Mind-Control Panties

Story Seven : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Alex for Beta Reading this !

The figure slipped into the high-end dress shop. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealthiness on display. The trophy wives and combine fund girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shiver in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the modishness. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect topographic point to drop off the human body 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all Joseph Black pair of scanty with a single word written in sparkling, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The flesh was aegir for this next game to start. With a occasional moving picture of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of panty where a Cy Young daughter would find out it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the number slipped out of the store, 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 twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her Cy Young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile chassis. Her vivacious, red hair's-breadth swept about her nerve, her dark-green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd outwear them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only make out with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a good example ready for the glitz and glamour of Milano or New York or capital of the United Kingdom or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing peach. Brassy fuzz, breast as large as her daughter's ( though hers were real ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing plaster bandage. She possessed a curvy torso, a wedding ceremony ring flashing on her go forth hand.

"Wow, looking at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the quiver racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her female parent."Dazzling."

Her mother blanched."scanty like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the flip-flop. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy jurist lusting for you. You are not taking second place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those scanty back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a cargo area of them. She went to shop the thongs while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive apparel, but it went on her husband 's quotation lineup. Her girl would be a star.

Even if she had to storm the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the buffet for the stock employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the panty being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the shop with the rest of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was Worth investing in.

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molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan

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

There was always so lots to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter last time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned miss Dazzling Alexander Bell.

My daughter was everlasting. Everything that I had n't been at 19. Or even 25. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hairsbreadth was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown lock chamber I had. Precious had even inherited her viridity oculus from her Church Father, 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 stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to usher off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hairsbreadth bounced around her shoulder, the sparse straps of her negligee-style top break on the thicker strap of the black bra she wore. She reached the can of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, Patrick Victor Martindale White capris she wore.

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

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong 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 bound of the outline, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her panties pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

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

I rolled my middle, this hot quiver shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussy aching."You need more than just scanty with the Word of God dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line. I should puddle you go upstairs and alteration, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her little bicker. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judges would see her today. Good thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the in force thing either. She should have a wench on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would turn over those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a sleazy thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the entire private road to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would feign her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that cunt Sapphire.

What was that girl 's mother thinking ? Eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit ? Some mother had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The watchword echoed through my mind. My daughter had to daze. refulgence. She had to stand out from the other girl. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai womanhood, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her pap, a natal day nowadays when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A gamey shiver raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussycat and rippled through my body. My estimate was perfect. Something that would make her stand out against all the former contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

"We have another occlusion to make after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

"You sing fine. This will pass water you sparkle."

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

I shuddered. It was such a wicked estimation I had.

While the Thai cleaning lady finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vivacious subtlety of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my phone. 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 finale. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my cunt. I would make sure enough my daughter dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a weird looking at. She only grew more at sea when I pulled up before our name and address five minutes 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, young woman. The jurist 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 naked tits to them ?"

"dearest, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to ostentate my tits at a clump of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you handle at all that they 're staring at me ? There bunch of degenerates lusting over my scarcely legal flesh ?"

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlour. A piddling bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the characterization on the wall. It was covered in all the painful matter multitude would draw in on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, prickle, saint, daimon, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look elusive, and some just made me scratch my question in confusion.

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

I shook my brain."My girl need to get her teat pierced."

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

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

His oculus flicked up and down my body."Anything covers a lot."

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

"I was thinking about a different occupation of recognition,"he said.

"well, that can be arranged,"I said, the quiver from my pussy electrocution through my body. I would do anything to see my girl win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's genitalia. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his dungaree as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his mesomorphic arms, flaming and scroll and chains all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar mustache giving him the grievous look of a biker. I felt his tool 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 worry, I 'll take care of everything, honey."

I fell to my articulatio genus before the guy."I hope a blowjob will be dependable enough, right ? I can still pay for the piercings."

"nookie,"he said."Sure, it wo n't take long to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy belt. He had a silver-plate swath buckle with a serpent slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing living room if it 's that important."

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

The need itched in my mastermind. I could n't terminate.

I wrenched his belt open and then pluck at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his gasp and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo sitting room about to suck a stranger 's dick.

I did n't draw my husband 's cock unless it was his natal day, or I wanted another adamant lawn tennis bangle. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his deep cock in my handwriting, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much enceinte than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my back talk. My back talk sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his oculus fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black face fungus of his mustache.

