*** This is a story of a son studying Psychology in college, who wonders if he can use any of his new found knowledge to make his fantasies about his mother become real. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts on the story and my writing. ***

Is it gaslighting, to condition someone to do a thing that they secretly want to do already? I had learned about gaslighting in one of my Psychology classes, and I have been way too interested lately in how I could abuse this knowledge. When studying about this concept, I must admit that the first thought I had was, how can I use this to realize my fantasies about the woman of my dreams. That woman, who has dominated my dreams for so many years. That woman, who is so close, but so far out of reach. That woman who teases me with every rise and fall of her impressive chest as she breathes. That woman who I want to push face first onto the kitchen counter and fuck, as she tries to make dinner for my father and me. Yes, that woman is my mother.

For those that are unfamiliar with the concept of gaslighting, it is a process that some people use to mentally and physically manipulate another person, in order to condition that person to think or do something. Many times, this is the underlying cause of women entering into and staying in abusive relationships. The abuser conditions the woman to believe that she is unworthy of love and/or inferior in ways that make her dependent on the abusive man. Some also believe that this is the underlying cause of many Dominant-submissive relationships, in which the Dominant conditions and reinforces the submissive’s need to serve the Dominant. Gaslighting can also be used in more conventional relationships, such as when a man conditions his wife to give him blow jobs, when she is not inclined to or when a woman encourages her man to do unpleasant household chores, with the promise of sexual rewards.

However, most argue that the later examples are merely the normal give and take of rewards and punishments, that couples use in relationships. True gaslighting is more nefarious and treacherous. Most times the one doing the gaslighting, understands that the conditioned behavior is not in the victim’s best interest, but conditions them to do it anyway. It is a selfish betrayal of trust, but it can also be a power emotional drug for those who are able to mentally manipulate weaker willed individuals. When paired with sexual gratification, this emotion high can be very addictive, and drive the “gaslighters” to attempt manipulations of more challenging victims.

I should be ashamed to admit that I am one of those manipulative bastards, who prey on weaker minded and weaker willed individuals, but I am not. In fact, I feel that it is a form of mental Darwinism. It is the natural order for the weaker minded and weaker willed people to conform to the wishes and desires of the more intelligent and stronger willed people. Even before I knew what gaslightling was, I habitually had smart, but socially awkward students doing my assignments. I also instinctively knew how to subtly reinforce a girl’s weak self-esteem, to get her to perform a sexual act, that she was not predisposed to perform.

You would be surprised at what some girls will do, to take a guy’s attention away from the butt that she feels is too big, tits that are too small, or eyes that she feels are too far apart. I once convinced a girl to let me fuck her ass, by getting her to believe that the act would tighten up the muscles in her butt and make them look less flaccid. Yes, I said flaccid, and the word alone, made her already critical view of her butt, exponentially worse. That stupid bitch was so concerned about her damn ass, that she practically begged me to fuck it several times a week. Her ass felt fucking amazing to fuck, and I would have stayed with her longer, but she had a big fat ass, so I had to dump her, LOL. Of course, when I broke up with her, I told her I couldn’t be with a girl who had such a big, fat ass. Yeah, I know, I am a dick, and I crushed her self-esteem, but to all of the guys after me who exploited her weak self-image, “You’re welcome.”

OK, so we established that I am a manipulative asshole, but I can hear all of the “wanna be mother fuckers” out there asking, “So what does this have to do with your mother?” To this, I say, “I’m glad you asked.”

As I alluded to earlier, I was becoming bored manipulating the easy prey, the slow runners at the back of the pack. I upped my game and had more than my share of cheer leaders and prom queens. You would be surprised at how some really attractive people can still suffer from self-esteem issues. Even this was getting a bit tedious. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fantastic, but I really needed the thrill of the chase, the rush of defeating a worthy opponent. This is the mood that found me thinking a lot more about my first dream girl ... dear old mom.

