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Subject: {ASSM} The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 4 (voy, incest, m/f, M/f, F/m)
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The Apprentice Mesmerizer
by Mandil



                                   PART 4 

At a quarter to eleven, I was back in Louis's Restaurant but Sandra
wasn't there yet.

When she arrived, ten minutes later, she looked strange. Her hair was
in a mess and her white blouse was all wrinkled. As she sat at my
table, wordless, I thought I could detect the smell of sweat and sex
emanating from her body.

This only confirmed what I already knew; she and Paul had gone
parking.

A couple of minutes later we saw Uncle Charles gray Ford through the
plate glass window of the restaurant. Mother was sitting next to him
in the front seat.

We got into the back seat and as we drove home no one spoke a word.
That surprised me since I had expected mother to ask us what we had
done in town and if we had met many of our friends. Instead, she just
sat in front very quietly and didn't ask a single qauestion. I was
certainly grateful for that since it saved me, and probably Sandra
also, from telling a lie so as to explain where we had spent the
evening.

Next day Uncle Charles left Maplelane at two, and soon afterward,
mother went to her room for a nap for the rest of the afternoon.

It had been my intention to questioned Sandra about her activities of
the previous evening with Paul, but I decided against this since I
figures that it was too risky to do that with mother in the house.

Instead I decided to wait until mother was at work. But then it
occured to me that I could use mother's key word and put her in a deep
sleep and let her continue to rest in her room. It would then be just
a simple matter of placing Sandra in a trance and proceed to question
her all I wanted without any danger of being disturbed by mother.

To execute my plan, I decided that it would be safer if I were to
place Sandra in a trance first, and then go to mother's room and take
care of her.

Sandra was in the living room, I stood behind her and I said her key
word. She immediately froze on the spot then I told her to sit on a
chair around the kitchen table.

Next, I went upstairs to mother's room and standing next to her bed I
softly said her key word. I saw her body twitch a little and then she
remained very still while her breathing continued to be regular.

She was wearing her nightgown and since the weather was warm at this
time of the year, she hadn't bothered to cover herself with the sheet.
Half of one breast was exposed through the neck opening of her gown.
Even with her window curtain shut tight, there was enough light coming
through the material to allow me to see every detail of her body. The
sight of her half-naked breast had a paralyzing effect on me. Now that
her one breast was only partly covered, I could tell that her breasts
were much bigger than I would have ever imagined. Even Sandra's teats
were no match for these.

Instead of ordering her to go into a deep sleep, I decided to ask her
a few questions. When I found enough courage, I told her in a soft and
even voice, to open her eyes. My heart almost stopped beating when she
looked straight at me. For a second or so, I was not sure if she was
still in a trace or not. I could remember reading in the book that I
had bought, that a hypnotized subject will seldom look another person
in the eyes unless ordered to do so, and mother was now looking me
straight in the eyes. I told myself that it was only a coincidence
since I was standing in her line of sight and looking straight ahead
for her was the same as looking at me in the eyes.

In the back of my mind I had doubts about what was going on between
her and Uncle Charles. I was going to find the truth this very minute.
The strange manner in which they had acted the previous evening, plus
the many presents he was always giving her, this added to the fact
that he seldom miss visiting her, was bothering me.

Ever since I had begun to fondle Sandra a month or so earlier, it
seemed that my mind was much more aware of those things that had to do
with sex. The more I thought about Uncle Charles and mother, the more
my instinct told me that all was not the way it appeared between them.
Now I knew that I was not going to be interrupted by Sandra, what
better opportunity was there to explore the nature of her relationship
with Uncle Charles.

" Mother, do you know who is talking to you? " 

" Yes. You are Lawrence. " 

" Mother, you will now answer all of my questions and you won't
remember a thing afterward. "

" I will not remember a thing. " She repeated it just like she had
been talking in her sleep.

" Do you like Uncle Charles? " 

" Yes, very much. " 

How was I to start? It wouldn't do to ask her straightforward if she
was in love with him, as I couldn't predict exactly how she would
react. After all, she was very strict on matters that had to do with
love and worst still about sex. Therefore I had to approach the
delicate subject of her relationship with my uncle very carefully.

" Have you ever kiss Uncle Charles? " 

" Yes. " I noticed that she hesitated before answering and I didn't
know if I should go on asking her more questions. I tried to imagine
what would happen if she should come out of her trance and find me in
her room. I was too embarrassed even to think about it. Then before I
had time to think I asked her.

" Have you ever kiss him passionately on the lips? " 

Again there was a long pause but finally she did answer. 

