbing my soapy body against hers, my hard cock pushes against her mound and her tits slither across my chest. Squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling her tighter against me, I’m trying to figure out how my Suggestion allows this, but nothing else. Mom again jacks me off in the shower and I pump my hard cock into her soapy hand, as she tantalizes my balls with her other hand. With her tits pushing against my chest and my hands massaging her ass, I shoot a huge load of cum onto the tile floor.
The release feels good, but I want more; I want to suck on her nipples and tongue fuck her pussy. I know I can use the transmitter to make her do it, but I’ve started to realize that it’s a lot more satisfying as a Post Transmission Suggestion and I want to make sure I word it just right. I think about it as I snuggle up to mom’s naked body and fall asleep.
Over the next couple of days, I do a lot of Internet research on hypnotic suggestions. I figure it’s the closest thing I’m going to find to the Neuro Submission Transmitter, and the information I find is interesting. I study the three types of hypnotic suggestions. The first is having the subject do something while they are under, like the blowjobs I got from Alison at Victoria Secret and from mom at uncle Harry’s. Then there’s the post hypnotic suggestion that makes the subject do something when you bring them out of the trance, like mom being more intimate with me, and Susan masturbating in front of me. Finally, there are triggers that you can use to put someone back in the trance later; I’m not sure if that works with the transmitter, but I plan to experiment with Nicole.
On Wednesday, my English teacher asks to see me after class. I’m standing around, waiting until everyone is gone before she invites me to sit in the chair next to her desk.
“Nick, I’ve been impressed with the writing assignments you’ve done this year.” Miss Edwards says, looking at a folder on her desk. Staring at her beautiful face I realize that I haven’t given Miss Edwards much thought since I got the transmitter. I’ve been preoccupied with Nicole, mom and Susan. Before the transmitter, Miss Edwards was the star of most of my jack-off fantasies. Now I’m mesmerized, watching her brush her black hair out of her eyes as she talks. Every time she lifts her hand to her face, it jiggles her large round tits inside her tight maroon sweater. My cock is responding accordingly.
“I’ve been asked to recommend one student for the state writing competition and I think you’d be a good candidate.” She continues, but I’m barely listening. I’m staring at her tongue moistening her crimson lips as she’s talking, fantasizing about how that tongue would feel against my cock. “So, what do you think?” She doesn’t want to know I think.
“What would I have to do exactly?” I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes.
“Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic.” She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5′ 5″ tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they’d like to do with her. “The subject this year is ethics and morals. You’d have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma.” She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I’m not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas.
“Would you be able to help me with it?” I ask, hoping that we’d have to meet regularly.
“You have to write it yourself, without help.” She says, “But I can help you decide on a topic and an outline for the story, if you’d like.” I’d like very much!
“Okay, when does it have to be done by?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from her stunning body to look at the entry form.
“You have a little over a month to complete the story.” She says, pointing to the date on the form. “But you have to sign up by next week. Do you want to think about it?” She asks.
“Yes please.” I tell her. “Can we meet again in a couple of days?” I ask, that gives me time to think about my own morale dilemma.
“Sure, why don’t we meet after school on Friday?” She says smiling. “I think you’ll do very well, Nick.” She says. As I stand up, the bulge in my pants is obvious and she pretends not to notice. “See you tomorrow, Nick.” She says as I walk to the door.
Taking out the transmitter, I get the ear buds in as I get to the door. Tuning in her frequency, I push the button.
“Miss Edwards.” I say, walking back over to her desk.
“Yes.” She says, in the familiar monotone voice. I sit back down in the chair, staring at her tits that I’ve jacked off to a hundred times, imagining how they look naked. I just have to see them.
“Do you realize the sexual affect you have on the guys in your class?” I ask her.
“Yes. I watch them stare at my body and adjust their hard-ons.” She says matter-of-factly.
“How do you feel about it?” I ask her.
“I have mixed feelings. While I don’t do anything to encourage it, I find it rather flattering and somewhat of a turn on to know that I’m part of these teenage boy’s fantasies.” She answers. She’s right; she doesn’t do anything to encourage us. She doesn’t dress provocatively or show any cleavage. She’s just so damn attractive.
“How old are you, Miss Edwards?” I ask her.
“Twenty-eight.” She answers. I can’t wait any longer to see her tits.
“Miss Edwards, please lock the classroom doors.” She walks over and locks both doors; her ass sways provocatively in her tight skirt. I lead her over to a corner of the room that is out of view of the windows in the doors.
“Please take off your sweater and your bra.” I tell her, my cock jumping in my pants. She lifts her sweater over her head revealing a flat stomach below a black lace bra, which can barely contain her abundant breasts. She reaches behind her, unfastens the bra and lets it fall forward from her tits. Fuck! They’re even better than I imagined! Large, smooth, fleshy mounds sitting firmly against her chest with inch and a half areolas perched right in the center. Her nipples are thick even in their non-aroused state.