Sharing Son’s Cock with DaughterMommy Loves Hypnosis Too
DeeDee Zee
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Mommy Loves Hypnosis Too
Copyright © 2018 by DeeDee Zee
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First Edition: August 2018
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Contents
Preface
Foreword
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Afterword
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Mom’s biological clock is ticking loudly, and she wants a grandchild. Her son and daughter don’t want to make her baby-wish come true until after a hypnotic nudge. Now her son is all for getting his sister pregnant, so long as Mom is there to help. In fact, her daughter insists.
This FICTION short is for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). It contains mother-daughter incest sex, mother-son sex, brother-sister sex, dubious consent, hypnosis, mind control, oral sex, girl-on-girl, masturbation, seeding/breeding, and bareback creampie.
Sharing Son’s Cock with Daughter
Everyone has a biological clock. Some are just louder than others. Mine was ticking so loudly I thought it would explode any moment. The diaper commercial that popped up on the TV didn’t help. My arms ached to cuddle a baby again.
“I want a grandbaby,” I said to no one in particular.
My husband guffawed.
Our eighteen-year-old son Spencer, who’d been taking a swig of soda, snorted the liquid through his nose then scrambled to put the can down and mop up the mess.
Gina, our twenty-two-year-old daughter, snorted and said, “You better hope Spencer knocks up some chick, because you ain’t getting one from me.”
I pouted at her.
“Don’t look at me like that, Mom. No. I’m not dating. I don’t want to date. And I sure as hell don’t want a kid. Not right now. Maybe in ten years when I’m not living at home still. Maybe.”
I pouted harder then turned to my husband. “Tell your children to give me a grandbaby.”
He laughed and shook his head. “We’ve been telling them for years to have safe sex and tossing condoms at them. Now you want to flip the script so they’ll give you grandkids.” He laughed harder. “Good luck with that.”
“Spencer, don’t you have a girlfriend?” I asked with hope in my voice.
My son gave me a look that said I was mental. “Yeah, and her daddy has a gun and will sure as shit shoot my dick off if I knock up his daughter.”
I turned my attention back to my daughter. “Gina,” I whined.
She stared at the TV, ignoring me.
“I want a grandbaby. I want someone to call me Nana.”
“Nana,” said my husband, son, and daughter in monotonic unison. The smartasses.
“That’s not what I meant!”
Gina said, “If you want a baby so badly, you have one. You’re not menopausal yet. Go for it.”
My husband leered at me and licked his lips. “Now that’s an idea I can get behind. And we’ve got two babysitters living here, too.” He grabbed the front of his pants. “Let’s get to it.”
“Ha! In your dreams. I’m not getting pregnant again. Two was enough.” But the tick-tick-tick of my biological clock got louder, as if agreeing with the suggestion that I simply have the baby.
My libido seemed to agree as I suddenly wanted sex. A wave of arousal washed over me, hardening my nipples and making my pussy tingle. But the object of my desire wasn’t my husband.
No, my gaze landed on Spencer, my son, my babyboy. Not without cause either. I’d had him already. Although, he didn’t know that because he’d been under hypnosis at the time.
Putting my psychology degree to bad use, I’d combined subliminal messages, repetition, and good old fashioned swinging a coin in front of Spencer’s eyes to make him obey me. And then I’d crossed the line by sucking his beautiful cock before riding it. Not just once either.
In the five months since Spencer’s eighteenth birthday, we’d had sex at least three times a week. My pussy was very familiar with everything his cock could do for me, which now included giving me a baby.
But I didn’t want to be pregnant again!
That was why I’d always put a condom on Spencer. And it made cleanup easier. That simple barrier had also given me the ability to rationalize away fucking my son. A condom between us meant it wasn’t really sex, just an internal massage we both enjoyed to relieve stress. Mostly mine.
Taking away that condom, allowing my son to come inside me, fill me with his hot seed…
My pussy throbbed, telling me that was exactly what I wanted.
But pregnancy!
I seriously did not want to get pregnant again. It was Gina’s turn.
Wait.
It was Gina’s turn. She was the next generation. She needed to be the one getting pregnant. Not having a boyfriend or the inclination didn’t impede my plans in the least.
I smiled as I picked up my phone and pushed a hypnotic video to the TV.
“What the hell?!”
“Hey!
“Oh, come on!”
I ignored the irate outcries of my family and said in a sweet voice, “Just watch. It’ll only take a minute. And it’s not like we weren’t watching the show through streaming, anyway. Just relax and look at this video I found.”
Though huffy and visibly annoyed, my family settled and watched the video I’d made.
Spencer fell under the hypnotic influence first, being more susceptible because of our previous encounters.
My husband and Gina took the full length of the video before they relaxed and stared ahead dazedly, awaiting my
