My Hypnotized Family (Book 1 of 3)
Copyright© 2025 by The Naughty Three
Day 7
Mind Control Sex Story: Day 7 - 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
When I woke up, the morning sun was attempting to burst through the blinds, the rays peeking through and trying to wake me up. I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head.
I felt dazed. Sleeping in always used to feel amazing, like a day of vacation popping up on the calendar unexpectedly. But it wasn’t the same when you were out of a job.
Yesterday’s sessions swam back into my mind, and I quickly checked my phone.
Tilda’s messages are still here. It wasn’t all some weird lucid dream.
I tried to see the silver lining in my situation. For one, now I had free time to do whatever I wanted. And ... well, that was pretty much it.
“Ugh. Gotta get up,” I muttered to myself.
It was already late, and when I got downstairs there were only leftovers from breakfast on the table. I ate what was left and fixed myself a bowl of cereal.
It’s Tuesday. That means mom and Lucy won’t be home for quite a few hours, but Helen should be here.
A few minutes later I was standing at Helen’s door. I stopped to take a deep breath before knocking.
“What do you want, Alex?” came her voice from inside, filled with the usual irritation.
How does she know it’s me?
“Uh, I just wanted to check up to see how your hypnosis is holding up. Can I come in?” I asked, trying to sound casual and professional.
“No. And it didn’t work. Go away,” she replied curtly, her voice muffled by the door.
Helen seemed bitchier than usual, and I was about to give up and leave when I remembered Tilda and how successful that session had been.
“Remember I told you it might require some extra sessions to renew its effect? Well, I think we’re overdue,” I pressed, not willing to give up so easily.
No answer came, but rustling sounds emerged from the room.
Is she getting dressed? Damn, I’d give anything to look inside right now.
Finally, Helen opened the door, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was wearing an extremely tight top and a miniskirt that left very little to the imagination.
“What the hell are you staring at, you creep?” she snapped, catching me looking.
“Um ... Can I come in? I just want to know how you’ve been doing,” I said, trying to recover my composure.
“Whatever,” she said with resigned annoyance, stepping aside to let me pass.
Helen moved out of the doorway and let me in. Her room was a mess, as usual.
“Your stupid hypnosis didn’t work at all. I didn’t get any better,” she declared with obvious frustration, crossing her arms defensively.
“What? What happened? Did you feel bad or something?” I asked with genuine surprise.
“No. I didn’t get worse, but that means nothing. I’m still nowhere near getting on the team,” she said with dejection, her shoulders sagging slightly.
“Aha! But he did look at you,” I pointed out triumphantly.
“I guess. He gave me some tips during yesterday’s practice match,” Helen admitted reluctantly.
“That’s it! It’s working, see? He’s noticed you changed,” I said with growing excitement.
“Hm ... I don’t know. Maybe...” her voice trailed away, and she seemed lost in thought before snapping back to her usual defensive mode.
“So? Is that it? Can you get out now?” she demanded, though I could tell she was eager to try again despite her ego getting in the way.
“How about we try hypnotizing you again? It’ll make the effect stronger,” I suggested.
“Why? So you can waste more of my time?” she shot back halfheartedly.
“Please? It’d be a win-win for us,” I coaxed.
“Ok, ok! Fine,” she conceded with exasperated surrender.
“All right then. Please take a seat on the bed, and stare at the wall in front of you.”
Helen sat on the bed with reluctant compliance.
“And now hold your gaze. And soon you will fall into a trance. In three ... Two ... One ... Sleep!”
Helen’s eyes fluttered as her brow relaxed, temporarily removing her permanent frown. Finally, her eyes closed, and she was completely under my control.
Fuck, her tits are huge. I can’t wait to use her body.
“And now you fall deeper into your trance. You are back on the volleyball court at one of your training sessions,” I began, establishing the familiar therapeutic framework.
“Hng...” she responded with unconscious acknowledgment.
“You direct the ball to your teammate, who serves the ball to you. You run, jump, and strike it, sending it over your opponent’s hands and straight to the ground. You scored a point!”
Helen’s arms twitched as if she were attempting to cheer.