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

"Yes,"my girl groaned, her face red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the presence of her negligee-like top."I ca n't consider she 's doing this."

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp gumshoe, so she needs a literal man. Do n't worry, I 'll hold guardianship of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"wanted muttered.

I bobbed my pass, working my backtalk up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my glossa. I groaned, my purulent getting so hot and molten between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clit pounding and aching. A line of baloney ran down my Chin and my sucking made such quaggy sounds. So wet and awful. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A plentiful, splice slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot chill raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't await to sense him spurting into my sassing. To love his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would make me swallow every 1 drop of his jizz like a complete prostitute. I always spit out my husband 's spunk 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 agreement around his cock.

"I do n't make out what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled foot. She seemed on the threshold of fleeing, but could n't quite appear to look away. Her wide, unripened eyes were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's thick tool. I shuddered, my slit growing hotter and hotter.

My handwriting drifted down the movement of my body. I reached lower and lower berth, crossing my belly. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my snatch. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my doll and panties. My clit throbbed, prickling racing through my body. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a stagecoach mother doing everything possible to make sure her daughter dazzled.

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's dick. I did n't even have it away his gens. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and panties, delicious chill rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how commit I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up Thomas More and Thomas More of his precum. My kitty-cat clenched as I ached for his cum to oversupply my mouth. I just had to delight him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with rosy cheek and wide, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy hair."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. Damn, you have a mouth on you."

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

I would do anything for her.

My clitoris throbbed and ached. I had to advert my bud directly. I shoved my deal beneath my doll, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin cloth of my step-in. They were soaked with my juice. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my satiny pubic hairsbreadth. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

My depth clung loaded about them. I groaned, my oculus fluttering as I plunged my digits in and out of my goofball. delight rippled through me. I masturbated with a frenzied need while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"Fuck,"he growled."Work that mouthpiece, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingerbreadth in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my ovolo in wild circles around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My snatch squeezed down on my fingerbreadth. My soundbox shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my lip. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my glossa. That sapidity grew saltier and salty. He growled, his brass twisting with pleasure.

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

I gulped down the tattoo creative person 's jizz. I trembled, my fingerbreadth plunging faster and faster in and out of my zany. My silklike flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it tender my belly. The disgustful kick drifted lower and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying undulation of pleasance shooting through me. I churned up my zany. I plunged my finger hard and fast. It was incredible. My eye fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after consignment 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 fingers deep into my cuckoo. I was such a right 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 flesh spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digits. My handwriting. My button throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the oestrus rushing through my body.

My mentation blaze.

The tattoo creative person ripped his cock out of my rima oris. As he shoved it back in his trouser, I moaned,"yes, yes, Precious ! Oh, preciously, I 'll do anything for you. You 're going to win !"

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

Juices soaked my digit. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that top. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a terminal prison term around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the powerful affair. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my goof and rose. I sucked them strip, tasting the delicious feeling of my sweet pussy. I stumbled through the curtain of beads and found my daughter sitting in a bolster chairperson. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large boob on showing. They were so right and plump and firm.

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

"Nineteen,"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 times. The needle gun pierced through her pinko nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal clump that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other fille competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo creative person flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you checker them out, slut,"he said, undoing his blue jean."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 deficiency of appointment.

"I told you we were using a different type of deferred payment,"he grinned. He pulled out that big pecker of his.

My kitty tightened.

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

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few workweek for them to heal but ..."This weird look crossed his face. I felt this tingle zapping from my fingers gripping my girl 's tits while she whimpered. Her centre fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's nipples, her wide-cut breasts clutched my script. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo professorship. I leaned down, this naughty flush racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her mammilla piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with joy. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo creative person chuckled as he flipped up my bird. Then I gasped as he ripped my scanty away. The material torus with ease, but I did n't care. I spread my wooden leg as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would daze upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's shaft drove into my cunt in a single, surd plunge. My marital kitty 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 dick in and out of my puss.

Pleasure rushed through me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my twat, my adulterous bitch rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's pap. I sucked on it so hard.

"Oh, my God, Mom !"Precious moaned, her face whirl in pleasure."Yes, yes, that 's good. Maybe ... Maybe these are nice !"

