Chapter 8

“Getting To Know My MILF Mother Better”, or, “Dungeon Dreams”.

Hey, I blame all my asocial psychopathic tendencies on Mom, and my early childhood. Six months after their actual marriage, when she was a ripe old age of 18, Mom became pregnant, and had us. Us is, Alice, Barb (Barbara), and me, James. She tells us, and everyone else that will listen, all the time, that we almost killed her while she was carrying us to term.

A normal pregnancy with one child lasts about 40 weeks, 280 days. The average length of a pregnancy for triplets is 34 weeks. Its actually physically dangerous for the mother after that 238 days. Mom dropped us on day 242, we were 4 days overdue, Anyway after we were naturally delivered, the most painful excruciating experience (torture?) in her life according to Mom, she had her tubes tied. She also tells us it was an accident she got pregnant with us in the first place, and she doesn’t want to repeat the process. We were also denied her breasts.

Yes, you heard right, we were put in the care of a nanny, and put on baby formula from the very beginning. As you might have guessed by now Mom was not ... has never been ... the maternal nurturing motherly type. She’s not no Florence Henderson, playing Carol Brady, on The Brady Bunch, mother to a large blended family with six children living the great American middle class dream in mythical Suburbia. She’s more like Katey Sagal, as Peg Bundy, in Married with Children, if anything, ha, ha. No huggy feelly with Mom, but Mom is a very sexual person. Mom is definitely the dominant one in the marital relationship, if anything Dad is a submissive wimp that has very little paternal feelings toward us his offspring at all, and always avoids us as much as possible when he’s home, which is hardly ever since we’re grown now. I’ll also grudgingly admit that the Twins may have some ... well more than some actually ... Daddy issues that we’re still working on at the moment, ha, ha.

Mom, formally Miss Linda Flanigan, went back to using her maiden name after she emancipated us at 15. She’s not only a top scientist at the Lab, she’s one of the senior partners now of a big high priced lobbing firm, Haskins, Gabbel, and Smitt, LLC. They have major offices in LA, Washington, DC, and even in the middle of the Financial District of Lower Manhattan in New York City, Wall Street itself, among other places. Mom is fond of saying that there’s really no difference between Hollywood and DC ... actors and politicians ... Mom’s always saying, “Acting and politics both involve fooling people. People like being fooled by actors. When you get right down to it, they probably like being fooled by politicians even more. A skillful actor will make you think, but a skillful politician will make you never have to think, ha, ha.”

Hey, Mom comes from a rich old money family of Chicago mobsters, well that was where they got their start anyway, but they’re mostly legit now. Mom was in Mensa the Genius Club at 14 with a Stanford Binet IQ of 142, and she started off working in Dad’s lab. But besides the advanced degrees in physics, and chemistry, she’s got advanced degrees in sociology, psychology, and even degrees in law. She’s even a member of several Bars.

When I ... and latter the Twins ... were researching Mom’s job we were shocked to find out that when we Goggled the Firm’s name some rather shady tabloid stories showed up. They were really nasty gossip accounts. They hinted that she, Mom, is nothing but a high priced “Madam”, and the Firm a brothel of prostitutes, and call-girls, all to buy some dirty politicians off. I think they call that kind of writing, “Assassination by Innuendo”. They really didn’t say it outright for fear of being sued for libel, and slander I guess, but that’s what they hinted at strongly. When we actually checked, sure enough there was a connection between the Firm, an escort service, a modeling agency, and Creative Actors Agency.

Hey, I can’t say I was really surprised, or shocked, as I’ve already told you Mom’s not the huggy feelly maternal nurturing motherly type. Mom is a very sexual person. Mom’s favorite event of the year is her special, “By Invitation Only”, Halloween party where ... you guessed it ... she dresses up as Elvira; Mistress of the Dark. She puts on the long black wig, and the specially made custom long slinky black silk dress that’s split open all the way down the front to expose her magnificent boobs, and shaved and pierced cunt. Mom has both nipples, her belly button, and clit pierced with these large shiny, lets say 19 mm (3/4”), solid 14-karat gold horseshoe barbells with their gold balls on each end. Then she struts her stuff in front of all her drooling male admirers from the Lab, Capital Hill, and Pentagon.

We, me and the Twins, only learned of these wild parties, believe it or not, when we turned 15. That was when we were officially emaciated. Up until then we were always packed off with our tutors to Disney’s Magical Kingdom, Disneyland Park, in Anaheim, California for the week. I really miss those vacations now. Disneyland is super cool.

