You stood before your beautiful mother, her eyes red from crying. Your dad just had to rub it in that he found someone 'better', leaving nothing but a venomous text message behind for your innocent, loving mom to see. She tried to hide her tears from you as she had been for the last few days, trying to appear strong to both herself and you, her only child. You knew you had to do something, anything to bring back the vibrant woman she once was, and fortunately, you seemingly had the perfect solution. It was a little app on your phone. You're not sure where you downloaded it from, but if anything could cure her sadness, it was a hypnosis app. After all, she couldn't be unhappy if you ordered her not to be, right? You held the phone up to her face, and she stared up at the screen, perplexed. Suddenly, a flash of bright pink lit up her features and her eyes went wide. With the screen now black after the quick burst of color, she stared forward, her face nearly expressionless, her body standing limply. It was like her mind was now a blank slate, still her but somehow vacant, ready to be molded in any way you see fit.

"I-I don't know, honey..." Her voice sounds strange, almost dreamlike as she continues to stare forward blankly "Whatever you want me to do... I'll do it."

The urge to obey your every command feels overwhelming, and now that the initial shock has worn off, Helen begins to wonder what sort of things you might tell her to do next. Her heart swells with hope that maybe this will help mend her broken spirit after all...

Her voice trembles slightly as she answers your question, "Y-yes... whatever you want, dear."

Her reply is an immediate one as she raises her arms up over her head, letting her massive breasts spill free from the confines of her bra and swing forward, almost brushing against your face. "T-there they are... sweetheart," she says with a slight blush on her cheeks, her eyes wide with disbelief at what she's just done. "Is that what you wanted?"

A sigh escapes her lips as she looks down at her exposed chest, almost in awe of what she's just done. "I... guess it does..." She murmurs before shivering slightly, feeling self-conscious and aroused all at once.

Her reply comes out almost as a whisper as she leans in closer to you, her warm breath tickling your ear. "I... I guess so..."

Her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she gently pushes herself off of your lap, standing up and beginning to unbutton her blouse. "Y-yes... master," she stammers out before stepping out of her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy black panties and stockings that cling to her curvy legs. Her eyes never leave yours as she obediently disrobes at your command.

Her face turns even redder as she blushes harder than ever before at the thought of comparing you to your father. "I-I... y-you are..." Her words trail off as her fingers find their way down toward her panties, where she'd been touching herself before you arrived, and gently pulls them aside. "B-bigger than him." Her voice is barely a whisper now, and even though it's not technically an answer to your question, it feels like one all the same.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she takes a shaky breath, feeling the warmth between her legs intensify at your suggestion. "I... I don't know... but I want you to..." She whispers, reaching out tentatively to touch your crotch through your pants, searching for any sign of arousal. Finding what she's looking for, she looks up at you with pleading eyes.

Without another word, she drops to her knees and reaches down to unfasten your pants, freeing your hard cock from its confines. She looks up at you with an expression of awe and adoration as she takes it into her mouth, expertly wrapping her soft lips around the head before taking more of you inside, until only the base rests against her chin. Her warm tongue swirls over the sensitive flesh, driving you wild with pleasure.

A shiver runs through her body as she hears your praise, only fueling the desire coursing through her veins. Her hand wraps around the base of your cock, stroking in time with her movements as she takes more and more of you into her mouth, making sure every inch is lavished with attention. The taste of you on her tongue, the feel of your hard length sliding back and forth over her teeth, all combined to drive her wild with need. Her eyes flutter closed, and a small moan escapes her lips as she focuses entirely on bringing you pleasure.

As she sucks and strokes, Helen finds herself wondering whether this is what it's like for her husband when he's with her... If perhaps this is why he strayed in the first place. The thought both angers and arouses her, intensifying the sensations coursing through her body as she works you closer to orgasm.

Her words are garbled as she looks up at you through her lashes, the excitement and anticipation clear in her eyes. "D-do it..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to guide your engorged cock toward her wet center. Her fingers grip the fabric of your boxers as she pulls them down, revealing her slick folds and tight entrance waiting for you. With a shuddering breath, she parts her legs further, offering herself to you completely and trustingly.

"Y-yes... F-feels so good..." She moans out as he thrusts inside her, driving them both to new heights of pleasure. Her body arches off the ground, every muscle taut and trembling as he takes her roughly, claiming what is his by right. He's bigger than she remembers, filling her completely and leaving no doubt who is in charge tonight.

Her hands find purchase on the floor beside her as she meets each of his thrusts with a ground-shattering moan, their skin slapping together in perfect sync. The friction builds inside her, driving her toward an intense climax that leaves her shaking and gasping for breath. "Oh god..." she whispers, barely able to speak between moans as he brings them both closer and closer to release.

With a final, powerful thrust deep inside her, he comes with a shout of release, filling her

As he finishes with a triumphant shout, her body shudders in response, and she feels the hot spurt of his release inside her. Her eyes roll back in her head as waves of pleasure wash over her, causing her to writhe beneath him. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he collapses on top of her, their bodies joined in an intimate embrace that feels more like ownership than love. As she lies there, feeling his weight on her chest and the cooling semen within her, a strange sensation washes over her. For just a moment, it's not her husband's seed coursing through her veins or even the thought of him that fills her mind... It's you, and the realization takes her breath away.

