Ben woke up and stumbled into Trippy’s kitchen. Natalia was busy fluttering around the house in a skimpy maid’s outfit, dusting everything in sight, while Trippy puttered around the kitchen, wearing a thin cotton apron and nothing else.  Ben lingered in the doorway, admiring his new lover’s hips and plump ass before clearing his throat.

“Good morning, girls!” He said, nonchalantly.

The girls’ heads spun toward him, their eyes lighting up.

“Good morning, Beeeennnn!!” They sighed, their faces melting into blissful smiles. Ben gave Natalia a kiss, reaching around to tickle her trimmed pussy. She giggled in delight.

“What’s for breakfast, sweetheart?” he asked, strutting over to Trippy and smacking her bare, meaty ass. “Pancakes?”

“Maybe for dessert, handsome. For now, I was thinking about some bacons, eggs and…uhm…”

She glanced down as Ben opened his robe, his fat cock already chubbing up.

“…some…sausage…” Trippy finished, her eyes glazing over like frosted doughnuts.

“Mmm-mmm! Sounds delicious!” exclaimed Ben as he pulled back his robe even more and sat down at the head of the kitchen table, his morning wood on full display. He watched as Trippy lost her mind over his swollen prick.

“Trip,” he smirked as she looked up. “Are you watching Ben’s big boner, again?”

Trippy smiled with a glint of fear in her eyes.

“Wh-what?! No! I’m not watching your…your…”

“Big boner,” Ben finished for her.

“Yeah…Ben’s big boner…I’m …not…not…watching…”

Trippy’s eyes drifted in a whirlpool around Ben’s naked cock, eventually coming to rest on his tip.

“Ben’s big boner,” said Ben.

“Ben’s big boner…Ben’s big boner…bensbigbonerrrrr…” Trippy slurred, feeling the strength leave her legs before she dropped to her knees, her face right next to…

“Ben’s big boner…” she said. The words flashed through her mind like a dream. A dream she had last night of Ben swinging his hard dong in front of Natalie and her, scrambling and fractionating their minds, taking charge with his big, big boner.

“How ‘bout serving me up that sausage now?” Ben asked, his hand running over Trippy’s scalp.

“Yeah! I love to serve you, Ben!” Trippy cooed before she stretched her soft lips over his head, her fingers ringing his base. Ben reclined back in his chair, stretching happily as his buxom host tended to him. He waved his fingers at Nat who was staring blankly, shocked into trance by seeing her typically very assertive, confident aunt meekly sucking her neighbor off for breakfast.

“Hey, Sugar cheeks!” he said, snapping his fingers. “Take over the cooking for your aunt. And fry up some of the sausages in the freezer.” He smiled down at Trippy as she ran her tongue up and down his length. “I’m suddenly in the mood for sausage, too!”

Nat felt a shiver run through her as her body drifted into the kitchen, words falling out of her mouth. “Sure thing, Ben! I’m…I’m in the mood for sausage…”

“You’ll have to wait your turn.”

Nat robotically cooked breakfast while Trippy mindlessly fellated her new boyfriend. Ben smiled and picked up a newspaper, perusing while Trippy sucked him off.

“I can’t believe you still get a paper delivered, Trip!” he chuckled. “I’m glad. There’s just something so satisfying about reading from a paper instead of a phone. Don’t you agree?”

Trippy murmured unintelligibly from around his shaft. Ben stroked her head and then turned to the business section.

Natalia brought him a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausage with coffee which Ben scarfed down while the younger woman stood at attention, staring blissfully into space. When he was finished, he helped Trippy to her feet, finally allowing her mouth to pop off his rod.

“We’re going to the sofa now, baby cakes.” Ben said, caressing her cheek. “I think I’m ready to give you some hot cream on those tits.”

“Yes, Ben! I can’t wait, Ben!” Trippy proclaimed, her wits swirling uselessly in her cock-drunk brain. Ben turned back to Natalia and snapped his fingers again.

“Time to clean up, sweet cheeks. Go and do the dishes and then on with your chores, understand?”

“Yes, Ben! Whatever you say…”

Nat brought the dishes over to the sink while Ben lounged on the sofa, gently stroking Trippy’s shoulders and back as she wrapped her tits around his cock.

