Very Easy Prey

“Hey sweetie-pie,” her voice comes from across the driveway and you look up to see your new neighbor standing in her garage. She’s an older woman, late forties you guess, tanned, blonde, and still fit… still very fit, and it makes her big tits even more noticeable. You haven’t really talked to her, there hasn’t really been a reason to. You’re just sort of stuck in your parents house for a while while you get things together, a young adult out of college with nowhere to go, not yet at least… so what do you really have to talk to your new neighbor about?

Her big tits?

Sure, you’re love to talk to her about those tits, you’d probably love to do more than talk, but you’ve got a girlfriend, and she’s so… so close to your mom’s age. It would be like fucking one of your mom’s friends… and your mom did have some attartice friends but…

You look over at your neighbor and she’s standing there in blue cut off jean shorts and a white tanktop with nothing underneath it. You can tell because you can see her nipples even from where you are. She’s pretty, you guess, brown eyes, kind of a rectangular face, not as angular or soft as most women’s faces and she’s…

“Can I borrow you for a second?” 

You walk up the driveway towards her garage and she takes half a step back and smiles when you say “Sure.”

You want to ask her what she needs, but you’re getting a weird energy from her, and you’re really looking at her now, really staring at her and you think that she looks more like a porn star than a trophy wife or a gold digger. You really look at her, which is something you haven’t let yourself do much of before this moment because… when would you? And you have a girlfriend, and she’s… old… and she looks… familiar…

It’s a boring, lazy summer day, it’s the middle of the day and no one’s around. You were outside for a minute just to be outside…

“That’s right,” she hooks the bottom of her tanktop with one finger and starts lifting it slowly. She could end up flashing her huge bare breasts to anyone that might be passing by, but it’s just you, you’re the only one out there. ‘Just stop what you’re doing and look at me. Look at my tits, watch my tits going up and up, finally getting to see these big heavy boobs. I know you’ve always wanted to see them, now come closer, come over here, and close the garage door, okay?”

You’re stunned, shocked, your brain misfires as you see her massive tits spill out in front of you, big fake tits, big porn star tits, and you have a hazy realization that you’re in some kind of porno situation. But something happened when she told you to close the garage door, her words cut through the static and you just sort of did it. As the door closes behind you, trapping you inside with her, she smiles at you.

“They’re so nice, aren’t they? They just draw you in, closer and closer now, like a moth to a flame, luring you away from everything else, making you forget your plans and your inhibitions, making you forget whatever you were just thinking as you keep staring at them. You can’t help it, they’re just so big and sexy, they’re your wet dream tits aren’t they honey? Just keep staring at them and listen to my voice while everything else melts away. The sounds of the outside world are getting so distant, even your own inner voice is quiet now, quiet and calm for my big heavy tits. Quiet and calm as you just keep staring and getting lost in them. And you can get lost now, you have nowhere else to go, nothing else to do, and no one else to be now.”

You feel… hypnotized.

You don’t really know what that feels like, but if you had to guess you feel like you’re being hypnotized by your neighbor’s big fake porn star tits, and you don’t know if she’s trying to hypnotize you on purpose, like she knows hypnosis or something, or if she just knows how to fuck with people’s heads, but she’d doing something to you on purpose and you were going to say something or…

“Good boy, that’s very good,” she bounces her tits ever so slightly and it distracts you from whatever it was you were thinking of saying. “You’re already such a good boy for me and that makes me so happy. It makes me so happy watching you stare at them, feeling their heaviness washing over you, making you feel so heavy now, so tired and heavy, my boobs making you feel so horny and sleepy, like slipping into a wet dream just for me. A warm, soft, sticky wet dream with your eyes barely open and unable to look away.”

You feel it between your legs just like you feel a smothering sleepy weight moving through your mind and body, and you struggle to keep your eyes open, and even try to look away, but you can’t help it, all you can do now is stare her breasts.

“I know it’s getting so hard to keep your eyes open, and it’s getting you so hard staring at my boobies sweetie-pie, you’re so sleepy and horny as you slip deeper into the west dream, so sleepy and so horny, and so heavy, like you’ve been hypnotized by my boobs to be my horny good boy. You can’t resist being hypnotized by my breasts, by my boobies that are hypnotizing you into being so horny and so sleepy.”

She said the words, she has confirmed your thoughts but that just makes it worse. You feel powerless, but it also doesn’t really matter because you’re swaying on your feet lost in the sound of her voice and the swaying and bouncing of her breasts.

She beckons you with her free hand, “Come here, come a little closer and just surrender to the feeling sweetie-pie. You can’t resist it, you can’t resist me, just sink into my tits and surrender.”

You can’t stop your legs from moving and you shuffle towards her. She reaches out and pulls you in close, cradling your head to her breasts and starts to store your head. You feel your cock throb and your mind draining slowly and steadily out of your head.

“That’s my good boy, my good little sweetie-pie, going blank, getting harder and harder, so horny and sleepy, almost all the way down into the wet dream, almost all the way there, and doesn’t it feel so good? Doesn’t it feel so normal and natural to do what I tell you?” She strokes your head and forces your mouth to a nipple. You feel the softness of her skin and the fullness of her implant, and you cannot do anything on your own in that moment. “Doesn’t it just feel right when you obey my breasts as they hypnotize your mind into deep sleep, all the way to sleep so you can sink all the way into the wet dream.”

She pushes you slightly and you melt down into the cool concrete of her garage floor. She stands over you as you moan and your hips buck, shooting cum into your shorts while she chuckles.

“That’s it sweetie-pie, cum a little deeper into the wet dream like the good little boobie brain I’m making you into.” You’re melting into sleep, actual sleep, sticky and drained and unable to move, speak, or think, and you barely hear her say, “I love my summer slaves, so horny and easy… I can’t wait to meet all your friends.”