“Yes!” she exclaimed with dream-like enthusiasm.
“At the end of the match, your coach pats you on the back and congratulates you on the fine game.”
“ ... hi ... Mr. Colewell ... thank you...” she murmured with unconscious gratitude.
Helen seemed happy enough, and for a few moments, I stared hungrily at her revealing top.
She’s not wearing a bra! Fuck, I want to look at those tits.
That’s out of the way. Now I need to make sure she always agrees to getting hypnotized.
“Now, you are back home, tired from the match. That’s when you meet your dearest brother, Alex.”
“Hmpf ... go ... away...” came her instinctive resistance even in the trance.
“It is thanks to him that your matches have gone so smoothly recently. You realize this and run to hug him.”
“Eww ... get ... off...” she protested weakly.
“You remember it is because of him that your coach finally considers you good for the team. You feel the urge to thank him.”
“Mhh. T ... thanks...” she finally admitted with reluctant gratitude.
Good. She’s set for a while. Time for some fun.
“Now, you fall even deeper into your trance. You go back home, tired but happy about your results.”
“...” Her silence indicated complete receptivity.
“You meet your dearest brother and hug him.”
“Eww...” came the automatic protest, though much weaker now.
“He hugs you back, and you feel his warmth against you. Despite your reluctance, you care for him.”
“Hmpf...” she murmured with diminishing resistance.
“Now you decide you need to take a shower and start to undress.”
Helen’s hands twitched in response to the suggestion.
“Hmmm ... I need...” she whispered, her hands moving to her chest where they brushed against her breasts.
Her fingers found the hem, and she started to pull her top up, exposing her soft underboob, but then she stopped.
What are you doing, Helen? Come on ... come on...
She seemed to have trouble undressing completely in her tranced state and couldn’t remove her top fully.
I went over to her and cautiously touched her shoulder.
“Mhhh...” Helen responded to my touch, twitching slightly but keeping her eyes closed.
I put my hands on her top and fiddled with the shoulder straps.
Good. Now for the hard part.
“You raise your arms to adjust the shower head,” I instructed.
Helen slowly raised her hands, and as soon as her arms were up, I pulled on her top.
I pulled it delicately, slowly prying the thin fabric off her head.
Finally, I pulled the top away from her head, and her breasts dropped, quivering magnificently.
Oh, fuck!
I took a step back to admire my sister.
Now, it was time for me to have some fun. I could make her completely subservient to me.
All right. I can’t just sit here and waste this opportunity.
I decided I wanted her to obey me like a master. It would give me more leverage later.
“You are now attracted to my voice. It is your only pleasure, your only escape from a life of bitterness and resentment. When you come home from training, you want nothing more than to hear this voice ... You truly want it.”
“...” She remained silent, processing the deep suggestion.
“From now on you will obey this voice, no matter what it tells you. It is your only source of truth, your only solace. If this is what you desire, you will answer me.”
“Y-yes...” came her breathless acceptance.
Good. I hope it’s enough for what I have planned for her.
The groundwork was done. Now, I got to have some fun.
“Helen, you feel your body start to tingle with pleasure. It starts in your abdomen and travels up to your stomach and chest.”
“Hmm ... haa...” she responded immediately, her body beginning to react.
“It spreads from there. Reaching your arms, fingers, your legs. It reaches your breasts and your clit.”
“Hmmm ... hhh ... ohhh” she moaned as the sensations I described became real in her mind.
Almost immediately Helen started moaning as her breathing became shallow and labored. I kept talking, coaxing her toward an orgasm.
“Your breasts are now so sensitive anything that touches them sends shivers of pleasure through your body. Anything that touches them, even your clothes, takes you closer to an orgasm.”
“Hnnn ... ohhh ... yes...” she gasped with growing arousal.
“Not only that, but your nipples are also extremely sensitive. Anything that touches them makes your clit throb.”
“Breathing increases your pleasure. Every single breath doubles the sensations in your body.”
Helen squirmed as waves of pleasure pulsed through her. She shifted, pushing her thighs together as she arched her back, her mouth open as she gasped for air.
