MILF: Mammary Induced Lost Freedom
A Smuthunter Story
“I’m sorry,” Jake cocked his head and looked at his Aunt-In-Law with his eyebrows raised, “what?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but when I was your age, and well… until pretty recently I guess, I used to use hypnosis to manipulate people into, well, just about anything.” Gloria was at least in her late 40s, maybe just 50, and she was still a vivacious and charismatic woman. Her extra weight gave her a full, welcoming and warm figure, and an even fuller chest. The hints of gray in her jet black straight hair gave her a maturity that stood in contrast to her vibrant, bright blue eyes that sparkled with a conspiratorial and youthful energy.
Her explanation, or her reiteration really, didn’t make any more sense the second time. “I’m sorry, but again, what?”
His wife’s family was very different than his. They were bohemians, oddballs, artists, and his wife was the rebel in the family by being the normal one. Blonde, pert, preppy, his wife barely looked like her mother, and aside from the same eyes, didn’t look like her aunt at all.
“When I was younger, floating around in and out of community college and random jobs, I worked as a magician’s assistant for this wonderful woman, The Amazing Tamara, and she had a hypnosis part of her act. The thing was, the tricks she did with it worked better if the assistant actually did the hypnotizing. So, she taught me how to do stage hypnosis, and that led me down the hypnosis rabbit hole. I was fascinated with it, got a few different certifications and styles, and I found myself using hypnosis, like some women use their charms… well I used my charms too. But anyhow, I spent twenty years and change covertly, and sometimes overtly, putting people into trance to get my way and take care of me.”
As Gloria spoke, and drank her red wine, her bright blue eyes sparkled, and she smiled at the absurdity of what she was saying.
“But that’s not,” Jake laughed and drank his wine too. Gloria had come to visit out of nowhere after missing their wedding, but her timing wasn’t great. Jake’s wife was on a night rotation at the hospital, so it left him alone with his new Aunt-In-Law. “That’s not, I mean, technically speaking, that’s not really how hypnosis works, is it?”
As a psychology minor he was fairly certain it wasn’t the hypnosis that had allowed this woman to, admittedly what it sounded like, be some kind of sugar baby, or con artists, or, he didn’t know what. It wasn’t a judgment call, Gloria was his wife’s favorite family member, and she was a charmer, but…
“Well it’s six of one, half a dozen of the other. It’s not all hypnosis, but in a broad sense, what we think about as hypnosis, it’s just one bucket we put parts of the whole trance experience and the power of suggestion in. And what I learned early on was that I could hypnotize anyone really, but I had to use hypnosis to explore and find out what I could use hypnosis to make them do for me. A light trance, where someone is still very suggestible, doesn’t always register with a subject, at least no more than a really good personal conversation. And…”
Gloria put her wine down and then theatrically hoisted her melon-sized breasts, which were covered by a high necked, thin, black knit sweater, “I have these, and these did a lot of work for me too. But I got very good at it, and my favorite thing became the moment when I knew I had someone in trance. You have to, and I mean have to, be careful with suggestions, but if you can hook someone with an induction, it’s that moment when I felt like I could lure them in, when they were starting to go blank as they stared into my eyes or down at my boobs that was my favorite part.”
She picked up her wine again, drained her glass, and smiled at Jake, “Well, that and the money.”
Jake sipped his wine, “You know, your sister did describe you as a bit of a con artist.”
“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “of course she did. I don’t know how I could be the black sheep or this family, but somehow… Anyhow, I hate to say my sister’s ever right, but sometimes she is. But I’m not a con-artist,” she made air quotes, “con artist, I was a hypnotist. It wasn’t my fault everyone I hypnotized really wanted to be hypnotized and…”
Jake poured more wine into her glass for her, “Controlled?”
“Thank you,” she picked up her glass. “But no, it wasn’t control, control makes it sound like they were zombies or sleeper agents, no it was influence and suggestion. I used hypnosis, and all of my powers of suggestion and influence to…make my hypnosis more effective, and more effectively influence people. It was a behavior cycle, not turning men… and a few women… into puppets.”
The wine was settling in, and Gloria’s energy was contagious. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you can just randomly hypnotize people without them knowing, or just decide you’re going to sneakily put them in trance. It’s a process, it’s a…”
Gloria held up her hand to stop him, then took another drink, “I know what you’re saying, but hypnosis is, well, it’s a lot of things, like I was saying earlier.”
Jake took another drink himself; he was now fascinated by this absolutely absurd conversation.
“But no, if you think it was like an undercover hypnotherapy or stage induction, that’s not it.” He saw her eyes sparkle with a little more mischief as she continued. “Okay, maybe it’s a little that, but no, it’s much more subtle than that. Also, people just naturally get hypnotized. Trance is just a name for something we naturally do, and hypnosis is just one way to put people in that state. Like you Jake, I could put you into a trance right now, even though you’d know it was coming, and even if you tried not to do it. I don’t want to brag but, but I’m good enough to do that.”
“No, I know psychology, I know you can’t hypnotize someone if they don’t want to be hypnotized.” He could imagine her pulling out a pocket watch or a crystal to go along with her kind of low-key witch vibe.
