Mind-Control Panties

write up Seven : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The physical body slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wives and combine investment trust daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand wear would thrill in repulsion at the pile of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect tense office to drop off the shape 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black duo of scanty with a I Christian Bible written in sparkling, atomic number 79 letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this next game to begin. With a insouciant flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the couplet of scanty where a Lester Willis Young girl would happen it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the memory board, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was XXV. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her youthful age, her voguish top showing them off to their total, all gave the phantasy of maturity to her nubile build. Her vivacious, red fuzz swept about her face, her fleeceable eye dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and saving grace that could only fare with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the rail, a model ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or capital of the United Kingdom or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her female parent. Besides her girl, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy whisker, breast as turgid as her girl's ( though hers were substantial ), and patrician eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, look at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the tingle racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her female parent blanched."panty like those are not going to serve you win. Go feel at the thong. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second position again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thongs while her female parent found her a delicious outfit for the coming beauty pageantry. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her hubby 's credit card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to wedge the daughter into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the sideboard for the depot employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the step-in being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the eternal sleep of the article of clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was Charles Frederick Worth investing in.

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molly Jordan

"Come on,"I shouted."We have to get your nails done. Hurry. We 're running out of time."

There was always so much to do. The pageantry was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt azure was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter finis time, but not this prison term. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Alexander Graham Bell.

My girl was everlasting. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump backtalk, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her super C eyes from her begetter, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous ?

Precious came down the stair, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to show off the vivacious toenail Polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the black bra she wore. She reached the ass of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I 'm ready, Mom,"she said.

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a flip-flop peeking out."Turn around."

"Geez,"she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the border of the abstract, feeling a tingle as I caressed the bank line that her panty pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The panties I showed you utmost hebdomad,"she muttered."The cute ones. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my trunk. My nipples hardened, my pussy aching."You need more than just panties with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. preciously, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line of reasoning. I should make you go upstair and change, but we 're going to be late."

"The contest's tomorrow,"she muttered."Let me just have these. Okay ? I promise I 'll do my best, so terminate being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her minuscule bickering. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the evaluator would see her today. Good affair, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best thing either. She should have a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the jurist 's board a garish thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her earphone the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a wont I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competitor, I just knew it would involve her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her release against that twat Sapphire.

What was that daughter 's female parent thought process ? 18 and wearing such a shameful outfit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The news echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other fille. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my girl as the manicurist, a chatty Thai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered estimate. My daughter was arrant. Her tits, a natal day present tense when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was flawless, her heart such an enticing tint of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A naughty thrill raced through me. A shudder that started in my cunt and rippled through my consistency. My idea was perfect. Something that would nominate her stand out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My girl looked up."Mom ? Oh, no, what are you thinking about ?"

"We have another diaphragm to take a shit after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing example next."

"You sing fine. This will make you sparkle."

"Sparkle ?"Precious asked."What are you talking about, Mom ?"

I shuddered. It was such a repelling idea I had.

While the Thai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vivacious shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my sound. I googled my idea. I 'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my puss. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

"Where are we going ?"Precious asked after her nails were finished. She held them out before her, knowing not to touch anything until they were dry.

"We need to get something special,"I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eagre for this.

My girl gave me a Wyrd feeling. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our terminus five hour later.

"What are we doing here ?"she asked."Mom ? I thought you said these things were tacky."

"You 're not getting a tattoo,"I said."You 're getting your nipples pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, Danton True Young woman. The judges are going to see you dazzle !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in cushion."Do you want me to show my raw titmouse to them ?"

"Honey, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to flash my tits at a bunch of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you care at all that they 're staring at me ? There clustering of deviant lusting over my barely legal material body ?"

"It does n't bother me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at Pres Young matter. Beautiful things. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little buzzer rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the wall. It was covered in all the dreaded matter people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, thorns, angels, demons, flames, unicorns, rainbows, hop clover, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look ruffianly, and some just made me scratch my head in confusion.

"Help you ?"a man asked. He peered a drapery of red astragal."You got an appointment."

I shook my head."My daughter want to get her pap pierced."

He glanced over at her."And ? Got an appointment ?"

I shook my head. I took a step closer to him."Listen, I 'm unforced to pay anything to get it done right now."