My mother has always been a hottie. She was the mom that all of the guys talked about, especially my friends. I am not one of those guys who says he got uncomfortable when his friends talked about his mom. Those guys are just afraid that people will think that they are freaks, if they acknowledge that their mothers are hot. Of course, these same guys jacked off every night thinking of their moms. I was never ashamed to admit that I lusted after my mom. In fact, I would often be the first to comment about her, and I was not afraid to go into detail describing my many fantasies I had about her, as I masturbated. I guess it’s no mystery why I went into Psychology.

OK, so back to my mom. She is still a hottie, but not in the conventional way. When she was young, she had a gymnast’s body, but with an incredible set of tits. She is very short, so any weight she put on, was really emphasized. As a result, she was a workout fanatic. She didn’t have a job, so her job was to stay in shape for her man. I have to respect the hustle. She definitely understood that her worth in the relationship was directly equated to how attractive she kept herself. Unfortunately, she could not beat age, and as she got older, she started to gain weight around her middle and ass. We are only talking about 15 or 20 pounds, but because she is only five foot tall, the weight had a much more dramatic effect on her than it would on a taller woman. It was no big surprise to me when my father, who often took a second look at tall, thin, athletic girls, cheated on my mother with his tall, thin, athletic secretary.

I guess I am a chip off the old block, because when my mother caught him at it, dad turned it right around and blamed it all on her for letting herself get “so fucking fat”. Yes, he actually said that to her. My bedroom shares a wall with theirs, and I heard every word. My old man was like an emotionally abusive ninja. He called her a cow, repeatedly mentioned her fat ass, and even attacked her tits, which were her pride and joy. When she tried to defend herself saying that she tries hard to stay fit for him, and that he always loved her big tits, he told her, “Yeah, I loved them when they were big and firm, but now they are just big floppy bags, that jiggle around when I get desperate enough to fuck you.” Then he asked her, “Are you even surprised that I turned to another woman ... an attractive one, who has some enough self-respect to keep herself fit?”

When I heard my mother crying through the wall and begging my father to give HER a second chance, I know I should have felt terrible for her and furious with my father. Instead, I sat there on my bed stroking my cock and thinking of my mom’s big, fat, floppy tits jiggling and bouncing around on her chest, as I imagined myself fucking her. I am ashamed to admit, that her crying as I did it, made my orgasm that much stronger when I came. Besides giving me a lot of material for later masturbation sessions, their fight also gave me a lot of material, which I would later use to manipulate her weak self-esteem enough to make my fantasies come true.

All of that material came flooding back, as I started to think about the possibility that I could actually manipulate my mother, like I had so many other weak whores before her. Although they stayed married, I know that their sex life was practically non-existent, except for a few very loud and very aggressive sounding sessions, during which I heard my father saying some VERY hateful things to my mother, while making her perform some pretty humiliating sexual acts. Shared wall, remember. He also kept seeing his secretary, along with at least a few other women, all with my mother’s full knowledge. I actually heard him humiliating my mother by talking about sex with his other women, during those rare sessions that he fucked her.

I stumbled onto another key piece of my plan, when I was home from college for my summer break. My mother was out shopping, and my father was at work. I did my usual exploration of her underwear drawer and opened her laptop to see what I could find. A quick search of her browser history showed me that she is as big a failure at computer security, as she is at marriage. I found some VERY interesting sites that she visits fairly often. I learned a few important things about my mother, in addition to the fact that she has a REALLY bad habit of saving her passwords for all of the sites she is signed up to.

First, I learned that she is in desperate need of cock. From some of her DMs on a couple of the sites, she is very flirtatious with a lot of guys, and she comes off as a VERY desperate whore, who will say anything to them. The second thing I learned about her, is that she also clearly has no intent to follow through on any of her promised sexual acts. In the DMs, every time the guys get excited to take the flirtation to the next level, she disappears. Whenever any of them asked for her to send photos or a phone number, she says she is not comfortable with that and ultimately stops chatting with the guys. From this I determined that she wants to give in to her sexual needs very badly but is afraid of some undefined consequence. As a result, she pulls out before it can get serious. Because these guys are just “online” she has the ability to walk away. What would happen if she was not able to walk away? What if someone made her face her desires? I intend to be that someone.