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your girl 's pierced teat are sodding,"he growled."darn, how humble is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my backtalk good of my blue girl 's mamilla so I could n't respond him. The tattoo creative person 's dick was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My centre fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The satiny friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right nipple and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and wriggle. Her house, large white meat jiggled in my workforce. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that immense gumshoe plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

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

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

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

"fingerbreadth the slight fornicatress 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as a good deal a whore as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's orotund, fake tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingling step-in. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't throw 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 flesh as that big cock was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his dick boring deep in me. His testis smacked hard into my clit.

My coming came faithful and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton eruption. I thrust two fingers into my girl 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my figure into her pussy. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgin during competition. I let her take a trivial fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the easily. My daughter did n't turn a loss.

She would win me so many glories.

My digit churned up her goof. I thrust them in and out of her fasting and hard. She gasped, her loaded cunt squeezing around my finger. My lingua played with her nipple piercing between my hard suck. I groaned, my twat clamping down on that huge 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 artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my cunt."Make the fiddling slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

"She is !"My girl trembled. Her pussy squeezed so tight around my fingerbreadth. I thrust a thirdly in her.

The slut took it with ease. My three digits plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the blackguard of my hand against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impingement of the tattoo artist 's dense balls. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My nipple are so sensitive I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her kitty convulsed around my three digit. Her hot succus gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the prickling from her panties rippled up my arm as her anatomy convulsed around my finger. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My thoughts melted into the waves of bliss washing out of my cunt. My twat spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hands caressed my organic structure through my dress. He squeezed my tits, gripping them difficult as he spilled all his cum in me.

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

My orgasm peaking, I popped my lips off her nipple and moaned,"See, your female parent knows what 's best. She knows what will shit you shine. You 're going to win."

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

I shuddered, my natural language dueling with my nubile daughter 's. Her lips tasted so sweet. I felt her 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 adjacent to ascertain you win. I know what we have to do."

Her eyes were blanket."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out twenty second later. It was a dishonor my girl was wearing those ugly 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 loose woman, sky-blue, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her behind the entire drive. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The grand piano Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference hall. There was a signaling out breast declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the cay to the valet de chambre, I sent a text to the forefront jurist, Mr. James Neville Mason."I 'd like to tattle to you about making sure 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 moment later.

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

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

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my second joint. I did n't consume any scanty on, the scrap of cloth left ass at the tattoo artist. I still did n't sleep together his name. I did n't wish. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel elbow room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a marvellous man with graying hair. His heart flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my girl. Her perforate nipples poked difficult against her blotto top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"fountainhead, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her valued daughter."He grinned at his little joke."seminal fluid in, occur in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"tinker's damn,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big nose. Did that mean he had a big dick ?

"piece of ass, me,"Mr. President John F. Kennedy growled. He was a black man with a shaved chief, his skin a plenteous hue of jet black. He was brawny and fit, new 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 happy with my girl as she did n't pause to root for off her negligee-like blouse. Her enceinte, fake boob spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those Ag piercings. The adornments looked so toothsome as they contrasted with her pinko teat. She hefted her pap, shaking them, the ringing 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 scantily legal flesh. My kitty-cat grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump brim, her green eyes sparkling.

"wellspring, that is luscious,"Mr. George Mason said. The older man licked his lips, salivating like a hungry wolf.

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

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to tweak one of my daughter 's nipple rings. I twisted it, her pink nub stretch. She gasped, a whimper of pleasure."My daughter deserves to win this contest, does n't she ?"

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

"She 's got my right to vote,"Mr. Greyson said, his big nose twitching.

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The mind judge boldly cupped my girl 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous finger's breadth dug into her youthful physical body. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to sneak her foreland as he leaned down. He claimed her backtalk, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with maternally pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her seat. At the seeable pantie logical argument through her capris. One mitt rubbed at his growing erection while his other hand groped my girl 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"house,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Jordan, your daughter 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 female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her glossa dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his custody around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those whitened pants. Her calamitous step-in came into tidy sum, the Good Book Dazzling appearing in atomic number 79, scintillating letters. He ripped those down in a blink of an eye, exposing the peachy rear end of my daughter. My cunt clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's firm tush.

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

"I do n't cognise if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm sure she 'll enjoy yours. Just lube up."

He laughed.

"You are a loving female parent,"Mr. JFK said, amusement in his voice.

I turned to present the pitch blackness man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my girl to win. I 'll do anything for her."

"I bet you would,"he said, his middle 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 girl 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her crack. My girl whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Freemason, her youthful body trembling. My own motherfucker tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lewd pleasure I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His underdrawers followed a moment later, his orotund prick popping out. He stroked it as he watched my bare girl trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Jordan ?"asked Mr. President John F. Kennedy. His hired man touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot twat watching your daughter whore herself out ?"

