Mannequin Mommy

Mannequin Mommy 2026

Summary: Guy uses hypnosis on girls, women and his mom.

Note 1: The original version was written in 2015. A request by Josh to focus more on hypnosis and mannequin play led to this lengthy re-write a decade later.

Note 2: Thanks to readinghypnosis for the original idea suggestion and Josh for the new request to make this a novella.

Note 3: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for the original edit a decade ago and OhDave1 and Shuj for editing the update.

Mannequin Mommy 2025

Amanda looked in the mirror and sighed. Although only forty-one and still in amazing shape, she could see the first wrinkles of aging. Watching an infomercial on television about an anti-aging crème, she ordered some, desperate to keep the vibrant youthful look that had always kept her employable.

A professional model since her teen years, she had been told her whole life how beautiful she was, but age was not her friend and she hadn't felt beautiful of late... even though the truth was she still was... just for her age. A reality she hated... a phrase she despised: for her age.

Since hitting forty, the kryptonite age for models, the gigs had slowed down considerably and although she had always been financially secure for both herself and her son, she was determined to get him a good trust fund for college and thus needed to keep working.

Amanda and her son, Kevin, nineteen and in his second year of college but living at home (he started a year late because they were travelling throughout Europe at the time he should have started kindergarten), were very close. They had always only had each other, as her deadbeat boyfriend (and his absentee father) walked out before Kevin was even born.

Although Amanda was beautiful, she had not been in a relationship in years, having been betrayed over and over by men who went to bed with 'a model' and woke up with her. Instead, the only man she cared about was her son. In fact, besides her trusty vibrator she couldn't remotely remember the last time she had had sex with a man.

Just when things were beginning to look grim, she got a job at an upscale store that used living mannequins. Yes, it sounded like a ridiculous job in 2024, but the company was very insistent on preserving the illusion of real-life mannequins and having them move, flinch or react to customers was a big no-no.

Having modelled and posed for years, Amanda assumed that the job wouldn't be overly difficult, having worked with some very demanding and intense photographers. Yet, over the first week, she really struggled not to react slightly when customers moved close to her, made faces and especially when men made lewd comments toward her. Amanda was still a very beautiful woman, with firm long legs, blonde hair, blue eyes, a tight ass and small, 32B breasts that were still firm and amazing looking with the right push-up bra, and thus was admired by boys, men, girls and women. She was, for many, the ultimate MILF... in fact, many were stunned when they learned she had an adult son.

The manager threatened her that she either do it completely right or he would have to replace her. Having been replaced by younger models for many jobs in the past couple of years, she was determined to keep the job and prove him wrong. One thing [or 2]about Amanda, she hated to lose and she was a perfectionist.

That night, during dinner, Amanda explained her odd problem to her son.

Kevin listened intently, trying not to stare too long at his mom's nylon-clad legs and feet. His dick ached and he knew he would be jerking off to his mother in nylons as his personal mommy mannequin. He also was briefly wondering if hypnosis would help her with this... although he wasn't about to suggest that yet. Instead, he suggested, thinking this was an odd job, but his mother seemed determined to keep it, "You should practice at home."

"That's a great idea," Amanda nodded, although she wasn't sure it would help a lot, as it was the interactions of the customers that set her off. "But...."

Kevin, who had spent his whole life around models and still saw his mother as the most beautiful woman in the world, said, even as he ogled her. "The key is to get used to being ogled."

"That isn't the problem," Amanda said, used to being stared at, treated like a fantasy for men... sexually harassed and touched inappropriately, "it's the being touched and the verbal abuse." While customers were not to touch her, some did... and many said things they should never say.

"Well, that is a predicament if you are not allowed to speak or move," Kevin said, still thinking this was an odd job and yet wondering how hot it would be to have his own mannequin to use as he pleased. He knew this was wrong, but when his dick was hard, he had some very inappropriate thoughts about his mother.

"I know," Amanda agreed, "I usually don't care what anyone says to me, or if some creepy guy is checking me out, as it has happened all my life. But being a mannequin, I feel so helpless when I'm not allowed to move. I feel completely vulnerable."

