I didn't tell Lucy about what I'd done to Mom.
A part of me was scared, I guess. I knew it was a means to an end - a happy ending, in every sense of the phrase.
But I also knew that what I'd done was...well, it wasn't you'd call nice.
I probably could have. Lucy was so turned on by my power; even if I was being a monster, I'm sure she'd still love it.
Maybe she'd love it more.
But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I love my sister, I love my Mom. Seeing Mom break down like that...it had almost been more than I could deal with.
I couldn't share that with my sister. I just couldn't do it.
Watching Mom over the next few days though...god.
It absolutely worth it.
Where she'd been fascinated by Lucy's bare breasts for the nudism aspect, now it was clear that she was obsessed with them for the same reason as me: Because they're perfect, glorious orbs of pure sex.
Lucy noticed Mom's attention. She told me about it, when she was awake. I answered honestly, sort of:
"I think she's into you."
Lucy almost came at the words.
Lucy had spent some time teasing me, before becoming my slave. Wearing slutty outfits, bending over when she knew I was looking. It only took an order - not even a session - to convince her to do the same with Mom, except moreso. She didn't have to tease with skimpy clothes...she could tease with her bare skin.
Whenever she caught Mom looking at her, she'd casually run a hand down her breast, brush a finger against her nipple. Lucy would often walk around the house in nothing but a pair of panties; if Mom was looking, she'd spread her legs, ensure her wet spot was visible.
And there was always a wet spot.
For the first time in my life, I didn't have to hide my lust for my sister. As far as Mom was concerned, we'd fucked. Our impulses had been rewritten; I could stare at my sister's perfect form, bite my lip when she was being particularly provocative...and whenever both my Mom and Lucy were in the room, keep the outline of my hard cock as visible through my boxers as I liked.
Mom's implanted memories also meant that Lucy and I had a lot more time to ourselves. More than six times a day, I'd said - that left Lucy and I alone a lot.
I wouldn't have believed it if you'd told me a year ago, but there's a limit to how much time I wanted to spend jerking off on my sister's face, or having her swallow yet another load of my cum.
Fortunately, I had another way we could spend our time.
Session 43:
"What would really show you how powerful I am?"
I'd planned on telling her about what I'd done to Mom, the changes I'd wrought. I'd planned on demonstrating my power by showing her what I'd done to our mother.
But I couldn't bring myself to do that, so I needed a new plan.
"If I..."
There was a long pause, as Lucy mustered up the courage to answer.
"If you fucked me."
I tilted my head to the side. My sister, god bless her, never failed to surprise me.
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"Because...it's wrong. It's incest. We can never do it."
I guess that made sense. If I made her do something that she insisted we could never do, that would be proof of my power.
Only trouble was, the reason I was trying to establish my power was so that I could fuck her.
I needed another angle.
"What if I fucked Mom?"
Lucy's eyes fluttered briefly. If I'd been touching her (or she'd been touching me), I'd bet anything that she would have cum at the question.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, if you fucked Mom, that would show me how powerful you are."
"Why?"
"Because Mom would never do that."
"Why not?"
"Because it's incest. Because it's wrong."
I don't know if there's a name for it, but I've noticed that my sister tends to project her morals onto other people a lot. She thinks that fucking your sibling is wrong, therefore I'd never do it. Therefore, I'd never ask her to.
Lucy would do it if I asked her to, but because she thinks it's so wrong, it's something that I would never ask her to do.
It's a little recursive, and a whole lot of a nuisance.
"If I showed you I was that powerful, how would you feel?"
There was a pause, as Lucy found the right word.
"Awed."
"What would you do?"
"Anything."
My ears perked up at that.
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"If I fucked Mom, would you fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you'd be so powerful."
"So?"
"So you'd be too powerful to resist."
Session 49:
"I am all-powerful, aren't I?"
"Yes."
"You cannot resist me, can you?"
"No."
"What will you do if I order you to do something?"
"I will obey."
"What if you don't want to?"
"I will obey."
"What if you think that it's wrong?"
"I will obey."
"Say it again."
"I will obey."
"Again."
"I will obey."
Session 43:
"Would you have sex with Mom?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because that would be incest, and it's wrong."
Interesting, though not unexpected.
"Is it incest when you go down on me?"
"No."
"Is it incest when I finger you?"
"No."
"Is it incest when I go down on you?"
"No."
"So going down on someone or fingering them isn't incest, is it?"
"No."
"Would you finger Mom?"
"...yes."
"Would you go down on Mom?"
"Yes."
That one came faster, firmer. After all, it wasn't incest, right?
"Would you let Mom finger you?"
"Yes."
"Would you let Mom go down on you?"
"Yes."
Zero hesitation.
"So...what would count as having sex with Mom?"
There was a long pause at that one.
"...I don't know."
I could have left it there. If Lucy and Mom were 'just' eating each other out and cumming around each other's digits, that was more than enough for me.
But I had to push through Lucy's incest barrier somehow, and this was as good a place as any to start.
"Lesbian sex is fingering and oral, isn't it?"
"Yeah. And toys."
"You let me use toys on you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Would you use toys on me?"
"Yes."
Not that I wanted her to.
"So using toys isn't incest, is it?"
"No."
"Would you use toys on Mom?"
"Yes."
"Would you let Mom use toys on you?"
"Yes."
"Fingering, oral, toys - you'd do it all with Mom?"
"Yes."
"So you'd have sex with Mom, wouldn't you?"
There was a pause. I always got uncomfortable when there was a long pause. I'd already fried one person's mind; I definitely didn't want to do it again.
But I'd seen this before. Lucy is good at tying herself into weird loops, and it takes her a while to unravel them.
"...yes."
"Would you commit incest with Mom?"
"Yes."
"Would it be wrong?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's different, with girls. It doesn't count."
I rolled my eyes. For someone so progressive, Lucy's sense of gender politics could be really twisted when it suited her.
Session 49:
"I was born to be your slave."
"Say it again."
"I was born to be your slave."
"Good girl."
My sister twitched with pleasure at the compliment.
"You were born to serve. Say it."
"I was born to serve."
"Again."
"I was born to serve."