Using what I discovered from her various chats, I made a plan to contact her directly on her cell phone, using a pay-as-you-go cell phone. Using the throw away phone, I text her, “I am the guy you been chatting with, and I want to take this to the real world.”

Not knowing who I am she texts back, “Who is this?”

I reply, “What do you mean, who is this? Are you one of those teasing cunts that is chatting with a whole bunch of guys at the same time? I thought we had something special,” I really played it up, amping up the guilt I know she will feel when I call her out on being a cyber cock tease.

I can tell that she is feeling really guilty about being called out and replies, “No, not at all. Please don’t think that about me. You are special. We are special.”

Since she didn’t ask again who I am, I know that she is ripe for me to push further. Wanting to increase her fear and anxiety, I make her think that I know a lot more about her, than she wants any of the guys to know about her. Knowing that she is cyber challenged, I text her, “From the site, I backtracked your IP and was able to get your real name, address, and phone number. Now you can’t just disappear on me again.”

The delay in her response, confirms that she is freaking out. Finally, she texts, “I see from your number, that you are a lot closer than I thought you were.”

I really increase the pressure by responding, “That’s right I am close, VERY close. And I intend to make those fantasies come true ... ALL of the fantasies you wrote to me about.” To reinforce my growing control over her, and to get her used to complying with my orders, I text her, “Send me a picture right now. You never showed me what you look like. Send me one right now, so I know that you are worth my time and not some fat pig, just trying to get off dirty chatting online.”

“Now? You don’t want to see me now. I am a wreck.”

I don’t back down and tell her, “Yes. Now. Don’t make me wait. It doesn’t need to be naked, just what you are wearing now.”

This will be the make-or-break moment. Will she, or won’t she? She is taking a long time to respond, and I am just getting ready to press her again, when I get a text from her. I see a picture of her in the red silk blouse that she was wearing when I left the house earlier today. I can just barely see the hem of her black skirt, and I can tell that she intentionally took the picture from the waist up, to accentuate the size of her tits, and to hide her ass. Since she has taken the first step, I pull her closer by asking for more, “Nice. You weren’t lying about your tits. They are fucking huge. I like. But I can’t see all of you. Take one in the mirror, so I can see all of you.”

I know this will be a big test for her because of how sensitive she is about her now ample ass and wider hips. Again, after a long pause, she sends the requested photo. I am sure she took a whole bunch, just to get the perfect one, that shows her directly from the front, without giving away the size of her ass. I immediately respond, “You are fucking hot. I love how short and curvy you are, just how I like my women. Now show me one from the back. Sow me that ass. I hope it is big and spankable. I love a big ass.” Knowing that she will be afraid her potential lover will not like her larger ass, I really play to the opposite. I make her think that she is just what I want, unlike her husband, who clearly wants the opposite.

Cleary, that was the right tactic, because she almost immediately sends a response, with a picture of her craning over her back taking a picture of her ass in the mirror. I encourage her to go further, “Fucking amazing. Such a great ass. Now pull up the skirt so I can see it all. Show me all of that perfect full ass.”

I am already hard from this, but when I get the picture of my mother with her skirt up over her ass, and a red thong strap splitting those two big round cheeks, I am afraid I will cum spontaneously. Since she has come this far already, I push more. “Fucking amazing. You have a perfect ass. I just want to SLAP it. Slap it for me. Spank that sexy ass for me. I want to see a red handprint on that perfect white ass. Slap your ass for me and send me a picture so I can see your handprint on it”

Mom has clearly let herself go with this, because she sends me a picture which I will be jerking off to a lot. In the picture, she is bent over with her butt thrust out and I can clearly see the red handprint on her very pale white ass cheek. It matches so nicely with the red strap of her thong. I want to quickly reinforce her obedience, so I text back, “Good girl. You did very good. You like being my good girl?”

“Yes, I do,” she immediately responds.

To continue establishing her role in our relationship, I text her, “That’s, “Yes Daddy”. My little whore will always call me Daddy. You understand whore?”

Again, she responds without delay, “Yes Daddy. I understand and I will be a good little whore for you Daddy.”