“Y’know, Trippy girl,” Ben said through waves of pleasure. “I was thinking. And I think you’re going to like this idea. Cause you like all my ideas right now, don’t you?”

“Hmmm…yes, Ben…” Trippy mumbled, staring raptly at the cock in her cleavage.

“Now that I’m your new boyfriend, and that you’re madly in love with me, and can’t say no to anything I say, or stop thinking about my big boner, I think it's time for a change in living situations for you."

"Sure thing, Ben!” Trippy said, batting his cock back and forth with her tits.

“I think you should come live with me instead. Nat can come visit as long as you take care of that pesky boyfriend of hers. I know you can do that, can’t you?”

“Oh yes, Ben! I can make them forget they ever knew each other. I’d do anything for you!”

“That’s a good girl!” Ben gloated. “You would do anything for me. Even if I told you to sell your house and let me take the revenue to invest in my stocks. You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you doll face?”

“Yes, Ben! Anything for…for…uh…but, where will I live?” Trippy asked, a gleam of intelligence returning to her eye. Ben reached down and tilted her head back to his stiff cock.

“With me, you dumb cow. You and your niece can just be my live-in whores and spend all day serving me and nice, thick cock. Doesn’t that sound good? Spending all day with Ben’s big boner.”

“Oh, y-yes!” Trippy squawked, completely mesmerized by Ben’s erection. “Want to serve…your cock…obey Ben’s big boner…want to be your live-in whore…want to sell my house for you…”

Natalia was listening with one ear as she cleared the plates from the table, the sinister intentions of Ben’s words barely registering in her befuddled mind. Without thinking, she reached for the frying pan that had been sitting on low heat for the past twenty minutes.

“AH!” Nat yanked her hand back, the shock of the hot metal jolting her to full consciousness. In a flash, she realized she had been strutting around the kitchen practically naked for this man she only met the other day. The man who she was pretty sure she just heard talking about selling her aunt’s house. She glanced nervously at her aunt who was smiling adoringly at her new boyfriend while she mindlessly pumped his cock in and out of her tits.

“Everything good, Nat?” Ben called over his shoulder, his voice ragged like he was about to cum.

“Uh, yes…Yes, Ben! Any…anything for you, Ben!” She parroted the words in her head, suddenly terrified of catching the older man’s attention.

“Good…” Ben grunted, too distracted by his bubbling orgasm to worry about her. Nat watched silently from the kitchen counter as his head dropped back, enjoying the waves of ecstasy Trippy was giving him.

“I’m getting close, Trip. Closer to spraying nice warm cream all over those giant knockers of yours. What happens when you make Ben’s big boner cum?”

Trippy flushed with pleasure as Ben circled his thumb over Trippy’s forehead. “My brain will cum too! My mind will explode with your cock and I’ll just drift in my nice, fuzzy, happy place where all I can think about is Ben’s big, big boner!”

Nat had to bite down on her lip hard to keep from dropping as she heard her aunt repeating the trigger phrase. She concentrated on the white-hot pain blistering on her hand from the burn before she could drift into a daydream of thick meaty cocks in her face.

“That’s right…mm!...That’s my good girl…just drunk and dopey for Ben’s big boner until I tell you what to do next…ready…going blank…and empty…in…five….four…Oh! Fuck!....NOW!”

Ben groaned as spurts of pearly white cum shot out of his tip, spattering Trippy’s breasts with sticky jizz. Trippy opened her mouth like she was the one orgasming and squeezed her breasts lovingly around Ben’s penis as it pulsed and spasmed in her cleavage.

At last, Ben’s orgasm subsided and the two of them slowly faded to sleep, Ben passing out blissfully on the sofa while Trippy swayed on her knees, her mind lost in a beautiful, sexy dream. Nat double checked that Ben was completely unconscious and then rushed to the bathroom to run her hand under cold water.

What the fuck just happened?! How long was she under? The last thing she remembered was trying to get Ben out, to make his escape with her. Then he started explaining his hare-brained scheme to get even with Aunt Trippy by pretending to be…pretending to be…

“Oh, that asshole!” Nat muttered to herself, finally realizing how she had been tricked. She glanced out of the bathroom again. Ben was snoring on the couch while Aunt Trippy was drooling mindlessly on her chest, her fluids mixing with Ben’s thick cum.

