Chapter 1

“How’s it going?” Mrs. Andrews asked as she poked her head through the doorway. “Brought you some iced tea.”

“Thanks! Almost there.” Rory made sure that the older woman only saw the back of the laptop as he worked away. The 20-year-old tech had broken through Mrs. Andrews’ dead husband’s password a while ago but was poking around for anything of interest. He figured that his voluptuous client was about 40, with wavy auburn hair, and she exuded a MILF-y aura that Rory appreciated, so he figured he’d see if he could find any racy pics or videos. After she left the room and he sipped at the delicious drink, he noticed a hidden folder. “Gotcha!” he commented to himself and adjusted the permissions to open it up. There were a couple of video files which he quickly copied over to his USB stick. It took a few minutes and filled up the little drive before he pocketed it, re-hid the folder, and called out to Mrs. Andrews.

He had her sit down at the desk so that he could walk her through checking email, browsing the web, etc. As he stood over her while her attention was focused on the screen, he got a bird’s-eye view down her blouse at what he figured were D-cup breasts, her decolletage sprinkled with sun-kissed freckles. Glorious. “So this is pretty much as your husband left it, other than me removing the password and setting it up for your email address. If you find it slow, I can reset it back to factory ... that should make it faster, but we’ll have to re-set up your email.”

She got up and startled at how close he was standing. “Oh!” They both took a step back. “Thank you ... I think I’ll have a look through it for anything I’d like to keep first and then let you know.”

Safe at home, Rory transferred the videos to his home computer. The one with the latest date gave an error ... stupid cheap USB stick! he raged. He tried recovering the file but it was no use. He yanked the drive out and started the other video. It was shot from what looked like a camera on a tripod, looking over the shoulder of a large man, Mr. Andrews, Rory presumed, and Mrs. Andrews was laying in her bed, though under the covers, unclothed and looking eager. Had Rory found some amateur porn?

“Are you ready, Gabby?” the man asked.

“Yes ... I sleep better when you hypnotize me ... thank you, Wally ... my job’s so stressful.”

The man nodded. “I can’t even imagine teaching university students all day ... just dealing with our daughter’s trouble enough.”

Ah, Rory nodded, Mrs. Andrews was an actual MILF. He wondered how old her daughter was.

“Okay, let’s begin,” the man continued. “Pickle peach.”

As Rory watched, his brow furrowed, Mrs. Andrews’ smile softened. She seemed unfocused.

“Now, honey,” the man continued, “I know we’ve been working on helping you relax so you can sleep better, but I have needs as well, and you haven’t been meeting them. From now on, when you hear your activation phrase, you will see the man you married, even though I look different now, and you will be that sexy, wanton woman I took as my newlywed wife. Pickle peach.”

Mrs. Andrews blinked and looked up at her husband. “Oh, Wally ... come to bed, baby ... let’s make love.” She threw off the covers, revealing her large, teardrop-shaped boobs with massive pink areolas, and Rory gasped ... they were incredible! Her husband leapt onto the bed and buried his face in them. Rory felt jealous of the rotund man and unconsciously angled his head to get a better look past him, but of course the camera was static, so there was no better vantage to be had. Soon, the older man had removed his clothes, but since he was closer to the camera, all Rory could see was the guy’s blubbery, hairy ass. He moved the video forward a bit ... nope, still old guy butt, this time thrusting between his wife’s shapely legs ... moving forward, Rory started it back up as Mrs. Andrews climbed astride her husband, showing off her amazing rounded behind before she started riding him, her fantastic boobs bouncing as she fucked him.

Rory pulled out his hard cock and started stroking, keeping his eyes only on the MILF, pretending that it was him that she was riding, not that old blob, though Mr. Andrews looked like he was maybe only in his late forties. When she reared up and gasped in orgasm, Rory grabbed some tissues and spurted his load into them.

Her husband didn’t last much longer. Rory almost turned the video off when she dismounted, but then the older man spoke up, “Gabby, after you hear the deactivation phrase, if you have my cum in or on you, just take care of it however you used to when we were having regular sex and don’t be concerned about it. Peach pickle.”

With that, Mrs. Andrews gave him a peck on the cheek and rolled over to sleep. Her husband, realizing that the camera was still on, knee-waddled to the edge of the bed, inadvertently giving Rory a full-on, dry heave-inducing shot of his dangling genitalia, before switching the device off. The video stopped.

Rory just sat there. “Holy shit.”

“Hi, Mrs. Andrews!” Rory greeted the voluptuous older woman as she opened the door in a blouse and capris showing off her large bust and shapely legs.

“Hello, Cory! Come on in...”

“It’s Rory.”

“Sorry, Rory! Oh, that almost rhymed.” She made way for him to enter the house. “You know where the office is ... do you want some iced tea?”

“Yes please.”

The first thing Rory did was copy the video that had failed to a new, more expensive USB stick that he had just purchased. He had just palmed the drive when Mrs. Andrews came into the home office with his drink. It had been a hot day so he immediately took a gulp. “Mmm! You make the best iced tea, Mrs. Andrews.”

“Thank you ... the secret is putting a little lemonade mix in.”

“I’ll have to remember that. Okay, I’ve started the restore process, so we have some time.” He put down his glass and thought quickly as he gazed at it. “Say, I’ve heard of a new flavor of iced tea ... it’s kind of weird...”

She looked at him with a smile. “Yes?”

“Pickle peach.”

Rory had re-watched the video several times and noticed that with the way that Mr. Andrews had phrased his commands, he had inadvertently opened up his wife’s hypnotic control to anyone who knew the activation phrase: “You will see the man you married, even though I look different now,” he had told her. With his slim form, Rory couldn’t have looked any more different than the overweight older man. If the trigger phrase didn’t work for him, the worst that would happen would be her reacting to a disgusting new flavor of iced tea.

She blinked as she looked at him intently, confusion on her face.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as he stood up from the desk.

Her smile broke through the fog. “Oh, Wally! There you are.”

Rory felt relief washing over him. It worked!

Mrs. Andrews strode forward to take his face in her hands and give him a tonguey kiss. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, my darling.”

He had heard that her morbidly obese husband had died of a heart attack a few weeks ago, so that lined up. He hugged her, inhaling her floral perfume before moving his hands along her back and down to her rounded butt.

She broke the kiss. “Mm, someone’s frisky ... why don’t we go to bed?” She took his hand, pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom, which Rory recognized from the video, and then began unfastening her blouse. “Well?” She looked him up and down.

He quickly pulled off his t-shirt and kept his eye on Mrs. Andrews as she removed her top. As he pulled down his jeans, she unfastened her large bra and he gasped at the sight of her dangling D-cups with those large areolas that he’d only seen on a dark, grainy video. Once he was naked and she had finished pulling off her capris and panties, he moved forward to take those gorgeous boobs in hand. He marveled at the weight of her mammaries, the largest he’d ever gotten his hands on. The one girlfriend he’d had a year ago had smaller breasts ... no comparison! He pulled one of her large nipples into his mouth.