My Hypnotized Family (Book 1 of 3)
Copyright© 2025 by The Naughty Three
Day 4
Mind Control Sex Story: Day 4 - You're a young psych grad who loses everything and moves back with your hot curvy MILF mom (40s nurse) and two sexy sisters. Older sis hates you, rocks gothic style with long dark nails and the roundest, sexiest ass ever. Younger sis is naïve, cute, and sweet: loves candy, stuffed animals, pink, with perky petite tits. Mom hooks you up with her hypnotherapist friend; you assist, watching her work. Tempted by the power, you learn hypnosis to mind-control your family into obedient lovers/slaves.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Hypnosis Mind Control Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister BDSM MaleDom Harem Black Female White Male White Female Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Big Breasts Doctor/Nurse Small Breasts
Zzzzk ... mmmmm ... ugh ... what time is it?
Aw, man! Eight? And on a Saturday as well...
I would have slept a few more hours, but I knew I wasn’t going to fall back asleep now. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and reflecting on everything that had happened.
What a week...
Only a few days ago I’d been evicted and had nowhere to go. Then I came home, reconnected with my family, and even landed a job. An apprenticeship, technically, but it still counted.
And now I could sort of control people with just my words.
I’d experienced hypnosis myself and possibly induced Lucy to think about sex as well, although I was still unsure about the results.
My stomach rumbled, forcing me to get up. It was time for some breakfast.
Everyone was already digging in by the time I reached the kitchen. Helen looked disagreeable as usual, while mom and Lucy were enjoying themselves.
“Morning,” I said, taking my seat at the familiar kitchen table.
Helen didn’t even lift her head from her plate, her shoulders tense with barely contained irritation. “Hey,” she muttered dismissively, stabbing at her pancakes with unnecessary force.
Lucy waved at me cheerfully, her face lighting up with genuine warmth. “Hey, Alex!”
Mom’s face lit up as she saw me. “Good morning, sweetie. Now come sit, I made some pancakes for all of you. And I have some fruit as well – you kids never eat enough fruit.”
“Thanks, mom,” I said with genuine appreciation.
I hadn’t had mom’s pancakes in ages. She placed a steaming plate full of fresh pancakes in front of me with motherly care. A small slice of butter was already melting on top, and a generous drizzle of syrup covered the whole thing.
“Holy sh—” I started to exclaim.
“Alex! Language!” Mom’s voice cracked like a whip, carrying that sharp maternal authority I remembered from childhood.
“Uh— sorry. I mean they look amazing, mom,” I corrected myself sheepishly, feeling like a scolded child despite being in my twenties.
“Thanks, sweetie. Now eat it all up. I don’t want to see any leftovers. Are we clear?” she said with mock sternness, though her eyes sparkled with maternal satisfaction.
“Yesh, mom!” Lucy answered with a face full of pancake, her words muffled as she munched happily and immediately went for another bite, syrup dripping from the corner of her mouth.
I started digging in as well. Goddamn, these were good! My ex never managed to make anything remotely similar. Hers were always grey and sad, with no butter. What’s life without a bit of butter?
I guess that was one reason why we broke up...
I missed these moments of tranquility with mom and the others. You’d think I would have forgotten all about it in college, but it takes one simple moment like this, and it all comes rushing back – the smells, the bright morning light shining through the window, my cute little sister in her pajamas...
I must have been smiling because Helen took a look at me and scowled.
“Hmpf. What put you in such a good mood?” Helen asked suspiciously, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied my expression.
“I bet it’s your new job, isn’t it, Alex?” Mom beamed with obvious maternal pride, her entire face lighting up. “Stella’s a fantastic hypnotherapist. And I know she can seem cold at first, but I can assure you she is much warmer once you get to know her.”
“Yeah, I’ve been learning a lot with Stella. She’s a good teacher,” I replied, though my mind wandered to thoughts of her impressive figure barely contained by her professional attire.
... and a hot-ass MILF. I still can’t believe she’s mom’s age and has such a perfect body. And she isn’t afraid to show it off either.