" Yes, very often. " 

Even though I was half expecting as much it was still a surprise to
hear it from her own lips. But even then, in the back of my mind, I
was half hoping than nothing was going on between them. Then my
curiosity got the better of me, I wanted to know what else she had
done with him.

" When was the last time that you kissed him? " 

" It was last night. " 

Wow. Could this be possible, Sandra and I never suspected anything,
and all the time this was going on right under our noses. No wonder, I
told myself, that she had been in a hurry to give us permission to
spend the evening in Maplelane on Saturday. She probably wanted to be
alone in the house with Uncle Charles.

" Usually where are you when he kissed you? " 

" Most of the time we are in my room here. " 

What dopes Sandra and I were. All that time we thought that mother was
a frigid woman and that Uncle Charles wanted only to give us his
friendship. Instead he was having an affair with mother.

" When was the first time that he gave you a passionate kiss? " 

" It was the third year after I was married to your father. " 

How could this be possible! It implied that she had been unfaithful to
father. How could she do such a thing? It went so much against all
that I knew about her. There was now no way that I was going to stop
questioning her now, I had to know more. I began to feel a little
wicked about making her tell me these things. I knew she would never
tell me these secrets of her own free will.

" Uncle Charles must have been much younger then? " 

" He was only twenty at the time. " 

" Did you and Uncle kiss often after that first kiss? " 

" Oh yes, every time we were alone together. Your father was often
away from home and we had lots of occasions. "

I then made up my mind to ask her the big question. I now knew that it
would be impossible for me to sleep that night if I didn't know if she
and Uncle Charles had slept together.

" Tell me mother, did he ever sleep with you? " 

It took her a good ten seconds before she softly whispered her answer.

" Yes. " 

Disappointment and emptiness took hold of me. It felt as if someone
had robbed me of something very precious, but I couldn’t exactly
say why I felt that way. Mother had always presented a fa ade of being
a strong willed woman with a strongly established set of principles. I
had never heard her mention the word 'sex' in the house, and the way
she always dressed was certainly no indication of her secret life. It
was not the fact that she had slept with Uncle Charles that bothered
me, but knowing that she had done so while father was alive. She had
been cheating on him!!!

I was dumbfounded, suddenly I could no longer tolerate being near her.
I went down stairs, too stunned to continue questioning her. Sandra
was still sitting on her chair in the kitchen. I got Sandra out of her
trance and without bothering to check her reaction, I went out to the
stable to lie in the hay and think.

Mother had lied to us. She was not the virtuous woman that she
appeared to be. She had also cheated on father and in his own house,
and worse still, she had done this with her brother in law. How long
had this been going on? Could it be possible that it had all started
after that first kiss, when Uncle Charles was just twenty, she and he
had been cheating on father ever since? It was possible, and how often
did they do this?

I now felt sorry that I hadn't asked her more questions. Then it
suddenly occurred to me that Sandra could well be the daughter of
Uncle Charles. After all she was only fourteen and from mother's own
lips I had been told that Uncle Charles and mother had been fucking
well before Sandra was born.

Slowly my anger began to ebb away. I told myself, Mother probably had
a good reason to be unfaithful to father. As for her having this
affair with father's brother nowadays, well it was only natural since
she was no longer married. But why didn't he marry her if they felt so
attracted toward one another?

Now that I knew mother's secret - at least part of it - I felt a
little sorry. Not for mother, but for the fact that she had always
given us the false impression of being someone with well established
rules of behavior. All this, while she was indulging herself - in our
own home - with sexual acts without our even being aware of it. But it
pleased me to know that there was a possibility that Sandra was only
my half sister. In the back of my mind I was very afraid that Sandra
would get pregnant by me, and if she were only my half sister, I
figured that it wouldn't be quite as bad. Not that it really mattered,
since incest is incest weather it is with a sister or a half sister.

The more I thought about mother's affair with Uncle Charles, the less
it bothered me. Why should she not enjoy life a little, she was still
very beautiful and she had a splendid looking body, so why not? Now
that I was thinking about this in a more rational way, I began to feel
the same strange feeling of power and lust that I felt each time I
questioned Sandra.

On Monday, mother started the day shift from eight to four. The
weather was now very warm and sunny, and once the dishes were washed
and put away, I proposed to Sandra that we go for a walk.

There was a creek and a small woods about half a mile behind our house
and with the weather being nice it was very inviting to walk in the
shade of the trees. We slowly walked along the wide trail, then
decided to sit under a great shade tree. My sister seemed in a very
happy mood, and I knew it had to do with her going out with Paul last
Saturday evening.