“Good girl. You make Daddy VERY happy. Now take off that top and show Daddy those big tits.”

To my disappointment, there is a long lag again. I am not sure if she is having second thoughts or if she is just trying to get the right shot. The picture of my mother with her full tits thrust up by her red lace bra, answers my question. I actually say “DAMN” out loud, when I see it. Here tits may not be as high and firm as they were when she married my dad, but they are still fucking amazing. My father is an idiot. I think to myself, “I would be fucking these tits all the damn time, if she was my whore.” Then I realize, that if this plays out like I hope, that is exactly what I will be doing.

Before she can get cold feet, I tell her, “DAMN, you got some amazing tits. I love how full and soft they are. I can just imagine my big cock pressed between them. Remember how you told me how much you like a big cock fucking your tits?” She wrote that to several of the guys, so I am sure that she will continue to be confused about who I actually am. I also know that it was something she wrote a lot about, so it is clearly something she fantasizes about a lot. Then I add, “You want to see my big cock wrapped in your big tits? Tell me you want to see it.”

“God yes, Daddy. I want to see your big cock sliding between my big tits.”

I pull my pants off and take a picture of my cock. I make sure that there is nothing in the picture to indicate who I am or where I am. I also use a red bull can, to show her that my cock is in fact quite large. My cock is thicker than the can and longer by a couple of inches. I send it to her, knowing that she is not expecting it. How she reacts, will tell me a lot about how this will proceed.

She immediately responds, “Oh my GOD Daddy. Your cock is big. It is much bigger than you told me. I would love to see your big cock pressed between my tits.”

“Good girl. Where else do you want my big cock?”

“In my pussy Daddy. I want to feel that big thick cock deep inside my pussy. I want to feel you stretch my pussy and pound deep inside me.”

By now, I am jerking my cock fast and hard, thinking about how I am going to fuck her. I take a break to text her, “Good girl. I am going to bend you forward and fuck you HARD from behind. I want to see your big, beautiful ass jiggle and bounce every time my hips SLAP into it. I want to see your big, perfect tits flop and slap against you. I want to grab your hair and YANK your head back, as I tell you that you are MY bitch.”

“Oh God YES Daddy, PLEASE. Take me like an animal. Fuck your little whore hard. Make me YOUR bitch.”

Knowing that I have her in a sexual frenzy, I want to lock her into committing to take the next step. I texted her, “We are going to do this tomorrow. It is a workday and as you wrote to me, your husband will be at work. I will get a hotel room and send you the address and room number. Take a video of yourself masturbating until you cum, right now. Send it to me and acknowledge that you will meet me.”

I wait more than a half hour, and I am sure she is going to ghost me, since she is taking so long. At least I used the time productively and masturbated to the pictures of my mother. Just as I am having a very strong ejaculation, my phone dings, indicating a new text. I am not sure which excites more, the words, “Yes Daddy, I will meet you” or the video of my mother masturbating, as she thought about me fucking her. Well, she didn’t actually know it will be me, but I do. I have to jerk off again watching the video.

I write back, “You are such a good little whore for Daddy. You just made Daddy cum VERY hard. Tell Daddy what you were thinking about just now when you came.”

“Mmmm, I am soooo glad I could make Daddy cum. I was thinking of you standing behind me, SLAPPING my ass, while You fucked me hard and fast. I was thinking about how I haven’t even seen your face, and I don’t even know what you look like, and it made it seem even more dangerous and sexy.”

“I like that idea, my nasty whore. You want me to be your anonymous lover, eh? Maybe I will have you put on a blindfold when you get to the room, then everything I do to you, you will not see who I am or what I am about to do. How does that sound to you little girl?”

“Oh my GOD, that is soooo fucking hot Daddy. Can we really do that?”

I love that she came up with that idea. I was actually going to suggest it myself, after reading some of her chats about anonymous sex. So, I quickly reply, “Of course we can little girl. I will set it up. When you get to the room. The door will be propped open, so you can walk right in. Then I want you to put on the blindfold, that I will leave on the bed. Then I want you to call out to me that you are ready, then start to strip down, slow and sexy. Wear the red bra and thong you have on now. Don’t clean them. I want to smell how excited you are for me right now, when we meet tomorrow.”