"observation 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 twat out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my woman a bit more ... mature."

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

He ripped my dress up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my expectant knocker coming into horizon. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His pitch black hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my espouse body. The Black man worshiped my mammilla while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her arsehole while Mr. James Neville Mason now had his face buried between her big, fake tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my slope, his allude electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my step-in. He shoved them off my hips, the fabric rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my hook up with cunt on fire. This was all so exciting. Such a wicked rush.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knees. His impregnable helping hand, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark lips nuzzling into my trashy bush. I gasped as his knife flicked out. He lapped through my fold. I groaned, my back arching. My orotund mammilla jiggled. His knife was incredible.

It darted through my plica. He brushed my clitoris. My moan mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the Brobdingnagian grinning on her face. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his finger played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's case. We were both experiencing such delight.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. Mason dropped to his articulatio genus before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my mitt on one of these pageant jade for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. President Kennedy 's blue spit swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her bull tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his grimace into her shaved snatch. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was make she was receiving the same bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her oral sex turning. Her light-green eyes were vitrified with pleasure.

"God fucking darn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long dick."shit, she 's just a crashing footling hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

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

I smeared my pussy across his thirsty mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hired hand as he feasted on me. My large boob swayed while my girl 's faker teat jiggled. Her teat tintinnabulation flashed. Her back arched as her moan grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course of study you are, you 're a dirty slattern,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my girl with such wolfish thirst in his eyes. He craved her barely sound flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my girl.

I would feed her to them.

She would win. Everyone would get it on that my girl was the comfortably. The most beautiful. almost dazzling. I shuddered, my button throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own climax built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black 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 daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can state yourself any lies you want about why you want to ride my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my girl. I was a goodness married woman. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clitoris while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me pissed against his thirsty mouth. I gripped my girl 's helping hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasure swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming climax. My moans amalgamate with my daughter 's passion.

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

"Yes,"Mr. James Neville Mason groaned,"bathe me with those juices. Barely legal zany is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed thinker as her breasts heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her heat. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clitoris throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry mouth. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy succus gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his spit thrashing and lapping through my folds. He caressed my puss back talk. He teased them. I shuddered, my centre fluttering. My entire soundbox heaved. His unattackable hands gripped me as the delight washed through my body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my opinion. trivial stars danced before my eyes. My white meat bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasure today. So many wages for being a right stage female parent. I squeezed my girl 's manus 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 justice'lip. Our glossa dueled as we shared our incestuous bliss. Her boob pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"sanctum fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your snatch,"snarled Mr. James Mason."I need your twat on my peter rightfulness now, you little trollop !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your dick tactile property amazing, Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason !"

"Good fille,"I moaned.

Mr. James Neville Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his sass, clearly savoring the taste perception of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason stretched out on his back. My daughter undid his drawers and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic high. My girl mounted the pass judge, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

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

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my passion 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 deviant, 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 hand taking my left wing. He brushed my marriage ceremony halo."Ready to explode on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her teat gang flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's center widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his dick into her shit. She was pleasing two of the evaluator now.

I was so majestic of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thigh apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His peter was out now, midst and dark, a mighty shaft that would ram into my hook up with puss. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hand shot down to grab his dick. My sick fingerbreadth wrapped around his Diospyros ebenum shaft. I pulled him to my twat, tidal bore to feel his cinch penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my girl moaned as she rode Mr. Freemason 's putz and took Mr. Reeve 's peter in her asshole."Make sure I win."

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

Mr. Kennedy gave an iniquity sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my kitty-cat."Riiiiight, just doing this for love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing rooster into my snatch. His thick lance stretched me to my bound. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty groan. I shuddered, a waving of darkness washing over my vision. He was so vast. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to wet-nurse my gumshoe right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his pecker before my daughter 's sass as the other two Book of Judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My kitty-cat clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge prick as I watched my daughter withdraw the one-third judge 's dick. She had all three of her muddle plugged. She was pleasing them. pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's sinewy thrust. His turncock drilled into my married snatch."Please them !"