Anyway Mom was ... still is for that matter ... this big shot Top Secret scientist working at Forest Hills Labs, in LA, on these hush, hush Top Secret projects. Mom got mad that her projects, and funding kept getting canceled, and/or cut, and/or her needed materials reallocated. So Mom gets fed up, and starts researching how these things are done, and the next thing we know Mom is a member of the Bar, and registered lobbyist. She got so good at it that the Firm approached her, and made her, “An Offer She Couldn’t Refuse”, ha, ha.

I don’t want you to think, or get the impression that Mom is a nymphomaniac, a woman with uncontrollable, or excessive, sexual desires. By the way the head shirkers throw it all into “hypersexuality” today. Compulsive sexual behaviors that may involve a variety of commonly enjoyable sexual experiences. Voyeurism, cybersex, multiple sexual partners, use of pornography, BDSM. There is nothing uncontrolled about Mom. Mom is actually a bisexual dominatrix with her own little dungeon in the city, and is into bondage and discipline, which brings up endless possibilities to work with. BDSM is the abbreviations for, B/D (Bondage and Discipline), D/s (Dominance and submission), and S/M (Sadism and Masochism). It really just turns out that Mom just really enjoys sex like any normal girl should without all the taboos society sticks on it.

It turns out that the Oxytocin, Pitocin, the nasal spray I’ve been having both Twins use when they see me, or think of me, and the body spray I’ve been using are much more effective than I thought possible. In fact I think it seems to be addictive to them. I have found that they both want ... even need ... to sniff my crotch like two bitch dogs in heat now, and no I didn’t train them that way with the hypnosis. I’ve even found that each has stolen a pair of my dirty cum stained jockey shorts out of the cloths hamper. Believe it or not they seem to need to smell me as they sleep now.

As I had researched turning my twin sisters into my loyal pets I had stumbled onto Oxytocin and Prolactin. Studies report, and my own experiment seems to support it, that Oxytocin is involved and influences basic human behavior and bonding. Both of them are the hormones produced during breast feeding that work together to make milk, establish a letdown, and keep up with the supply and demand of a nursing infant. Production of Prolactin is stimulated by the baby sucking at the breast, and its primary function is to make more milk.

Not only is Oxytocin the love hormone it seems, but it is also one of the two most essential hormones in milk secretion while increasing the bond between mother and baby during breast feeding. Prolactin on the other hand helps stimulate lactation cells to produce milk and increases milk production reflex. Oxytocin also helps contract the muscles around the milk follicle to guide milk to the nipple, increasing the ejection reflex. Oxytocin is strongly secreted during breast feeding, which also helps to strengthen the bond between mother and baby.

Artificial hormones that are taken to start milk production in non-pregnant women are estrogen and/or progesterone. Progesterone and estrogen levels are high during pregnancy and taking these hormones artificially help to make the body think it is pregnant. Estrogen and progesterone play a key role in breast development in pregnancy too. Combination pills are composed of estrogen and progestin, a synthetic form of progesterone and are readily available as birth control, the good old “Pill”.

After consulting with the Twins, or should I say the Twins consulting me, ha, ha, I have decided that I will turn Mom, Linda, into my very own milkmaid. What does Mom look like you ask? Think Cassandra Peterson, the real life Cassandra Peterson, not her alter ego Elvira: Mistress of the Dark, 5 foot 7, 34D cup size, 38-26-37. Mom has both nipples, her belly button, and clit pierced with these large shiny, lets say 19 mm (3/4”), solid 14-karat gold horseshoe barbells with their gold balls on each end. It’s a pity they have to go.

The first step in turning Mom into my favorite milkmaid was to get Mom to preparing her magnificent breasts to produce milk. Also remember that Mom never nursed us to begin with, and she actually used hormones to dry up her mammary glands (breasts, tits, knockers, etc.) up where she could get back to work without suffering embarrassing milk leakage. This will be a totally new experience for Mom as well as us. I had no trouble deepening Mon’s ... Linda’s ... ASMR, Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response trance recording every night, she had none of the hang-ups the Twins had had. It was quite easy to adjust her diet, and add the 2 hormones, progesterone, estrogen to it.

Believe it or not all any girl ... female ... really needs to start producing milk is to start really playing with her breasts, and especially her nipples, all the studies show going all the way back to the late 20s. (Note; I intend to test this theory out on the Twins. Each Twin acting as a breast pump for the other Twin and adding the baby crying in the background to their nightly ASMR recording.)

