"Roses are red and Sugar is sweet," I said, watching to make sure that their faces took on the absent look of mesmerism. "Rachel, I want you to dance for me, dance as seductively as you can. Do a striptease for me, show me your wonderful body. Callie, you will dance with her. Help her strip out of her clothes, as your mother undresses for me you will become more aroused. You like seeing her dance, her body excites you. After she's done, you will strip for me and your mother will dance with you. Rachel, you will enjoy your daughter's striptease, it will excite you, arouse you in a way new to you. Do you both understand?"
They both nodded their heads absently, their distant voices sounding almost in chorus as they said, "Yes, I understand."
"Good, now when I turn on the stereo you will begin dancing. Violets are blue, and so are you." The animation returned to their faces as they came out of their trances. Next time I hypnotized someone I'd have to come up with a slightly more intelligent sounding trigger phrase. I felt like a complete ass saying Roses are red all the time. "Why don't we listen to some music," I suggested as I pushed the power button on the stereo remote.
As I scanned for a suitable station, Rachel climbed off the arm of the sofa and stood in the middle of the floor facing me. I finally found a station that played music upbeat enough to strip to and as the first beats of a song came on, Rachel started moving her body seductively to the music. She stepped into the clear space in front of the couch, her eyes closed as she bobbed her head to the music. She ran her hands down sides as she ground her hips in time with the beat, her brown hair swirling around her face. Her hands slid down over her thighs, caressing the firm skin in her stockings. Rachel turned around as raised her hands back up, gripping the hem of her short dress in her hands raising it slowly until I got a brief glimpse of her shapely ass. She suddenly dropped her dress and turned back around to face me, her hands sliding up her body to caress her full breasts as she bent over towards me, giving me a good view of her ample cleavage as she danced to the music. She teased me with the view down her dress for a few seconds then slowly straightened up, lowering the straps of her dress off her slim shoulders. She worked the fabric lower, until only the bottom half of her breasts were covered by her dress. Rachel swayed to the music like that for a few seconds then lowered her dress, revealing her ample breasts clad only in a black push up bra. Her nipples were erect and jutted through the thin fabric as she lowered the tight dress over her flat stomach.
She danced there, her hands sliding over the bare skin of her stomach as Callie stood up behind her, her young body moving in time with the beat of the music. Callie stepped up close to her mother, pressing her slender body tight against Rachel's, her hands sliding around her hips as they danced in unison. Rachel moaned softly as her daughter ran her hands seductively over her bare skin, sliding them up to cup her full tits, the young woman's long graceful fingers toying with the erect nipples. As Callie caressed her mother's full breasts, Rachel slid her hands down, pushing her dress off her hips and letting it fall to the floor. As her clothing fell to the floor, Rachel turned in her daughter's embrace, pressing her voluptuous body tight against the young woman, her hands sliding down Callie's back to caress the girl's firm ass. Callie moaned as her mother started grinding her hips into hers, their bodies tightly pressed together. Reaching around her mother, Callie quickly undid the clasp of the black bra, letting it fall free.
Turning around, Rachel bared her breasts to me, dancing seductively in only her panties and stockings, rubbing her slim body tight against her daughter's. Callie ran her hands over her mother's long athletic legs as she ground against her full round ass. Rachel turned to her daughter, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of her blouse. Callie swayed her body in tempo to the music as she let her mother remove her clothes. Rachel ran her hands over the smooth skin of Callie's body seductively, never overtly feeling her daughter up. As Rachel slid her daughter's skirt down her long legs, I noticed Callie was wearing stockings as well. Her long athletic legs were encased in a pair of tan thigh high stockings, the light brown nylon contrasting with her pale skin. Callie was also wearing a pair of white silk panties that barely covered the pleasant bulge of her sex as she gyrated her hips to the music. The two women danced close together, rubbing their nearly naked bodies together sensually.
As the song came to an end, both women turned to look at me, their arms around each other's waists. They looked so good standing side by side clad only in their panties and stockings that I had trouble deciding which one I wanted most. Callie, with her slender young body, her firm young breasts heaving from the exertion of dancing, or Rachel, her mature body thicker then her daughter's but just as desirable, her ample breasts covered with a slight sheen of perspiration. |