His optic flicked up and down my soundbox."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, trust me, I can cover it,"I purred."You should see the credit bound I have on the cards my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a unlike line of citation,"he said.

"fountainhead, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my pussy burning through my body. I would do anything to see my girl win.

My left helping hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo creative person 's private parts. He was a roughly man. Strong. I felt his pecker hardening through his jeans as my regard flicked up and down his consistency. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flaming and curl and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his peter harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

"Mom !"gasped Precious."What are you doing ?"

"Why, paying for your piercings,"I said."Do n't concern, I 'll take tutelage of everything, honey."

I fell to my knees before the guy."I hope a cock sucking will be good enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't carry long to thrust her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy belt. He had a silverplate belt warp with a snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

"We have to do it now,"I moaned."We need to make you dazzle."

The motivation itched in my brain. I could n't block up.

I wrenched his belt open up and then tear at his fly. His fastener popped. His zip rasped. I yanked down his knickers and underdrawers, his putz popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo front room about to draw a stranger 's dick.

I did n't fellate my hubby 's peter unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond tennis watchband. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his compact rooster in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft of light. He was so lots big than my husband. I opened extensive and sucked the tip of his pecker into my oral fissure. My lips sealed tight. My cheek hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a second. He snorted, ruffling the blackened whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a copious slut,"he growled."You see your ma, girl ?"

"Yes,"my daughter groaned, her brass red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the front of her negligee-like top."I ca n't believe she 's doing this."

"Relax, fair sex her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp pecker, so she needs a real man. Do n't worry, I 'll take guardianship of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my headspring, working my lips up and down his midst shaft. Precum spilled over my clapper. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A credit line of baloney ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy audio. So wet and tight. I shuddered. I did sense like a rich slut.

A rich, get married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so skilful. I could n't await to experience him spurting into my sassing. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my back talk. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would progress to me swallow every unmarried drop curtain of his jizz like a stark whore. I always spit out my hubby 's mettle when I would louse up him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking damn,"he groaned."Your mama 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in arrangement around his cock.

"I do n't know what the nookie is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her reheel feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite appear to front away. Her across-the-board, K eyes were locked on my lip sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's duncical cock. I shuddered, my pussycat growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the social movement of my trunk. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the material tight into my genital organ. Into my snatch. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and pantie. My clitoris throbbed, quiver racing through my physical structure. I felt so naughty compensate now.

I was a microscope stage mother doing everything potential to relieve oneself sure her daughter dazzled.

delight rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's dick. I did n't even have a go at it his name. I rubbed my slit through my skirt and pantie, delicious tingling rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My spit swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My girl crossed her arms, watching with flushed cheeks and wide, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy whisker."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. darn, you have a mouth on you."

"I ca n't believe you 're doing this, Mom,"Precious moaned.

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my dame, sliding up my thigh fast. I reached the satin framework of my panties. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot flock. I rubbed my pollex against my throbbing bud and force two finger's breadth into my pussy.

My profundity clung tight about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digits in and out of my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a excited pauperism while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

"shtup,"he growled."employment that backtalk, bitch."

"Yeah, she is a bitch,"Precious muttered."I do n't even require to get my mammilla pierced."

I did n't manage what she wanted. I was her mother and knew what was best for her.

I thrust my finger in and out of my zany faster and faster. I rubbed my ovolo in gaga circles around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My slit squeezed down on my digits. My organic structure shuddered. I groaned around his midst dick. It filled my backtalk. It was such a baseless thing to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That nip grew piquant and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His cock erupted in my oral cavity."Swallow every drop, you married slut !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my bozo. My silky form squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty ejaculate. It poured down my pharynx. I whimpered, feeling it affectionate my belly. The severe thrill drifted downhearted and turn down. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my zany. I plunged my digits hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after encumbrance of his salty jizz.

"Oh, yes, that 's it,"he growled.

I whimpered. Another spurt of cum fired into my mouth. I gulped it down as I shoved my finger deep into my twat. I was such a thoroughly mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his dick as my frame spasmed around my fingerbreadth. Juices bathed my digits. My script. My button throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heat energy rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

The tattoo artist ripped his cock out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his pants, I moaned,"yes, yes, Precious ! Oh, Precious, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

"Come along, girl,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a whore in the middle of his parlor.

succus soaked my fingerbreadth. My pleasance burned through my thinker. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a last clock time around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the rectify affair. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them houseclean, tasting the scrumptious flavor of my sweet cunt. I stumbled through the curtain of beads and found my daughter sitting in a padded chairperson. She had her blouse and bra already off, her bombastic breasts on display. They were so mature and plump and firm.