Session 43:
"Hypothetical: you walk in on me and Mom having sex."
Shake.
I knew she'd react that way, of course, but I was out of ideas.
"Why don't you believe I'd have sex with Mom?"
"It's incest."
"Incest can be hot, can't it?"
"Yes."
Even through the monotone, Lucy almost sounded like she was begging.
"So what would stop me?"
"It's wrong."
I could get lost for hours in the maze that is my sister's morality, but I couldn't see it being worth it. If she thinks something is wrong, or unfair, she...
My eyes widened.
Unfair.
"Hypothetical: You start having regular sex with Mom."
Nod.
I was almost tripping over my words, such was my desperation to get them out.
"You and Mom start having regular sex."
Nod. I didn't even have to build into it; Lucy was completely onboard with having regular sex with Mom.
I mean, why wouldn't she? It wouldn't be incest, after all.
"You know how much it turns me on."
Nod.
"You know how hard it gets me."
Nod.
"But you also know that I'm jealous."
Lucy paused, and I elaborated.
"I love both of you, and I find you both so attractive."
Nod. I'd never explicitly let Lucy know how sexy I found Mom, but I guess she'd just sort of worked it out.
"I'd love to have sex with either of you, but I can't."
Nod.
"Because it's wrong."
Nod.
"But you and Mom can have sex, can't you?"
"Yes."
"You have Mom can have sex - in front of me - and it's totally fine, because it's not incest."
Nod.
"But if I were to have sex with one of you, that would be incest."
Nod.
"I tell you how much it's hurting me, knowing that you two can be together and that we can't. What do you say?"
"Jack," Lucy said tenderly. "It's not the same. You know it's not the same."
"I tell you that I know, but it still doesn't stop the pain. What do you say?"
"I'll stop."
The matter-of-fact way that she answered made my heart melt. It sometimes felt like my sister would do anything for me.
Well, almost anything.
"I tell you that I can't make you do that; I know how much you enjoy it. How much Mom enjoys it. What do you say?"
"Please..."
Lucy trailed off. I smiled.
Doubt. She didn't have an answer. There was a gap.
And where there was a gap, there were limits, ready to be pushed.
Session 49:
"Who were you born to serve?"
"You."
"Good girl."
Twitch.
"You exist for my pleasure. Say it."
"I exist for your pleasure."
"Again."
"I exist for your pleasure."
"Good girl."
If my fingers hadn't been deep inside her, I think she would have twitched right off the chair.
Session 43:
"Do you enjoy what we do?"
"Yes."
Zero hesitation there.
"What do you enjoy about it?"
"Serving you."
Again, not even a hint of doubt.
"How does it make you feel?"
"Happy. Turned on. Fulfilled."
I didn't even remember instructing her to feel fulfilled. The idea that she just naturally felt that way was so hot to me, but I had to stay focused.
"How do you feel about us going back to how we were before?"
Lucy didn't even need to answer; the look of sadness that passed across her blank gaze said it all.
"You don't want to disobey me, do you?"
"No sir."
"Hypothetical: You're having regular sex with our mother, and I get jealous. I'm upset that I can't have sex with either of you, because it's wrong. I tell you that there are only two choices: I start having sex with one of you, or we all have to end it. What do you say?"
My sister paused, and I gripped my own leg hard enough to leave a bruise. I was watching her face like a hawk - any sign of her waking up meant that I had to dive in, reverse the hypothetical. She couldn't wake up now, thinking she was having regular sex with our mother.
Not yet.
It was minutes (that felt like hours), just as I was about to pull the plug, before she answered. Slowly. Cautiously.
Thoughtfully.
"...what if we worked things out, so that..."
I waited.
"What if we worked things out, so that...so that you and Mom could...have sex?"
Session 44:
The next time I put Lucy under, I ran the same hypothetical, just to be sure.
The pause was shorter this time, but the answer was the same.
"What if you and Mom had sex?"
I smiled.
"Wouldn't that be incest?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that be wrong?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe that I'd do it?"
"Yes."
"In what circumstances?"
"If...if I made you."
Lucy, for all her submissive tendencies, is a real control freak.
Me fucking our mother? Impossible. Would never happen. Never, ever, ever.
Unless, of course, it was for her.
As far as she was concerned, she was still the one who had been leading us down this path of sin. Me dominating her, owning her, bringing her off with my hand: it had been her fantasy. Everything she'd done...she'd convinced herself that it wasn't wrong, it wasn't incest.
Because it was her idea.
"How could you make me?"
"I could cry. Beg. Plead."
"In what situation would you do that?"
"If I thought things were going to end."
I smiled.
"You think things are going to end between us unless I fuck you or Mom. What do you do?"
"I convince you to fuck Mom."
Amazing. Something occurred to me; something I hadn't thought of in the previous session.
"Why Mom? Why not you?"
"Because if we had sex, that would be incest."
"Isn't it incest if I fuck Mom?"
"Yes, but..."
I rode out the pause.
"...it isn't as bad."
Interesting.
"Why isn't it as bad if I fuck Mom?"
As Lucy paused, I silently wondered what she was going to say. Because Mom was older? Because Mom was less likely to get pregnant? Because Mom was our...Mom?
"Because you'd be doing it for me," Lucy eventually answered.
"What do you mean?"
"You'd never do it yourself. You'd never do something so wrong. But if I asked you to, you'd do it...for me."
I took a moment to ponder my sister's bizarre moral stance. There was a certain logic to it, I suppose. It seemed my sister believed that if someone did something out of necessity, it wasn't as bad as doing it for pleasure.
Like when I'd 'broken my arms'. My sister had jerked me off 34 to 37 times. I knew she'd enjoyed it, and she knew she'd enjoyed it. But because she'd had to, that enjoyment...hadn't counted, so to speak.
We could do stuff that was wrong, as long as it was for the right reasons.
And in my sister's beautiful, twisted mind, allowing her to continue fooling around with me was a prime example of a 'right reason' to commit incest.
Y'know. As long as it wasn't her that was doing it.
"Why would it be bad if I fucked you?" I asked, pretty sure that I already knew the answer.