I stood in front of her, my cock throbbing painfully from anticipation.
I took a good look at her as my hands crept toward her chest. Her head had lolled to the side, and her mouth was open and drooling.
My fingertips brushed the curve of her breasts, and at that moment, Helen moaned, her head rising as she quivered with pleasure.
Oh fuck, oh fuck. I want more.
I pushed my hands deeper and sank them into her huge, smooth breasts, and in that moment, I was in bliss.
“Ah ... mmmhhhh!” she cried out in response to my touch.
Fuck!
They felt different from what I’d imagined. Heavy, soft, juicy. I kneaded Helen’s breasts and moved my fingers to her nipples.
Finally. It’s payback time.
I let go, sending a ripple through them as they dropped.
How the fuck does she walk around with those things strapped to her chest?
I was lost in thought as I kept pinching and twisting Helen’s sensitive, pink nipples.
I squeezed her nipples hard and pulled them, making Helen squeal in surprise.
“Ah! Hey—” she protested even in her trance.
“Just let your sensations guide your body. Let yourself be engulfed in pleasure,” I commanded soothingly.
I pulled her nipples hard, and at that moment, Helen opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn! Oh, God!” she screamed with overwhelming pleasure.
“You will now continue to follow my orders as before. Can you hear me?” I asked with growing authority.
“Y-yes...” she whispered with complete submission.
“Good. You fall deeper into your trance, so deep you will not recall anything from this moment onwards.”
Helen’s cheeks flushed pink as my words started working on her body.
“You will feel the same sensation on your breasts as well. Especially when you have clothes on.”
“Hhhh ... yes...” she agreed breathlessly.
I clapped my hands once, and Helen’s head sank even lower onto her chest.
“And now, when I clap my hands again, you will not answer me with a curt, ‘Yes.’ You will address me as ‘Master,’” I commanded, establishing the dominance dynamic I wanted.
“Yes...” she responded automatically.
“Yes ... what?” I prompted.
“Yes ... master,” she said with perfect submission.
Helen is learning to become quite the submissive little bitch.
“Now, Helen. Raise your head. Show me that pretty face of yours,” I ordered.
“Hnnnnn...” she moaned with the effort.
“Come on, now.”
“Yes ... master,” she replied with complete obedience.
With a bit of coaxing, Helen finally raised her head.
“Now. You are in my power. Raise your head higher and stick your tongue out, so I can spit in it.”
“Nnnn...” she protested weakly but obeyed.
I spat in her mouth and let her sit like that for a moment, savoring the degradation.
“Now be a good slave and swallow.”
Helen obediently swallowed my spit without question.
“I just gave you my spit. Thank me, you ungrateful slave.”
“T-thank you, master,” she whispered with broken submission.
When I had finally had enough, I had Helen put her clothes back on and slowly brought her back to consciousness.
“ ... and ... wake up!”
“Oh! Wow, is it over already? It felt ... so quick,” she said with confusion, blinking as she tried to orient herself.
“Well, no. It took me about half an hour. How do you feel?” I asked, watching her carefully for any signs of conscious memory.
“What did you do? I feel a bit lightheaded. And I feel a bit sore...” she said with growing concern, her hand unconsciously moving to her chest.
Oh really? Where? I’ve never heard of such side effects...
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“It’s just ... um ... never mind,” Helen said quickly, apparently deciding not to pursue the matter.
“You sure? Well then. Do you feel more focused, more capable?” I asked, steering the conversation back to safe territory.
“No. Not really, but I feel a bit better. Before, it felt like everything was going downhill, but now...” she paused, searching for the right words.
“ ... You have a purpose?” I supplied.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, sitting up excitedly, her eyes shining with renewed enthusiasm.
“A-hem. I mean, yeah. I do feel better,” she corrected herself, trying to regain her usual composure.
“Good. Do you remember anything from the session?” I asked carefully.
“I hope I make the team...” she said dreamily.
“Helen!” I interrupted sharply.
“Oh! Yeah, no. I don’t,” she said quickly, snapping back to attention.