"shit,"the tattoo artist growled."How old are you ?"

"XIX,"my daughter said.

He glanced at me."Nineteen and with implants ?"

"She has to dazzle,"I said."Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both multiplication. The needle gun pierced through her garden pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silvery rings. Each had little metal balls that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other female child competing would own them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you check them out, slut,"he said, undoing his jeans."You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them,"I said."The blowjob was just for the want of appointment.

"I told you we were using a unlike type of credit,"he grinned. He pulled out that big peter of his.

My pussy tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her declamatory breasts.

My finger's breadth dug into them, feeling her silicone implants. I studied her nipple."They do n't appear swollen at all,"I said."I thought they 'd be pinnace or something. They look fine."

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to bring around but ..."This Weird smell crossed his grimace. I felt this shudder zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's mammilla while she whimpered. Her center fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's mammilla, her entire breast clutched my hired man. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty tingle racing around my pelt. electric car. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her aspect writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my bird. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The cloth tore with relaxation, but I did n't care. I spread my peg as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that hoop, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my twat in a bingle, hard plunge. My hook up with kitty-cat squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his putz in and out of my kitty-cat.

pleasure rushed through me, my pelvic girdle undulating from side to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my puss, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the thick look of his dick in me. It was unbelievable. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her face twisting in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's undecomposed. Maybe ... Maybe these are dainty !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo creative person groaned."Make for certain your daughter 's thrust pap are complete,"he growled."Damn, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouth full of my spicy daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo creative person 's shaft was immense. He stretched me candid as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right mamilla and leaned over to solve the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her house, declamatory bosom jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that immense hawkshaw plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my nipples are so raw now. holy place shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierce nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to daze. That she would shine with all her youthful mania. I trembled in delight. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussy, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my girl 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a in effect stage mother. My centre squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My daughter shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her marriageable body.

"Finger the niggling trollop 's snatch,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a whore as you are."

Precious was. It was how she would daze. It all became so clear to me at that present moment where we needed to go next.

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, faker tit. I slid across her tummy and shoved into her capris then into her tingling pantie. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my fille did n't have any nasty pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy frame as that big shaft was rubbing my twat.

"Mom,"she moaned."Oh, yes, Mom ! Oh, yes, I 'm going to dazzle !"

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his dick oil production oceanic abyss in me. His balls smacked hard into my clitoris.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the sceptre of that wanton blast. I thrust two finger into my daughter 's goose. I shuddered as I sank my digit into her snatch. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her have a slight fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the trump. My daughter did n't fall behind.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingers churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her blind drunk twat squeezing around my digit. My tongue played with her tit piercing between my hard sucks. I groaned, my twat clamping down on that immense dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her juices soaked my digits as they plunged in and out of her. I felt so connected with my daughter. We were both going to dazzle."I 'm going to cum !"

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person as he drilled his dick in and out of my cunt."Make the piddling slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a puckish mommy."

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her pussy squeezed so tight around my finger. I thrust a third gear in her.

The hussy took it with comfort. My three finger's breadth plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the bounder of my deal against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's operose balls. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My teat are so medium I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingerbreadth. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the chill from her step-in rippled up my arm as her physique convulsed around my digits. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my get married twat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my husband for the good of our daughter. I had to do it. I had to cheat on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so heavy on her nipple as my own orgasm exploded through me.

My thought melted into the moving ridge of walking on air washing out of my cunt. My slit spasmed around the tattoo creative person 's big pecker. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hands caressed my eubstance through my garb. He squeezed my teat, gripping them hard as he spilled all his seeded player in me.

"Mom,"panted my daughter."Oh, my nipple piercings are amazing."

My sexual climax peaking, I popped my lips off her nipple and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will make you shine. You 're going to win."

"Yes !"she moaned. Then she kissed me.

I shuddered, my glossa dueling with my nubile daughter 's. Her lips tasted so sweet. I felt her sexual love. She finally understood. She finally recognized what I was doing for her. That I knew what was best for her. This was what I had always dreamed of.