"Because," my sister said hesitantly. "I'd enjoy it too much."
Session 47:
"Please," my sister begged. "Please please please please please please please."
"'I tell you 'no'. What do you say?"
"Please..."
"I say no, not until I do. What do you say?"
"Oh god, please. I'll do anything!"
I smiled. That was what I'd been waiting to hear.
Session A127:
It had been a week. For a full week, Mom had been cumming more than six times a day, picturing me and Lucy fucking.
Forty-two orgasms, minimum. Her head full of images of her only two children, fornicating at knife-point.
I'd hypnotized her once in that week, just to avoid suspicion, but it had only been for a few minutes. I didn't want to risk messing around with Mom's new thought patterns, not until they'd had a chance to settle.
I figured a week was enough time.
"You are constantly, uncontrollably aroused by your own children."
Nod.
"You know that they've fucked."
Nod.
"You know that they've done things that siblings should never, ever do."
Nod.
"And you know that it's permanently rewired their impulses."
Mom froze - at least, as much as an entranced, already-stationary person can freeze.
Her eyes widened, her breathing quickened, and a slight flush began to creep up her neck.
Nod.
"You know that they're going to do it again."
Nod.
"You know that they need to do it again."
Nod.
"You know that your children are going to fuck again, in the house."
Nod.
"They've both been permanently altered."
Nod.
"They need to fuck again, or they'll end up like Marcie."
Twitch. Nod.
"Your children are going to fuck inside the house."
Nod.
"If they don't, they're going to suffer permanent mental damage."
Nod.
"You don't want that."
Nod.
"As a mother, you're concerned for your children."
Nod.
"But you also know that you can never, ever talk to them about this."
Nod.
"So there's only one thing you can do, isn't there?"
"Yes."
My mother's mumble was hard for me to catch, but I knew that she'd agree.
She's a great Mom.
"You need to make sure that they're messing around."
Nod.
"You need to make sure that your children are fooling around with each other."
Nod.
"You need to, for their safety."
Nod.
"Since you can't talk to them about it, for your children's well-being, you need to make sure they're fucking."
Nod.
"You can't talk to them about it."
Nod.
"You can't say anything to them."
Nod.
"So the only way to confirm it's happening is to catch them in the act."
Nod.
"You need to watch your children fooling around."
Nod.
"You need to watch Lucy sucking your son off."
Nod.
"You need to watch me going down on your daughter."
Nod.
"You need to watch me fucking her tits."
Nod.
"Cumming on her face."
Nod.
"Cumming on her body."
Nod.
"Only once you've seen all of those things will you be sure that they're safe."
Nod.
"That means that you'll need to spy on them, all the time."
Nod.
"You'll need to watch your children getting each other off, every time you get the chance."
Nod.
"These perverted images are going to enter your mind."
Nod.
"You're going to have even more fuel to get off to."
Nod.
"But it's something you have to do, for your children."
Nod.
"After you confirm what they're doing, you'll go to your room and get off."
Nod.
"You'll have the most powerful orgasms you've ever had."
Nod.
"The fresh images running through your head will turn you on more than you can imagine."
Nod.
"After all these decades of imagining perversity, you're going to see it."
Nod.
"You have to see it."
Nod.
"You are going to watch your children fool around, then get off to what you've seen."
Nod.
With a smile, I woke Mom up, and she blushingly thanked me for helping her relax.
Session 44:
Lucy was going to beg me to fuck Mom. I could make her do it in real life; I knew exactly the cards I had to play.
But first, she had to be having regular sex with Mom.
"New hypothetical: I order you to, next time you're alone with Mom, make out with her."
Shake.
God damn it, Lucy. You can never make anything easy, can you?
"Hypothetical: I tell you that I'd find it really hot if you made out with Mom. It's not an order, I'm just talking dirty."
Nod.
"You decide to do it, just to please me."
Pause.
Nod.
With a smile, I woke her up slowly.
"...what were we talking about?"
"I was talking dirty, sis."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Suck my cock, slut."
Lucy dropped to her knees without hesitation.
Session A128:
Mom had been spying on us for less than twenty-four hours when I put her under again. Every time me and Lucy were alone, I could tell that she was lurking. To help her out, I started leaving the door ajar wherever we fooled around. I made a mental note to only hypnotize Lucy when Mom wasn't home - that was the one thing I didn't want her to see. Not that it wouldn't be hot, having Mom work that into her fantasies, but I didn't want to do anything that risked Mom refusing to let me put her under again.
Not when I was so close.
"It's important that you continue to act as you did before the burglary, isn't it?"
Mom nodded, a blush rising just at the memory of what Lucy and I had 'done'.
"That means that you won't talk to your children about sex, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"If you talk to your children about sex, you'll be exposed as a deviant."
Nod.
"You want to avoid that at all costs."
Nod.
I took a deep breath. Time to go.
"Your children's sexual impulses were rewired, weren't they?"
"We should really do this more often," Mom smiled.
Whoops. Question.
Session A129:
"Your children's sexual impulses were rewired."
Nod.
I'd put Mom under again immediately. She'd posed no objection.
"They now find incest sexually appealing."
Nod.
"Their taboos have been completely stripped away."
Nod.
"Family don't find each other sexy, do they?"
"No."
"But your children have been altered."
There was a long pause, followed by a slow nod.
"Your son and daughter find each other sexy now."
Nod.
"That means they find family members sexy."
Nod.
"You've got a sexy body."
Nod. I was glad to know that Mom's higher self-image had stuck, even after the rest of my messing around.
"You have a sexy body."
Nod.
"Your children now find family members sexy."
Nod.
"That means that they're going to find you sexy."
Pause. Nod.
"You still strip off when you get home."
Nod. She did.
"You strip off when you get home, and you walk around naked."
Nod.
"Your body is sexy, and you expose it to your children."
Nod.
"Your children are going to notice your sexy body."
Nod.
"Your children are going to notice your sexy body, and find it sexy."
Nod.
"Your children find you sexy."
Nod.
"Your children have been rewired to lose their taboos, and they find you sexy."
Nod.
Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that once Mom agreed to that, the rest was going to be relatively easy.
