Day 6

I woke up to a loud ringing sound hammering my brain. I tore my eyes open and cursed, fumbling for my phone on the bedside cabinet and knocking over my bedside lamp in the process.

“Fuck—”

I had just managed to get some sleep during the weekend, and now I was already getting my balls busted in the morning like I was some corporate slave working a 9-to-5.

I finally grabbed my phone and looked at the screen. Stella’s name flashed in front of me. With a groan, I answered the call.

“Hello? Stella?” I said groggily, still half-asleep.

“Alex! Thank God you answered, I need you to go to the clinic immediately! I can’t go and a client booked a session. She’s very important and she needs some hypnotherapy for—” Stella’s voice came through the speaker in a rush of panic and desperation.

“Stella? Hello. What’s going on?” I interrupted, immediately more alert at hearing the stress in her usually composed voice.

“It’s my mom ... she has been unwell for a while after she had surgery done on her heart. She’s suddenly gotten worse and doesn’t want to call an ambulance...” her voice cracked with barely contained emotion.

“Oh my God, Stella. Is she going to be all right?” I asked, genuine concern replacing my initial irritation.

“I don’t know. I need to go to her, but she lives out of town, so I won’t be able to come into the office today...” she explained, and I could hear the buzz of traffic through the speakers. Stella was already on the road by the sound of things.

“Where are you now?” I asked.

“On the freeway, I’m already out of town. That’s why I called, could you—”

The sound of a car screeching and a loud horn blasted through the phone’s speakers.

“Talk about bad drivers. Anyway, could you come into the office today?” she continued, her voice strained with multiple stresses.

“I have a client coming in today at 10, that woman that came Wednesday, Tilda, remember? She had some trouble managing stress.”

“What will she think of me if no one shows up at the office? She’ll think I’m not professional. So I thought, if you could come in—” her voice carried that almost pleading tone I’d never heard from her before.

I hesitated.

I was worried that by agreeing I was going to set a precedent and have her call me in every time she had an emergency. She would take my help for granted.

I mulled over what to do for a moment, as Stella kept talking, her voice increasingly desperate.

I sighed. Just this time then.

“Don’t worry about it, Stella, I’ll take care of your client,” I assured her, making my decision.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, Alex! I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t there,” she gushed with relief and gratitude.

“I’ll pay you extra for the overtime, of course. 30$ an hour instead of your usual rate.”

Overtime pay was a very welcome change. Plus, trying out some hypnotherapy on that pretty lady wasn’t too bad either.

I remembered her – the tight ebony woman with a chest and ass that were out of this world.

I started picturing her as I hypnotized her, her eyes unfocused as I probed her mind and made her do whatever I wanted...

Enough daydreaming. I need to focus.

“Ahem Don’t worry, you’ve taught me plenty in the last few days. And I’ve been going through the PDFs and videos you sent me,” I said professionally.

“But I’ll call you if anything I don’t know how to handle comes up.”

“I’m so lucky to have found a reliable assistant like you, Alex!” she exclaimed with genuine appreciation.

“Cathy— I mean your mother has talked so much about how much you’re helping her with your hypnotherapy.”

“I’m sure you’ll satisfy the client. Ahem Very well. I’ll call as soon as I can,” she concluded, her professional mask slipping back into place despite her emotional state.

“Bye, Stella,” I said.

I ended the call and started to get dressed.

It was the first time Stella had shown this much emotion, and to be frank it caught me by surprise since she usually kept an air of polite professionalism about her.

Well, polite was stretching it. She was more of a cold bitch most of the time. This whole ordeal with her mom must have shaken her pretty badly.

I looked at my phone again. 9:30 AM.

It was going to be a challenge to get to the office in time, but the thought of the hot ebony lady waiting for me to hypnotize her gave me the drive to get going.

I need a shower. Then breakfast. Then I need to get moving and catch the bus.

I headed to the shower but to my frustration, the sound of running water was already coming from the bathroom. The door was open, but I couldn’t tell who was inside.

It’s almost ten. Who the hell takes a shower at this time? It’s probably Helen. She never gets up early.

The door is open...

I waited a few more minutes, but the water kept running.

... Why is it taking so long? Jeez, I swear to God Helen can’t even do showers right.

Should I take a look?

Fuck it. She’s the one who left the door open. If anything, it’s her fault.

Memories of my sister showering filled my mind – her beautiful, tight ass speckled with droplets of water.

I hesitated, my hand on the handle.

But what if she spots me? I don’t know if I should risk it.

To hell with it! I’ll take a quick look...

I crept to the door and looked inside. The steam billowed out as I poked my head inside.

The water was still running, and I saw a feminine silhouette through the misty vapor, her back turned to me.

I couldn’t see her well because of the vapor, but I could make out the perfect outline of her ass, round and juicy.

I resisted the urge to barge in, pin her against the wall and bury my cock deep between those cheeks and feel them milk me dry.

I felt myself get hard as I watched, my cock pressing against my pants. But then, just as I was starting to get excited, I froze.

The ass was larger than Helen’s usually was, and less tight, almost as if she had gained a few pounds.

Something was off. Her hair also looked strange – shorter and lighter in color. A creeping suspicion came over me as I watched her shower.

Mom?

At that moment my mother turned in the shower and I got a good look at her voluptuous body.

My cock immediately became painfully hard, twisting uncomfortably in my pants. I shifted it to a more comfortable position.

My heart was pounding, the pulse carrying through my neck and ears.

I struggled to contain my breathing as I watched my mom wash herself.

“Fuck...” I whispered under my breath.

She raised her arms to scrub her hair, letting her huge breasts hang freely off her chest.

Droplets of water ran down her back and dripped to the floor.

I craned my neck, but I couldn’t see anything more than the side of her breasts as they softly rippled every time mom moved.

She started scrubbing her body, her hands working over her smooth skin, rubbing her arms and shoulders before moving on to her chest.

She sank her hands into her breasts, softly kneading them with soap as water trickled over her body.

She still had her back turned to me so I couldn’t see them properly, but they seemed to spill out of her hands as she massaged them.