"That makes sense," Kevin nodded, protective of his mother, "most men are pigs."

"That has been my experience," the mother sighed, noticing her son taking extra glances at her legs and feet in nylons. She would be lying if she didn't know her son had a nylon fetish and that his dick got hard admiring her. She knew it was wrong but she wore nylons a lot for him. She never would cross the line of family relations, but she did get the odd excitement of having her son admire her.

Kevin wanted to say 'Well, you are hot', but he kept that to himself. Having a model mother and an ultimate MILF living in his house had been very difficult as the majority of his sexual fantasies involved having sex with his mother. He had read a plethora of online erotica and watched equally as many faux incest videos and couldn't count the number of times he jerked off about his mother. In fact, the porn star Cherie Deville had a shockingly striking resemblance to her mother, or vice versa, and every time he watched a scene with her, he imagined being the male. He pushed off the thought of the porn he would be watching later tonight, as he offered, even as he liked the idea of perhaps innocently touching his mother, "Let's finish eating and then I'll help you practice."

"Sure, what have I got to lose?" Amanda agreed, stretching her right leg right out, knowing it would make her son look. It did.

"Your job," he quipped, loving to tease his mom even as he admired his mom's sexy leg... wondering if she knew how much she constantly teased him as his dick flinched in his pants.

"Brat," she laughed, her son always able to cheer her up.

Once dinner was done, and dishes put away, as a team, like they always did, Amanda posed in a similar position as she did at work, dressed in a 1950's poodle skirt, as part of that week's 'decades' theme.

Kevin moved his mom's arms and legs a bit, slyly moved his hands down her nylon-clad calf enjoying the softness of the sheer silk, poked her on the side and made funny faces at her. She struggled a lot, even trembling when her son moved his hands down her calf as it felt accidentally sexual and it made her realize just how long she had not had sex.

"I'm definitely going to get fired," she sighed after a rather unsuccessful practice with her son.

"Maybe we should try hypnosis," he suggested, having been playing with the psychological art since he started college. He had found a couple of ways to hypnotize a person.

One, the first process he tried, was to create subliminal messages on an audio recording and let the person listen to it at night. This had a pretty good success rate at helping a few students and one professor of his do things like quit smoking, stop biting their nails, have better focus in class, reduce anxiety, lose weight, lack of sleep and so forth.

He had also begun practicing this term with in-person hypnosis training. At first, he had just begun working on personal hypnosis, thinking it would be fun to make some money as an entertainment hypnotist now that he had a pretty strong understanding of the brain and the power of hypnosis. While not everyone was easily susceptible to hypnosis (you saw that when some people on stage didn't fall under), approximately 67% of people are. But lately, he had found one-on-one hypnosis had better results and was a lot more enjoyable.

He wondered, as he admired his beautiful mother in a sexy fifties outfit, if his mother landed in the two-thirds majority of people who could be hypnotized.

"Really?" She asked, knowing her son was majoring in the unique science but having not put much thought into its effectiveness.

"Sure," Kevin said, having never thought much about ever using it on his mother, but this would likely relax her when she was to be in that mental state of a mannequin. Just a couple of trigger suggestions would likely be enough.

"I don't know," she said, not comfortable with the entire concept of hypnosis. She didn't like the idea of not being in complete control.

"Think about it," Kevin said, "it may assist in relaxing you during those performances."

"And not get me fired."

"Exactly," Kevin nodded, knowing he would be jerking off to his mom in this outfit tonight.

"I'll think about it," Amanda agreed and that night did some research on the exact (and not so exact) science of hypnosis. She was pretty fascinated by how effective it could be when done by a professional, including assisting patients with anxiety before and after a major surgery. The more she read, the more comfortable she became with the possibility of getting hypnotized as a way to assist with her own issues while trying to be a mannequin.

That night in a different room, Kevin was watching one of his favourite videos starring his Mom's porn replica in one called 'Caught in a Bind'. This one was wicked as Cherie is bound to a bed, wrists and ankles spread-eagled in sexy lingerie and black stockings and is discovered by her step-son. She begs him to release her, but he decides to use her. Her brief resistance is shattered after some pussy teasing and being offered his big cock. As Kevin watched her voraciously suck that dick, he imagined his mother working his dick over with that sort of enthusiasm.