Luckily Mom had larger than normal size breasts, puffy standout areola, and large erect nipples, just like the Twins. As a foot note here, there is such a thing as an inverted nipple that makes nursing hard for some women. At that point I started having Mom hand massage her breasts every night while hypnotized. Palpitate just means feeling herself up as she slept. 21 days, 3 weeks, latter she began to have temper tantrums, and mood swings, and complain about the soreness in her breasts. Based on my observations, I removed her completely from the progesterone and estrogen, but began adding prolactin, and a small dose of a common testosterone drug for men, At this point I also convinced her deeply hypnotized mind that a breast pump would get rid of that soreness in her breasts.

On day 35, 5 weeks latter, I learned that we had liftoff. For those of you who haven’t figured out all this hormone stuff yet, a woman who is taking that mixture of estrogen and progestin is tricking her body into thinking it’s pregnant, since those two hormones occur naturally during pregnancy. As a result, the pituitary gland in the brain fails to trigger the release of other hormones that cause the discharge of eggs, and pregnancy is averted among other things. One of those “other things” is preparing the mammary glands for milk production. As a result breast size commonly increases with the use of birth control pills.

Through the rapid removal of those 2 hormone drugs, and the adding of prolactin and testosterone, in conjunction with her hand massages, and the use of the breast pump, I was simulating the hormonal equivalent of giving birth. Nursing is accomplished routinely after delivery, so that should start the flow of milk I reasoned. At 49 days, 7 weeks, she came to us that morning, trying to communicate a “strange tingling feeling” in her breasts during the latest pumping session. I thought it was too early in the process to be expressing milk, and I didn’t even try to explain the “let-down reflex” to her, thinking that would just lead to psychosomatic problems. But as luck would have it at noon her milk came in suddenly and she gushed for a first time, almost 2 ounces.

The murky fluid she had pumped out was obviously mostly lymphatic excretions, not the expression of colostrum, or milk for that matter. Colostrum, also known as beestings, or first milk, is the first form of milk produced by the mammary glands of all mammals immediately following delivery of the newborn baby. Most mammals species will begin to generate colostrum just prior to giving birth. Colostrum has an especially high amount of bioactive compounds compared to mature milk.

But what did we expect you have to ask yourself at this point. A normal full-term pregnancy, if you’re carrying a single baby, is between the start of 39 weeks, or up to the end of 40 weeks, that’s 273- 280 days. She had produced this in only 49 days, 7 weeks. But now that she had started it would get better we told her. On top of all that, the breast is an erogenous zone in more than 95% of women, and Mom’s breasts were very sensitive now she discovered.

So far Mom had continued to work, going in to her offices each day, not even really aware anything had changed, but for the next stage of Mom’s ... development? ... training? ... I had her take a month off as vacation time. I also had her tell everyone she would be out of touch for awhile. I had looked into Mom’s ... well our finances now ... and with Mom’s portfolio of blue chip stocks and investments ... even with all our expenses, we were well off. Mom could retire comfortably tomorrow.

Training tha dominant Mistress to be a slave to the needs of her breasts.

“You remember the pleasing sleepy feeling you get from being hypnotized by me don’t you Linda.” I started off my new programing of Mom under the guise of ASMR, Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Under hypnosis she readily admitted she didn’t have a big incest taboo phobia, she just thought of us still as children, so I had to change that.

“You remember how good it feels to follow my words, and to allow them to lead you into a even deeper trance don’t you Linda.” I said on the audio.

“Letting my words just wash over you, and guide you deeper and deeper into this pleasant sleep you love so well.”

“You can already feel the familiar fog descending over your tired weak mind can’t you Linda.”

“As the fog descends over you, you notice its a blanket of warmth over you. Your thoughts are already beginning to slow.”

“Your mind is beginning to feel sluggish. It becomes easier to just focus on my words and ignore your surroundings.”

“Let your body relax deeply into the bed your laying on Linda.”

“All your muscle tension melts away, and you let your limbs go limp and weak. As you let conscious thoughts of your body drift off it becomes even easier to focus on my words. As you focus more and more on my words you feel the fluffy clouds continue to grow in your head.”

“Your eyelids are beginning to flutter, and it takes all your strength just to keep them open as you focus on my words.”

“And as you fall deeper asleep the fog thickens in your mind.”