Once we were seated on the grass, I said her key word. Again, a surge
of power invaded me as I watched her sitting very still, ready to
divulge the things she would never tell under ordinary circumstances.
At the same time, my cock was rock hard, as I anticipated learning
what she and Paul had done together on Saturday. I began to ask her a
few questions.

" Where did you go Saturday evening with Paul? " 

" We went for a ride in his car and later we went parking " 

" Did he play with your breasts? " 

" Yes. " 

It was a slow process to learn anything from her with these short
answers, so I told her to describe in details everything that she and
Paul did that evening.

" We went parking at our usual spot and after he turned off the motor
we began to kiss. He then proceeded to play with my breasts and later
he got me completely naked in the car. "

Well, I told myself, it seemed that it was a habit of his to get her
naked whenever they went parking.

" He then made me suck his cock while he had his mouth on my cunt.
After a while he wanted to fuck me and I let him do it. "

Just like that, she let him do it. I was thunder struck. How could she
do this, she had chosen to break up with him instead of letting him
fuck her barely a month ago. Why the sudden change?

" Why did you let him do this? Aren?t you afraid of becoming pregnant?
"

" No, you gave me the drops that will prevent this from happening.
Therefore there is no danger of my getting pregnant. "

It was true, I had given her those imaginary drops twice now - ever
since I had started to fuck her. But how could she recall such a fact
when she wasn't in a trance? I couldn't explain this, and I began to
realize I still had a lot to learn about hypnotism. Could it be that
she wanted to let him fuck her so much, that the part of her brain
that control her trance memories was called upon to help her take a
decision while she was no longer in a trance? Or could it be something
completely different that I didn't understand? It no longer mattered
now, the important fact was that she had let him fuck her and she was
no longer preoccupied about getting pregnant.

" How many times did he fuck you? " 

" He took me three times while we were in his car. Then we talked for
a while and he once again sucked my cunt. He wanted to fuck me again
but it was getting late and we didn't have time to do it again. "

" One last question. Why did he leave Pauline by herself in the
restaurant and go away with you. "

" Paul said Pauline was two months pregnant, and he doesn't know if he
is the father of her child since she went out a couple of times with
Pat Higginson and he could be the father."

So the cute blond Pauline' finally got herself knocked up, I said to
myself. Now she is probably thinking of putting the blame on me. She
certainly hadn't mention this to me when I was fucking her last
Saturday evening. This was probably the reason she was in such a hurry
to have me cum inside her.

After getting Sandra out of her trance - she believed that she had a
nap as she rested with her back resting against a tree - we slowly
walked back home without my fucking her or even kissing her once. I
couldn't say why, but after hearing what had happened between her and
Paul on Saturday night, I was not eager to have anything to do with
her for the moment. It felt as though she had cheated on me, and
further more, I didn't hypnotized her for the next couple of days
either.

It was now hay-time and I had plenty of outdoor work to do. When I
came home after a long day of working in the fields, I was too tired
to think about Sandra.

Then Saturday afternoon it began to rain and this gave me the
opportunity to rest. The hay that had been cut would need to dry in
the sun for several days before it could be safely stored in the barn.

When Uncle Charles arrived in the late afternoon I knew that if I were
to ask mother to let us spent the evening in Maplelane, there was a
good chance that she was going to agree to let us go.

There was no doubt in my mind that she wanted to be left alone with
Uncle Charles. The instant that I asked if we could again go to town,
she agreed to my request. As he had done the previous Saturday, Uncle
Charles drove us to Louis's Restaurant.

Paul was already inside waiting for Sandra. How had he known that she
was going to be in Maplelane, I could only guess. He was sitting at a
table with one of his friends, a boy name Tom Luctor.

Paul and Tom were often seen together in school. From the public phone
in the restaurant I phoned Pauline and I told her that I was on my way
to her place. We had no phone at home and I wanted to be able to check
and see if her parents were gone.

The minute she let me inside the house, she took me by the hand and
led me to her room upstairs. It had been my intention to just tell her
that I knew about her being pregnant and then leave the house. But
upon seeing her with her innocent smile and all eager to fuck while
her breasts were already half exposed - she had undone half the
buttons of her blouse before I came in - I changed my mind and decided
to remain with her for the rest of the evening.