"You have never talked to your children about sex, have you?"
"No."
"You refuse to talk to your children about sex."
Nod.
"But since the burglary, you've seen them having sex."
Nod.
"You've seen that Lucy is quite aggressive."
Nod.
My sister is very submissive, actually. She loves doing what she's told. So, when I ordered her to start aggressively initiating all our sexual contact, she obeyed.
"You've seen that when she wants something, she takes it."
Nod.
"You've seen that what she wants is your son."
Nod.
"You've seen her insist that he fuck her tits, that she blow him, that she go down on him."
Nod.
"You know that when your daughter thinks something is sexy, she doesn't hesitate to act upon that attraction."
Nod.
"Your daughter thinks that you're sexy."
Again, Mom tensed up. Again, a slight pause.
And again, she nodded.
"That means your daughter is going to act on that attraction."
Nod.
"That means your daughter is going to make a move on you."
Nod.
"To refuse would be to talk about sex, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"So when your daughter makes a move on you, you're not going to talk about it."
Nod.
"You're going to just go along with whatever she does."
Nod.
"It's going to turn you on."
Nod.
"Sexual contact with your daughter is going to be the single most perverse thing you've ever done."
Nod.
"And the hottest."
Nod.
Session 45:
"Mom finds us attractive, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
I loved it when my sister's moan penetrated her monotone.
"Would you believe me if I told you she was too shy to act on it?"
"Yes."
"What if I told you that her deepest desire was for you to initiate sexual contact with her?"
"I would believe you."
Session A129:
"Hypothetical: Lucy pulls your head to her pussy."
Shake. Fair enough. With Lucy, it was easy to jump right to the end.
Mom required things at a slightly different pace.
"Hypothetical: Lucy brushes her hand against your breast, trying to make it seem accidental."
Nod.
"What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"It's the hottest thing you've ever experienced."
Nod.
I slowly woke her up.
Session A133:
"Hypothetical: Lucy grabs your boob. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"You think about it the next time you get off."
Nod.
Session A136:
"Hypothetical: You're sitting on the couch. Lucy sits beside you and puts a hand on your boob. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"The feeling of your daughter's hand on your breast is the most erotic feeling in the world."
Nod.
Session A140:
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts sucking on your nipple at breakfast. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"Knowing that the last time she did that, she was breastfeeding - it's sick."
Nod.
"It's wrong."
Nod.
"It instantly makes you soaking wet."
Nod.
Session A146:
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"If you do nothing, she might be displeased. She might want to tell you how you can do better. That would be talking about sex, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"If you do nothing, she'll talk to you about sex."
Nod.
"If you return the kiss, she'll be satisfied, and you won't have to discuss sex with your daughter."
Nod.
"You can't talk to your kids about sex. If Lucy starts making out with you, the only way to avoid it is to return the kiss."
Nod.
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. What do you do?"
Silence. After a beat, I realized what I'd done; tried to discuss sex with my mother.
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. You return the kiss."
Nod.
"Passionately."
Nod.
"You are on the verge of orgasm the entire time."
Nod.
I slowly woke her up.
Session A158:
"Hypothetical: Lucy pulls your head to her pussy. You start enthusiastically performing cunnilingus."
Nod.
"It's even hotter than you imagined it would be."
Nod.
Session A161:
"Hypothetical: Lucy reaches down your panties, and starts fingering your pussy. You moan loudly and enthusiastically, to show how into it you are."
Nod.
"You don't have to fake it, not even a little."
Nod.
Session A163:
"Hypothetical: Your son touches your boob."
Shake.
Damn it. My own passivity in our little shows had worked against me.
Unless...
"New hypothetical: Lucy places my hands on your boob."
Nod.
"Your perverted side wants your son to do so much more."
Nod.
"You cum at the feeling of his hand touching your nipple."
Nod.
I smiled, and woke her up.
Session A168:
"Hypothetical: Lucy guides my cock between your tits. You push them together, and silently plead for me to fuck your tits."
Nod.
"The next time you're playing with yourself, you're remembering the feeling of my cock between your tits."
Nod.
Session A172:
"Hypothetical: Lucy isn't home."
Nod.
"I've been fucking your tits for weeks, always being guided by Lucy."
Nod.
"You can tell that I'm horny. You recognize the signs."
Nod.
"I see your big, beautiful tits, just begging for me to take them."
Nod.
"I lower my underpants..."
Nod.
"...and begin fucking your tits."
Nod.
"You enthusiastically use your hands."
Nod.
"Until I cum onto your face."
Nod.
"My orgasm triggers your own."
Nod.
"You cum when I cum."
Nod.
"You always cum at the sight of your son's orgasm."
Nod.
"You always cum when your son does."
Nod.
Session A178:
"Hypothetical: Lucy isn't home."
Nod.
"She's been guiding my cock into your mouth for weeks."
Nod.
"You can tell I'm horny."
Nod.
"I lower my pants, and move my cock to your lips."
Nod.
"They part obediently, and you stick your tongue out for me."
Nod.
"You make your mouth a warm, wonderful tunnel for me to fuck."
Nod.
"I slide my cock between your lips."
Nod.
"And I fuck your mouth until I cum."
Nod.
"You cum when I cum."
Nod.
"You cum as you're swallowing your own son's seed."
Nod.
"You're a cocksucking slut of a mother."
Nod.
"It turns you on."
Nod.
"Your inner perversions are showing."
Nod.
"It feels freeing."
Nod.
"You can still never talk about it."
Nod.
"But there's something deeply satisfying about being such a whore."
Nod.
I smiled. This was normally where I'd wake my mother up. This was normally where I'd slowly wake her up, locking in the hypothetical.
But I'd been doing this for almost two hours, my dick rock hard almost the entire time.
I figured I deserved a treat.
Mom didn't say a word as I unzipped my pants. She didn't say anything as I pulled my erection out.
Her eyes - still blank - widened slightly as I moved my hardness towards my face, but she didn't move, and she didn't say a word.
As my cock approached her mouth, her lips parted, and her tongue reached out to taste my head.
A part of me was scared, I guess. I knew it was a means to an end - a happy ending, in every sense of the phrase.