“Yes, you’re right,” her blue eyes stood out against her soft, pale face. “You have to want to be hypnotized. Even if you don’t realize it’s happening you still have to want it, or go along with it, so any time you get hypnotized, even if you don’t know it when it’s happening, it’s because you want it to happen. Sometimes that just happens, because being hypnotized feels really good, especially when someone you’re attracted to hypnotizes you. Sometimes it happens because you can get wrapped up in the hypnotist’s tricks and get lost in their words.”
“So if I didn’t want you to hypnotize me, no matter what you did, as long as I just thought I didn’t want to be hypnotized?” He drank his wine, “That seems like the opposite of what you were saying.”
“Oh Jake, honey, not at all. I’m sure I’d have you in a trance in no time. If I tried, I could have you hooked no matter what you thought you were thinking. But unless you want to do direct hypnosis, and I think you’re just very curious about being hypnotized in general aren’t you, if I hypnotized you the way I used to trance most of my subjects, I wouldn’t do it like that.”
“Well,” he finished his glass, and looked over the table at her as he poured the last of the bottle into his glass, “how would you do it?”
“Jake-y, you’re married to my niece, I’d do it, and it would work even though you’re married and I’m about twice your age. The way I would do it would work so well that even though all that is true, you’d still be hypnotized, no matter what.”
“Now you have to tell me,” he laughed and she laughed with him and smiled back.
“I told you earlier, I have some assets that did a lot of work for me, and I always knew who they would work on, so they never failed and everyone I used them on always fell into trance for me. If I didn’t think they’d work, I wouldn’t use them, but since I’m an expert hypnotist and know exactly what I’m doing, my girls had a one hundred percent hypnosis success rate.”
Jake chuckled, he had to admit that the women did have what looked to be very nice, a very large breasts, but there was no way his wife’s aunt’s tits would put him in a trance.
“Do you really think I’d sit here and ogle your tits so much that they’d hypnotize me?”
“Well, here’s the truth sweetie, you would. You’d ogle them a little bit, and you wouldn’t notice it, or be able to help yourself, and since you’d be so self-conscious about it, it would actually make it even easier. You think there’s no way you’d do it, but when the girls are on display, everyone looks, that’s the lure. When my target gets lured in, well, I hook them with my hypnosis and reel them in.”
‘So you’re saying you learned how to hypnotize people from a magician, and then you used hypnosis and your boobs to seduce people into…” Jake shook his head, and they both laughed about it again as he trailed off.
“Taking care of me. Pampering me. Being in relationships with me. Hiring my friends and family. It all depended on the person, my suggestions and my presence in their lives just gave them a nudge to do, or be something they wanted to do, or express a part of their inner selves. I mean, that’s what you were trying to say about hypnosis right?”
‘So you’re saying you think that, what, because I’m a guy that if you had your boobs on display that I’d naturally, or sociologically, or whatever, want to look at them, and then once you caught me staring, that would magically make me hypnotizable?”
He wasn’t being combative, and she obviously didn’t take it as hostile. “Well, you’re downplaying my incredible tits a little bit, and completely misunderstanding my abilities, but pretty much. And since, you know, our dynamics are so weird, when you’d fall, you’d probably fall so deep because it would be so taboo and overwhelming for you to process. Your conscious mind would totally shut down, and you’d black out. If I hypnotized you like that, you wouldn’t even remember it happening.”
“Wait,” Jake felt himself lean forward in his chair a little bit as she did the same while she explained the last little bit. “Did the people you hypnotized not remember what you did to them, or what they did for you? That really doesn’t sound possible. Like if that was real, why wouldn’t more people do that all the time?”
“Oh, no, the vast majority of the time people in trance remember what they do and what happened, and even when people experience the hypnotic amnesia phenomenon, what they do when they’re black out hypnotized is still well within their own control. Charm, seduction, persuasion, all of that is enhanced by hypnosis and the suggestible trance state, but hypnosis also only enhances those things if you know what you’re doing. You’d black out because you would have a psychological crisis that would shut you down, and once you shut down, I’d have to be very careful with the suggestions I gave you. But if I did it right, I’d be able to put my hooks in you forever. It happened a few times with people I met and some of them are still taking care of me in their own special ways.”
“So was this like, was it always a sex thing? Because this sounds like it was a sex thing?” It was absurd, but it was also fascinating, and Jake couldn’t wait to talk to his wife about her crazy aunt who seemed like she was absolutely a semi-delusional sex witch.
“It wasn’t always a sex thing. Most of the time it wasn’t, actually. For my subjects it did tend to become sexual, but while I did seduce many of them into trance, the intimacy of the connection between us once I lured them in and hooked them, well it’s a potent intimacy that is wholly unique and that most people don’t have a range of experiences to contextualize it with.”
“And all because of your boobs?”
“Since you’re not going to drop it, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she took off her sweater and revealed that she was wearing a white, wide strapped tank top that showed off quite a bit of her very large, very heavy breasts. They were bigger than he thought, and everything about her soft, round, creamy skin took on a tantalizing, taboo quality.
Jake never would have imagined himself feeling attracted to a woman her age, let alone someone who he was now connected to by marriage, or a woman of her heavier size, but there was something compelling and undeniably erotic about Gloria and her, soft, heavy, full…
