Mind-Controlled Blowjob Bliss Chapter 1: Blown

Mind-Controlled Blowjob Bliss

Chapter One: Blown by His Mom and Sisters

A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

The Figure puts the last touches on its next creation. Its next way to have fun. A belt. Brown leather. A silver buckle with the words “Suck” on it. A simple concept. The Figure is thrilled by this. It knows just where to place it.

Slipping through the mist into a mortal world, it slips into a department store. No one “notices” the figure. They see it, but their eyes slid over it like it is the most unimportant thing in the world. The figure passes a display with novelty belts that have their own brash, funny, or trite phrase on the buckle and slips his on onto the hook.

The figure is gone before Neil comes along and sees it. The word, suck, lights up the youth imagination. His horny mind pictures the girls from his school sucking on his dick. With his cock throbbing and lust out of control, he buys it.

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I couldn’t believe I bought this.

I slid the brown, leather belt through my jeans’ loops. Yesterday, it had made my horny mind come alive. I had been so excited by the idea I couldn’t help but buy it, though the cashier seemed to have forgotten to ring me up for it.

“Come on, Neil,” my mother called through my bedroom door. “It’s breakfast.”

“God, Mom’s going to kill me,” I muttered as I kept thrusting the belt through my loops. It slid through the denim as I wrapped it around my waist. I buckled it on, the world “suck” written in letters that flowed from one to the next. “The fuck was I thinking.”

I wasn’t.

I cinched it tight, my cock swelling hard. Of course. Those ideas of getting blowjobs from the girls at my school were filling my mind. For the last few years, it seemed like I was hard all the time. I wanted to jerk one off, but Mom was calling for breakfast. I shoved my shirt down to try and cover it and swallowed.

Why did I buy this? It was so dumb. I should take it off.

“Neil!” my mom called again.

A fist hit my door. “Come on, slug,” my older sister shouted. “Listen to Mom.”

She was a weird one to say that. She did everything to piss off Mom these days and yet if I tried to defy Mom, Shelly would be all over me. She had dyed her hair blue and cut it short, and even got herself a tongue-stud. She was twenty-one and did what she wanted.

“I’m coming,” I muttered, gritting my teeth. I hated it when she called my slug. I wasn’t something oozing around in here.

Just because she had spotted some cum stains…

I opened the door and headed downstairs, shoving down my shirt to stay over my belt buckle and that word. What would Mom think? The girls at school? I swallowed, my sock-clad feet whisking over the carpet.

“I’m going to get to play the solo,” my younger sister, Lisa, was saying. She was an excited girl. “Me, me!”

“I know, dear,” Mom said with patience. “See, all that practice played off.”

“Yeah, blowing on a trumpet is great practice,” said Shelly. “When are you going to start playing the skin flute?”

“What?” Lisa asked while my dick throbbed. I didn’t want to think of my little sister doing that.

“Shelly, don’t say stuff like that to your sister,” Mom admonished.

“What’s a skin flute,” Lisa objected.

“When you’re older,” Shelly said. “Slug, get your ass down here! You’re going to make us late for school. It’s breakfast.”

“Don’t call your brother slug,” Mom said with patience.

“I am too old enough to know,” Lisa whined at the same time. “I’m eighteen. I’m in college now! I have a solo! What is a skin flute?”

“She’s just teasing you,” Mom said. “Neil, honey, come on.”

“I’m cumming,” I said, my dick fully hard and needing adjusting. I fixed that and hoped no one would see my bulge. Especially not Shelly. All I needed was, “The slug’s looking active. Watch out, or he’ll slime you, Lisa.”

Like I would do anything with my little sister. That was gross. Now Tracy the cheerleader or Mrs. Jun the hot Korean teacher or Veronica or Linda or Carla or Lacy, who was Tracy’s twin sister, would be a different matter. Even Mrs. Daniels across the street would be awesome or Mrs. Travers, my friend’s mom. Those beauties all floated through my mind as I drifted into the kitchen/dining area. The table was right by the kitchen and flowed into the living room with no real break.

“There you are,” Mom said, smiling at me. “Good, we might be late, but we’ll get our breakfast.”

“Yep,” I said as I headed to the table and… Mom moved up before me. “Uh…”

She fell to her knees before me.

“Uhhhh…?” groaned from my mouth.

Mom, humming like she was cleaning, grabbed my belt buckle. I gaped at her as she didn’t comment at all about the word and just undid it. I stood there so stunned that I didn’t know what to do as she uncinched my belt and then popped the fastener of my jeans. My zipper rasped down, my blue boxers peeking out.

“Uhhhhhhhhh?” I still couldn’t find the words. What was she doing?

“Oh, no fair,” Lisa said as she darted to the table with a plate covered in scrambled eggs and bacon. Her light-brown hair was gathered in pigtails, her blue eyes bright. She was a petite girl in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, still looking too young to be going to my college. “I wanted to suck him off first. No fair! I’m next.”

