From news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Wed Dec 20 22:56:08 1995 Message-ID: <202303Z18121995@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.ICSI.Net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an411379@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 18 Dec 1995 20:14:10 UTC Subject: FZ Story - HypnoSister 01 [F/M, hyp, femdom, xtras] Lines: 684 This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by, minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination. HypnoSister - An Erotic Story by FranZAM, c.1995. All rights reserved. Attention, Reader, You may enjoy the story more if you changed the names to your own! Try it! SATURDAY AT BREAKFAST "Hi, gorgeous!" I crooned to Alicia, that fateful Saturday back about ten years ago. "Your Royal Cornflakes are in your Royal Bowl, so sit your Royal..." I stopped and leered at her. "... your Royal Heinies down! (Pretty good one, huh? huh? good, huh?)" Allie just sighed quietly. "Any coffee?" was her only rejoinder. I'd heard a lot of those sighs. It was a pretty common reaction to me around our house. Mom did it a lot, when she'd get troubled at a sucky school confession from me. From Allie it seemed to say, "Don't you have school, or homework, or a ball game, or SOMETHING to do?" But today was Saturday, Mom was gone for the weekend to visit a sick relative (she'd been divorced for years), and the house belonged to me. To me, and to my older sister. I didn't think we'd be hanging around together much. Alicia had five years over my seventeen, and we had little in common. She had been a quiet, studious daughter, as mom took the pains to tell me over and over. I was very much the "slick" item around high school, you know, the many necking dates (and more!), the buff stud with the jalopy, and the attitude... you know the type. For a sister whose VERY nice figure had provided me with countless wet-dreams just a few years ago, I never saw her with a boyfriend, or talked with her much about her life since she'd been working. She'd gained a bunch of weight over the last couple years away from home. It was mostly in all the right places, though! Her sweaters looked filled to capacity and then some! Her training for dental clinician was over, and she had been on the job for more than a year, about 600 miles away, with an apartment, a roommate and... no boyfriends? I had asked her about this her first evening back home, after she'd dumped her stuff in her old room, now a guest bedroom. "So, ahhh, what's happenin' in the romance department?" I'd ventured. "Got a boyyyyfriennndddd?" Her brown eyes had flashed in my direction. "I've got some friends, yes," she'd answered, with a little bite in her low voice. Have I mentioned her voice? It was one of her best features, it sounded rich and low; back when she'd lived with us, I'd listen as she hum around doing chores or homework, or gabbin' on the phone, and my little teenage wiener would change into a large teenage wanker in my pants, needing some right- handed attention like, immediately! She figured in some pretty hot fantasies, even while I was puttin' the wood to some chick at school! "So, you never talk about 'em at home," I'd badgered her further that first evening. "Are they studly, like little brother?" and I did my "Beefcakes of 1987" poses for her. She'd laughed at my flexing, pumping display. "You know, Little David," she'd said, irritating me with Mom's old nickname for me, "you ARE truly the Cock of the Walk around here, aren't you?" She'd given me a bit of her Older Sister Taunting Grin, that had always pissed me off. "Hey, I like your choice of words!" I'd answered, showing her some sculpted biceps. "Except for the 'Little" part," I'd added, with a BMOC leer. "Yep, Davey's doing all right for himself!" "Mom's not too unhappy with your grades..." (I'd been instantly irritated that the two females would find it so easy to dissect my life in that superior, 'I'm older' kind of way.) "And you're the real Ladies' Man, hmmm?" she'd mused... she'd earnestly studied my bod' in a way that I found brought Mr. Meat to rapid attention later that night! "Well, Little David," she continued, "I know some ladies myself... or rather I should say, I've met some WOMEN..." and she'd shaken her head, as if her brother were just another dead armadillo along the highway of Life, "...some WOMEN who might give you a different view of your place in the world!" "Yeah, tell me about 'em, c'mon, c'mon, hubbahubbabhubba!" I'd panted at her, making Googly eyes. I really was a fairly good-sized jerk back then, I guess. But some kids just let themselves get dragged by their dick