As soon as her bedroom door was shut and lock, we both got completely
naked and I started to fuck her. While looking at her nude body I had
tried to see if I could detect any signs of her swollen belly, but I
couldn't see a trace of it. I guess that she wasn't advanced enough in
her pregnancy for it to show. After our second bout of fucking, I told
her that I knew that she was expecting a baby and that Paul was the
father. This caused her to start crying and she threw herself belly
down on the bed. The more that I tried to console her, the more she
cried.

The sight of her nakedness caused me to become very aroused. The fact
she was crying further accented her weakness and thus my feeling of
power over her. All of a sudden I threw myself on her while she had
her bottom toward me. From my position above her, it was only a matter
of seconds before I inserted my steel hard column of flesh into her
reeking cunt.

Although she kept on crying, she didn't try to resist me and I
proceeded to fuck her in this position. Soon she began to respond to
my pounding and she lifted her bottom so as to meet my shoves and
gradually her crying changed to a series of sighs and moans. I could
see her closing and opening her firsts against the mattress as I began
to increase the tempo of my pumping. Then the delicious climax seized
us simultaneously as we both came in an moment of thrilling pleasure.

A short while later I became fully aware of what I had done, - I was
still fully embedded within her cunt and she had completely stopped
crying underneath me - I rolled myself off her body and I sat on the
edge of the bed. Soon she joined me sitting with the flats of her feet
on the bed and her knees raised. She looked at me and after a while
she said.

" You mustn't tell anyone that I am expecting, promise me you won't. "

" You don't have to worry about me, my lips are sealed, but you should
tell your mother at least. You will need her help in a couple of
months when it begins to show. "

She then asked who told me about her condition, and I said that Paul
told me. That made her very angry and she said that she would never
speak to him again. She then threw herself into my arms and she asked
me if I would keep seeing her. Of course I said I would see her again.

I also told her that when she told her mother, she was to make sure
and tell her that I was not the one responsible for her condition. I
remained with her for the next few hours - during which time we had
another long bout of fucking. I got back to Louis' Restaurant at a
quarter to eleven.

Much to my surprise, Sandra was already seated at a table alone. Her
hair at the front had just been recently combed but the back was a
mess of twisted and tangled curls. She looked kind of funny and it
appeared that she had been crying. Her white blouse was all wrinkled
and the second button was missing. Then, as I sat next to her I
noticed her blouse was torn near her right shoulder.

She didn't say a word to me and I didn't ask her a single question.
About that time Uncle Charles appeared in front of the restaurant and
we got into the car. Mother was not with Uncle Charles so I sat in
front while Sandra sat in the back by herself.

On the way home Uncle asked me if I had enjoyed my evening and what
exactly I had done. Of course I said that I played pool the whole
evening with other boys, as for Sandra she didn't answer. When he
asked her the same question, she pretended to be sleeping in the back.

Sandra and I immediately went upstairs, while mother and Uncle Charles
remained in the living room. They said they wanted to listen to a
program on the radio. Before Sandra had time to close her bedroom door
behind her, I whispered 'wakino' and she froze in the process of
closing her bedroom door. I made her follow me to my room after making
sure her door was shut. I was very curious to know what had happened
to her, even at the risk of bringing her to my room. It wasn't a big
risk since I knew that mother never checked on her, or on me, before
going to bed. Beside, since Uncle Charles was keeping mother company
downstairs, the chances that she would do so tonight were even more
remote.

It wasn't my intention to spend the night with Sandra. All I wanted to
do was ask her a few questions and then send her to her room. I made
her sit on the edge of my bed and I sat next to her. Taking one of her
hands in mine, I began questioning her.

" Where did you go tonight? " 

" We went parking. " 

That was nothing new, and even before questioning her I was almost one
hundred percent certain that she had done that.

" Did you fuck with Paul? " 

" Yes, we did so for the whole evening. " 

" Paul was in good shape tonight then. " 

" I don't want to see him or Tom ever again. " 

At first I didn't understand what she met by 'or Tom'. It suddenly
struck me that she had departed the restaurant with both Paul and Tom.

" You went parking with both Paul and Tom then? " 

Her answer took a while to come out of her mouth but finally she
admitted that this is what had happened. Then I had to know if she had
fuck Tom as well as Paul.

" Tell me Sandra, did both Paul and Tom fucked you? " 

" Yes they did. I will never speak to either of them again. " 

" I want you to tell me everything from the beginning. " 

" At first we went for a ride in Paul's car. I thought that he was
going to drive Tom home, but instead he went to our usual place where
we park. He then began to kiss me while Tom was still sitting next to
me. After a while Paul place his hand on my breasts, by then I had
forgotten about Tom next to me and I let him do as he pleased. Soon my
blouse was opened and he lifted my bra exposing my breasts. Before I
knew what was happening, Tom hands were on my breasts while Paul
played with my cunt. Then Tom put his head between my legs while Paul
was kissing me.