I broke the kiss and moaned,"I know where we have to go next to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her centre were extensive."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the backside as we hurried out 20 moment later. It was a shame my girl was wearing those horrible capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage mother thought of this ? I bet that strumpet, azure, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her posterior the entire drive. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The Grand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large group discussion dormitory. There was a planetary house out front declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The instant I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a textual matter to the drumhead judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to utter to you about making indisputable my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"room 1213,"popped up a minute later.

"Yes,"I moaned, showing the screen to my daughter.

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eyes wide."My panties are tingling so much. I just know this is what I need to bedazzle. I want to shine for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the 12th floor. My slit was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my second joint. I did n't have any panty on, the rubbish of fabric left behind at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't know his name. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My climax was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a improbable man with graying haircloth. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her pierced nipple poked hard against her taut top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her treasured daughter."He grinned at his little laugh."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"Damn,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big nozzle. Did that mean he had a big cock ?

"shag, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shave capitulum, his skin a robust hue of Diospyros ebenum. He was sinewy and fit, unseasoned than the rest.

"Are her nipples pierced ?"asked Mr. Reeve, a short guy who was unfortunately balding.

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so well-chosen with my daughter as she did n't hesitate to displume off her negligee-like blouse. Her magnanimous, fake bosom spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver gray piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her pink mammilla. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the mob twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four Book of Judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lips, salivating over her scarcely legal flesh. My snatch grew wet as I saw my girl dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump lips, her unripe center sparkling.

"Well, that is delicious,"Mr. Mason said. The aged man licked his backtalk, salivating like a hungry wolf.

"Indeed,"Mr. Reeve said."Just delicious."

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to fine-tune one of my girl 's nipple mob. I twisted it, her pink nub stretching. She gasped, a whine of delectation."My daughter deserves to win this contest, does n't she ?"

"It 's a pity she ca n't show these off during the existent rival,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald head. The Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

"She 's got my voting,"Mr. Greyson said, his big nose twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. James Neville Mason said, stepping up. The head judge boldly cupped my girl 's tit. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful pulp. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to lift her fountainhead as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my girl, staring down at her rump. At the seeable panty line through her capris. One manus rubbed at his growing erecting while his early helping hand groped my girl 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"business firm,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Jordan, your girl is a hot piece of ass."

"By all means, rip off her capris and see just how gorgeous that ass is naked."

"I think I shall,"Mr. Reeve said, giving me a leering grin."What a loving mother you are."

"I know,"I said.

My girl groaned, her tongue dueling with the promontory judge 's. While Mr. Freemason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those whiten pants. Her total darkness panties came into sight, the Book Dazzling appearing in atomic number 79, sparkly letters. He ripped those down in a flash lamp, exposing the peachy-colored rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

"You ever taken a dick back here before ?"he asked, his finger's breadth dipping into her butt-crack.

"I do n't know if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm for sure she 'll relish yours. Just lubricating substance up."

He laughed.

"You are a loving mother,"Mr. Kennedy said, amusement in his voice.

I turned to confront the Black man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my daughter to win. I 'll do anything for her."

"I bet you would,"he said, his centre flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his hands parting my daughter 's chirpy butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his typeface into her crack cocaine. My daughter whimpered into the buss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own bunghole tingled. What would it be like to have my back entrance rimmed ? It was a lewd delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"red cent,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt warp rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a here and now later, his large dick popping out. He stroked it as he watched my nude girl trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Jordan River ?"asked Mr. JFK. His hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot bitch watching your girl whore herself out ?"

"watching her dazzle,"I corrected."And, yes, I 'm getting quite juicy down there."

He laughed."I bet you are."He let out a throaty groan."How would you like me to eat your cunt out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my fair sex a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my head. I was so gladiola I douched myself before leaving the tattoo creative person 's parlor.

He ripped my apparel up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my large tit coming into perspective. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all born. His ebony hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my tit. I shuddered as he suckled. heating system surged through my espouse body. The Black man worshiped my teat while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. A. E. W. Mason now had his face buried between her big, bullshit tits.

"Oh, Mom, I 'm gon na win,"Precious moaned, her eyes fluttering.

"Yes, you are,"I groaned, my nipples throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry mouth.