through their teens, and I was happy to be dragged! I am, shall we say, "physically favored," and I'd lifted (and dropped) more than a few panting cheerleader types over the last two years. I'd seen another gleam in her eye that night. "Maybe I will, Little David..." she'd mused "Or maybe you're too much even for them..." Well, she'd gone around with Mom a lot the past couple days. I was of course in school, so I'd see her only in the evenings. I wasn't a complete dork, and I wanted to get to college (more pussy!), so I pushed the pencils around pretty much on school nights. But now, miraculously, there were no heavy weekend assignments, just a band practice this afternoon, and a date with one of my Hot Potatoes in the evening. Of course, Mom had probably filled Miss Alicia in on my whole teen-hood... a major mind-fuck for one who regarded himself as highly as I did back then. Allie sipped her coffee and munched her toast. Her big, dark eyes studied me over her cup. "That's all you eat?" I started in on her. Something about her calm assurance had rubbed me throughout our childhood, I always was more volatile and imaginative in play. "Those extra pounds come from something... ummm, do you put away snacks late at night? Hmmm? When noooobody can seeee?" Even I had some sense of decency, and, as the words came out, my brain said, "Yo, man, lock up! She's only your sister! She's looking mad... or sad... or... or, what IS that look?" The look went on, just long enough to make me even more uncertain. It didn't shift at all. Wait, was she even looking at me? Or through me? All these thoughts took in only a few seconds of course. Then, her reply snapped my own eyes wide for an unprepared instant. "I've really only gained a couple of inches," she murmured, watching me. "One and a half on my hips, annnnd..." putting her cup down and cupping her tits under her bathrobe "... two inches right here, Davey... on my breasts." Her reply caught me in more ways than one! I'd been sneaking peeks down her front for the last several years, watching her bosom when I thought she didn't know... Mom's too... in fact, 'Tits "R" Us' could be my motto. More than one girlfriend had packed it in and gone looking for something in a boyfriend a little more "gentlemanly!" But for Allie to just hoist her hooters there in our own kitchen, was... was... weird! I gulped and wrenched my eyes upwards, to see her generous mouth wrinkled up humorously, and a twinkle in those eyes. "If you could only see your eyes now..." she murmured, and she widened her delicate brows up, her lashes lifted, and her whole face turned... turned sort of goofy! "You don't know where to look, do you, Little David? Down here, you know you shouldn't, but they're really nice, aren't they... or up HERE where a gentleman's eyes belong?" I couldn't help myself at all just then, there was too much to think about! First, her tits! Her robe had opened just a bit more as she held her boobs up, and I saw a good bit of her cleavage as she obviously was teasing me with the exposure. Next, her eyes! The lids lifted, and her eyeballs stared at me, whites showing all round her soft brown centers, then she lowered the lids slowly down, till her gaze looked smoldering and sultry, when I just had to look down at her maturity, and whenever I jerked my eyes up again, she gave me that special stare again. And most importantly, my dick. Ahhh, my dick. Mr. Woody didn't care whether it was "seeing" a hot co-ed, its own Mother, Sister, or Indira Ghandi, no! Mr. Woody wanted to be sliding into things. Hands. People. Underwear. Mud. Well, he now had plenty to keep himself stiff about! But I was still reacting to this... this... it was like incest, wasn't it? A Sister shouldn't be doing this, and Allie was my Big Sister! "Reallll funny," was all that came limply out of my mouth. It was the only limp thing in the room, I'll bet. I wouldn't have stood up then for anything. "Don't know exactly where to look, hmmm?" she smiled, but her voice and her face weren't mocking or condescending, just calm, but a bit entertained by the whole scene. She'd got the jump on me, that's for sure. "I've got the jump on Mr. Big David now," she said, reading my mind! My startled eyes met hers again. "You'd like to look down at my breasts, I know... girls know all that stuff, Davey... but you don't want to do anything... improper, hmmm?" The kitchen was now very warm indeed. Warm from the sunshine, warm from the toaster and coffeepot on the stove, warmest of all from the blood pounding through my face and ears! Allie just sat there watching me. Her eyes lowered again, and my attention was again free