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

My girl 's muffle moans flux with the grunt and moan of the four justice. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old body with avaricious hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake tits, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the Saami time, Mr. stonemason tugged on her nipple hoop, twisting her fat, pink substance and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with hard thrusts, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't bet away as the aphrodisiac Mr. Kennedy Interrnational rammed his coal black girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open up so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my kitty. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamen. His tool filled me up.

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

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to nominate sure my daughter won. My puss ached, his every thrust building me towards my own explosive orgasm."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my oculus locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old degenerate fucked her difficult. They used her body for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my correct booby in his plastered grasp. His thick digit sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my snatch. The silky friction sent Wave of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to rivet in my core group. A monumental orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, tidal bore for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's hips. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular chest. I felt his delimit raft. There was nothing sagging or mild about him. I groaned as I stroked his Rock hard flesh. I reveled in his long suit as his dick reamed me.

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

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

"Just like you,"he whispered."A White, married whore. You 're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"buss me. Shove that glossa in my rima oris. I want to palpate your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my regard from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hungriness. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my tit as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as oceanic abyss into his oral fissure as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His manly comportment drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my kitty. His bollock smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a ripe wife and female parent. My husband had to understand 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 pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My twat spasmed as the waves of exaltation surged through me. My entire soundbox bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his back. It was rapt. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

star exploded across my vision. I howled into our osculation. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His private parts crushed my clitoris over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my cock ! Not like your hubby 's wimpy, little son of a bitch !"

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'pecker. She was pleasing them while I took fear of Mr. Kennedy 's big dick. My twat writhed around his rooster. My spasming chassis welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his dresser. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every clip he slammed his cock into me, another wave of rapture sloshed through me. I could n't think I was still cumming. I writhed in raptus. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was crazy. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

"Just grant it to me !"I moaned, my mind dissolving into ecstasy.

"tinker's dam, I love fucking a married fair sex bareback !"

He slammed into me. His prick erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix uteri. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his shaft. Waves of darkness washed across my visual sense, my sexual climax intensifying. I screamed towards such top of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his lump dry.

He grunted with each eructation. Manly snarls that made me shiver. I clawed the Diospyros ebenum bull 's rachis. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his tinder. My pussycat rejoiced. I could n't remember the last time I 'd ever finger anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

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

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

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

My girl planted her pussy right on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her snatch. It flooded salty mixed with her honeyed passion. I groaned and did n't hesitate to solve it up. She whimpered as her principal buried between my thigh. I shuddered as I felt my angelical daughter 's glossa lapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with thirst. I gripped her ass, flabby and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her folds. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. JFK 's punk brimming in my snatch. Her great knocker pillowed against my belly, tit and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each other. We were lost to lesbian pleasure. I could see the judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our demoralize actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no early mother would do something this state of nature to ensure that her daughter dazzled.

Our lingua plundered each early. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's goose. I groaned, the Judges stroking their turncock as they watched us writhe in gay woman incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's butt cheeks as I devoured my first cunt. Her angelical succus stained my sassing. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"female parent !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the topper mama ever ! Am I going to be a victor ?"

"Yes, you are, loose woman !"Mr. Mason grunted.

My daughter latched onto my button. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rump, 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 dicks with their early manus. They were showing off my girl to her advantageously. She proved she would do anything to win.

My climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her contamination to the shaved folds of her pussycat. I lapped it up, a saturnine tang mixing with the salty jizz and the sweet cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with pleasure. Her knife danced around my clit. Our nipple rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was unbelievable.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my slit. She squealed, a moment later her cream gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton passion splashed onto my lip. The watching Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic cacoethes. Such waves of bliss flowed through my trunk. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of exaltation, I knew she would need to dazzle even brighter for the adjacent contest. She would need to accept that pretty, little clit pierced. The judge at Miss Princess pleasure needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my sexual climax. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our soundbox. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a good microscope stage mother who helped her daughter shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The name chuckled as it watched the local anesthetic broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell peach pageant. It was displayed in a fall of body of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the syndicate."And the victor is ... Precious Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old Aythya americana gasped in"shock."If the figure had n't set the stage for her victory, the figure would have believed it was a genuine surprise. The figure loved what the Dazzling step-in had wrought. Mother and daughter had gotten in on the fun.

The figure glanced at its side by side distich of scanty. The potency of this pair sent a unwarranted shudder through the figure. These panties were cut minute. Almost a lash. There was just enough fabric in the back for two words to be printed : Wild beef. The red letter of the alphabet contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the perfect spot to throw these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling scanty and left.

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