“Oh my GOD, that sounds perfect Daddy. That is one of my strongest fantasies. You know me so well. It is like you are inside my head,” she responds.

“I am inside your head little girl. I know what you are thinking at all times. Remember that. I will send you the room information in the morning. I want you there by noon. Don’t disappoint me. Also, get that big dildo you wrote to me about and video yourself fucking your tits, while thinking of me. Finish the video by fucking yourself with the dildo, while you tell Daddy what you want. Send it to me by eight O’clock tonight.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

After leaving her to her task, I spend some time looking for an appropriate hotel for our meeting. I find one that is away from where she lives and away from my father’s office. It wouldn’t do anyone any good, if either of us has to explain to dad what we were up to. I also want a hotel that is a bit shabby. I want mom to think about how seedy and wrong her tryst will be. From what I have read in her DMs, she gets off on the idea of it being dirty and wrong. I want to make sure this is as dirty and wrong as it can be. I know, it is going to be hard to make anonymously fucking her son any dirtier and more wrong, but I am sure gonna try.

Just as I find the perfect hotel, my phone dings, letting me know that my mother has completed her assignment. And complete it she did. She propped up her phone so that she could use both hands, and she put on quite the show of fucking her tits with the dildo. She asked quite frequently if “Daddy likes seeing his whore fuck his cock with her big tits?” The answer is YES, Daddy likes it VERY much and Daddy is so going to fuck the shit out of those amazing tits tomorrow. Then Daddy cums all over his phone, thinking of cumming on his mother’s face.

The icing on the cake is slowly stroking my softening cock, as I watch my mother fuck herself fast and hard with that big dildo, as she begs Daddy to fuck her harder and faster. Oh, Daddy is gonna fuck you SO fast and SO hard tomorrow mom. Then after Daddy fucks you to many orgasms and treats you like the whore you want to be; Daddy is going to pull your blindfold off and show you that Daddy is really your son. My GOD, I love the big reveal. I will also love watching that moment over and over again, because you can bet your ass, that I am going to video every DAMN moment of this.

Having filmed many of my previous conquests, I have several cameras and I have become quite talented at placing them around a room to get the best coverage. This is going to be my masterpiece, so I err on the side of caution and get more cameras ready. The magic is in the editing. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. If all goes right, I should have enough footage to make several good videos. There is a small part of me that feels like I should be ashamed about thinking of selling videos of me fucking my mother. Then there is the rest of me that tells that small part, “Shut the fuck up you pussy.”

I was not able to sleep that night, until I stroked again watching my new favorite videos. Thank you, mommy. After that very satisfying orgasm, I was able to sleep through the whole night. When I wake, I quickly get dressed and rush out to check into the hotel. I requested an early check in the night before, so that I have plenty of time to get the room, send her the information, and set things up for our “date”.

When I send her the address and room number, she almost immediately replies, “I got it Daddy. I can’t wait. I was up so late last night picking what to wear.” She answered so fast, she must have been sitting by the phone waiting. I can only imagine how wired she must be right now. If only I didn’t want to be fresh for mommy dearest, I would rub one out right now, thinking about it. Instead, I dip into the liquor and weed, that I brought along for our little party of two.

As I wait, I am thinking of all the things I want to do to my mom. This is like my birthday, Christmas, and Independence Day, all wrapped together. I am going to get a LOT of gifts, and there will DEFINITELY be fireworks. I place straps out of sight, that I may use to tie her to the bed. I test the blindfold, to be sure she will not be able to see anything. I play with the ring gag, that I may decide to use if she reacts poorly to the big reveal and is not inclined to want to suck my cock anymore. Part of me will be disappointed in my manipulation skills if she reacts poorly. Another part of me is excited by the idea of raping her mouth, knowing that it sickens her. Maybe I should see someone about that ... Nah. I am just your average, red blooded boy, who wants to fuck his mother. There are volumes of Psych books about that.