to look at her endowments. Her robe had opened down to below where I could see it, but her hands still held its lapels over most of her flesh. "I have something to say about that, I'm sure!" she challenged, but in such a soft, smooth voice, not like a dare, but like a... like a tease! Was she COMING ON to her brother? Her hands lifted the tits through the fabric, like they were a push-up brassiere. I saw her shoulders move back just slightly, letting more daylight in there... in between those soft, soft titties... "Keep your eyes up here, young man!" came her firm command. I wrenched my gaze upward again. Her stare was so direct, in another guy it would have been some sort of challenge, but she... she was a girl... you're a girl, I thought... What does she want me to do? "I am a woman now, Davey..." she said gently. "A woman likes her men to act like gentlemen." Her brows lifted, and her deep, woman's eyes held mine. "A gentleman won't look away, Davey, a true gentleman, the kind that women love, the kind they really want, David... those gentlemen would keep their eyes where they belong, until the time is ripe." I couldn't speak. What did she mean, "time is ripe?" Ripe for... what... another flush heated my face, I'm sure I looked like a slack-jawed dunce sitting across the breakfast table from... from... "The time would be right for you to look, unless I asked you not to, or unless I signalled you with my own eyes, see? See how my eyes are widening, just a bit? A woman signals her men with her eyes. Watch mine, you'll learn something. Something ripe. Something you need." What was this? I thought, but not quite in words. I was confused, She's telling me to look for signals, and her tits are right there, maybe I'll get... I'd get to... pay attention, dork! she's telling you something! "So, David, please just keep your eyes right here while we talk, all right? Later I may let you see just a bit more of my breasts. I won't be able to continue if I see those eyes move. No, not the least bit, sir, I can see if you look away... don't you think we know, David? don't you think every girl knows, every woman KNOWS?" Up came her brows again, her stare widening, then relaxing. They were so steady on mine, that it was easier not to look down, not to look away. I watched the eyes, wondering what she was seeing, wondering if she knew about my horny dick right down there below the table, I might just watch her... and move... my... hand... down to my lap... Her voice brought my movement to a halt. Her face leaned closer across the table, her lids lifted open wide, I felt my own open up a little in response. "David, you must not move even a little part, not one arm, or foot, or hand, or eye, while I'm speaking to a gentleman... you are behaving quite nicely sir, I'm sure I can speak about some very intimate things with such a gentleman for a brother." Her lids dropped down a bit again. I felt my face relax again, and I held my hand still. "Yes, I feel more comfortable and relaxed now, sir," she murmured. "Comfortable, as long as you can see my eyes, we're comfortable and we can have a nice, relaxing talk. We can talk about whatever we wish, because our eyes are safe." Her lids lifted. I felt mine respond. "That's right, we communicate just with eyes, David, your eyes tell me more than you know, I've learned to read eyes very well. A woman can relax when she can read eyes, then she knows about gentlemen. That's right, feel yours get wide when mine do? Feel it, and you'll feel now it's VERY important to communicate. Listen to me very closely now, Davey. Listen and look." Her voice had taken on a sort of comforting, droning gentle murmur. I was enjoying this private, intimate time with Big Sister. I'd learn stuff. Stuff about women. Secrets. She'd tell me about secrets, and why women were stronger than I thought. Strength I could use. Strength she could use.The kitchen was warm. Her eyes looked warm. The voice was warm. She was talking about warmth, wasn't she? What was she saying? She was not a sister suddenly. Just a warm woman, a strong woman with eyes so steady... warm, steady eyes... "...warm...." I saw her head nod just a bit. "I like it warm in the morning. It's comfortable, Davey., because I'm pretty good at relaxing people." Again her nod, and a little lift of the lids. I nodded back. "Yes, you are a well-behaved young gentleman, now that you've relaxed. We feel our warm, deep eyes. Deep eyes, so deep, I like to just look into deep deep eyes. That's a part of my job, you didn't know that, did you? No, but I'll tell you that you gentlemen like to come to our office, because you know I can help you