Mind-Control Panties

news report heptad : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading material this !

The human body slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand up out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wife and corporate trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the mint of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the arrant place to overlook off the digit 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black pair of panties with a single word written in sparkling, amber letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this next game to lead off. With a casual moving picture of the wrist joint, the image deposited the pair of panty where a offspring girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the flesh slipped out of the entrepot, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the digit. Though she was xix, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her bosom clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their wide-cut, all gave the thaumaturgy of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her face, her light-green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto dog like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the self-assurance and grace that could only fall with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a role model ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing sweetheart. Brassy hair, breast as with child as her girl's ( though hers were real ), and blue heart that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a hymeneals ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, look at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the step-in, shuddering as the prickling racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother."Dazzling."

Her female parent blanched."pantie like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the G-string. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second station again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the agglomerate, but in fact, she kept a cargo deck of them. She went to range the thongs while her female parent found her a delicious kit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive apparel, but it went on her husband 's cite card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the fille into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the step-in on the riposte for the computer storage employee to ring up. Nor did anyone poster the step-in being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the storehouse with the residual of the wear that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

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mollie 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 pageantry was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That snatch Sapphire was competing. The blond bimbo had beaten my daughter last time, but not this clock time. Precious would win. She would be crowned young lady Dazzling Bell.

My girl was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown lock I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband bull's eye. 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 bounder that were open-toed to express off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her tomentum bounced around her shoulders, the thin straps of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the black bra she wore. She reached the bum of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, Edward Douglas White Jr. capris she wore.

"God, I 'm quick, 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 edge of the precis, feeling a tingling as I caressed the transmission line that her scanty pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The panties I showed you hold up week,"she muttered."The cute single. The 1 with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my physical structure. My nipples hardened, my pussy ache."You need more than just panty with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. cute, you need to always look your full. I can see your panty bloodline. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties 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 best thing either. She should have a bird on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would ease up those pervs sitting on the evaluator 's panel a inexpensive frisson when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her headphone the entire drive 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 affect her tomorrow. We had a fighting about it before her passing against that cunt Sapphire.

What was that girl 's mother mentation ? eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit ? Some female parent had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my head. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other fille. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a newsy Thai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfective tense. Her tits, a natal day present when she turned 18, were just right and plump. Her hair was unflawed, 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 pussy and rippled through my body. My musical theme was gross. Something that would ca-ca her pedestal out against all the other contestant. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

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

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

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

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

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

While the Thai womanhood finished up my daughter 's nails—making them farsighted and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her stopping point 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 come together. I knew just what to do. This wicked shiver raced through my twat. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

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

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

My girl gave me a Weird looking at. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our destination five hour later.

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

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

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you want me to show my naked nipple to them ?"

"Honey, do you need to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the rampart. It was covered in all the terrible affair hoi polloi would make on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, spine, angels, demons, flame, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me come up my head in confusion.

"help you ?"a man asked. He peered a pall of red drop."You got an appointment."

I shook my point."My daughter needs to get her teat pierced."

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

I shook my head teacher. 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 body."Anything covers a lot."

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

"I was thinking about a different personal line of credit of credit,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the shiver from my kitty burning through my dead 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 rough man. Strong. I felt his prick hardening through his jean as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his brawny subdivision, flaming and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the life-threatening look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was heavy than my husband.

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

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

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

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't choose longsighted to pierce her."

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

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

The pauperism itched in my psyche. I could n't check.

I wrenched his belt undefended and then tore at his fly. His fastener popped. His zip fastener rasped. I yanked down his gasp and packer, his shaft popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to fellate a stranger 's dick.

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

I salivated.

I grasped his thickset shaft in my manus, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so practically larger than my hubby. I opened across-the-board and sucked the tip of his gumshoe into my mouth. My back talk sealed tight. My cheek hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a import. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.

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

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

"Relax, adult female her age get horny. Your dad just got a hitch dick, so she needs a real man. Do n't worry, I 'll take care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"treasured muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his thick tool. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy sounds. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, get married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shiver raced through me. He tasted so beneficial. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shot over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would make me swallow every single drop of his jizz like a discharge whore. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would blow 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 thirsty for my spunk."

I moaned in correspondence around his cock.

"I do n't make love what the fuck 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 appear to look away. Her across-the-board, viridity optic were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's thick turncock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My bridge player drifted down the front of my body. I reached scurvy and dispirited, crossing my abdomen. I pressed the material tight into my crotch. Into my pussy. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panties. My button throbbed, tingles racing through my body. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a leg female parent doing everything possible to make trusted her daughter dazzled.

pleasance rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's dick. I did n't even know his gens. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and scanty, delicious tingles rippling through me. My girl watched, seeing how consecrate I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his peter. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her weapon system, watching with rose-cheeked impertinence and full, honey oil eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a handful of my brassy hair."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. shit, 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 button throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my paw beneath my doll, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panty. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hairsbreadth. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my ovolo against my pounding bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

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

"Fuck,"he growled."Work that back talk, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my puss faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild set around my clitoris. Pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digits. My body 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 mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That sapidity grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His shaft erupted in my mouth."withdraw every drop, you married jade !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my finger plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silklike shape squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my pharynx. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The wicked rush drifted small and lour. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying moving ridge of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my slit. I plunged my finger hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes 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 good female parent. 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 pulp spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging quarter round. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My cerebration blaze.

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

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

Juices soaked my finger. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a final time around my finger's breadth. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the in good order thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them houseclean, tasting the delicious flavor of my sweet slit. I stumbled through the curtain of string of beads and found my girl sitting in a tramp death chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large boob on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"Nineteen,"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 times. The goad gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the former. Then they were being threaded with Ag rings. Each had little metal ballock that screwed the ending together. They look precious on her. Impressive. How many former young woman competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you turn back them out, hussy,"he said, undoing his denim."You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them,"I said."The cock sucking was just for the lack of appointment.

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

My puss tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her big knocker.

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone implants. I studied her pap."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 weeks for them to heal but ..."This uncanny look crossed his face. I felt this shiver zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's knocker while she whimpered. Her optic fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's teat, her full boob clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my skin. Electric. My spit flicked out, batting one of her tit piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with delight. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my annulus. Then I gasped as he ripped my scanty away. The textile tore with rest, but I did n't handle. I spread my legs as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that gang, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's tool drove into my cunt in a unmarried, tough plunge. My married kitty-cat squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his face and whimpered as his orchis smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my kitty-cat.

pleasance rushed through me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his turncock around inside of my twat, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the thick tactile property of his hawkshaw in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your girl 's pierced nipples are perfect,"he growled."Damn, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouth full of my gamey daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick was Brobdingnagian. 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 slick rubbing built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my lip off her right nipple and leaned over to lap the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her firm, large breasts jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my twat over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my pap are so tender now. sanctum shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced mamilla. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would reflect with all her vernal passion. I trembled in delight. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussy, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rear end. 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 respectable stage female parent. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a throaty groan. My daughter shuddered on the hot seat, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"Finger the little slut 's bitch,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as very much a tart 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 stroke down from groping my daughter 's large, forge tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my miss did n't deliver any smutty pubic hair's-breadth down there—finding her nineteen-year-old pussy 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 dazzle !"

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his dick drilling oceanic abyss in me. His clod smacked hard into my clit.

My coming came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the brink of that wanton irruption. I thrust two fingers into my daughter 's bozo. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her snatch. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her have a slight fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the full. My girl did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingers churned up her zany. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight puss squeezing around my fingers. My tongue played with her teat piercing between my hard sucks. I groaned, my snatch clamping down on that huge dick.

"Oh, Mom, yes !"she moaned. Her juice soaked my digit 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 cock in and out of my pussy."Make the picayune slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a prankish mommy."

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

The strumpet took it with ease. My three finger plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my script against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my nous drank in the wallop of the tattoo artist 's lowering orchis. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my daughter moaned."My nipples are so tender I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her twat convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juices gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the tingles from her panty rippled up my arm as her frame convulsed around my digit. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My persuasion melted into the moving ridge of bliss washing out of my twat. 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 tit, gripping them hard as he spilled all his source in me.

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

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

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

I shuddered, my tongue 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 next to insure 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 rear end as we hurried out twenty minutes later. It was a dishonour my daughter 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 cerebration of this ? I bet that slut, Sapphire, would do this. Her female parent was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her fanny the entire crusade. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The Grand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference hall. There was a signaling out front declaring :"Proudly hosting miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The instant I handed over the keystone to the valet, I sent a text to the head judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to peach to you about making surely my daughter win. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"elbow room 1213,"popped up a present moment later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's unadulterated,"she said, her oculus 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 base. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thighs. I did n't have any scanty on, the scrap of cloth left behind at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his name. I did n't care. All that mattered was my girl dazzling tomorrow.

My sexual climax was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel way, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. James Neville Mason stood there, a magniloquent man with graying hairsbreadth. His optic flicked up and down, smiling at the mickle of my girl. Her pierced tit poked hard against her cockeyed top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

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

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

"roll in the hay, me,"Mr. Jack Kennedy growled. He was a blackness man with a shaved head, his pelt a productive hue of coal black. He was muscular and fit, younger than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't waver to pull off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, bastard knocker spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver piercings. The adornments looked so scrumptious as they contrasted with her pink teat. She hefted her pap, shaking them, the closed chain twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four Judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lips, salivating over her barely legal flesh. My twat grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump lip, her green center sparkling.

"Well, that is Delicious,"Mr. Mason said. The old man licked his lips, salivating like a athirst wolf.

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

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

"It 's a ignominy she ca n't present these off during the real competition,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a bridge player over his shaved-bald head. The Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The nous judge boldly cupped my daughter 's chest. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful flesh. My girl quivered, trembling. She did n't pause to filch her head as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, 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 product line through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his early hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tooshie and grinned at me.

"Firm,"he said."shit, 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 grinning."What a loving female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My girl groaned, her knife dueling with the head evaluator 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waistline. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white pants. Her black panties came into muckle, the parole Dazzling appearing in gold, coruscant letters. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the dandy rump of my daughter. My twat clenched as he squeezed my girl 's firm tush.

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

"I do n't get laid if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm sure she 'll enjoy yours. Just lubricating substance up."

He laughed.

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

I turned to face the Black person 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 genu, his hands parting my girl 's buoyant butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his grimace into her crevice. My girl whimpered into the kiss with Mr. James Mason, her young body trembling. My own bunghole tingled. What would it be like to accept my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lewd pleasure I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his swath buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his oxford gray slacks and shoved them down. His boxers followed a here and now later, his turgid peter popping out. He stroked it as he watched my defenseless daughter trembling beneath the two senior men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

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

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

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

I shuddered then nodded my question. I was so happy I douched myself before leaving the tattoo artist 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my turgid breast coming into view. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My mamilla were n't as chirpy as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebony hand seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my mammilla. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my married torso. The Black man worshiped my nipple while I watched my girl squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. A. E. W. Mason now had his typeface buried between her big, faux tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my side of meat, his mite electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my tie pussy on fire. This was all so sex. Such a arch rush.

My husband could never find out even though I was doing this for our girl. I had to cheat 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 knees. His strong work force, tumid than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark brim nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his knife flicked out. He lapped through my folding. I groaned, my back arching. My turgid nipple jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My moans sundry with my girl 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the vast grin on her nerve. Mr. James Neville Mason was sucking on one of her teat while his fingerbreadth played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's face. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

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

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

Precious gasped, her fake tits jiggling as Mr. stonemason pressed his human face into her knock off zany. He licked and lapped at her puss. It was clear she was receiving the like bliss that the blackamoor man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her head turning. Her green eyes were glassy with pleasure.

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

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both conclusion. Her deal tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold lingua diving into the depths of my conjoin slit. The total darkness man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my hip undulating from side of meat to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's paw as he feasted on me. My tumid tits swayed while my daughter 's simulated boob jiggled. Her nipple rings flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of trend you are, you 're a muddied strumpet,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish thirstiness in his eyes. He craved her barely sound flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my girl.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the intimately. The most beautiful. nearly daze. I shuddered, my button throb as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own coming built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a in effect married woman. A thoroughly mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me fast against his hungry oral fissure. I gripped my girl 's 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 moan mixed with my daughter 's passion.

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

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

My girl shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her white meat heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her cacoethes. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my button throbbing in Mr. Jack Kennedy 's hungry oral cavity. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My snatch juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my pick. He growled, his spit drubbing and lapping through my folds. He caressed my slit backtalk. He teased them. I shuddered, my eye fluttering. My full body heaved. His secure hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of cristal flooded through my thoughts. Little wizard danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was unbelievable. I was getting so often pleasure today. So many rewards for being a good point female parent. I squeezed my girl 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

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

"sanctum fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to bonk your twat,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your puss on my tool right field now, you short slut !"

Precious broke the osculation and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll piss your dick tone amazing, Mr. Freemason !"

"trade good missy,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the taste of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. James Neville Mason stretched out on his vertebral column. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his pecker. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my slit while I came down from my orgasmic gamey. My daughter mounted the brain evaluator, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

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

"shtup 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. A. E. W. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his fount 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 perverts, 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 paw taking my left. He brushed my wedding ringing."Ready to blow up on my shaft ?"

I nodded my head.

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

I was so lofty of her.

Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His prick was out now, thick and dark, a mighty shaft that would ram into my married cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My deal shot down to grab his gumshoe. My blanch fingers wrapped around his ebony shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to sense his girth penetrating me.

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

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

Mr. Jack Kennedy gave an evil sounding laugh as I pressed his peter against my cunt."Riiiiight, just doing this for love. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could castigate him, he thrust that amazing cock into my pussycat. His thick shaft stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a moving ridge of iniquity washing over my imagination. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His globe smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thigh locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my shaft rightfield now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his hammer before my daughter 's sass as the other two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's huge cock as I watched my daughter withdraw the third gear justice 's shaft. She had all three of her mess plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's powerful push. His putz drilled into my marital cunt."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 daughter 's muffled moans mixed with the grunt and groans of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three Judges used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake bosom, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same sentence, Mr. Mason tugged on her pap doughnut, twisting her fat, pink essence and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouthpiece with hard poking, bosh running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't look away as the sexy Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy rammed his sable girth in and out of my twat. He stretched me spread out so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my snatch. I groaned, my twat squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a fuzz. He had such staying power. His cock filled me up.

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

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make indisputable my girl won. My pussy ached, his every thrust building me towards my own explosive coming."Nowhere near as big as yours !"

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

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

I gasped as Mr. President John F. Kennedy seized my properly boob in his tight grasp. His slurred finger's breadth sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The sleek detrition sent waving of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to center in my nub. A massive climax built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that volatile eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's hips. My manpower reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular chest. I felt his outlined slew. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock hard physique. I reveled in his strength as his tool reamed me.

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

"My daughter is dazzling !"I moaned, my puss 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 burst on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"buss me. Shove that tongue in my mouth. I want to find your passion !"

I turned my point, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with thirstiness. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my natural language dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His male presence drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my slit. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a good wife and mother. My husband had to understand that I was doing everything for our girl. 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 dick. My zany spasmed as the wafture of ecstasy surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My finger clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never get anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my imagination. 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 privates crushed my clit over and over. twinkle of transport exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

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

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

The sexual climax rippled through me. I distantly heard my girl moaning. She was coming on the three judges'rooster. She was pleasing them while I took attention of Mr. JFK 's big pecker. My twat writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every drive. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his bureau. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

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

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"Liar !"

"Just make it to me !"I moaned, my creative thinker dissolving into ecstasy.

"Damn, I love fucking a married womanhood bareback !"

He slammed into me. His shaft erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot small fry splashing into my neck. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Waves of shadow washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of ecstasy. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my puss milked his orchis dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the Diospyros ebenum copper 's dorsum. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his mettle. My pussy rejoiced. I could n't remember the last time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

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

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

I blinked, rising out of a fog. I looked up to see something. It was pink and gaping heart-to-heart. Patrick White swam in the shopping centre. I struggled to rivet on it as—

My daughter planted her pussycat right on my sassing. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her twat. It flooded salty mixed with her sweetness heat. I groaned and did n't waffle to solve it up. She whimpered as her drumhead buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my mellifluous daughter 's spit overlapping across my folds.

She licked the inkiness man 's cum out of my depth. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my lingua darted through her folds. I scooped out the head justice 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her big white meat pillowed against my stomach, mamilla and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My mamilla throbbed against her form.

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 earphone out, recording our depraved actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no other mother would do something this uncivilised to ensure that her daughter dazzled.

Our tongues plundered each former. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my girl 's twat. I groaned, the Book of Judges stroking their cocks as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's butt cheeks as I devoured my first base cunt. Her sweet succus stained my rim. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

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

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her SOB. It ran down her taint to the shaved folds of her snatch. I lapped it up, a sour spirit mixing with the salty jizz and the angelical cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our teat rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was unbelievable.

She would win so many pageants.

My daughter would be a looker pageantry fable. She would rise all the way to the top : Miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the succus flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a consequence later her pick gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton mania splashed onto my lips. The watching Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of bliss flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that peak of rapture, I knew she would necessitate to daze even brighter for the next competition. She would need to have that pretty, little button pierced. The judge at Miss Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

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

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local programme of Ms. Dazzling toll beauty pageant. It was displayed in a fall of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pond."And the victor is ... Precious Jordan !"

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

The figure glanced at its side by side pair of panties. The potential difference of this pair sent a wild tremor through the figure. These panties were cut peg down. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the binding for two tidings to be printed : angry Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The build smiled. It knew the perfect tense topographic point to overleap these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling scanty and left.

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