(Everyone is 18+)
The voice, her Son’s voice, whispered in her mind. Spread your ass. She did, eagerly, pink manicured nails pulling open her most private of places. Her own Son, tall and beautiful, watched her. He was amused at something but her attention was pulled to his cock. Big and hard and covered in her saliva. It was going to make her feel soo fucking good.
–+–
2 weeks earlier.
–+–
He raised his wand, pointed it at her, and said, “Imperio!”
It was the most wonderful feeling. She felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in her head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. She stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of being watched.
And then she heard her Son’s voice, echoing in some distant chamber of her empty brain:
Tell me why you wanted this…
She opened her mouth obediently, preparing to talk.
Tell me why you wanted this…
Why though? Why should she explain her secret shame to her son. She didn’t want to do that, even if her traitorous pussy juiced at the thought.
Tell me why you wanted this…
No.
With that the curse was thrown off leaving her panting. She didn’t listen to see if he said more. She fled the room as tears of shame and anger dripped, scalding, down her face. Half running to her bedroom, her empty mess of a bedroom. Why had her husband left her? Why was she such a wreck? She locked the door, as was becoming common, locking away the world and then curling up on the bed.
It took a few hours to calm back down. To pluck up the courage to apologize. That’s when there was a knock on the bedroom door.
She took a few deep, calming, breaths and prepared to try and defuse this situation. Maybe if she spoke the right words they could try again tonight. He just needed some encouragement and he would be able to do it. That was it.
She opened the door and her Son was there, when had he got so tall? When he came back from that school she supposed. Gods but so much of that childhood was gone. He was a man now and he looked … disgusted. Oh shit. Too late she realised he could see into the room. See the discarded clothes and the wine bottles.
She had meant to tidy all of that but lacked the drive or the self control. It…
He raised his hand, his wand pointed at her face. This time there was no hesitation, no wavering of his voice. “Imperio”
Every thought and feeling, every doubt, was scoured from her mind. It was freedom. Freedom from her own mind. Her own failures.
“Oh!” She gasped. A sound of surprise tinged with arousal.
Then her Son’s voice was there, inside her mind, to help her. To give her bearings and direction.
Explain…
And she did. How could she not. She spoke without even needing to think. A babble of words. Her husband leaving her. The mess of her life. The books she read. Discarded school books and then more. Hunting in the wizard bookshops to try and find something to help. It was difficult for a Muggle, for that is what they called people like her, but not impossible.
Then she had found the book detailing the curse. The blessing. If this worked then she would always carry a bit of her son with her, in her mind, encouraging her. She wouldn’t have to worry about lack of self control.
The curse was strong, this time, so her mouth continued to spill secrets that she would never dare air. The masturbation sessions. The sheer seductive power of a man having that sort of control.
He looked uncomfortable as she finished her explanation but he didn’t relinquish his control. Thank the gods for small mercies. Then his voice spoke inside of her mind again.
Tidy up.
She smiled as this was acceptence in a way. Her own Son hadn’t abandoned her. Then her eyes widened and her smile grew further as she realised that there was no resisting that beautiful voice.
She was still there though and so she kissed her son on the cheek and thanked him before turning happily and starting to sort her life out.
There was a spring in her steps and a wiggle in her hips that hadn’t been there in… years, way before her husband left her. She glanced behind her as she picked up a thong and her Son blushed, stammered and fled.
–+–
1 week later (Still 1 week before spreading her ass)
–+–
She positively attacked life now. The house sparkled. She had even helped convert the basement into a potions laboratory. All of the ideas that she had had while reading were slowly coming to life.
They talked a lot these days and they had both come to realise that she was talented at this. At research. At turning magic into practical applications. She laughed, delighted, as she debated magical theory with him. He had smiled that handsome grin when she had plucked up the courage to ask for some magical aid.
Her skin was deliciously soft to touch now, and touch it she did. In the privacy of her room she ran her hands over her hair-free body and marvelled at magic. Oh, she still had her raven locks but after rubbing that pungent paste over her body all of the body hair had come away with it.
“Stop getting yourself off to the thought of me mind controlling you.”
That was what his voice had whispered one night when she had been a bit too loud. He was still concerned about that, she could tell … but still, that command left a lot open to interpretation. Well, every fantasy at the moment was about him mind controlling her but the other bit, that she could work with.
Her fingers bought her to the edge again and again and again. Her pussy was always soaked now, she was living her very own sexual fantasy after all, and every spare moment she could find she pushed herself right up against the peak.
He would find out soon, she was sure. Find out what a naughty Mommy she was. The way she frigged her clit right up to the point where his command would echo through her mind. Don’t get off… She translated it as Don’t cum.
She knew he wasn’t actively controlling her right now but it didn’t matter.
“Please sir, please let me cum this time. I’ve been such a good girl ” she whispered aloud.
Don’t cum.
“Yes sir. yes sir.” she gasped as she moved her hands away. Her body bucking to try and get some stimulation, anything to help crest that peak.
“Thank-you sir” She moaned into her pillow as her tight little pussy clenched uselessly around nothing.
(Stay tuned for part 2. I am also trying to improve my writing so any advice or tips or typos, please do point them out x)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ot48n0/please_son_i_want_you_to_cast_imperio_on_me_mf