relax. It's a little like hypnotism, you know that deep, deep hypnotism stuff. You know, where I ask you to look at something, and relax every part of your body, and in a minute you're all comfortable and warm. All of you tell me that I help you feel really comfortable and warm. That if all of you slip into a kind of dream, that I will watch over you and guide you, that you can look really deeply into my eyes. That things kind of slip away, that my voice sounds deep and warm, very deep and warm. All of you young gentleman can look really deeply into my eyes. You can. You can look. Look very deeply right into my eyes. Look deeply right into my eyes now. Look very deeply into my eyes now. Looking into my eyes. Looking at the eyes..." Her deep brown eyes were so gentle, and then their gaze was keen, I felt she was seeing right through my head, but no, the lids were sagging a bit, my eyes were sagging too, her eyes looked so heavy, just like a child when it's time for a nice warm nap, and mommy watches little Davey getting sleepy. Her voice is humming a lullaby to little Davey. Her voice tells Davey how sleepy baby is. His eyes feel so heavy... "Your eyes are so heavy, little Davey, your eyes can barely look deep up into mine now, you don't have to hold your eyes open, let my voice guide them down, deeper into Davey's nap time now, hypnotismmmhmmm... hypnotismmmmhmmm is a lullaby, a lulling lullaby to lull you deep asleep... is baby getting ready to fall deep asleep now, hmmm... hmmm... I'll guide you and watch you and make you all safe and sleepy. My voice is causing your eyes to drop down. Droop-ing, droop-ing and drows-ing, drooping down, drowsing down. Down they come, so deeply now, down come your heavy eyes, as I am putting you to sleep now. I am putting you deeply asleep now Davey... you can go on dreaming of my eyes as you drop off to a deep sleep right now..." I had found it impossible to hold my eyes open. They had closed. I couldn't even think of opening them. I heard some more lullaby song humming through my head, but I had to sleep now. I wanted to put my head right down and have a nap. Little Davey was going to sleep. Keep singing, keep humming, I can still dream about your eyes... your eyesss... ahhhh. I'm going off to a nice safe nap now. Nighty-night... Deep, soft, blank. Deep, soft sleep. My mind is asleep. You have put me to sleep, Allie. You have made me go deep asleep. My eyes are too heavy to open. My arms are too heavy to lift. I don't want to hear anything at all except your voice. I can't hear anything at all but your voice. You are a hypnotist. You are hypnotizing me. I feel my mind becoming more and more hypnotized every second. I feel you are in control of me... "...I feel you are in control of my mind..." Is this a dream? It is a deep, hypnotic dream. I think I am speaking. Am I speaking? YOU are speaking. "You are deep in my hypnotic power now." "I am deep in your hypnotic power now..." An echo. Two voices, deep asleep. YOU speak, the other voice answers. That's the way it must be. Always. "...I am gentleman, and I am deeply asleep now. Yes. I want you to put me deep into your power. I want it so badly! So much, more than anything. To be in your power. Yes" YOUR voice is the only real thing now. It is telling me to hold out my hand. To stand and walk. I think I can do that, I'm so sleepy... "YOU CAN STAND AND WALK." Of course I can, I can feel myself, or someone, walking, walking, walking around and around. Now I'm going down down down deep into a deep stairway. Every step makes me feel more relaxed. Every step puts YOU in deeper control of me. All I can hear is a sigh: "...Yesss..." I want only to hear you and obey. I want only to hear your hypnotic voice. I'm ready to let my heavy hand drop again... "IT FLOATS IN THE AIR" ...But it is floating up there somewhere, forget about it and go deeper now. Yes the other hand too. Up it bobs, it's kind of funny, I didn't want it to come up. No, get down, you naughty arms! Get down! "TRY TO LOWER THE NAUGHTY LITTLE ARMS" But they just bob happily up in the light dreamy air. They just float right there in front of me! It makes me feel like a little baby, giggle. Giggle at the silly little arms floating up there! Laugh, baby, laugh! Heeheehehehe! Oh yes, Davey's a nice little baby! Oh but now is it time to eat? Yes, Little Baby Davey is fussing jussst a little bit, he wants Mommy to feed him and put him to sleep. Feed baby! FEED BABY! "HUSH, DARLING. LIE ON MOMMY'S LAP. RELAX HERE ON MOMMY'S LAP" Mommy's lap is allll warm and deep. I smell Mommy, I smell her rich, deep mommy-smells. Something soft. It's my food. Food. Here it