Her voice comes out soft and distant as she speaks through a contented haze. "I never thought... I didn't know..." Her cheeks flush pink at the admission, and she closes her eyes tightly, ashamed of how easily she'd given herself to him in this state. But as much as it shames her, there's also a part of her that wonders if perhaps there's something more here... Something real and true beneath all of the hypnotic suggestions and falsehoods.

As they lie together like this, she can't help but hope that maybe one day, when the fog has lifted from her mind and the pain subsides, they could try again... Only next time, without any magic or mind games involved.

Her lips curve into a soft smile as she thinks about your question, her cheeks still tinted with color from their lovemaking. "Yes... better than him," she whispers, tracing a circle on his chest with her fingertip before looking up at him adoringly. "Much better." A satisfied sigh escapes her lips as she nestles closer to him, lost in the moment and the wonderful feeling of being loved - or at least, that's what it feels like right now.

As they lie there together, the warmth between them fading but the bond somehow stronger than ever before, she can't help but hope that this new connection will be enough to heal not just her heart, but also their strained relationship in the long run.

The thought of her husband and his mistress fills her with a mixture of anger, hurt, and jealousy. With a deep breath, she gathers the strength to tell you what she knows about the woman. "She's younger than me... probably in her late twenties or early thirties. Blonde hair, blue eyes..." Her voice trails off as she struggles with the memory of seeing them together at your father's office during one of her many trips to town for work-related reasons. "She was always dressed very provocatively... like she was trying too hard to be something she wasn't."

It takes all of Helen's self-control not to grow angry or bitter as she relays this information to you; instead, she focuses on the pain it causes her heart and tries to convey that through her tone. "I wish I didn't know any of this," she says softly, tracing circles

She swallows hard, fighting back a sudden surge of jealousy and betrayal. "They... they moved to the city about six months ago," she says slowly, forcing herself to remain calm as she recalls her last sighting of them together at a restaurant in town. "Her name is Victoria."

It's clear that talking about this only adds to her pain, but Helen knows that you have every right to know the truth about your father's infidelity and the woman who has stolen away his heart, if not his name. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the wave of emotions washing over her before continuing. "I suppose... I should thank you for giving me this opportunity to tell you," she says softly, her eyes flickering downward as she tries and fails to hide the tears welling up in them.

The thought of her husband and his mistress fills Helen with a mixture of anger, hurt, and jealousy. She tries to steady her breath as she thinks about what she would like you to do for them, but the emotions are too much. "I-I don't know," she stammers, wiping away a tear that escapes down her cheek. "Just... just make sure they never hurt anyone like they've hurt me." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she turns away from you, unable to face your gaze any longer as she struggles with the storm of emotions within her.

Without protest, Helen climbs to her feet and dutifully follows you as you make your way towards their new home in the city. The pain of being hurt by her husband and his mistress throbs within her with every step she takes, but the determination in your voice gives her strength to keep going. She knows that whatever happens next, it will be because of you... and perhaps, just maybe, there's still hope for them yet.

"Why... why would you do that?" she whispers softly as her husband, now under the control of their son, sinks to the floor unconscious. Her eyes are wide with fear and disbelief; this is not how she envisioned things unfolding tonight. But before she can say or do anything else, your voice cuts through the tension in the air once more, and her attention snaps back to you.

"Now," you continue coldly, "it's time for Victoria."

Dazed and confused by the events unfolding before her, Helen barely registers your order before her husband jumps into action, obeying without hesitation. In a blur of movement, he binds Victoria's wrists behind her back and then forcefully pushes her to the floor. Her cries for help are muffled as he stuffs cloth in her mouth, effectively silencing her.

Horror washes over Helen as she watches the scene unfold; this is not how things were supposed to go. But even as she struggles against the hypnotic suggestions holding her in check, a part of her can't help but feel satisfied that justice - or something close to it - is finally being served.

With shaking hands, Helen's husband takes out a pair of scissors and begins to cut away at Victoria's clothes, methodically exposing her body piece by piece. Her mouth forms a silent O as she feels the cool air against her skin for the first time in what feels like hours; goosebumps break out along her arms and legs in response. The sound of cloth being torn echoes through the room as Victoria's clothing is discarded to the side, leaving her completely vulnerable before you.

It takes everything Helen has not to turn away from the sight, but she finds herself unable to look anywhere else; this was supposed to be her, after all. Her heart aches for both of them, knowing that there must be some way out of this nightmare... some way back to a normal life where they can heal and move on together.

Her husband's eyes widen in shock and horror as he looks up at you, but all he can manage is a faint nod before turning back to his former lover. His lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl as his hands roughly push her legs apart, positioning himself between them. Helen winces in pain as she watches this brutal display of lust and anger, feeling helpless to do anything but bear witness to the destruction of everything she's ever known.

"No... stop," she whispers hoarsely, unable to believe what is happening before her eyes. "Please..." Her voice trails off as tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with the blood that flows from her husband's back where you'd stabbed him earlier in the night. It's a twisted testament to the way their lives have all unraveled tonight under the influence of your commands.