“Well, I’ll ask her in person tonight. She’s coming over for a chat,” Mom announced, her voice carrying a note of anticipation.
Helen’s voice took on a mocking tone, her lips curling into a smirk. “Yeah, over a few bottles of wine.”
Stella was coming here? And she was going to have a few drinks with mom ... I didn’t think they’d gotten so close, but they did call each other “darling” the other day.
“Well, of course ... how else am I going to spend my evening with a friend? It’s nothing special, you know, especially for my age,” Mom said defensively, though her protest seemed a bit too emphatic.
“A bottle mom bought specifically for tonight!” Lucy added with a knowing grin, clearly enjoying her mother’s embarrassment.
Mom seemed unfazed by Lucy’s suggestion, though her cheeks turned decidedly pink. “Lucy! It’s not like that, really. She’s just a friend...” she insisted, her voice rising slightly in pitch.
“Oh ... of course. Ahem,” Lucy said with exaggerated innocence, clearly not buying mom’s explanation. “By the way, how’s volleyball going, Helen? You said your coach wasn’t giving you much attention lately...” she added, smoothly changing the subject to spare mom further embarrassment.
Helen’s expression shifted, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as her usual bravado faltered slightly. “Apparently, I’m going to magically improve thanks to the genius hypno-wizard over here, if he was serious about it,” she said, her sarcasm not quite masking the underlying hope in her voice.
Mom’s face lit up with interest. “Hm? What’s that? Are you two helping each other out for once?”
Shit, she’s telling them everything! I don’t want them all knowing what I’m doing ... and I can’t stop her without drawing more attention to myself.
Fuck— I gotta keep calm.
“Just a bit of hypnotherapy to help her focus on training more,” I explained carefully. “It soothes your body and relaxes the mind. Stella taught me how to do it.”
“Oh, that’s so nice of you, Alex!” Lucy exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm.
“He already tried that with me, and it’s really good. I can study way better now.”
“Yeah ... but it’s no big deal, really,” I said, trying to downplay it.
Mom winked at me approvingly. “Well, isn’t that nice, Alex. Maybe you can try it with me!”
“I definitely need to relax after work. And I’ve been drinking a bit too much lately...”
Helen couldn’t resist adding her commentary. “Hah! Why hasn’t Stella tried it on you? I bet she’d like that.”
Mom’s eyes flashed in surprise, but when she spoke her voice was steady. Nurses didn’t often lose their composure.
“What are you talking about, Helen? Stella is a busy woman.”
“Anyway! More pancakes, kids? There’s plenty more!”
“Yes!” Lucy replied enthusiastically.
“Yeah, whatever. Thanks for the pancakes, mom. I’m going to train for a bit,” Helen said, standing to leave.
“I’m going to study, thanks, mom!” Lucy added, following suit.
“Me too, I have a lot to do. Thanks for the pancakes, mom, they were marvelous!”
I headed for my room, already dreading the pages of hypnotherapy theory I had to review before Monday. That’s when I noticed Helen in the corridor, arms crossed over her chest, scowling as usual.
I lowered my eyes and tried to skirt past her, but she blocked my path.
“Wait a second, I need to talk to you,” she said, her usual hostility replaced by something that almost resembled nervousness.
“What for? Make it quick, I’m pretty busy today,” I replied with practiced indifference, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
Helen’s expression shifted to something almost vulnerable, her tough facade cracking slightly. “Busy? But you don’t have to work today, why are you busy?” she asked, confusion evident in her voice.
“Stella gave me a lot to study, and I want to be well prepared, just in case she asks me something tonight,” I explained, maintaining my cool demeanor despite the opportunity I sensed approaching.
“Ok-ok. I just wanted to ask you ... if you have some time today, you know...” Helen said hesitantly, her words trailing off as embarrassment colored her cheeks. Her usual confidence had evaporated, replaced by desperate vulnerability.
I knew immediately this was about hypnotherapy. She was desperate – so desperate she would come to me for help.