is. It's soft, and warm, brushing baby's mouth, pull it right in and get my food now. MMM. MMM. Feel warm food gooshing into mouth. Coo. Coooo. More and more warm milk. More and more. Warm and wet. Wet. Wet. Too sleepy. Wet. Baby going to wet himself. Wet, warm baby. Baby all wet from his little weewee? Weewee? Weeeee, fun to splasshh warm wet all over baby, suck. Suck.... "SUCK MOMMY AND WET YOURSELF. LET YOUR WEEWEE SQUIRT OUT. HOT. WET. WEEWEE." Goosh! comes the milk! Goosh! goes the weewee! Mil-kee- wee-wee-milk-ee-wee-wee-sleep-y-Dav-ey-Sleep-y-Dav-ey. "SLEEP, DAVEY." * * * * * Part Two Ugh. Something smells. Smells like piss. Jesus, I'm damp! I've fuckin' wet the bed.. the... I'm on the floor? My head is on a pillow on the fuckin' floor? Party! No, what the... These represent some of my very confused reactions when I came to my senses. My groin was definitely damp. Cold and smelly. I squished myself up off the floor... the FLOOR?... and found my entire front soaked in piss. My pajama bottoms, my underwear. My shirt! I still had no clear idea of where I was, or what time it was. Look up, stupid! O.K., its daytime. Is anybody around? Hush. T.V. playing downstairs... yeah, I'm at home, thank god, maybe nobody will know... I ran to the pantry, shedding sodden clothes as I went. Into the machine. Oh shit, is that "DIAPER RASH?" Ohshit, ohshit! I'm not drunk, nope, I feel dizzy a bit, but not THAT kind of dizzy. Shower. Ahhh. Fresh dry clothes. AAAHHHH. Who's here? I eased myself downstairs, into the rec room, someone's sitting there, it's Allie. "Mom?" Why did I say that? "Allie?" The figure on the sofa turned. It was my big Sister, her eyes were soft and warm. I was looking at them. They made me feel so good! I felt myself smiling, I walked forward a couple steps, I had to stop then because... I had to wait for something... what was wrong with my brain? I wanted to bop myself on the head, but my arms just hung there! Just... hung down there. Down and down they hung. Deeper. Pulling me down. Deeper. Plop. I felt my head bending down. Down to look at my belly, except my eyes were shut. Everything feels like it's being pulled down! And then... how can I describe it? Like an angel, like the softest, strongest angel in the world, the voice came. "Who am I, David?" "You're my big... Mommy... Mommy?" "I'm your sister Alicia, David, remember?" 'Oh, yeah, my, ummm..." "Your Big Strong Sister." "Big Strong Sister." Those words rang inside me like a bell. Each bell stroke pulling me deeper into... into... onto the floor. I had to be on the floor. I had to be on my hands and knees. Ahh, good! I had knelt down. Good, my head can hang down as heavy as it has to. Dangling down from my shoulders down onto the floor... "You may rise. Stand now David." Ummmm! Why did I feel so happy? Happy to hear Allie's voice. Allie, my Big Strong Sister...woops, felt myself beginning to kneel again, she said to stand up. Up. Good. "Very good, David," came the voice from everywhere. "I think you've turned yourself into a very proper gentleman. Yes, you're a nice straight gentleman, and do you know what has been happening to you?" Nope. No idea. Not one idea, nope. My head was just able to shake sideways. "I have been hypnotizing you, little brother." I nodded. "Doesn't that seem a bit strange, David? Did you want me to hypnotize you this morning? Did you know that I'd be able to have you... do things?" Uh, yes. Uh, no. Uh, no, or yes, uhh... "I've learned an awful lot about hypnotism, David, and I've used some simple techniques to bring you under hypnotic control." Mmm-hmmm. "You've turned into quite a strong young man in the last couple years, oh, all right, you may open your eyes for a while..." There she stands in front of me. My Sister. Unbelievably magnetic. My mind chewed on that idea. She's magnetic. I don't want to look away. Good, she wants to look at me, too. There was no TV to bother me, that sound had vanished, there was no picture on the screen right behind her, there was nothing to see. Nothing to do but... "Concentrating very well. You've really been very easy to hypnotize, little brother. Do you remember Mommy Time? Mommy Time, Davey... look here, look right here!" Her hands were pulling her robe right off her shoulders! Her tits were swinging there, heavy and soft, full of... full of sweet milk for her little Davey! Mmmm, I felt all hungry. Her finger pointed at one big fat nipple, and circled it. I licked my lips, it looked as big and delicious as a big sweet soft candy! "Mmmm, do you like to look right here at my breasts, do you?" Her finger pulling my eyes along, bumping over her other breast, touching