I tried to make them stop but they kept at it and soon it felt so good
that I didn't have the desire to make them stop. As Tom sucked on my
cunt, Paul made my suck on his cock until he came into my mouth, then
they changed places and I sucked on Tom's cock. After a while Paul
began to fuck me then Tom took his place. "

" How many time did each of them fuck you? " 

" Three or four times each, I don't exactly remember. " 

Listening to her describe her adventure, even though I knew that she
had not been a willing participant - even if she had gotten a good
deal of pleasure out of it - had made me extremely aroused. I knew
that since she got back home she hadn't had a chance to clean or even
wipe her cunt, and unless she had done so in the women room in Louis's
Restaurant, her cunt was probably still full of sperm from her
numerous fuckings.

Then without really knowing exactly why, I felt a strong urge to look
at her abused cunt just as it was. To make sure that she had not clean
herself, I asked her if she had washed herself after the numerous
fucks she had endured.

" No, I didn't have the chance yet. " 

Upon hearing this, my cock reacted with a jerk in my pants. I knew
this was a once in a lifetime chance to closely examine a freshly
fucked cunt that was still showing the dilatation and stretching of
many hours of fucking. With a quivering voice I ordered her to remove
all of her clothes except for her panties - I wanted to reserved that
pleasure for myself .

I made her stretch out on her back on my bed. The instant my eyes came
to rested on her breasts I was able to see numerous suction marks,
while both of her nipples were cherry red and swollen as if they had
been sucked and chewed upon for a long period of time.

Placing myself between her parted legs, with a hand on each side of
her calves, I proceeded to open her legs wider. The crotch of her
white cotton panties was soaked and a strong odor of sex was emanating
from her junction. With her help - as she lift her bottom from the bed
- I proceeded to pull the garment down, and in a few moments it lay on
the floor at the foot of my bed. The minute I brought my face close to
her cunt, I was assailed by a fish smell.

Upon examining her cunt I noticed that her lips were swollen, while
the lower petals of her labia were protruding. This was a completely
new look, never before had I seen her inner lips sticking out that
much. Her cunt hair was smeared and pasted with half dry crusts, spunk
was oozing out of the passage between her still open gash.

The sight was at the same time both revolting and enchanting, worst
still, I couldn't decide exactly which of the two impressed me the
most. When I looked inside her half-opened channel, I noticed how
angry- red it appeared instead of its usual salmon-pink color.

Then I slowly pushed a finger inside. I was amazed to see, first her
swollen lips enclose it in a tight grip, then from inside, the walls
of her cunt seemed to squeeze my finger as if to strangle it. The
instant I began to move inside her, the pressure exerted by her
contracting walls was still greater. All the time I could see the lips
of her cunt pulsating at the base of my finger as if attempting to
urge it to move even more deeply into her.

When I pulled my finger out of the tight volcano, I actually heard a
sucking noise as her cunt walls tried to prevent me from withdrawing.
As soon as it was completely out, the muscles of her cunt dilated to
leave a hole the exact size of my finger all the way inside her
vagina. It was as if her cunt was trying to tempt my finger to plunge
inside once again.

By now my face was only a few inches from her cunt, and I don't know
what made me do it, but all I could recall afterward was that I felt
an irresistible attraction for her cunt. Without my being able to
prevent it, I glued my lips to her cunt and I began to lick and suck
everything that came out of it - much to Sandra's delight, since she
was now grinding her lower body against my face.

Her taste was different, and when she tried to lift her lower body in
an attempt to cause more friction against my face, her vagina muscles
squeezed great quantities of thick hot juice into my hungry mouth. I
remained with my mouth on her cunt for a very long time. By the time I
stopped, there wasn't a drop of juice left within her.

I then climbed between her legs and I proceeded to fuck her with total
abandon. We spent the rest of the night in my bed and I sent her in
her room early the next morning.

Uncle Charles left early Sunday morning. I had already decided that I
was going to ask mother more questions to get more intimate details
about her relationship with Uncle Charles. Since it was raining
outside and there was nothing to do beside my daily choirs in the barn
- I told myself that today mother was going to tell me everything.