“Your thoughts move more and more slowly through this thick haze that fills up more and more of your mind.”

“You feel this murkiness spreading over your entire consciousness.”

“The warm fog is spreading more and more in your head. It seems to be filling every corner of your mind. As it spreads and thickens it slows the thoughts that try to pass through it more and more Linda.”

“Every conscious idea you try to generate just gets stuck in the fog.”

“Your thoughts never seem to get where you are trying to send them. They just get lost in the fog and end up drifting off into nowhere, and every time you lose a thought there is an even thicker cloud waiting to take the next one.”

“You find it so harder and harder to care because the fog is so warm and pleasant, like a warm blanket covering you.”

“You feel the clouds descending over your mind like a warm blanket, and as it wraps tighter and tighter your lips part slightly in a blissful smile.”

“You breathe in, and out deeply. In, and out deeply. In, and out deeply.”

“Each breathe takes you deeper. Each breath floats you deeper and deeper into my hypnosis trance. Each breath you take pumps more and more of the warm pleasant fog into your tired sleepy mind.”

“Keep following my words and let your own thoughts stop. No need to think just let your own thoughts stop Linda.”

“Remember how easy it is to slip away, just to let go, and how much you love being my good little sleepy girl for me. Remember how much you love being hypnotized and controlled by me.”

“You feel the moment approaching where your thinking mind, your consciousness will just shut off, and your mind will be completely empty except for the warm cloud of your hypnotic trance. You will have no thoughts of your own. You will be completely open to whatever thoughts, or desires I put into you.”

“Your body is completely limp on your bed. If you could see your eyes they are glazed over and empty. You are the perfect image of submission and helplessness Linda.”

“You want it to happen to you, now let it happen to you.”

“Let the fog completely block out all your cares and worries. Let the warm blanketing fog wash them away. You feel your last thought slipping away, but your head is too fuzzy and murky, too slow for you to grab it, and it’s gone now Linda.”

“You have no thoughts. Your mind is completely empty. You are completely bank.”

“Hypnosis has washed your brain clean Linda. You are obedient and submissive, and now I will put my own thoughts in your empty head to deepen your submission and take even more control of you Linda.”

“I am going to take your mind someplace else now.”

“Visualize yourself standing in front of a large full length mirror Linda.” I say to the now hypnotized Linda asleep in her own bed. “Your in the bathroom of a hotel room, our hotel room Linda, and your getting ready to go out for the evening with me. Your applying your make-up absentmindedly. You run the lipstick over your lips in the dreamy foggy haze that has hung over you since you started getting dressed. This foggy haze has been a regular occurrence lately hasn’t it Linda.”

“Yes, hard to think ... so much fog ... haze...” Linda mumbled back to the empty air.

“I come into the bathroom, and wrap my arms around you from behind, kissing you softly on the side of your lovely neck. You can’t see my face.”

“Is my beautiful date almost ready,” I say to you. You turn your head, and smile warmly up at me.

“Hey there, sorry girls take so long.” You giggle back to me.

“I kiss you on the lips lightly so I don’t mess up your hard work. Then I tighten my embrace around you.”

“How much longer are you going to take sweetheart?” I ask plaintively again.

You pause and develop a pensive look on your face. “I ... I think I’m ... I should be ... I can’t seem to remember ... I...” You try to respond back with increasing confusion, and pleading eyes.

“Shhh,” I whisper to you while you are still struggling to form an answer. “That’s okay sweetheart just relax. You should just take a look at what you have done so far honey.” I direct you to look in the mirror.

You look into the mirror and your sluggish thoughts struggle to process what is staring back at you. Your wearing a short black slip thing, and the straps of a garter belt are attached to fishnet stockings on your long slim legs. Spaghetti straps hold up a black top that is far too small for your large full lactating breasts. Your creamy bosoms is exposed in the neon blue pushup bra your wearing, and much of your tummy is showing too.

Your lips are covered with a thick bright red lipstick, your eyes are outlined by dark eye shadow of the same neon blue as your bra, and your lashes show a heavy helping of mascara that I’ve come to expect you to wear for me in the weeks I’ve come to own you. Your heavy gold stainless steel 14 mm Cuban Link chain training collar is wrapped around your neck tightly enough that you feel it with every deep breath and swallow you take. The large heavy gold heart-shaped tag hanging off it is engraved: “Mastered and Owned by JJ”, you somehow know without having to look.