His manpower stroked down my sides, his partake electrifying. I groaned as his thumb hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my articulatio coxae, the stuff rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my married pussycat on flak. This was all so commove. Such a skanky rush.

My husband could never witness out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to rip off on him so she could win. I had to meet these judges. My girl needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. President Kennedy fell to his knees. His hard hands, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark lips nuzzling into my brasslike crotch hair. I gasped as his clapper flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My large tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my bend. He brushed my clit. My groan miscellaneous with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grinning on her side. Mr. A. E. W. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his finger played with the early, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's typeface. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. Mason dropped to his knees before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my handwriting on one of these pageant sluts for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's naughty lingua swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her talk through one's hat mamilla jiggling as Mr. James Mason pressed his face into her shaven twat. He licked and lapped at her twat. It was crystallise she was receiving the like bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my girl 's hired hand. She clutched tight to me, her head turning. Her super C eyes were glassy with pleasure.

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long tool."diddley, she 's just a fucking piffling hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her pelvic arch undulating. She was getting eaten from both death. Her hand tightened on mine as her moan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the depths of my married cunt. The Black man swirled his knife around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvis undulating from side to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's handwriting as he feasted on me. My large tits swayed while my daughter 's talk through one's hat tits jiggled. Her nipple ring flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

"Mr. Mason ! Mr. Reeve !"Precious moaned."Oh, my God, I 'm going to cum !"

"Of course you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my daughter with such ravening hunger in his eye. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would pay her to them.

She would win. Everyone would lie with that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. nearly dazzling. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky blackamoor man feasting on me."Oh, I 'm gon na cum in your mouth."

"goodness,"he growled."But not as hard as you 'll cum on my cock."

"Anything so my girl wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can tell yourself any Trygve Halvden Lie you want about why you want to ride my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my girl. I was a safe wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his finger's breadth dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hired man, electrical energy tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasance swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming climax. My moan commingle with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, nookie, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. Freemason groaned,"bathe me with those juices. Barely sound slit is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was bring in she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his tool. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry lip. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My kitty-cat succus gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. JFK with my cream. He growled, his lingua licking and lapping through my folds. He caressed my pussy sassing. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His strong hired man gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thought process. piddling superstar danced before my heart. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasance today. So many payoff for being a good phase female parent. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her head towards mine. Our lips met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'oral fissure. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous walking on air. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking diddly-shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your cunt,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your pussy on my putz right now, you little loose woman !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your putz feel amazing, Mr. James Neville Mason !"

"Good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his mouth, clearly savoring the taste sensation of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his back. My girl undid his trouser and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my slit while I came down from my orgasmic high up. My daughter mounted the head judge, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her barely legal cunt down his stopcock. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

"Fuck me,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He was already smearing KY jelly on his stopcock. He stroked it, staring at my girl 's ass as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his side from my pussy. He stood up, my Passion of Christ soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those horny pervert, are n't you ?"

I shuddered, glancing up at him."I just want my daughter to win. This is what it takes."

He grinned, his right helping hand taking my left wing. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to explode on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her titty heaved, her nipple rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My girl 's oculus widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his dick into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. President John F. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and dark, a mighty shaft that would ram into my married snatch. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My workforce shot down to snap up his cock. My pale fingers wrapped around his ebony tree shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, aegir to sense his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's cock in her arse."make sure I win."

"I will,"I moaned."I love you, Precious !"

Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his hawkshaw against my twat."Riiiiight, just doing this for love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing cock into my pussy. His thick tool stretched me to my demarcation. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wave of darkness washing over my visual sense. He was so immense. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thighs locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my shaft right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my girl 's lips as the former two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My kitty-cat clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge cock as I watched my girl swallow the third base justice 's dick. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's powerful push. His cock drilled into my wed cunt."Please them !"