I was going to enjoy this. I was going to make her beg for my help. It would be payback for all the years she’d been a bitch to me.
I hesitated deliberately, considering my options.
“Hm? What are you talking about?” I asked with feigned confusion, savoring every moment of her discomfort.
Helen’s desperation became painfully apparent, her pride crumbling before my eyes. “Ugh ... do you have some time for me? Please? The tryout for the team is next week,” she pleaded, her voice cracking slightly on the word ‘please.’
There we go – see, you can do it, you stuck-up woman. But I want to see you grovel at my feet.
“Time? For what?” I pressed, drawing out her humiliation with deliberate slowness.
“Why are you being so difficult? The hypnotherapy! Come on, I’ll do whatever you want. Please!” she burst out, her composure finally shattering completely as desperation overtook pride.
Oh, you’ll do what I want, anything I ask, that’s for sure.
You’ll be on your knees with my cock in your mouth by the end of the month, and there’s nothing you’re going to be able to do about it.
But I’d made her beg enough for now.
“Oh, the hypnosis! Yeah, sure. Let’s go to your room. You’ll be more comfortable there,” I said magnanimously, deciding I’d tortured her enough for now.
“ ... thanks,” she whispered, the word barely audible as she struggled with the unfamiliar act of showing gratitude to me.
Took her long enough to say thank you. Was this the first time? Maybe I should have celebrated.
I followed Helen to her room and gestured to the bed.
“All right, sit over there and make yourself comfortable. We’ll start immediately,” I instructed, gesturing toward her bed with professional authority.
“On the bed...? Ok...” she replied uncertainly, clearly uncomfortable with the intimate setting but too desperate to object.
Helen perched on the edge of her bed, her narrow, mistrustful eyes never leaving me as I pulled my chair in front of her. Her posture was rigid with tension and suspicion.
“You’d better not be planning anything, Alex. If you think you can fool me into doing your bidding with hypnosis...” she warned, though her voice lacked its usual venom, betraying her underlying anxiety.
“Of course not! How could you think that?” I replied with practiced innocence, my expression a perfect mask of wounded sincerity. “I’ve just started learning hypnotherapy. I only know the most basic techniques. And I only want to test them out and help you achieve your goal.”
“Hmm, all right then,” she conceded reluctantly, though her eyes remained wary as she tried to read my true intentions.
I prepared myself, running through all the steps of a hypnotherapy session in my mind until I was ready.
“Good, now fix your gaze on a spot on that wall in front of you. Focus on it.”
“Concentrate on the sound of my voice. Only the wall and my voice exist – let the rest of the room dissolve into nothingness.”
Helen’s eyes slowly began to droop, but she was still awake.
“You are relaxed, and you start to fall into a deep sleep, but you can still hear my voice coming from afar.”
“You can’t move but you feel relaxed and safe, comforted. And now, every time I tell you to ‘sleep,’ you will fall into this state once again.”
“Now ... open your eyes slowly, and...”
“Sleep!”
Helen’s eyes dropped shut immediately. I waited a few seconds, worried she might wake up, but Helen stayed in the trance, softly moaning.
“Mmmmm...”
Now what?
As far as I could see, I had two choices. I could make her obey and serve me – I could fuck her every day, degrade her and make her addicted to the feeling of my cock inside her.
I would put her on a leash and use her body as much as I wanted.
She would be my sex slave, completely obedient to my every whim, just like in that vision I’d seen during my own hypnosis.
Or maybe ... just maybe I could establish a deeper connection with her, induce her to fall in love with me and make her truly want me with her body and soul. It would take time, but it would be well worth it.
I almost laughed as I thought of Helen groveling in her emotions, unsure of why she was suddenly feeling fluttery about her brother.
Which was it going to be? Helen on a leash or Helen falling in love?
“Mmm...”
Helen could have woken up at any moment. I needed to hurry and make up my mind.
Better stick to my original plan. I wanted to make her submit to me, see her smug little face humiliated.
But I needed to start subtly. It was a long road from where she was now to total obedience.
