Chapter 2

My mother complied and followed us into the grocery store. She was dressed in a very sexy yellow dress. I had long since replaced any of her casual, frumpy clothes with sexy stuff that showed off my mother’s natural tits and attractive body.

Fiona was embarrassed by how she looked in the grocery store, and that made her nipples stiffen and her cheeks flush as she walked behind us. I started picking out some things for the party with David and ignored her.

David kept staring at my mother, and his glances and looks only made her blush. I knew that was turning her on. She got very excited when people stared at her in stores!

When we got to the produce department, I selected a cucumber and handed it to my mother. “Titty fuck and suck this like it’s the best cock you ever tasted.”

“Oh, god,” my mom’s face turned white as she took the cucumber and began to lovingly lick the tip, placing it between her tits. We were lucky there were no store employees nearby. A few customers saw the spectacle my mother was making and either headed the other way or stood and watched with dumbfounded expressions.

“David, did you know that during the Revolutionary War, General George Washington reportedly issued a celebratory double ration of rum to his soldiers on July 4th, two years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence?” I told him a random fact.

My mom went weak in the knees and started deep-throating the cucumber to comply with my orders. My hypnotic suggestion had worked even better than I had hoped. It had only taken one session to turn my mother into a nympho for anything Patriotic.

It was proof to me that I was scrubbing her mind and breaking down her conscious will, while altering her subconscious to suit my needs. Today was an experiment that was working out well. I’d have to repeat this for other holidays to see if I got the same results.

“How the fuck is she not choking?” David asked incredulously. He was mesmerized by my mother’s behavior. The six or seven people in the produce session were also staring. Some were disgusted, and others were fascinated. I assumed a few who felt both ways about it.

I’d made her do things like at this store before and always managed to get away with it. There were rarely any managers around at this time of the day.

“I removed her gag reflex, just like I removed her urge for nasty cigarettes, didn’t I?” I asked my mom.

She nodded and sucked on it harder, pushing it down her throat and up and down between her boobs.

“Take that cucumber out of your mouth and put it in the cart. We must buy that now that you’ve used it,” I said sternly.

“Sorry,” my mom apologized breathlessly as she removed the cucumber. It still had her spit dripping off of it. “Oh god, I am so ashamed of myself!”

“You enjoyed it though didn’t you, slut?” I asked. It was the first time I called my mother a slut around my friend.

“Yes, Jeff,” my mom smiled wantonly. She wiped her spit off of her chin.

“Slut is a trigger word for my mom; if I call her that, it puts her in a very compliant but horny mode,” I explained to David as we looked around. My mother smiled politely as I selected a few more foreign objects I wanted to watch her insert at the party, including carrots, potatoes, and eggplants.

“Slut, can you fit this melon in your pussy?” I asked her casually as I picked up a cantaloupe. We were in earshot of a nosy woman who was eavesdropping on our conversation after she watched my mother’s performance.

My mom considered it. “I am not sure, Jeff,” she replied politely as her cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“Would you sit on this cantaloupe if I told you to do it?”

“Yes, Jeff.”

“Right here in front of everyone?”

“If you told me to do it.”

“Why would you do it?”

“Because I am a good mommy and obey you, Jeff. You know what is best, and it would be all in fun,” she smiled at me in a friendly manner, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Would it humiliate you to fuck yourself on a melon in the grocery store?” I asked.

My mother’s lips parted as if she was blowing a kiss and gasping simultaneously. At the same time, she contemplated that mental image and said it would very much.

“And that would turn you on?”

“It would, Jeff; I would be mortified and turned on,” she answered.

I liked asking these questions in front of David. It seemed to humiliate her more that he knew the details of our relationship. That was the “dirty secret” I programmed her to keep hidden from everyone else, and now I allowed her to let David know about it.

“This can’t be for real,” David said in disbelief. “Slut, take this ginger root and put it in your pussy,” he said as he grabbed a freshly cut root of ginger from one of the produce bins. I knew that those could sting. I wanted to see what happens.

“David, I didn’t expect this from you. That is very inappropriate,” my mom answered him. Her eyes narrowed in anger and frustration. I found that amusing because she had been so compliant until then. I was prepared to re-apply her programming if I had to do so, but I wanted to see where this was going.

“But you just said that you would be turned on by fucking a melon; what about a piece of Ginger? You could slip that under your dress!”

“That would NOT turn me on, David,” she scowled at him.

I snickered and explained that my mom was lying. “She can lie to anyone else but me,” I explained, asking her point blankly. “Are you lying to David? Having Ginger shoved in your wet cunt under your dress and walking around the grocery store would excite you, wouldn’t it, slut?”

“Yes, I am lying,” my mom seemed angry that she had to admit that in front of David. “It would turn me on, Jeff.”

“Apologize to David for lying to him, and ask David to pick out a smaller one, open your skirt in the back and plead with him to shove it in your dirty asshole.”