"God fucking shit, she is loving them,"growled Mr. Kennedy as he thrust his cock over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's muffled moans immix with the oink and moan of the four evaluator. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old physical structure with greedy thirst. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake tits, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same time, Mr. stonemason tugged on her nipple closed chain, twisting her fat, pink nitty-gritty and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with gruelling thrusts, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't expect away as the sexy Mr. President John F. Kennedy rammed his ebony cinch in and out of my pussycat. He stretched me afford so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my kitty-cat. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His hammer filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love wed, Patrick White cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't fuck you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to puddle sure my daughter won. My kitty-cat ached, his every thrust building me towards my own explosive coming."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eyes locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old deviant fucked her strong. They used her trunk for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my decently breast in his tight hold. His deep fingerbreadth sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his prick into my puss. The sleek friction sent Wave of heating that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my nitty-gritty. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, tidal bore for that volatile eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's hips. My hands reached up, fingerbreadth clawing at his muscular chest. I felt his defined pecks. There was nada sagging or lenient about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock hard physique. I reveled in his forte as his dick reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."spotter that piffling White slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, is n't she just a whore ? She 's loving their dicks."

"My daughter is dazzling !"I moaned, my cunt squeezing down around his cock. I was so conclude to cumming. My toes curled.

"Just like you,"he whispered."A White River, married woman of the street. You 're going to set off on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"kiss me. squeeze that tongue in my oral cavity. I want to feel your heat !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my bosom as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as recondite into his sassing as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His manly presence drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my wages. I was such a ripe wife and mother. My husband had to realize that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My kitty-cat convulsed and writhed about his big peter. My twat spasmed as the moving ridge of Adam surged through me. My integral eubstance bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

ace exploded across my vision. I howled into our candy kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his pecker. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. fasting. His privates crushed my clit over and over. spark of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my idea drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my pecker ! Not like your married man 's wimpy, piffling prick !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, ebony bull pounded me hard.

The sexual climax rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took fear of Mr. Kennedy 's big dick. My puss writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My pap throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his pecker into me, another wave of exaltation sloshed through me. I could n't consider I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

"Cum in me !"I howled."yield it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"Liar !"

"Just sacrifice it to me !"I moaned, my head dissolving into ecstasy.

"tinker's damn, I love fucking a espouse woman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my uterine cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. wave of darkness washed across my vision, my climax intensifying. I screamed towards such apex of exaltation. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my slit milked his bollock dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony bull's eye 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My snatch rejoiced. I could n't remember the stopping point time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

"Oh, my God, yes !"I howled.

I drifted, lost to the delight. I was dazed. I heard voices talking around me. I heard my daughter pant,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a daze. I looked up to see something. It was garden pink and gawp undefendable. White swam in the meat. I struggled to focus on it as—

My girl planted her twat right on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her snatch. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet passion. I groaned and did n't waffle to drub it up. She whimpered as her headland buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my dessert daughter 's tongue imbrication across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my deepness. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her sheepfold. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her large titty pillowed against my stomach, nipple and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each former. We were lost to sapphic delight. I could see the judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our depraved actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no early female parent would do something this wild to ensure that her girl dazzled.

Our tongues plundered each former. We lapped that yummy cum out of each former. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their shaft as they watched us twist in tribade incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's butt face as I devoured my foremost bitch. Her Sweet juice stained my sass. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the ripe mommy ever ! Am I going to be a victor ?"

"Yes, you are, fornicatress !"Mr. Mason grunted.

My girl latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rear, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my pleasure growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this moment as they stroked their dick with their other hands. They were showing off my daughter to her best. She proved she would do anything to win.

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her taint to the trim congregation of her pussy. I lapped it up, a moody flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the dulcet pick. I shuddered, feasting on her with pleasure. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our teat rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was unbelievable.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a beaut pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top : Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic ecstasy.

My girl lapped up the succus flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a mo later her cream gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton passion splashed onto my lips. The watching judge groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of bliss flowed through my physical structure. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that vertex of raptus, I knew she would demand to daze even brighter for the next competition. She would take to have that pretty, piffling clit pierced. The judges at Miss Princess pleasure needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my climax. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our torso. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my wages. I was a honorable level mother who helped her daughter shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The number chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Alexander Graham Bell knockout pageant. It was displayed in a autumn of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the kitty."And the winner is ... Precious Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old redheader gasped in"shock."If the shape had n't set the stage for her triumph, the figure of speech would have got believed it was a genuine surprisal. The figure loved what the Dazzling pantie had wrought. mother and girl had gotten in on the fun.

The figure glanced at its following twosome of panties. The potential drop of this couple sent a wild shudder through the form. These step-in were cut narrow. Almost a G-string. There was just enough fabric in the back for two words to be printed : wild kick. The red missive contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the thoroughgoing billet to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...