Wouldn’t this just be the perfect poetic justice? Nat mused to herself. To leave her manipulative, mind-fucking aunt at the mercy of her would-be victim, her whole identity reduced down to a living sex doll for that pervy old man.

Nat was about to shower off and make a run for it when she stopped, her eyes lingering on her helpless aunt. She hated her. She hated how she used her and her boyfriend for her amusement. But deep down, she still loved her. She couldn’t let her get robbed blind and indentured to that sleaze bucket neighbor of hers. Used and dominated, yes. But not like this.

Breathing a heavy sigh, Nat walked over to her aunt and guided her to her feet. Trippy rose like a sleepwalker, her eyes still fluttering as she drifted through la-la land.

“C’mon Auntie,” Nat encouraged her. “Time to get you all cleaned up.”

“Cleeeaannn…” Trippy echoed. “Ben wants us…to clean…”

“Uh, that’s right, Aunt Trippy. And we can’t clean up until we take a shower first.”

“…shower…” said Trippy, docilely.

Nat steered her into the bathroom and quickly untied Trippy’s apron before guiding her naked form into the shower. She reached up to adjust the faucet for the showerhead.

“Natty?” Trip said, her voice more lucid. “What are you doing?”

“Aunt Trippy?” Nat turned to see her Aunt staring back at her, a mild look of concern in her eyes. “Oh, thank god! Listen, I need to get you cleaned up and dressed before Ben wakes up. If we hurry we can get out of here before he stops us!”

“What do you mean, Natty?” Trippy asked, her voice still light and fluttery. “Why would I want to leave Ben? I love Ben. Ben is so sexy…”

“Oh, no,” Nat sighed. Aunt Trippy might have found more agency than she had moments ago, but she was still obviously under Ben’s influence. “Aunt Trippy. Listen to me! Ben is an asshole! He hypnotized us into being his personal sluts! He’s forcing us to cook and clean for him. He’s using us!”

“Yes…” Trippy said with a blissful smile. “He’s using us. We have to listen to Ben…” An evil gleam sparkled in Trippy’s eyes. Nat knew that look too well. It was the same look Trippy got whenever she reached her fingers into Nat’s brain and turned her into an obedient zombie. A fresh pang of terror seized her.

“No…Auntie…please! Don’t do this—Uhhhh…”

Nat’s words died in her mouth as Trippy’s finger started swaying up and down in front of her eyes, bringing every thought in Nat’s head to a screeching halt. Her hand lingered on the faucet of the shower.

“Ben wants us to clean, Natty…we have to listen to Ben…we have to clean and cook for Ben… Listen to you Aunt, Natty…”

“I…uh…no! I…listen…to my…Aunt…” Nat was staring wide-eyed at Trippy’s finger as she traced it around her two naked tits, making lazy figure eights by bringing her finger down on the outside of her bust and then up through her deep cleavage again…and again…and again….

“List to Aunt Trippy…We must serve Ben…We will obey Ben…We love to serve Ben’s big boner…”

“Yessss…” Natalia said, helpless to resist her aunt’s powerful hypnosis. “I will serve Ben…I will obey Ben…I will clean for Ben…”

With a blank look on her face, Nat let her body drift forward, completely under the command of her Aunt Trippy and her sexy, irresistible boyfriend….

As she walked forward, her hand slid off the shower faucet, accidentally turning on the cold water to full blast.

“Ah! AAAAAHH!! Oh, what the fuck?!” Trippy yelped. She and Natalia both jumped as a spray of freezing cold water shot out of the showerhead.

“Crap! Turn it off! Turn it off!” Nat cried. Trippy reached across her and shut off the faucet, leaving the two naked women drenched.

“Natty?” Trippy said, bracing herself against the shower wall. “What the hell is going on?”

Natalia shook the water from her head, not daring to believe that her Aunt had finally returned to her senses. Trippy looked at her with genuine confusion, her eyes shining and alert.

“You- you don’t remember?”

“Uhhm…” Trippy scrunched her face with mental effort. “I remember waking up after a nap…going to check on Ben…wait, Ben? Where’s Ben?!”

“He’s still passed out on the couch, I hope…unless we made too much noise.”

Trippy stretched farther into her mind, her ragged memories piecing themselves together like a math problem.