I prompted my mother with David’s name several times, so she understood my instructions. This was all new territory for me.

My mom didn’t hesitate. “I am sorry for lying, David,” she said as she turned around and simply had to shift the slit in the back of the dress to reveal her incredible asshole and pussy. “Would you please pick out a smaller piece of ginger and shove it in my filthy asshole?”

I watched my mother’s face becoming even more beet red than usual and noticed her pussy squirting her juices down her thigh as she waited for my friend to plug her ass with a ginger root. I knew this was deeply humiliating to her, and she was probably melting inside with anticipation to close her skirt again.

David selected a tiny bit of root and pushed it into my mom’s asshole with a satisfying pop. She continued holding her skirt up but groaned in anguish mixed with pleasure.

“Turn it a little so it doesn’t fall out,” I instructed David and told my mother, “You may let your skirt back down, slut.”

“Jesus, dude! It’s huge!” my friend remarked about my mother’s stretched-out asshole.

“I’ve trained my mother’s asshole like her mind; it’s compliant enough to fit all sorts of new and exciting things,” I said to David and my mother with a chuckle.

“It stings, Jeff,” my mom ran her finger down her ass crack, trying to dislodge it.

“You will leave the root in your ass, it’s a punishment for being rude to my friend. You lied to him and told him you were disappointed in him. You will keep the root in until I tell you to take it out.”

“Yes, Jeff.”

“Why would you have to punish your mom if she does whatever you tell her?” David asked as we headed toward the beer and liquor aisle to prepare for the party.

“My mom still has free will; she goes on dates, and I am not there to tell her what to do. She goes to work, and I can’t supervise her there. If she disappoints me, she knows I will punish her, don’t you, Mom?”

“Yes, Jeff. It’s for my own good, and it’s all in fun,” she repeated her mantra.

“David noticed that I’ve stretched out your asshole so that it’s huge! How does having a gaping wet cunt and a stretched out asshole make you feel?”

“Like a slut, Jeff,” she replied, her face still blushing. I could tell the ginger root was starting to send tingles of pain through her body as the juices from the root merged with the ones from her body. She wanted desperately to remove it.

“How does that ginger feel?”

“Like a fire ant hill was poured into my asshole, and I can’t touch it,” she said.

“Are you going to be rude to my friend?”

“I’ll try not to be rude to your guest. I am sorry, David,” my mom panted a little, and a small tear formed on the side of her face and rolled down her cheek. I dried her eye, and held up my finger. She opened her mouth and sucked it off the tip without being told to do so.

I loved it when my mother was in slut mode.

“These don’t work on me. I am not Steve. You earned this punishment. I told you he was an honored guest,” I said. Then I changed the subject and asked what my mother’s boyfriend Steve thought of her asshole.

“He was confused at first because I didn’t used to enjoy anal. Now, he seems to like me stretched out. I don’t really know. He never discussed it, Jeff.”

“Tonight, at the party, I want you to ask him to put a Sparkler in your asshole and light it in front of everyone in the backyard,” I said. If he did that, I’d expect her to move on to bigger things like bottle rockets. I knew it would be harmless. I’ve seen other women do it on the Internet.

My mother’s body shook as if she was experiencing an earthquake. I could smell her pussy working overtime under the dress as she lost a few steps.

“Dude, that could blow up in her ass?”

“We’ll only use safe fireworks,” I assured David. “Mom, you love the Fourth of July, don’t you?”

“Oh, YES!”

“Tonight, you are going to be my Fire Cracker Mom and Yankee Doodle Dummy by painting your body with Fourth of July paint, passing out American flags, singing patriotic songs, and allowing people to shoot bottle rockets or light sparklers in your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Jeff, if you tell me to do that.”

“Do you want to do that?”

“I do not,” she said emphatically. She can’t lie to me; sometimes she sends mixed messages like that.

“You will be the life of the party and get turned on by all the humiliation,” I reminded her.

“Jeff, you told me to invite my Uncle and my parents. What if they find out about my dirty secret?” she asked with genuine concern. I liked my mother thinking and not acting like a total zombie. I’d tried that earlier, but it wasn’t very much fun.

“You will tell them it is all in fun, and you are just being patriotic. You will tell them that you have body paint covering your naughty parts, and you will ask them to light a sparkler in your teeth or the ones you are holding. You will be the living embodiment of the Patriotic Spirit and a human firework launcher.”

“Yes, Jeff.”

I decided to make my mom open a jar of mayonnaise and rub it all over her face while she finished the shopping after removing the Ginger when she’d clearly had more than her body could stand.

“I am allowing you to walk around the store with mayonnaise on your face because I think you’ve had too much ginger in your ass, but you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

“Thank you, Jeff!”

My friend asked if she really would have kept the Ginger in her ass forever if I insisted.

“I’ve never pushed my mother so hard that she’d have any permanent damage. I look out for her. I wouldn’t tell her to fry her tits on the stove or something. That’s why I won’t let you give her instructions,” I said.