“Focus on what you desire the most, that one thing that would make you complete if it became true. Think about it and picture it clearly.”
She was going to think of the volleyball team and her coach. I was sure of it – she’d been talking of nothing else since I came back home.
“The thing you seek is in your grasp. You see yourself about to achieve it.”
“Hi ... yes ... I do...”
“But something is pulling you back, stopping you from reaching your goal. You are lost. You don’t know what to do anymore.”
“Nn ... no...”
“The only way forward is to let go, Helen.”
Helen started to squirm, slowly shaking her head.
“Let go. You don’t need to control everything.”
“As soon as you let go and accept that things can be out of your control, you start to regain confidence.”
“Now, you only need to focus on a few things, and let go of those you can’t control. Your goal doesn’t seem so distant anymore. You just need someone to help you get to it.”
“Stop struggling against them, stop struggling against everything, and just let yourself be carried toward your deepest desire.”
“Just then a person arrives. He has recently come back into your life, suddenly, without warning. But he has all the answers. He has shown time and time again that he is trustworthy, that he knows what’s best for you.”
“Mmmh...”
“He tells you how to reach your goal. He offers a simple solution, one that will bring you to your goal.”
“You trust him completely. You let yourself go in his arms, letting him decide for you.”
“Hnnnnn ... mmmm”
“Enjoy this sensation. You finally feel free, unburdened by choice. You can do whatever you want now, as long as you follow what he says.”
“You don’t need to control everything. You don’t need to control anything at all, as long as he’s by your side.”
“Mh ... yes...”
“That’s right. Take that feeling of relaxation and double it. Notice how good it feels all over your body to follow, instead of trying to lead. You can be carefree at last.”
“Stop trying to be strong. Just follow my voice and follow your desires. And deep down, your desire is to finally rely on someone. To let go of control. To stop being the one in charge.”
“Now the session is about to be over, but this newfound relaxation will continue to grow every day and make you more relaxed and happy.”
“And that tense desire to control everything will fade away with every passing moment, day and night.”
Okay, it’s time to wrap things up.
“You are left with a relaxed mind, and the knowledge that you no longer have anything to hold you back. You’ve let go of control and you have someone you can rely on.”
“Someone who can always guide and lead you to what you want. Someone whose voice you’re listening to right now.”
“...”
“Following him, you will finally achieve what you desired all along! You’ll be loved and accepted, you’re successful in every way. All thanks to letting go and trusting the person who leads you toward this success.”
“And now, on the count of three, you will slowly come back and wake up.”
“One...”
“Two...”
“Three!”
Helen’s eyes fluttered open. She took a few seconds to get her bearings and wake up completely.
“Mmmm ... ohhh...”
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“I feel ... relaxed, like I slept for days. Lucy said it helped her focus, but this is ... different.”
“How did you do that?”
I felt a smile creep up on my face and suppressed it. The urge to mess with her was getting too strong.
“Can’t tell you. Professional secret.”
Helen actually smiled – a rare sight. “Ha-ha, smartass. Can you at least tell me how long it’ll last?”
“About a week. But I’d advise you to renew it before that to keep the effects strong.”
“Hm. I’ll think about it.”
Helen shifted on the bed, her eyes avoiding mine. She seemed uncomfortable about something. Finally, she spoke.
“Ok ... I’ll be back, and Alex ... uhm ... tsk!”
“Why is this so difficult?”
“What?”
“ ... thank you.”
What the fuck?
This was probably the first time I’d heard Helen say “thank you,” and I’m not going to lie, it caught me off guard. I turned around and headed to the door, attempting to hide my embarrassment.
“Uh ... ok, yeah. Good luck with the tryouts.”
The midday sun shone brightly into my room as I put the book down and flopped on my bed. My head felt like it was about to explode, my temples pulsing with tension.
I took a deep breath, and the pressure lessened.
Just relax...
The material Stella had given me was anything but simple, and I was having a hard time understanding what was being explained, let alone memorizing it.
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