I felt relieved. It looked like I was getting the hang of hypnotherapy.
“Good. But you should feel the effects anyway. All right, that’s it. I’ll text you if I need some updates on your progress.”
“What? Why?” she asked with surprise.
“I need to see how effective the therapy still is in a few days. Just some feedback to see what works and what doesn’t,” I explained with professional authority.
Helen’s bratty self showed its familiar face yet again, her expression turning sour.
“I might even send you a few hearts, dear Helen,” I teased.
“Eww! Stop it!” she protested, but without her usual venom.
After thanking me, Helen, probably deciding she’d had enough cutesy stuff for a day, kicked me out of her room.
“Riiing! Riing!”
A text? Now? Is that ... Helen? No, can’t be.
I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Tilda.
Thank you so much, Alex. I had a crazy night! Your therapy worked! He proposed! He ain’t running away now!
Attached was a photo, which I didn’t open. I was going to save it for later.
I was still riding the high from receiving the photo when I heard the front door slam.
Lucy.
I slammed my PC shut. It was time to get back to hypnotherapy.
I went down to the entrance where Lucy was dropping her bag in the corner and removing her shoes. Her posture screamed exhaustion and frustration.
“Hey Lu. Tough day?” I asked with genuine concern.
“Mmm. Yeah,” she replied curtly, not even looking up at me.
“Wanna talk about it?” I offered.
“Ugh. Let’s not,” Lucy said sharply, her tone unusually bitter.
Lucy seemed unusually sour today. I shuddered at the thought. Lucy could never become like Helen.
“Um ... how about we try some hypnotherapy? I could use some practice,” I suggested hopefully.
“ ... I guess,” she agreed with weary resignation.
Soon Lucy was sitting on her bed, still looking miserable.
“ ... and in three, two ... one ... Sleep!”
As expected, Lucy’s eyes fluttered for a few seconds, then she was deep in a trance.
“Now, focus on your breathing, and let yourself sink deeper into your trance.”
I needed to figure out what had happened today to have a chance at fixing her mood.
“You are calm. You are in control. You are back at university.”
“No ... don’t...” she protested with obvious distress.
No? She’s reluctant, that means whatever it was, it happened at uni.
“You are in your class, sitting with your coursemates.”
“I ... don’t...” she continued to resist.
Bingo!
“You see the object of your discomfort in front of you. What is it?”
“Exams...” she whispered with dread.
Exams? She must have gotten a bad grade.
“As you look at your exam results, someone places their hand on your shoulder,” I said, placing my own hand on her slender shoulder. Her skin felt smooth and warm under my touch.
“You turn around. Who do you want to see?”
“ ... Alex ... mm ... hello...” she responded with relief and affection.
Good. I guess the other sessions worked.
“You enjoy being with your brother. He is your only source of joy.”
“...” Her silence indicated complete acceptance.
“You hug him.”
“ ... mmmm ... thank you...” she said with genuine gratitude.
“And now, your troubles are gone, but Alex remains with you. And now, as you hug him, something else stirs inside you.”
Here we go.
“The sensation fills you, coursing through your abdomen, making your body pulse with pleasure.”
“Pleasuring yourself and being with your brother give you the same sensations. The same peace, the same lust.”
“...” She remained receptive to the suggestion.
“It is because of one that you can enjoy the other. Your orgasms have become stronger since your brother came home. He is the source of your pleasure.”
“Yes...” she agreed breathlessly.
Lucy’s cheeks became pink. I tried to control myself. She was so fragile and open, I would have liked nothing more than to undress her right there on the bed and grab her soft breasts. The urge almost overwhelmed me, but I took a deep breath and calmed down.
Don’t fuck it up, Alex.
“Good, now remember the good sensations that run through your body when you’re with him. Let those sensations flow through you, let them rest in your abdomen.”
“Mmmmmhhh...” she moaned softly as the suggestion took hold.
Lucy’s hand crept to her lap, slowly inching its way across her thighs, where it rested just inches away from her pussy. I wondered if she was already wet.
Just a little nudge, Lucy, and you’ll show me how much of your essay is true.