As he watched Deville suck that cock, he imagined his mother being frozen like a mannequin as he face fucked her roughly like Cherie often got face fucked. He then imagined her back in that fifties attire, and bending her over the table, lifting up her poodle skirt, fingering her pussy while she remained frozen, unable to resist. As he slowly stroked his hard dick, he imagined his mom hypnotized and unable to do anything but obey him; becoming a mindless pet for him... a mannequin Mommy.

This wasn't something he had actually ever considered before: using hypnosis in even the slightest nefarious way had never occurred to him, and yet as he continued to pump his dick faster, he imagined his mother as his mannequin slave. Unable to do anything but pleasure him in whatever position he put her in. This wicked idea led to him coming in seconds at the thought of making his Mom his Mannequin Mommy.

Once Kevin had ejaculated though, he felt a wave of guilt over his inappropriate fantasy. Yes, imagining having sex with his own mother all the time was wrong, wrong, wrong. But there was massive psychological research on this incestuous taboo mindset, doubled in reality to boys who had to be the man of the house like he had. Kevin could have gone to a few Ivy League colleges but that would have meant leaving his mother alone and he just couldn't do that.

Yet, using his advanced training to perhaps make his mother compliant to his sexual urges and desires was ethically, morally and socially wrong, wrong, wrong.

.....

THURSDAY

The next day for Amanda went worse than any other day; her only saving grace was that her boss wasn't at work that day to see her many mistakes. Two older men suggested they double penetrate the mannequin, something Amanda used to enjoy in her wild youth when she was a dirty slut who loved cock and pussy... that is, until one of those wild nights of excess dick led to her getting knocked up. It could have been one of the gangbangs, the threesome with two directors, a night at a sex dungeon where she was tied up and used as a train, or any other of her wild, usually alcohol fuelled sexfests.

That said, once she discovered she was pregnant, she quit drinking, quit men, although she still had the odd lesbian encounter, and focused on being a single mother.

Frustrated from the brutal day, and already in her sixties hippy outfit for tomorrow, she came home, one that would guarantee she would be verbally harassed all day.

Kevin had spent the entire day doing some research and working with a couple patients and was dying to see the results tomorrow. With his professor who wanted to quit smoking, he planted a seed to wear nylons every day. He had also planted the same seed in an insecure freshman who hated that she was overweight and had huge insecurities about her body. For her, he stressed that wearing nylons would make her feel beautiful. This was the first time he had used his secret fetish as a bonus to a hypnosis session and while he knew it was wrong, he couldn't resist the temptation.

The son's cock instantly hardened at the sight of his mother in such a sexy outfit, in all truth it hardened almost always at the sight of his mother... but this hippy outfit, with a headband, and beige coloured pantyhose, his favourite colour. "You look groovy," he smiled.

"I hate you," she sighed, as she put her hands on her hips.

.

The mother noticed a hard-on poking out of her son's sweats and wondered if it was a coincidence of a young man or if this outfit turned him on. If the latter was the case, tomorrow was going to be a long day. Now, she wasn't naive. She knew her son admired her body. Everyone admired her body. Besides knowing he had a nylon fetish and admired her legs and feet sometimes, she also suspected he masturbated about her, having heard him moan 'Mommy' on more than one occasion from his room as the walls were very thin. While slightly perverse, she kind of liked the idea of her son masturbating about her... it made her feel wanted... even though she had no remote interest or intention to do anything about it.

The television show he had been watching was no longer of interest as he had a much more entertaining activity right before him. "What? I thought this was all about free love."

"You really are a brat," she said, shaking her head.

"So did today go better?" he asked, glancing down at her perfectly manicured toes.

"No, maybe even worse," she said with frustration.

"Maybe you just need more practice," he said, standing up.

"I need a miracle," she said, his dick in his pants making an impressive tent. God, she really needed to get laid. She would have to give Anastasia a call. It had been some time but Anastasia had a variety of strap-ons and knew how to fuck her good and hard.

