[This is inspired by "Jill's New Baby" by Pshadme.]

Robert's eyes were almost closed but still he struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But she was making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared him now danced inside his drooping eyelids. Her musky perfume filled his nostrils, tranquilizing him when he should be terrified. Her voice was cooing and inviting, promising him repose... and relief. He could no longer push away the soft hand on his cock, massaging him, stroking him, making him want to come so bad. Still he resisted. He knew, somehow, that as long as he did not orgasm he was not lost. That was her teasing almost irresistibly tempting offer: let her make him come, give in to her touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt his will into hers.

How did this happen? How could he have blundered from a difficult relation with his pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If he had only known that Dr. Ruth was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! He had always feared hypnosis, sensing in his depths perhaps, that he was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was his problem with Debra; he could never stand up to her. He made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept him nearly broke. He suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when he was twenty five and had plans for him to make her pregnant so he would have to marry her. He knew he should extricate himself from her clutches before she sucked him into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when he decided he needed psychological counseling to give himself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented him with her bulging tummy. He had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like Dr. Ruth, who greeted him in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made her still more imposing. But she had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as she ushered him into the dimly lit office and had him sit down in such a way he could almost see up her smock. He was embarrassed to find himself constantly losing his train of thought, distracted by her large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as she crossed and re-crossed her long, stockinged legs.

She let him talk about his weakness, how Debra made him do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate him. Before he knew it, she was paraphrasing his story back to him, explaining to him how weak he was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making him stare at her breasts until he was so horny she could do anything she wanted with him. Debra knew that he could not keep his eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that he would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until he was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, his mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did he realize what was going on: Ruth was hypnotizing him. But by then he was at a disadvantage. He did not know when or how she had pushed down his trousers and had a hand between his legs, doing wonderful things to him as she spoke. He fought her intrusion into his mind with all his waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into his body and brain, borne on her fingers and lilting words. But he was still holding out. He had to hold out!

Then he felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened his mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. She felt it too, too, and stroked him slightly faster. "That's it Bobby! You're going to come... so good. You're going to let me make you come. Don't fight it, Bobby. Poor, sleepy baby. You know you want to come... so bad. Come for ME Sweetie. Come and sleep. Come... to sleep. Come... to sleep. Come, Bobby!"

It was over. At her final command, Robert felt the orgasm well up and wash away his last grip on his senses. He did not explode; her manipulation of his sex had been too gentle. He overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if he could have felt embarrassment. He did not spurt; come dribbled and oozed into her hand from his softening prick. Not a little, for she had been stimulating him too well and too long. On and on, she encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down his deflating penis, milking him, draining him. "Such a good boy, Bobby. Such a lot of nice cum for Ruthie, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now Ruthie's baby can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep, Bobby. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last word the young man heard were, "Goodnight... baby."

The next words Robert heard seemed to come much later. Light streamed in a window with frilly curtains. Robert felt warm and safe and snuggled up to the large, soft, feminine body that held him close. "Oh, is my sleepy baby awake?" Robert felt a hand between his legs. "Oh, I think so," the voice chuckled. Such a good boy, always ready to make Mommy happy."

Robert naturally did not wonder where he was or how he got here. He was with Mommy Ruth and he was happy that he had made his Mommy happy.

"I believe Bobby is ready to make Mommy happy again. Would you like to do that, Bobby?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Does Mommy's baby want to make Mommy really, REALLY happy?"

"Oh yes, Mommy. How?"

Ruth smiled. "You know how Mommy likes you to kiss her boom-booms." Where had he dredged up that infantilism for her breasts, she wondered.

"Yes, Mommy. I like top kiss your boom-booms."

"I know you do, darling. Well you can kiss Mommy other places to make Mommy feel good, Sweetie," she smiled adding a little mystery to her voice.

"Where, Mommy?" Ruth's answer was to push his head down to her waist. "In your belly button, Mommy?" Robert giggled.

"Yes, start there, Baby. Mommy likes that. Oh, yes! Just like that." Ruth was glad that her navel was getting reamed by the long hard tongue of a healthy young man, even if he thought he was a child. It was making her wet again.

"Mommy likes that a lot, Bobby. Now a little lower." She gently pushed again.

"Mommy, you have hair down there!"

"Yes, Baby, I do. That's Mommy's 'pussy.' Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes. I like it Mommy, but it tickles my nose."

"Just push it aside and keep kissing Mommy. Yes, Oh God Yes!" Ruth gasped.

"You smell funny, Mommy."

"Yes, Sweetie. That's my special 'Mommy scent' because I'm really enjoying the way you kiss her down there. Do you like my Mommy scent?"

"Uh huh... Oh, Mommy, you taste good!"

Ruth was in heaven. With little prompting Robert was licking the wetness from her pussy lips, then moving, teasing and playing with her. His bitch girlfriend had apparently trained him to muff munch. Her loss. Ruth could feel an orgasm approach and his tongue hadn't even touched... "Yes BABYYYYYY!"

Ruth screamed in ecstasy as the climax hit her. Hard. She always came hard when she was well eaten, but she seldom squirted as she just felt. This boy was amazing, a natural submissive, eager to please. He has just tongued her to a shattering climax, lapped up her juices, and kept going. She could hardly believe her luck. A naïve and soon-to-be-rich, baby-faced stud had walked into her office and practically asked her to enslave him. She almost laughed aloud watching his knees grow week as he stared at her in her mini-smock and well-displayed breasts. She made sure he saw a lot more of those puppies. He was so ashamed of getting an erection as she shot him the beaver while they talked, that he paid no attention to her subtle induction. How easily she slipped him into a light trance and pulled down his pants. Bingo! His cock was already dribbling precum. No man had ever been able to resist her once she got her hand on his prick.

Oh, the boy had put up a fight -- cute but ineffectual efforts that she soothed away with her hand on his sex. And when she made him come, he went under deep. She had no trouble taking the sex-dazed young man home with her for a night of mind-bending sex. In fact, she could not resist having him escort her, his arm around her waist like a young lover in the thrall of a mature woman -- as he was, but in ways passersby could not suspect. Conditioning him had been even easier than she expected. Because of his amazingly quick recovery, he was soon horny again after each bout and ready to be fucked into another trance, deeper each time. And this perfect treasure with his head between her legs was HERS. The possibilities were astounding.

She touched his chin to look into his alert but uncomprehending eyes. Robert was startled, but quickly saw that Mommy had screamed with pleasure, not pain. Pleasure he had given her. He waited happily as Mommy panted several minutes before she could speak.

"Such a good baby," she sighed, still a little out of breath from the strong climax. "You make Mommy Ruth very happy, Bobby. I'm going to keep you for my baby. Do you like that?"

Robert nodded. He had never considered that Mommy would NOT keep him. He was relieved.

"You know, Bobby, you are such a good baby Mommy's going to play a game with you. Do you want to play a game with Mommy?" she asked, adjusting her breast to allow Robert to nurse more comfortably. Ruth had been surprised and embarrassed the first time she let a boy kiss her breasts and MILK came out. That boy had been a bit scared by it, but Ruth soon fond that most men loved it. Better, she discovered it seemed to make them docile and malleable. She was using her breasts and her breast milk to take advantage of men even before she learned explicitly how to hypnotize them. She let Robert suckle a few drops of the soothing milk before continuing.