“I’d never do that! but you have stretched her pussy and asshole out; that’s permanent isn’t it?”

“The stretching is a modification, and an improvement, not damage, she can tighten her asshole and cunt around your cock and grip it, or take huge insertions because I’ve trained her like a body builder would to take more and more cock.” I shrugged and turned to my mother. “You like having your asshole and cunt stretched out, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Jeff. It turns me on to know how stretched out I look,” she admitted it was humiliating but that was a turn on for her now.

Before my friend could say that was a programmed response, I asked her another question.

“You wanted to be stretched out like a slut long before I started hypnotizing you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Jeff.”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I was too ashamed and embarrassed to live like a slut, Jeff,” my mom replied. I knew all about her dirty little fantasies before this began.

“So, you see, David? My mother is just fulfilling her own fantasies with a little help from me!”

People definitely noticed my mother walking around the store as if she had cum on her face from the sticky white mayo. She couldn’t help but think that even the scorn and ridicule from women who knew instantly what it was supposed to be was exciting to her. She acted like it was perfectly normal as she loaded the groceries onto the conveyor belt for the cashier.

I’d taken her to our local grocery store many times and put her through similar humiliations.

I even picked out a “World’s Best Mom” Mug for her. We’d be paying for it with her own money, but it was the thought that counts, isn’t it?

“What do you think of that Mom?”

“It’s very nice, thank you, Jeff! Do you mean it?” she asked as she held up the mug and looked at it.

“You are a good mommy! Well behaved and you obey me most of the time. Are you sorry that you were rude to David?”

“No, Jeff.”

I snickered. My mom still had a stubborn streak that I’d have to work on over the next few months.

We bought all the stuff we needed; I got a large box of condoms, just in case, tons of beer and liquor, and some stuff for the grill. We could afford it. I had been checking my mother’s accounts and knew how much we had coming in and how much we were spending.

I instructed my mother to load the groceries into the car, and strip down in the backseat, while I drove her home. I also made her put away the groceries and set up for the party in the backyard completely nude.

“How many hot dogs can you fit into your mouth?” I asked my mother as I pulled out some packets of cheap hot dogs to help her.

“I don’t know, Jeff,” my mom said as she set out the potato salad.

“Let’s find out,” I ordered her to fill her mouth with hot dogs end first. She looked so good that I told her to stuff her pussy and asshole the same way while she finished setting up the tables outside for our guests.

She managed to get several hot dogs in her mouth, six in her cunt, and eight in her asshole but they were mushy by the end. I ordered her to eat them off the grass when they fell out while she worked.

My slutty mother was incredibly compliant, and she ate every bite after they fell on the ground. I teased her that she’d get some real hot dogs tonight if she remained a good mommy.

“Yes, Jeff! I will be good, I promise!”

“No need for promises, Mommy! Your promises never meant anything anyway. You WILL behave because you are a brainless bimbo that has to do what I tell you.”

“Yes, Jeff! Thank you for guiding me!”

I loved it when my mom became more submissive in slut mode.

David wanted to take some pictures. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea because I didn’t want any proof of what I was doing. However, tonight, I planned to expose my mother to so many people, so I allowed it.

Once people started arriving, I sent my mother to paint herself up with patriotic body paint. My plan was that she’d walk around the party completely naked, with the exception of the paint. She was already hairless from the neck down. I hosted while she painted herself in the bedroom.

I was shocked at what a good job she did on her own ass. It must have taken mirrors and some very flexible and clever work to get it to look that good.

I sent David to check on her. She looked magnificent. He sent me some photos. “Tell her to come out and greet her guests,” I texted him back.

“She won’t do what I tell her,” he said.

I stormed into my mother’s bedroom. “What is the problem? I told you what you were to do tonight,” I reminded her.

“Yes, You did, Jeff,” my mom stood flat-footed. Her beautiful big tits bore red, white, and blue paint, and she had stars all over. This had taken quite a bit of effort.

“Then why didn’t you come out?”

“I don’t have to do what David tells me, and I didn’t want to come out,” she explained.

“Yes, but he was relaying an order that I gave you,” I said.

“I didn’t know that! I am so sorry, Jeff!”

“I’d spank your ass, but your paint looks too pretty to mess up this early in the party.”

“Really? Thank you, Jeff!”

“Get down on your knees and suck our dicks, and I’ll spank you later for your disobedience,” I said. My mom promptly dropped to her knees and unzipped our pants. I’d never shared my mother’s mouth with anyone else before. She was an amazing cocksucker. I’d like to have known how good she was at it before I hypnotized her to turn off her gag reflex.

“This is so depraved, dude! You have sex with your mom?” David said as my mother lovingly began to suck both of our cocks at the same time. She took turns deep-throating them while we stood side by side.

“Good mommies have sex with whoever they are told to have sex with, don’t they Slut?”

“Glurp, glack, slurp,” my mom sucked David’s cock while nodding yes.