"You just got to chill," the son said in a high-as-a-kite hippy tone.

Amanda tried not to move. Her hands on her hips. He breathed on her neck which made her body tremble slightly... her neck super sensitive.

Kevin wanted to kiss her neck... but he resisted. He softly poked her sides and each time he did that, she twitched or even giggled a little... her stoic facial expression breaking.

"Damn it," she cursed, frustrated about not being able to hold it... having always been very ticklish.

"It's okay," Kevin said, "a little hypnosis would likely solve your ticklish problem."

"I'm considering it," she said, as he moved his hands down to her legs.

Kevin got a little more adventurous and slid his hands down her perfectly toned legs. Although he loved everything about her: her blonde hair, exotic green eyes, dazzling smile, great ass, perky breasts and overall great personality, it was her legs, whether bare and tanned or in any style of hosiery (thigh highs, pantyhose, fishnets, garter and stocking) that really turned him on.

Amanda felt a chill go up her spine and a tingle down below at the intimate touch of her son, but credited it to the incredible lack of intimate contact in recent years. She hadn't even been with a woman since before COVID... all she had was her trusty vibe to keep her going and deal with the odd time she was sexually frustrated. She really wondered if Anastasia even still lived in the city. For the first time in years, she was feeling aroused.

Kevin didn't want this to end, but also didn't want to seem like a pervert, and thus ended the sly touching of his mother and suggested instead, "Think about the hypnosis, Mom. I really think it would help with your giggles when being tickled."

"Maybe tomorrow," she said, knowing she was going to use her long-ignored vibe tonight. She couldn't explain it but her son had somehow turned her on.

"Okay," he said as he moved away.

That night, Amanda discovered her toy's batteries were dead and she couldn't find any new ones. Alas, she ended up fucking herself with it without the stimulating vibrations, and as she closed her eyes, she imagined Anastasia pounding her from behind, as she loved deep hard back shots. In a few minutes she came and lay there enjoying her orgasm and wondering why she didn't do this more.

She called Anastasia but the number no longer existed. She sighed. She then went to Facebook and messaged her:Long time, no talk.

Meanwhile, Kevin watched one of his favourite Deville scenes, this one a wicked one with Samantha Rone. Step-mom Cherie walks in and catches her with a well-hung stud. Slowly drawn in, she ends up in a wickedly wild threesome that includes hot nasty talk, oral, anal and incestuous lesbianism. To add to the epic scene that Kevin had watched dozens of times in its entirety, both women were in sexy white stockings. While Samantha is hot and wicked in encouraging her mom to suck and get fucked, it's Deville, looking and sounding like his mother, who always had Kevin aching. A sweetness mixed with raw sexuality that he felt his mother carried, although she hid it through being a mother.

For a second straight night, the kink of his mother being a mannequin controlled his fantasies. As he watched Cherie take the big cock in her asshole, he imagined his mother in her hippy outfit frozen in position as he sodomized her. For reasons he couldn't explain the idea of having sex with a living mannequin was now becoming his newest fetish. For a man who was nineteen and a virgin, he had a lot of kinky fantasies.

He came hard thinking of his mother as his personal ass slut.

Again, once spent, he cursed his own twisted thoughts. Yet, even as he cleaned up he couldn't help but wonder if he could use hypnosis to turn a woman into a frozen fuck toy.

......

FRIDAY

At school, Kevin was disappointed to see his professor not in a skirt wearing pantyhose as he had subliminally suggested, but pants and flats. He did wonder if she was wearing them under her boring as fuck attire. After class, he went to ask her a question about their next appointment which wasn't until next week and looking down could see the black nylons. She had obeyed, albeit not in the way he had envisioned, but that was on him for not doing a better job with what he wanted. He would fix that next appointment.

Luckily for him, she asked, "Do you have any openings today? I had a major craving last night and almost gave in."

"Well, I don't usually see patients on Fridays, but for you, Mrs Jones, I'll make it work. What time?" Kevin asked. It was true he usually took the afternoons off Friday, but wanting to improve his suggestions he felt this was rather serendipitous.