I look at my watch and see that it is 10 minutes until noon. I go into the bathroom and sit on the counter to wait. She must have been walking circles around the hotel, because at exactly 12 O’clock, I hear a hesitant knock on the door and then I hear her open it. She doesn’t waste any time. She immediate puts the blindfold on and calls out to me, “I’m ready Daddy ... I got the blindfold on.”

I peek out to make sure she isn’t cheating and trying to get a look at me. I smile to myself, that she has done everything as I instructed her. I take a minute to appreciate the clothing choices she made for our “date”. She is wearing a short black skirt, that barely covers the tops of the thigh high stockings she wore. On top, she is wearing a sheer white blouse, that gives me a good view of the sexy lace bra beneath it. She has the top three buttons undone, so that I can see a lot of her ample cleavage. On her feet, she has sexy red heels, that are much higher than I have ever seen her in before. I have seen her in a LOT of high heels, because at only 5 feet tall, she lives in heels.

I don’t say anything to her yet. I walk around her and really appreciate the whole package. I also take this time to set up the various cameras I will be using to film our encounter. I can see that she is nervous, and my walking around her like a prowling animal, is spiking her fear and apprehension. I see goose bumps raise on her arms. Then I notice her nipples getting very big and VERY hard. I just want to BITE them. Not yet, I tell myself. I need to tease her along and fill her with so much apprehension and desperation, that when I finally bring her over the edge that first time, she feels that something truly world changing has occurred.

I continue to watch her silently. I see her legs trembling slightly. I can almost hear her thoughts, as she wonders if I like what I see? Am I disappointed? Did she do OK with her clothing choices? Does she really want to go through with this??? I relish the waiting and how desperate I see her getting. I know that when blindfolded, a person feels every light breeze, hears every sound, and their mind will start to imagine the wildest things. I know how this will amplify everything that happens. I know that when I finally allow her to cum, it will rock her world. Since I know that she has not had satisfying sex for so long, I also know that her mind will not accept a reality, in which she can’t have that kind of pleasure again. She will do anything and everything she has to, in order to feel that again. This is the point that I merge her pleasure center with her feelings of fear, excitement, and even the shock of discovering that it is her son, who gave her such overwhelming pleasure. At least that is the theory. Wish me luck.

Finally, I break the silence. Masking my voice, I tell her, “You did well little girl. Daddy is very pleased with you and how obedient you are.” I see her visibly shiver, as a wave of satisfaction and excitement race through her body.

“Thank you, Daddy. I was so worried that you wouldn’t like me or my choices or whatever,” she stammers nervously.

“It is good that you worried so much little girl. You should always worry whether you are good enough for Daddy or that you are exciting enough for Daddy or if you are trying hard enough for Daddy.” I tell her. Then I add, “And this worry, will always ensure you do better ... that you ARE better for Daddy. Remember that little girl. If you ever stop trying to be good enough for Daddy, then you won’t be good enough.” As I say that, I lightly rub my fingers over her hard and very sensitive nipples. She almost falls to the ground, the sensation is so overpowering for her, after all of her apprehension and thought about this moment. I love the sound of her animal moan, as she rides the wave of pleasure.

Before she has a chance to recover, I command her, “Dance for me now. Strip your clothes off slow and sexy for Daddy. Make sure Daddy knows how much you are worrying about whether you are doing it sexy enough ... whether Daddy will be happy with your body ... whether you are good enough for Daddy...” I start music on my phone and sit down in a chair to enjoy the show.

I can tell that she is very nervous, and her initial movements are jerkier and more rigid than she wants. I almost laugh to myself, as I think about the scene in “True Lies” with Jammie Lee Curtis. That is one of my favorite scenes to jerk off to, and I can’t find the words to explain how fucking amazing it is to be having my mother acting out a similar scene. I get up and stop her. I light one of the joints and hold it to her lips, telling her, “Take some of this. It will help you relax.” I can tell that she is unsure and hesitant to take drugs from someone she doesn’t know. However, she finally sucks on the joint. I am pleased when she doesn’t hack and cough as the weed hits her lungs. Clearly, this is not the first time she has smoked pot. Way to go mom.