But I also knew that what I'd done was...well, it wasn't you'd call nice.
I probably could have. Lucy was so turned on by my power; even if I was being a monster, I'm sure she'd still love it.
Maybe she'd love it more.
But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I love my sister, I love my Mom. Seeing Mom break down like that...it had almost been more than I could deal with.
I couldn't share that with my sister. I just couldn't do it.
Watching Mom over the next few days though...god.
It absolutely worth it.
Where she'd been fascinated by Lucy's bare breasts for the nudism aspect, now it was clear that she was obsessed with them for the same reason as me: Because they're perfect, glorious orbs of pure sex.
Lucy noticed Mom's attention. She told me about it, when she was awake. I answered honestly, sort of:
"I think she's into you."
Lucy almost came at the words.
Lucy had spent some time teasing me, before becoming my slave. Wearing slutty outfits, bending over when she knew I was looking. It only took an order - not even a session - to convince her to do the same with Mom, except moreso. She didn't have to tease with skimpy clothes...she could tease with her bare skin.
Whenever she caught Mom looking at her, she'd casually run a hand down her breast, brush a finger against her nipple. Lucy would often walk around the house in nothing but a pair of panties; if Mom was looking, she'd spread her legs, ensure her wet spot was visible.
And there was always a wet spot.
For the first time in my life, I didn't have to hide my lust for my sister. As far as Mom was concerned, we'd fucked. Our impulses had been rewritten; I could stare at my sister's perfect form, bite my lip when she was being particularly provocative...and whenever both my Mom and Lucy were in the room, keep the outline of my hard cock as visible through my boxers as I liked.
Mom's implanted memories also meant that Lucy and I had a lot more time to ourselves. More than six times a day, I'd said - that left Lucy and I alone a lot.
I wouldn't have believed it if you'd told me a year ago, but there's a limit to how much time I wanted to spend jerking off on my sister's face, or having her swallow yet another load of my cum.
Fortunately, I had another way we could spend our time.
Session 43:
"What would really show you how powerful I am?"
I'd planned on telling her about what I'd done to Mom, the changes I'd wrought. I'd planned on demonstrating my power by showing her what I'd done to our mother.
But I couldn't bring myself to do that, so I needed a new plan.
"If I..."
There was a long pause, as Lucy mustered up the courage to answer.
"If you fucked me."
I tilted my head to the side. My sister, god bless her, never failed to surprise me.
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"Because...it's wrong. It's incest. We can never do it."
I guess that made sense. If I made her do something that she insisted we could never do, that would be proof of my power.
Only trouble was, the reason I was trying to establish my power was so that I could fuck her.
I needed another angle.
"What if I fucked Mom?"
Lucy's eyes fluttered briefly. If I'd been touching her (or she'd been touching me), I'd bet anything that she would have cum at the question.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, if you fucked Mom, that would show me how powerful you are."
"Why?"
"Because Mom would never do that."
"Why not?"
"Because it's incest. Because it's wrong."
I don't know if there's a name for it, but I've noticed that my sister tends to project her morals onto other people a lot. She thinks that fucking your sibling is wrong, therefore I'd never do it. Therefore, I'd never ask her to.
Lucy would do it if I asked her to, but because she thinks it's so wrong, it's something that I would never ask her to do.
It's a little recursive, and a whole lot of a nuisance.
"If I showed you I was that powerful, how would you feel?"
There was a pause, as Lucy found the right word.
"Awed."
"What would you do?"
"Anything."
My ears perked up at that.
"Anything?"
"Yes."
"If I fucked Mom, would you fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you'd be so powerful."
"So?"
"So you'd be too powerful to resist."
Session 49:
"I am all-powerful, aren't I?"
"Yes."
"You cannot resist me, can you?"
"No."
"What will you do if I order you to do something?"
"I will obey."
"What if you don't want to?"
"I will obey."
"What if you think that it's wrong?"
"I will obey."
"Say it again."
"I will obey."
"Again."
"I will obey."
Session 43:
"Would you have sex with Mom?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because that would be incest, and it's wrong."
Interesting, though not unexpected.
"Is it incest when you go down on me?"
"No."
"Is it incest when I finger you?"
"No."
"Is it incest when I go down on you?"
"No."
"So going down on someone or fingering them isn't incest, is it?"
"No."
"Would you finger Mom?"
"...yes."
"Would you go down on Mom?"
"Yes."
That one came faster, firmer. After all, it wasn't incest, right?
"Would you let Mom finger you?"
"Yes."
"Would you let Mom go down on you?"
"Yes."
Zero hesitation.
"So...what would count as having sex with Mom?"
There was a long pause at that one.
"...I don't know."
I could have left it there. If Lucy and Mom were 'just' eating each other out and cumming around each other's digits, that was more than enough for me.
But I had to push through Lucy's incest barrier somehow, and this was as good a place as any to start.
"Lesbian sex is fingering and oral, isn't it?"
"Yeah. And toys."
"You let me use toys on you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Would you use toys on me?"
"Yes."
Not that I wanted her to.
"So using toys isn't incest, is it?"
"No."
"Would you use toys on Mom?"
"Yes."
"Would you let Mom use toys on you?"
"Yes."
"Fingering, oral, toys - you'd do it all with Mom?"
"Yes."
"So you'd have sex with Mom, wouldn't you?"
There was a pause. I always got uncomfortable when there was a long pause. I'd already fried one person's mind; I definitely didn't want to do it again.
But I'd seen this before. Lucy is good at tying herself into weird loops, and it takes her a while to unravel them.
"...yes."
"Would you commit incest with Mom?"
"Yes."
"Would it be wrong?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because it's different, with girls. It doesn't count."
I rolled my eyes. For someone so progressive, Lucy's sense of gender politics could be really twisted when it suited her.
Session 49:
"I was born to be your slave."
"Say it again."
"I was born to be your slave."
"Good girl."
My sister twitched with pleasure at the compliment.
"You were born to serve. Say it."
"I was born to serve."
"Again."
"I was born to serve."
Session 43:
"Hypothetical: you walk in on me and Mom having sex."
Shake.