her big sweet nipple, pulling it out towards my puckering lips, my lips that ached to pull and milk my Mommy. "Yes, Mom... uhh, Allie," I heard distantly. "I like to see your heavy heavy breasts." "Can you stop looking at them, Davey?" Bump, her finger bumped over a plump, plump nipple. My eyes followed it round and round the breast, faster it spun around around. "Try to stop your eyes from looking at Allie's bosom, Davey." My mouth was all dry, my eyes glomming all they could possibly glom, look at those yummy things! There was too much to see! I just HAD to try to see all the big boobies and all the big plump nipples all at once. "Do you wish you could move closer and touch my big soft bosom, Davey? Wish realll hard now! Try to reach them, little brother!" Up came my arms as if they were on strings, I could... just... almost... hold and squeeze the darling bosoms if I... could... just... stop and think WHY I couldn't stop... whirling. Was I whirling? My eyes were sleepy, but I HAD to try to climb up on those beautiful breasts... "Of course, David," came her calm, rather matter-of- fact voice in the midst of my whirling, confused gaping attempts to lean forward and grasp her, "of course with each effort your mind is realizing that it has given up control to ME. You have been my best hypnotic subject yet, David!" I smiled, happy. I was the best! "I know about male reaction, dear sir," she continued, "and women like to know they have an effect on men. Even gentlemen like to look at breasts. They learn when they're very young. Yes, every gentleman was once a little tiny baby, we know that. We watched mommy feed her baby from her breasts. That's what breasts are for, for the little gentlemen to take their nourishment. They learn their mommy's smell, they feel her soft flesh enter their hungry mouths... "You may lower your arms now, dropping like stones..." CLUNK they fell straight down to my sides. "Just go deeply into my..." her palms lifted her mounds once again, ravishing my sight with their lusciousness. "What do you call them, David?" Tits. Your tits. "Your ahhh... your ti..." "My tits, David?" Her palms smoothed the curves, smoothed and primped her tits. "My titties? Are you staring now at your sister's big, soft titties?" "Oh, yeahhhh..." "Very profound answer, Little Davey. What would you like to do to my heavy, soft titties, David?" My answer came from the heart, I promise! "I'd like to suck your titties." "Of COURSE you would. You will now learn something about your love for TITS, David." I swayed backwards, but her upthrust nipples still held my imagination captive. I want to suck them, suck them, suck them... "Big Sister watched Baby Davey! Mom loved her little man, oh yes! Mommy liked to feel Davey's hungry lips on her big, heavy milk bags! Oh, I see a lump there, Mr. GENTLEMAN. Pull down your pants!" My hands fumbled blindly for my belt and zipper. Flop. Pop. The air felt cold and embarrassing as my sister looked down at something she hadn't seen in several years. Her voice hesitated as she took it all in. "Yes, David," she said, more quietly. "Mommy let you suck her titties until you were almost three years old. Do you remember? Do you remember her telling baby not to bite with his teeth? 'Don't bite Mommy!' she'd say, but she didn't stop, didn't pull you away, no! "I remember! I remember watching from the hallway after Dad had gone. You'd look up at her eyes and she'd croon to you and push her big fat nipple in. She'd wriggle it around, over your lips, it was a game, she giggled while you lapped at her tits like a starving dog, then you'd get it and pull it WAY into your mouth. That's right, and she'd whisper, but I heard her. She'd whisper 'Suck mommy's big heavy tits now... suck me, suck me,' and she'd squirm all round on her rocker. "And her hand would be holding you under your little butt, Davey," my sister continued, her hands now gesticulating in the air, as I rocked back and forward with some sort of delicious buried remembrance now, my head nodding, those tits were so close! So close! "Hold your little butt, Davey, reach behind you, your little hands are just stuck! they're stuck on your bottom like glue! hold it tight..." The breasts were coming closer, but I couldn't move! Move! Grab them, squeeze them, suck on them! ... Nothing. My hands pulled inwards, pulling against my glutes. They felt round and firm, like... like her... "Mommy's nice hand, where did it go, hmmm?" whispered the irresistible voice. "Where does Mommy sliiide her soft hand while you are sucking her tits?" (CONTINUED IN PARTS 02 & 03) --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi