Mind-Control scanty

Story heptad : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The build slipped into the high-end dress shop. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wife and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the stylishness. The pop. The rig that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the everlasting place to drop off the bod 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black couple of scanty with a one word written in sparkling, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this next game to begin. With a casual film of the wrist, the physical body deposited the pair of panties where a young fille would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the computer memory, to the lowest degree of all Precious. She strolled into the computer memory like she owned it, almost shouldering into the soma. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was 25. Heavy makeup, her tit clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the phantasy of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her cheek, her fleeceable eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd endure them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come up with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the gaudiness and glamour of Milan or New House of York or London or Paris or capital of Italy. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hair, bosom as large as her girl's ( though hers were real ), and risque eyes that gave her an appealing stamp. She possessed a curvy eubstance, a wedding ring flashing on her go out hand.

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

Her mother blanched."panty like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking 2d spot again."

Precious rolled her middle. She thought she threw those panties back on the megabucks, but in fact, she kept a clasp of them. She went to browse the thongs while her female parent found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming knockout pageant. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband 's acknowledgment batting order. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the girl into it.

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

Precious was deserving 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 pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blond bimbo had beaten my girl concluding clock time, but not this metre. Precious would win. She would be crowned fille Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even 25. Large breasts, plump sassing, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown ignition lock I had. Precious had even inherited her Green center from her Padre, my husband bell ringer. Everything about the girl was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stair, wearing three-inch heel that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the tenuous shoulder strap of her negligee-style top teddy on the thicker straps of the shameful bra she wore. She reached the fundament of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

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

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong peeking out."spell around."

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

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the precis, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her scanty pressed into her nasty capris."What 's this ?"

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

I rolled my oculus, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my eubstance. My tit hardened, my kitty aching."You need more than just scanty with the parole dazzling on them to smooth tomorrow. preciously, you need to always look your best. I can see your pantie line. I should make you go upstairs and change, 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 scoop, so blockage being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her picayune bickering. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the evaluator would see her today. unspoiled thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best thing either. She should throw a bird on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would grant those pervs sitting on the judge 's instrument panel a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her earpiece the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a riding habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a conflict about it before her release against that slit Sapphire.

What was that girl 's mother thinking ? 18 and wearing such a shameful rig ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The watchword echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to fend out from the former girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a loquacious Tai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered estimate. My girl was perfect. Her teat, a birthday present tense 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 naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my kitty and rippled through my physical structure. My idea was pure. Something that would take a crap 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 full point to arrive at after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

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

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

I shuddered. It was such a loathly theme I had.

While the Thai womanhood finished up my girl 's nails—making them retentive and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my phone. I googled my theme. 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 shiver raced through my kitty-cat. I would make sure my girl dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a weird face. She only grew more bewildered when I pulled up before our destination 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 teat pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, young char. The Book of Judges are going to see you daze !"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you need me to point my au naturel tits to them ?"

"beloved, do you want to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo sitting room. A little Bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pic on the wall. It was covered in all the terrible things citizenry would eviscerate on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, thorns, angels, demon, flaming, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch my question in confusion.

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

I shook my head."My girl needs to get her pap pierced."

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

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

His eyes flicked up and down my torso."Anything covers a lot."

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

"I was thinking about a dissimilar line of credit entry,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my kitty electrocution through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's genitalia. He was a grating man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his physical structure. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his sinewy arms, flames and roll and string all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his hawkshaw harden beneath my touch.

He was large than my husband.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the lumbering belt. He had a silver-plate belt warp with a serpent slithering out of a skull embossed on the nominal head."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 piss you dazzle."

The pauperism itched in my learning ability. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his belt candid and then bust at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his pant and boxers, his peter popping out. I was right there in the third house of a tattoo living room about to suck a stranger 's dick.

I did n't soak up my husband 's putz unless it was his natal day, or I wanted another diamond tennis bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thick rooster in my script, fisting up and down the prick. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouthpiece. My lips sealed tight. My buttock hollowed. He groaned, his centre fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black face fungus of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a full-bodied slut,"he growled."You see your mama, young woman ?"

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

"Relax, woman her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp dick, so she needs a real man. Do n't concern, I 'll direct care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my promontory, working my lips up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my puss getting so hot and dissolve between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A line of bilgewater ran down my Chin and my sucking made such sloppy sounds. So wet and awful. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, get hitched with slut.

My spit swirled around the jacket of his hammer, tasting his salty precum. A whine rippled out of my throat. A hot tingle raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't hold off to feel him spurting into my mouthpiece. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my oral fissure. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would take a leak me swallow every unmarried drop of his jizz like a utter tart. I always spit out my husband 's tinder when I would muck 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 screw what the piece of tail is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth on her heeled feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite look to look away. Her wide, unripened eyes were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's blockheaded prick. I shuddered, my twat growing hotter and hotter.

My deal drifted down the front of my torso. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my pussy. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my chick and panties. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my body. I felt so naughty correctly now.

I was a point mother doing everything potential to make indisputable her girl dazzled.

pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's putz. I did n't even know his name. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and panties, Delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his turncock. I gathered up More and more than 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 weapon system, watching with flushed cheeks and all-inclusive, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person. He grabbed a handful of my brassy hair."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. red cent, 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 paw beneath my skirt, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my pantie. 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 flexure. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and squeeze two fingers into my pussy.

My depths clung tight about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digit in and out of my twat. pleasance rippled through me. I masturbated with a unrestrained need while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

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

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

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

I thrust my fingerbreadth in and out of my cunt faster and faster. I rubbed my quarter round in wild roach around my clitoris. Pleasure rippled through me. My puss squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick tool. It filled my oral cavity. It was such a fantastic matter to enjoy.

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

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

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my fathead. My silken bod squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The wicked thrill drifted depress and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of joy shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my digits hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down loading after lode of his salty jizz.

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

I whimpered. Another squirt of cum fired into my mouth. I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my pussy. I was such a in force mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My sexual climax surged through me. My advantage. I squealed around his peter as my flesh spasmed around my digit. juice bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My view blaze.

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

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

juice soaked my fingers. My pleasure burned through my judgement. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my wed twat spasming a final exam sentence around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the mightily thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my slit and rose. I sucked them cleanse, tasting the yummy flavor of my sweet kitty-cat. I stumbled through the mantle of beads and found my girl sitting in a dramatise chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large titty on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My girl gasped both clock time. The goad gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the early. Then they were being threaded with fluent closed chain. Each had slight metallic orb that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo creative person 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 lack of appointment.

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

My pussy tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her large chest.

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few hebdomad for them to heal but ..."This weird look crossed his human face. I felt this prickling zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's titty while she whimpered. Her heart fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's nipples, her replete knocker clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chairman. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my skin. electric automobile. My glossa flicked out, batting one of her mamilla piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her side writhed with delight. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my skirt. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The fabric tore with easiness, but I did n't care. I spread my stage as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that ringing, loving how it would daze upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's stopcock drove into my cunt in a single, hard plunge. My marry pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his balls smacked into my clit. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his cock in and out of my twat.

joy rushed through me, my hips undulating from face to side. I stirred his shaft around inside of my twat, my extracurricular cunt rejoicing at the thick feel of his tool in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's teat. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo creative person groaned."Make certain your girl 's pierced pap are perfect,"he growled."darn, how small is your hubby 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my verbalise full-of-the-moon of my juicy girl 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's shaft was huge. He stretched me open 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 rubbing built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my sassing off her right field nipple and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and Forth River, making her pant and squirm. Her firm, large breasts jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

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

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's punctured nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so stir that she was going to dazzle. That she would glitter with all her youthful Passion. I trembled in delight. The big cock plunged over and over into my kitty-cat, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that shaft. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my wages for being such a good stage mother. My center squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My daughter shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"finger the little slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as lots a bawd as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my girl 's declamatory, fake tit. I slid across her belly and shoved into her capris then into her prickling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my little girl did n't give birth any nasty pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old twat wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy soma as that big cock 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 putz drilling deep in me. His balls smacked hard into my clitoris.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton eruption. I thrust two digit into my girl 's jackass. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during contention. I let her have got a small fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the skillful. My daughter did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My finger churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her rigorous cunt squeezing around my fingers. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my firmly sucks. I groaned, my snatch 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 creative person as he drilled his peter in and out of my cunt."Make the picayune slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a sinful mommy."

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

The slut took it with comfort. My three figure plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo creative person 's intemperate balls. This was so crazy. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my helping hand. I trembled, the tingles from her panties rippled up my arm as her flesh 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 espouse 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 laborious 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 consistence through my dress. He squeezed my tits, gripping them laborious as he spilled all his seed in me.

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

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

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

I shuddered, my lingua dueling with my nubile daughter 's. Her mouth tasted so sweet. I felt her dearest. 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 eyes were wide."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out twenty moment later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those atrocious capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another phase mother idea of this ? I bet that slut, Sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the entire private road. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The M Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a gravid league hallway. There was a star sign out presence declaring :"Proudly hosting fille Dazzling Belle 2019."

The mo I handed over the keystone to the valet, I sent a textual matter to the point judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to peach to you about making certainly my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"elbow room 1213,"popped up a second 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 have intercourse 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 thigh. I did n't have any panty on, the scrap of cloth left tail at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't know his epithet. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel elbow room, knocking hard. A instant later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a marvellous man with graying whisker. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my daughter. Her perforate mammilla poked surd against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his fiddling put-on."cum in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"shucks,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a brown-haired man with a big olfactory organ. Did that mean value he had a big prick ?

"shtup, me,"Mr. Kennedy Interrnational growled. He was a Black man with a shaved headway, his cutis a full-bodied hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, vernal than the rest.

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

"show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't hesitate to overstretch off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, fake tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silvern piercings. The adornments looked so yummy as they contrasted with her pink tit. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the ring twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four judges all groaned in delectation. They licked their lips, salivating over her barely legal flesh. My puss grew wet as I saw my girl dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump backtalk, her green eyes sparkling.

"Well, that is scrumptious,"Mr. mason said. The older man licked his rim, 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 daughter 's nipple annulus. I twisted it, her pink nub stretch. She gasped, a whine of pleasure."My daughter deserves to win this contest, does n't she ?"

"It 's a pity she ca n't picture these off during the genuine competition,"Mr. Kennedy Interrnational said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald forefront. The blackamoor men smile."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The head judge boldly cupped my daughter 's boob. I smiled as his lecherous digit dug into her youthful form. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to lift her question as he leaned down. He claimed her rim, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her rump. At the seeable panty line through her capris. One handwriting 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.

"firm,"he said."tinker's dam, 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 smiling."What a loving mother you are."

"I know,"I said.

My girl groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason kissed my girl, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those T. H. White pants. Her black panty came into sight, the give-and-take Dazzling appearing in Au, glistering letters. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the bang-up prat of my daughter. My slit clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

I turned to face 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 eyes 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 scissure. My daughter whimpered into the candy kiss with Mr. Mason, her young body trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a obscene delight 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 oxford gray slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a moment later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my raw daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

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

"observance 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 women a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my school principal. I was so happy I douched myself before leaving the tattoo creative person 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my eubstance and over my mind. I gasped as it flung off me, my large white meat coming into panorama. 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 sable script 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 marital body. The Joseph Black man worshiped my mamilla while I watched my girl squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her bastard while Mr. Freemason now had his cheek buried between her big, fake tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my slope, his touching electrifying. I groaned as his ovolo hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my coxa, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my married pussy on fire. This was all so commove. Such a arch rush.

My husband could never recover out even though I was doing this for our daughter. I had to screw on him so she could win. I had to satisfy these judges. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his genu. His potent hands, great than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark lips nuzzling into my bald-faced shrub. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My large tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My groan mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the Brobdingnagian grin on her typeface. Mr. James Neville Mason was sucking on one of her pap while his fingers played with the former, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's face. 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 hands on one of these pageant sluts for so long."

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Kennedy 's naughty tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her fake tits jiggling as Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason pressed his brass into her trim twat. He licked and lapped at her slit. It was clean she was receiving the same bliss that the Shirley Temple Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her head teacher turn. Her green centre were glazed with pleasure.

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long dick."Shit, she 's just a bally little hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her pelvic girdle undulating. She was getting eaten from both ends. Her hand tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Jack Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the depths of my married cunt. The blackamoor man swirled his knife around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from slope 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 deal as he feasted on me. My prominent tits swayed while my daughter 's fake mamilla jiggled. Her mamilla ring flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course you are, you 're a begrime slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his pecker. He stared at my daughter with such esurient hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. near bedazzle. I shuddered, my clitoris throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own sexual climax built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a good married woman. A honest mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingerbreadth dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me nasty against his athirst mouth. I gripped my girl 's hand, electrical energy tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasance built and built. The dizzying delight swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming sexual climax. My moan mixed with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason !"she gasped."Oh, screwing, Mr. Reeve !"

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

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was exonerate she was coming. She was shining with her Passion of Christ. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's thirsty sass. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. President John F. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his knife beating and lapping through my folds. He caressed my snatch rim. He teased them. I shuddered, my oculus fluttering. My full organic structure heaved. His strong deal gripped me as the delight washed through my body.

wafture after waving of ecstasy flooded through my thoughts. Little stars danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in ecstasy. It was incredible. I was getting so a great deal pleasure today. So many reward for being a full level mother. I squeezed my daughter 's handwriting back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

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

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your bitch,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your pussy on my shaft right now, you piddling slut !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll pull in your dick tactile property amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the taste of my girl 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. mason stretched out on his cover. My daughter undid his knickers and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy International Airport still lapping at my kitty while I came down from my orgasmic luxuriously. My girl mounted the head justice, grabbed his dick, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her barely sound twat down his shaft. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his expression from my snatch. He stood up, my Passion soaking his lip. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your girl being violated by those corneous 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 bridge player taking my left. He brushed my wedding gang."gear up to explode on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her pap rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's centre 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 lofty of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and dark, a mighty tool that would ram into my get married bitch. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his peter. My blench finger wrapped around his coal black shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to feel his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's prick and took Mr. Reeve 's prick in her asshole."Make sure I win."

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

Mr. Kennedy gave an vicious sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my slit."Riiiiight, just doing this for dearest. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing shaft into my pussy. His thick shaft stretched me to my limit point. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty groan. I shuddered, a wave of darkness washing over my vision. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His testicle smacked into my taint as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my dick right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's sass as the early two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's immense stopcock as I watched my daughter swallow the 3rd evaluator 's peter. She had all three of her hollow plugged. She was pleasing them. superbia swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's knock-down push. His pecker drilled into my splice snatch."Please them !"

"God fucking damn, she is loving them,"growled Mr. JFK as he thrust his dick over and over into my pussy.

My daughter 's repress moans mixed with the grunt and groan of the four judge. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three evaluator used her nineteen-year-old torso with devouring hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her postiche tits, squeezing them as he reamed her dickhead. At the Same time, Mr. Mason tugged on her pap closed chain, twisting her fat, pink substance and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her lip with concentrated knife thrust, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't take care away as the sexy Mr. Kennedy rammed his ebony cinch in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His stopcock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love married, Andrew Dickson White cunt !"He snarled."Your hubby does n't fuck you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make sure my girl won. My pussy ached, his every drive building me towards my own volatile coming."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 perverts fucked her surd. They used her dead body for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. President John F. Kennedy seized my right boob in his fast appreciation. His thick fingers sank into my anatomy. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The silken detrition sent undulation of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my core. A massive climax built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's rose hip. My work force reached up, fingerbreadth clawing at his hefty bureau. I felt his defined peck. There was nil sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock hard form. I reveled in his strength as his tool reamed me.

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

"My daughter 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 tweed, married prostitute. You 're going to burst forth on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. Shove that tongue in my mouth. I want to feel your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my tit as my natural language dueled with his. I thrust as rich into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his trunk atop me. I savored it. His manly front drove me wild.

His tool drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reinforcement. I was such a honest wife and mother. 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 manlike lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My kitty convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My twat spasmed as the waving of X surged through me. My total consistency bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his rear. It was rapturous. I 'd never go through anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my visual sense. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clitoris over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my nous drowning in ecstasy.

"That 's fucking it !"he snarled."That 's how you cum on my stopcock ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, fiddling prick !"

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my girl moaning. She was coming on the three judges'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. Kennedy 's big dick. My kitty-cat writhed around his pecker. My spasming human body welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his cock into me, another waving of ecstasy sloshed through me. I could n't believe I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was rampantly. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"prevaricator !"

"Just give it to me !"I moaned, my idea dissolving into ecstasy.

"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 cervix. My kitty-cat convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Wave of darkness washed across my vision, my climax intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of ecstasy. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each clap. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony bull 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My twat rejoiced. I could n't recollect the last prison term 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 pleasance. I was dazed. I heard articulation 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 pink and gaping open. whiteness swam in the center. I struggled to centre on it as—

My daughter planted her cunt right field on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her twat. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet passion. I groaned and did n't waver to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my sweet girl 's tongue overlapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with thirst. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her folding. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's nerve brimming in my twat. Her large boob pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her chassis.

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

Our tongues plundered each early. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the jurist stroking their cocks as they watched us twist in gay woman incest. My finger dug into my girl 's border cheeks as I devoured my first slit. Her sweet succus stained my backtalk. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"Mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the best mammy ever ! Am I going to be a winner ?"

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

My daughter latched onto my clit. 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 other men. They were showing off my daughter to her topper. She proved she would do anything to win.

My coming swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her taint to the shaved folding of her puss. I lapped it up, a tartness flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the fresh cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with pleasure. Her glossa danced around my clitoris. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic transport.

My girl lapped up the juices flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a minute later her cream gushed out of her slit. Her motiveless passion splashed onto my lips. The observance judge groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of cloud nine flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of rapture, I knew she would call for to dazzle even brighter for the future contest. She would need to make that pretty, little clitoris pierced. The Book of Judges at Miss Princess joy needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the cloud nine of my coming. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our bodies. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a near level female parent who helped her daughter refulgence. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local program of Ms. Dazzling Bell ravisher pageant. It was displayed in a declension of weewee at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the winner is ... Precious Jordan !"

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

The figure glanced at its next pair of scanty. The potential of this twosome sent a savage shudder through the material body. These step-in were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough material in the back for two Word to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The trope smiled. It knew the everlasting place to expend these off. Aching for another Rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panty and left.

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