“What!” Shelly said as she followed Lisa to the table. “I’m next!” Her short, blue hair swayed about her lush face. She wore a crop top that showed off her cleavage and her jeans were skin-tight and rode low, a red thong peeking out.

“I called it!” Lisa said.

“Your sister called it,” Mom said and then pulled out my cock. “Oh, Neil, just what your mommy needs.”

“What?” I finally spluttered as she pulled my hard cock to her lips and…

Kissed the tip.

A shiver of heat ran down my cock. I gasped and stared down at my mother. Her blue eyes stared up at me with motherly warmth, her black hair spilling about her face and falling down to her shoulders. She wore a lilac house robe. Her hand gripped my cock. She stroked it as she smooched over the crown of my dick.

My mom was kissing my cock.

Her tongue flicked over the crown.

My mind short-circuited. This couldn’t be happening. It was my mom. A girl—a woman—was finally touching my dick, and it was my mom? My brain tripped over the thought. I didn’t know what to do while my sisters just watched on with excitement, looking eager as they ate their breakfast.

I must be dreaming. That had to be. This was a wet dream and…

“Fuck!” I gasped.

Mom’s lips had slid over the crown of my cock. The warm heaven of her mouth surrounded my dick. It was so unlike masturbation. Her tongue danced around it. I gasped, my hands balling into fists as she suckled on my dick. My heartbeat rapidly, carrying the pleasure of this moment through my body.

Mom nursed. Suckled. Moaned. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock as she blew me. Her eyes stared up at me with such blue warmth. She still hummed, which just made her sucking even more intense. I finally got why this was called a hummer.

“Mom?” I gasped. “You’re sucking my dick.”

She just winked an eye at me and bobbed her head. I gasped as the blowjob grew even more amazing. Her lips slid down my shaft, the crown brushing the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Then she slid back up, the suction becoming incredible. Her cheeks hollowed. My balls twitched, aching with a load of cum.

“You’re sucking my cock!” I gasped.

“I get to suck it next!” Lisa said excitedly. “I called it, Neil!”

“I should get it next,” muttered Shelly. “I want to suck down all that slime. God, I bet your cum is just the best, Neil. I can’t wait to try it.”

Lisa nodded. “What’s playing the skin flute?”

“Watch Mom. She’s doing a great job.” Shelly smiled at me. “Right, slug?”

“I… She…” I stared at my older sister. Her tongue flicked over her lips, her silver stud flashing. “Has everyone gone insane?”

“I just want to suck your dick,” Lisa moaned, squirming. “I really, really, really want to suck it. It’ll be amazing.”

“Yes,” Shelly moaned.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. It had to be a dream, but they never felt this good. I shuddered, the pressure in my balls was rising. I wanted to last longer—even if it was my mother sucking me off—but this was just too intense.

Mom’s lips slid up and down my cock as she sucked and hummed. The ache at the tip of my cock swelled so fast. My hands balled up into fists. I groaned, my face scrunching up. This was intense. My mom was blowing me.

My fucking mother.

“Shit!” I gasped.

Came.

I fired my jizz into my mother’s mouth. Just spurt after spurt of my cum into her maw. I groaned as the pleasure rushed out of me. I fired blast after blast of my spunk into her mouth. The rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. An intense shudder swept through me. My heart beat fast. I sucked in deep breaths, blinking eyes.

“Oh, my god, Mom!” I groaned as she swallowed what spurted out of me. She gulped it down, humming louder. Her blue eyes glowed with delight. My toes curled and my ass clenched. I erupted a final time. “Fuck.”

Mom moaned in delight and then slid her mouth off. Drool and some of my cum spilled down her chin. “Oh, that was wonderful, Neil. I needed that. Mmm, you have such great cum. Better than your father’s.”

“Eww, gross,” Lisa said. “Don’t talk about Daddy’s cum.”

“Great jizz, huh?” said Shelly, her eyes bright. “Well, I’ll just—”

“NOOOOOO!” Lisa bounded to her feet and darted over, her pigtails flying. “I’m next. I called it.”

“Yes, you did,” Mom said as she rose.

“Well, hurry up,” Shelly said. “I really, really need to suck his cock.”

Mom rose, adjusting her house robe. She patted her black hair and hummed as she turned from the table. Lisa took her place, kneeling before me, a bright smile on her lips. She grasped my cock with both hands and…

I was still hard. I hadn’t gone soft.

“Oh, Neil, you have such a cute cock,” cooed Lisa. “I’ve never seen one in real life. Ooh, you’re leaking something. Precum?” She licked the slit of my cock. “Yum!” She licked again.

I groaned as the pleasure of my little sister licking my dick flowed down my cock. This shouldn’t be happening. Mom and my sisters shouldn’t be the girls sucking my dick, and yet it felt so amazing it was hard to care.

Lisa bathed the crown on my dick with fluttering kisses.