At two that afternoon, I placed Sandra in a trance while she was
reading and did the same to mother as she was knitting. Next, I told
her to go to her room and I followed her there. As soon as she was
comfortably stretched out on her bed, I told her to close her eyes, -
it made me feel nervous when she had them open since it was hard for
me to believed that she was in a trance. I then undertook a series of
questions.

" When you are with Uncle Charles in bed together, is it very
pleasant? "

" Yes, it's extremely pleasant and we both enjoy it tremendously. " 

" Why don't you marry him then if you love him? " " We can't get marry
because he already has a wife. We never mentioned this to you or
Sandra, but he is still living with his wife. "

This was a surprise indeed. I always thought of Uncle Charles as a
bachelor, he appeared to me to be a little too selfish to have a
family of his own. Could it be possible that he also had children back
home? I quickly asked mother about it.

" Yes, he had two daughters living with him and his wife. " 

" When he fucked you for the first time, was Sandra born yet? " 

" No. We began to indulge ourselves immediately after you were born. "

" Then he could be Sandra's father? " 

" He is her father. " 

At this point I had to get off the bed where I was sitting. For a full
minute I walked around the room thinking. It was a great surprise
indeed to learn that Sandra was only my half sister, could this be one
of the reason that I was so attracted to her? No, it had nothing to do
with it and I went back to mother who was patiently waiting on her
bed.

" When father was living, did Uncle Charles fucked you often? " 

" Oh yes, almost daily. " 

" How could you manage this without father knowing it? " 

" It was easy. Your father worked the night shift and Charles was
boarding with us and was working the day shift at the same food
processing plant. Most of the time I was in the house alone with one
or the other. "

" He must have been sleeping with you every night then? " 

" Yes, except during the weekend when they were both in the house at
the same time. "

She sure must have had an exiting life, I thought to myself. She was
screwing Uncle Charles during the night and when father got home in
the morning he probably also had her before going to sleep in the bed
still warm from his brother's body heat. Two different men to fuck her
each day.

" Father then never found out about you and his brother? " 

" No, we were very careful. " 

This got me to think. If she was so hot blooded, could it be possible
that she had also had affairs with other men?

" Have you been fucked by others beside father and Uncle Charles? " 

" Yes. " 

" Can you tell me how many more had had sex with you? " 

It took her a while to answer, was it because she felt reluctant to
answer or was she trying to count her partners in her head. It was
probably both, but finally she admitted to having had four other males
partners. This was even more of a shock to me. Excluding father, that
made five men had had sex with her.

" Tell me about these men. Who were they? " 

" One was my father, you grandfather, then there was my brother and
two of his friends. "

Again I had to pause a few minutes to absorb what she had just told
me. Her own father and brother had done this to her. But then, I was
doing the same with Sandra.

" How old were you then? " 

" Simon, " that was her brother and my uncle, " began to do it to me
when I was thirteen, it went on until he was killed when I was
seventeen. As for my father, he caught me and my brother, after that
he also fucked me, I must have been fourteen then. He even had me the
night before I married your father. "

" Did you and grandfather ever have intercourse after you were married
to father? "

" Oh yes, very often. " 

" And you didn't mind this at all? " 

" No, on the contrary I enjoyed it greatly. " 

I bet she did. She was a regular whore, and all those years we thought
she was a cold woman, she never talked about sex and she was so strict
with us.

But all this talking had caused my prick to become very stiff, and
that same strange and pleasant sensation was back prevailing through
my whole body. It occurred to me that each time I heard Sandra or
mother tell me about their sex adventures I was always became horny
and excited just hearing about it from their own lips. They were
revealing their deepest secrets to me. They certainly wouldn't
otherwise tell me any of this if were they not under hypnotism, and
this gave me a feeling of power over them.

When I had heard Sandra describe what she had done with Paul and Tom
the previous evening, I also felt the same intense and strange
pleasure. The feeling of power combined with the fact that they were
revealing their deepest secrets to me was causing all the excitement
that I felt. I realized that I could experience just as great a thrill
by listening to women tell about their sex experiences as if I was
doing the deed myself. I went back to asking mother more questions.

" You like fucking then? " 

" Yes, very much. " 

" Would you like it if I did it to you? " 

It took her a few seconds to answer, but she finally nodded her head
in the affirmative. I had expected her to bring up all sort of
objections and I was even prepared to forget about it. So the joy I
felt when she nodded her approval was surpassed only by my eagerness
to fuck her.

I placed a hand on her breast. It felt spongy and firm at the same
time, gradually and with determination, I began to open her blouse
starting from the neck down.

                               (end of part 4)

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