I knew she'd react that way, of course, but I was out of ideas.
"Why don't you believe I'd have sex with Mom?"
"It's incest."
"Incest can be hot, can't it?"
"Yes."
Even through the monotone, Lucy almost sounded like she was begging.
"So what would stop me?"
"It's wrong."
I could get lost for hours in the maze that is my sister's morality, but I couldn't see it being worth it. If she thinks something is wrong, or unfair, she...
My eyes widened.
Unfair.
"Hypothetical: You start having regular sex with Mom."
Nod.
I was almost tripping over my words, such was my desperation to get them out.
"You and Mom start having regular sex."
Nod. I didn't even have to build into it; Lucy was completely onboard with having regular sex with Mom.
I mean, why wouldn't she? It wouldn't be incest, after all.
"You know how much it turns me on."
Nod.
"You know how hard it gets me."
Nod.
"But you also know that I'm jealous."
Lucy paused, and I elaborated.
"I love both of you, and I find you both so attractive."
Nod. I'd never explicitly let Lucy know how sexy I found Mom, but I guess she'd just sort of worked it out.
"I'd love to have sex with either of you, but I can't."
Nod.
"Because it's wrong."
Nod.
"But you and Mom can have sex, can't you?"
"Yes."
"You have Mom can have sex - in front of me - and it's totally fine, because it's not incest."
Nod.
"But if I were to have sex with one of you, that would be incest."
Nod.
"I tell you how much it's hurting me, knowing that you two can be together and that we can't. What do you say?"
"Jack," Lucy said tenderly. "It's not the same. You know it's not the same."
"I tell you that I know, but it still doesn't stop the pain. What do you say?"
"I'll stop."
The matter-of-fact way that she answered made my heart melt. It sometimes felt like my sister would do anything for me.
Well, almost anything.
"I tell you that I can't make you do that; I know how much you enjoy it. How much Mom enjoys it. What do you say?"
"Please..."
Lucy trailed off. I smiled.
Doubt. She didn't have an answer. There was a gap.
And where there was a gap, there were limits, ready to be pushed.
Session 49:
"Who were you born to serve?"
"You."
"Good girl."
Twitch.
"You exist for my pleasure. Say it."
"I exist for your pleasure."
"Again."
"I exist for your pleasure."
"Good girl."
If my fingers hadn't been deep inside her, I think she would have twitched right off the chair.
Session 43:
"Do you enjoy what we do?"
"Yes."
Zero hesitation there.
"What do you enjoy about it?"
"Serving you."
Again, not even a hint of doubt.
"How does it make you feel?"
"Happy. Turned on. Fulfilled."
I didn't even remember instructing her to feel fulfilled. The idea that she just naturally felt that way was so hot to me, but I had to stay focused.
"How do you feel about us going back to how we were before?"
Lucy didn't even need to answer; the look of sadness that passed across her blank gaze said it all.
"You don't want to disobey me, do you?"
"No sir."
"Hypothetical: You're having regular sex with our mother, and I get jealous. I'm upset that I can't have sex with either of you, because it's wrong. I tell you that there are only two choices: I start having sex with one of you, or we all have to end it. What do you say?"
My sister paused, and I gripped my own leg hard enough to leave a bruise. I was watching her face like a hawk - any sign of her waking up meant that I had to dive in, reverse the hypothetical. She couldn't wake up now, thinking she was having regular sex with our mother.
Not yet.
It was minutes (that felt like hours), just as I was about to pull the plug, before she answered. Slowly. Cautiously.
Thoughtfully.
"...what if we worked things out, so that..."
I waited.
"What if we worked things out, so that...so that you and Mom could...have sex?"
Session 44:
The next time I put Lucy under, I ran the same hypothetical, just to be sure.
The pause was shorter this time, but the answer was the same.
"What if you and Mom had sex?"
I smiled.
"Wouldn't that be incest?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that be wrong?"
"Yes."
"Do you believe that I'd do it?"
"Yes."
"In what circumstances?"
"If...if I made you."
Lucy, for all her submissive tendencies, is a real control freak.
Me fucking our mother? Impossible. Would never happen. Never, ever, ever.
Unless, of course, it was for her.
As far as she was concerned, she was still the one who had been leading us down this path of sin. Me dominating her, owning her, bringing her off with my hand: it had been her fantasy. Everything she'd done...she'd convinced herself that it wasn't wrong, it wasn't incest.
Because it was her idea.
"How could you make me?"
"I could cry. Beg. Plead."
"In what situation would you do that?"
"If I thought things were going to end."
I smiled.
"You think things are going to end between us unless I fuck you or Mom. What do you do?"
"I convince you to fuck Mom."
Amazing. Something occurred to me; something I hadn't thought of in the previous session.
"Why Mom? Why not you?"
"Because if we had sex, that would be incest."
"Isn't it incest if I fuck Mom?"
"Yes, but..."
I rode out the pause.
"...it isn't as bad."
Interesting.
"Why isn't it as bad if I fuck Mom?"
As Lucy paused, I silently wondered what she was going to say. Because Mom was older? Because Mom was less likely to get pregnant? Because Mom was our...Mom?
"Because you'd be doing it for me," Lucy eventually answered.
"What do you mean?"
"You'd never do it yourself. You'd never do something so wrong. But if I asked you to, you'd do it...for me."
I took a moment to ponder my sister's bizarre moral stance. There was a certain logic to it, I suppose. It seemed my sister believed that if someone did something out of necessity, it wasn't as bad as doing it for pleasure.
Like when I'd 'broken my arms'. My sister had jerked me off 34 to 37 times. I knew she'd enjoyed it, and she knew she'd enjoyed it. But because she'd had to, that enjoyment...hadn't counted, so to speak.
We could do stuff that was wrong, as long as it was for the right reasons.
And in my sister's beautiful, twisted mind, allowing her to continue fooling around with me was a prime example of a 'right reason' to commit incest.
Y'know. As long as it wasn't her that was doing it.
"Why would it be bad if I fucked you?" I asked, pretty sure that I already knew the answer.
"Because," my sister said hesitantly. "I'd enjoy it too much."
Session 47:
"Please," my sister begged. "Please please please please please please please."
"'I tell you 'no'. What do you say?"
"Please..."
"I say no, not until I do. What do you say?"
"Oh god, please. I'll do anything!"
I smiled. That was what I'd been waiting to hear.
Session A127:
It had been a week. For a full week, Mom had been cumming more than six times a day, picturing me and Lucy fucking.
Forty-two orgasms, minimum. Her head full of images of her only two children, fornicating at knife-point.
I'd hypnotized her once in that week, just to avoid suspicion, but it had only been for a few minutes. I didn't want to risk messing around with Mom's new thought patterns, not until they'd had a chance to settle.
I figured a week was enough time.
"You are constantly, uncontrollably aroused by your own children."
Nod.
"You know that they've fucked."
Nod.
"You know that they've done things that siblings should never, ever do."
Nod.
"And you know that it's permanently rewired their impulses."
Mom froze - at least, as much as an entranced, already-stationary person can freeze.
Her eyes widened, her breathing quickened, and a slight flush began to creep up her neck.
Nod.
"You know that they're going to do it again."
Nod.
"You know that they need to do it again."
Nod.
"You know that your children are going to fuck again, in the house."
Nod.
"They've both been permanently altered."
Nod.
"They need to fuck again, or they'll end up like Marcie."
Twitch. Nod.
"Your children are going to fuck inside the house."
Nod.
"If they don't, they're going to suffer permanent mental damage."
Nod.
"You don't want that."
Nod.
"As a mother, you're concerned for your children."
Nod.
"But you also know that you can never, ever talk to them about this."
Nod.
"So there's only one thing you can do, isn't there?"
"Yes."
My mother's mumble was hard for me to catch, but I knew that she'd agree.
She's a great Mom.
"You need to make sure that they're messing around."
Nod.
"You need to make sure that your children are fooling around with each other."
Nod.
"You need to, for their safety."
Nod.
"Since you can't talk to them about it, for your children's well-being, you need to make sure they're fucking."
Nod.
"You can't talk to them about it."
Nod.
"You can't say anything to them."
Nod.
"So the only way to confirm it's happening is to catch them in the act."
Nod.
"You need to watch your children fooling around."
Nod.
"You need to watch Lucy sucking your son off."
Nod.
"You need to watch me going down on your daughter."
Nod.
"You need to watch me fucking her tits."
Nod.
"Cumming on her face."
Nod.
"Cumming on her body."
Nod.
"Only once you've seen all of those things will you be sure that they're safe."
Nod.
"That means that you'll need to spy on them, all the time."
Nod.
"You'll need to watch your children getting each other off, every time you get the chance."
Nod.
"These perverted images are going to enter your mind."
Nod.
"You're going to have even more fuel to get off to."
Nod.
"But it's something you have to do, for your children."
Nod.
"After you confirm what they're doing, you'll go to your room and get off."
Nod.
"You'll have the most powerful orgasms you've ever had."
Nod.
"The fresh images running through your head will turn you on more than you can imagine."
Nod.
"After all these decades of imagining perversity, you're going to see it."
Nod.
"You have to see it."
Nod.
"You are going to watch your children fool around, then get off to what you've seen."
Nod.
With a smile, I woke Mom up, and she blushingly thanked me for helping her relax.
Session 44:
Lucy was going to beg me to fuck Mom. I could make her do it in real life; I knew exactly the cards I had to play.
But first, she had to be having regular sex with Mom.
"New hypothetical: I order you to, next time you're alone with Mom, make out with her."
Shake.
God damn it, Lucy. You can never make anything easy, can you?
"Hypothetical: I tell you that I'd find it really hot if you made out with Mom. It's not an order, I'm just talking dirty."
Nod.
"You decide to do it, just to please me."
Pause.
Nod.
With a smile, I woke her up slowly.
"...what were we talking about?"
"I was talking dirty, sis."
"Oh, yeah..."
"Suck my cock, slut."
Lucy dropped to her knees without hesitation.
Session A128:
Mom had been spying on us for less than twenty-four hours when I put her under again. Every time me and Lucy were alone, I could tell that she was lurking. To help her out, I started leaving the door ajar wherever we fooled around. I made a mental note to only hypnotize Lucy when Mom wasn't home - that was the one thing I didn't want her to see. Not that it wouldn't be hot, having Mom work that into her fantasies, but I didn't want to do anything that risked Mom refusing to let me put her under again.
Not when I was so close.
"It's important that you continue to act as you did before the burglary, isn't it?"
Mom nodded, a blush rising just at the memory of what Lucy and I had 'done'.
"That means that you won't talk to your children about sex, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"If you talk to your children about sex, you'll be exposed as a deviant."
Nod.
"You want to avoid that at all costs."
Nod.
I took a deep breath. Time to go.
"Your children's sexual impulses were rewired, weren't they?"
"We should really do this more often," Mom smiled.
Whoops. Question.
Session A129:
"Your children's sexual impulses were rewired."
Nod.
I'd put Mom under again immediately. She'd posed no objection.
"They now find incest sexually appealing."
Nod.
"Their taboos have been completely stripped away."
Nod.
"Family don't find each other sexy, do they?"
"No."
"But your children have been altered."
There was a long pause, followed by a slow nod.
"Your son and daughter find each other sexy now."
Nod.
"That means they find family members sexy."
Nod.
"You've got a sexy body."
Nod. I was glad to know that Mom's higher self-image had stuck, even after the rest of my messing around.
"You have a sexy body."
Nod.
"Your children now find family members sexy."
Nod.
"That means that they're going to find you sexy."
Pause. Nod.
"You still strip off when you get home."
Nod. She did.
"You strip off when you get home, and you walk around naked."
Nod.
"Your body is sexy, and you expose it to your children."
Nod.
"Your children are going to notice your sexy body."
Nod.
"Your children are going to notice your sexy body, and find it sexy."
Nod.
"Your children find you sexy."
Nod.
"Your children have been rewired to lose their taboos, and they find you sexy."
Nod.
Phew. I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that once Mom agreed to that, the rest was going to be relatively easy.
"You have never talked to your children about sex, have you?"
"No."
"You refuse to talk to your children about sex."
Nod.
"But since the burglary, you've seen them having sex."
Nod.
"You've seen that Lucy is quite aggressive."
Nod.
My sister is very submissive, actually. She loves doing what she's told. So, when I ordered her to start aggressively initiating all our sexual contact, she obeyed.
"You've seen that when she wants something, she takes it."
Nod.
"You've seen that what she wants is your son."
Nod.
"You've seen her insist that he fuck her tits, that she blow him, that she go down on him."
Nod.
"You know that when your daughter thinks something is sexy, she doesn't hesitate to act upon that attraction."
Nod.
"Your daughter thinks that you're sexy."
Again, Mom tensed up. Again, a slight pause.
And again, she nodded.
"That means your daughter is going to act on that attraction."
Nod.
"That means your daughter is going to make a move on you."
Nod.
"To refuse would be to talk about sex, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"So when your daughter makes a move on you, you're not going to talk about it."
Nod.
"You're going to just go along with whatever she does."
Nod.
"It's going to turn you on."
Nod.
"Sexual contact with your daughter is going to be the single most perverse thing you've ever done."
Nod.
"And the hottest."
Nod.
Session 45:
"Mom finds us attractive, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
I loved it when my sister's moan penetrated her monotone.
"Would you believe me if I told you she was too shy to act on it?"
"Yes."
"What if I told you that her deepest desire was for you to initiate sexual contact with her?"
"I would believe you."
Session A129:
"Hypothetical: Lucy pulls your head to her pussy."
Shake. Fair enough. With Lucy, it was easy to jump right to the end.
Mom required things at a slightly different pace.
"Hypothetical: Lucy brushes her hand against your breast, trying to make it seem accidental."
Nod.
"What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"It's the hottest thing you've ever experienced."
Nod.
I slowly woke her up.
Session A133:
"Hypothetical: Lucy grabs your boob. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"You think about it the next time you get off."
Nod.
Session A136:
"Hypothetical: You're sitting on the couch. Lucy sits beside you and puts a hand on your boob. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"The feeling of your daughter's hand on your breast is the most erotic feeling in the world."
Nod.
Session A140:
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts sucking on your nipple at breakfast. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"Knowing that the last time she did that, she was breastfeeding - it's sick."
Nod.
"It's wrong."
Nod.
"It instantly makes you soaking wet."
Nod.
Session A146:
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. What do you do?"
"Nothing."
"If you do nothing, she might be displeased. She might want to tell you how you can do better. That would be talking about sex, wouldn't it?"
"Yes."
"If you do nothing, she'll talk to you about sex."
Nod.
"If you return the kiss, she'll be satisfied, and you won't have to discuss sex with your daughter."
Nod.
"You can't talk to your kids about sex. If Lucy starts making out with you, the only way to avoid it is to return the kiss."
Nod.
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. What do you do?"
Silence. After a beat, I realized what I'd done; tried to discuss sex with my mother.
"Hypothetical: Lucy starts making out with you. You return the kiss."
Nod.
"Passionately."
Nod.
"You are on the verge of orgasm the entire time."
Nod.
I slowly woke her up.
Session A158:
"Hypothetical: Lucy pulls your head to her pussy. You start enthusiastically performing cunnilingus."
Nod.
"It's even hotter than you imagined it would be."
Nod.
Session A161:
"Hypothetical: Lucy reaches down your panties, and starts fingering your pussy. You moan loudly and enthusiastically, to show how into it you are."
Nod.
"You don't have to fake it, not even a little."
Nod.
Session A163:
"Hypothetical: Your son touches your boob."
Shake.
Damn it. My own passivity in our little shows had worked against me.
Unless...
"New hypothetical: Lucy places my hands on your boob."
Nod.
"Your perverted side wants your son to do so much more."
Nod.
"You cum at the feeling of his hand touching your nipple."
Nod.
I smiled, and woke her up.
Session A168:
"Hypothetical: Lucy guides my cock between your tits. You push them together, and silently plead for me to fuck your tits."
Nod.
"The next time you're playing with yourself, you're remembering the feeling of my cock between your tits."
Nod.
Session A172:
"Hypothetical: Lucy isn't home."
Nod.
"I've been fucking your tits for weeks, always being guided by Lucy."
Nod.
"You can tell that I'm horny. You recognize the signs."
Nod.
"I see your big, beautiful tits, just begging for me to take them."
Nod.
"I lower my underpants..."
Nod.
"...and begin fucking your tits."
Nod.
"You enthusiastically use your hands."
Nod.
"Until I cum onto your face."
Nod.
"My orgasm triggers your own."
Nod.
"You cum when I cum."
Nod.
"You always cum at the sight of your son's orgasm."
Nod.
"You always cum when your son does."
Nod.
Session A178:
"Hypothetical: Lucy isn't home."
Nod.
"She's been guiding my cock into your mouth for weeks."
Nod.
"You can tell I'm horny."
Nod.
"I lower my pants, and move my cock to your lips."
Nod.
"They part obediently, and you stick your tongue out for me."
Nod.
"You make your mouth a warm, wonderful tunnel for me to fuck."
Nod.
"I slide my cock between your lips."
Nod.
"And I fuck your mouth until I cum."
Nod.
"You cum when I cum."
Nod.
"You cum as you're swallowing your own son's seed."
Nod.
"You're a cocksucking slut of a mother."
Nod.
"It turns you on."
Nod.
"Your inner perversions are showing."
Nod.
"It feels freeing."
Nod.
"You can still never talk about it."
Nod.
"But there's something deeply satisfying about being such a whore."
Nod.
I smiled. This was normally where I'd wake my mother up. This was normally where I'd slowly wake her up, locking in the hypothetical.
But I'd been doing this for almost two hours, my dick rock hard almost the entire time.
I figured I deserved a treat.
Mom didn't say a word as I unzipped my pants. She didn't say anything as I pulled my erection out.
Her eyes - still blank - widened slightly as I moved my hardness towards my face, but she didn't move, and she didn't say a word.
As my cock approached her mouth, her lips parted, and her tongue reached out to taste my head.