“He…did something to us…didn’t he?”

“Uh, yeah!” Nat shrilled, grabbing a towel for herself and her aunt. “He got all inspired by watching all your mindfuck videos of me! So, he zonked me and then took you down. Honestly, getting a taste of your own medicine serves you right!”

Trippy’s eyes opened wide with shock. “So, he hypnotized and dominated us?”

“Yeah! That’s right, Auntie! How do you like that, huh?!” Nat said, crossing her arms testily over her chest.

“Holy…FUCK! THAT’S SO FREAKIN’ HOT!!” Trippy squealed, jumping up and down, her wet, naked breasts slapping on her chest. Nat looked away at the shower curtain.

“You ENJOYED that?!” She yelled.

“Oh my god! Yes!!” Trippy cried. “I was hoping I could train him to do some topping, but I had no idea he was already into it! Oh, shit! No wonder I think he’s so hot!!”

“Wait!” Natalia couldn’t believe this. “You wanted him to take control of me?!”

“Me, too!” Trippy said. “I wanted him to just take charge and use me like a hot slut with that huge dork of his! Why should I let you and your boytoy have all the subby fun?”

“But….he made you blow him under the kitchen table!”

“Is that all? Trust me, sweetie, I’ve done a lot worse under and on top of that table in my day.”

“He made me clean and cook breakfast for him!” Natalia continued, outraged.

“I hope you added enough salt,” Trippy shrugged. “Honestly, it didn’t kill you to do your share of the chores for once.”

“He was going to make you sell your house!!” Nat all but screamed.

“It’s just a bit of kinky fun and I don’t…wait, what?!” Trippy balked.

Natalia nodded her head. “Yeah! He was going make you sell the house and transfer the funds to him! When you wanted to be dominated, did you mean getting royally screwed and kept in Ben’s house like a pet forever!?”

Trippy stepped backward, her legs buckling as she slowly sank down onto the covered toilet.

“Oh, shit…” she muttered. “I remember that now…that bastard was really going to do that…”

“I know! Seriously, this is why I told you to give up this freaky hypnosis shit! Now you got exactly what you deserved and…and…”

Nat’s harsh words died in her throat as she watched her Aunt sinking into herself. The young woman had seen her aunt go through many emotions; happy, angry, beaming with dark, sadistic joy, but this was the first time she had ever seen Trippy heartbroken. Nat sighed, and sat down next to the older woman, draping a dry towel over her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Natalia said to her despondent aunt. “We’ll get dressed and go to my place. We’ll call the cops on him before he wakes up and that’ll be that.”

“Call the cops?” Trippy said, glancing up at Nat through cloudy eyes. “Oh no…no…sweetie pie, we’re not going anywhere…”

Trippy’s face flushed dark with rage. Natalia wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or terrified.

“We’re going to break that asshole’s balls.”

Natalia opted for terrified.

“What are you planning?”

“Natty, I can’t have the police come here!” Trippy scolded her niece. “Do you know how much stuff I have that could land me in prison for the rest of my life?”

“So, you have some weed,” Nat shrugged. “You’re an ex-hippie. They won’t care.”

“Oh, right!” Trippy rolled her eyes. “Just my stash of weed, that’s what I meant. No, you slow child! I meant my trunk full of custom-designed mindfuck drugs! Do you know how long I would go down for just from a gram of scopolamine? I can’t bring the cops here and I’m not going to abandon my own home.”

Natalia hated to ask. “So, what are you going to do, Auntie?”

Trippy turned, raising an eyebrow at her. “WE are going to turn that dickhead’s brain to mush, that’s what we’re going to do. Listen now…”

Natalia stood straight up and made for the door.

“Uh-uh! No way! I’m up to here with always being the hypno-bait! Whatever you’re scheming, solve it by yourself! I’m going home to Kirk already!”

“Natalia!”

Nat froze, her body halfway out of the bathroom. Trippy looked back at her, her chest thrust forward proudly and a slender finger tracing figure eights around her tits.

“Are you going to hear me out, or do I have to persuade you, like always?”

Nat slumped in abject defeat. She could already feel her eyes stuck on the motion of Trippy’s finger around her boobs. There was no sense fighting.

“Fine!” she said, begrudgingly. “Just tell me the plan.”