Mind-Control Panties

Story heptad : daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

preeminence : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The shape slipped into the high-end dress shop. Normally, it should endure out amid the wealth on showing. The trophy wives and trust store daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand article of clothing would shiver in repulsion at the spate of it. They were here for the chic. The pop. The outfits that quivered this or that current renown wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect station to drop off the physique 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all bootleg pair of panties with a individual Holy Scripture written in twinkle, Au letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this side by side game to begin. With a casual picture of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of panties where a young young woman would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the memory, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the form. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was 25. Heavy constitution, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their wide, all gave the thaumaturgy of matureness to her marriageable physical body. Her vivacious, red tomentum swept about her case, her cat valium centre dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a fashion model ready for the glitz and glamor of Milano or New York or London or capital of France or Rome. Behind her, scurried her female parent. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan River was plain, but she still was a woman possessing lulu. Brassy hair, breast as tumid as her girl's ( though hers were real ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing hurl. She possessed a curvy eubstance, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, look at these,"Precious said. She snagged up the pantie, 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 spirit at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy Book of Judges lusting for you. You are not taking endorsement berth again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those scanty back on the mountain, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to shop the thongs while her female parent found her a luscious kit for the coming peach pageant. It was an expensive frock, but it went on her hubby 's credit menu. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the girlfriend into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the step-in on the retort for the memory board employee to ring up. Nor did anyone poster the panties being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the storehouse with the rest of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

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molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan

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

There was always so much to do. The pageantry was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That puss Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my girl last time, but not this clock time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was utter. Everything that I had n't been at xix. Or even 25. declamatory breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green centre from her Father, my married man Mark. Everything about the young lady 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 prove off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her whisker bounced around her shoulders, the cut straps of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker shoulder strap of the black bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her pelvis swaying in the tight, Patrick Victor Martindale White capris she wore.

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

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a thong peeking out."bout 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 outline, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her panty pressed into her crocked capris."What 's this ?"

"The step-in I showed you last week,"she muttered."The cute 1. The single with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingling shooting from my digit down my arm through my body. My tit hardened, my snatch aching."You need More than just scanty with the word dazzling on them to reflect tomorrow. valued, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line. I should fix you go upstairs and modification, 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 estimable, so check being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her lilliputian fuss. I guess those step-in would n't harm anything. It was n't like the evaluator would see her today. honorable matter, 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 give those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a loud charge when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her telephone set 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 rivalry, I just knew it would strike her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her expiration against that cunt sapphire.

What was that young woman 's female parent thought process ? XVIII and wearing such a scandalous kit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word of honor echoed through my mind. My daughter had to bedazzle. radiancy. She had to stand out from the early girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai womanhood, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My girl was arrant. Her pap, a birthday present when she turned 18, were just advanced and plump. Her hair was flawless, her heart such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A gamey quiver raced through me. A shudder that started in my puss and rippled through my consistence. My estimate was perfect. Something that would make her standpoint out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

"We have another hitch to make water after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing example next."

"You sing ticket. This will fix you sparkle."

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

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

While the Tai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them retentive and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant ghost of red to complement the wearing apparel I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my headphone. I googled my mind. I 'd never been to one of these berth, 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 pussy. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a Weird look. She only grew more disjointed when I pulled up before our destination five minutes later.

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, young charwoman. The jurist are going to see you bedazzle !"

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

"dearest, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to flash my tits at a cluster 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 trouble me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at young things. Beautiful matter. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A minuscule Bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the impression on the wall. It was covered in all the terrible thing hoi polloi would string on their torso. Skulls, hearts, thorns, holy person, daimon, fire, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look sturdy, and some just made me itch my chief in confusion.

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

I shook my straits."My daughter want to get her nipples pierced."

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking about a dissimilar communication channel of credit,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the thrill from my pussy burning through my trunk. 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 crotch. He was a uncut man. Strong. I felt his putz hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his brawny arms, flames and ringlet and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was great than my husband.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The penury itched in my brain. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his swath open and then bust at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his pants and boxer, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo front room about to soak up a stranger 's dick.

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

I salivated.

I grasped his thick prick in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened blanket and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth. My sass sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his middle fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the inkiness whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a rich trollop,"he growled."You see your mama, girlfriend ?"

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

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a hobble peter, so she needs a real man. Do n't care, I 'll train care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"valued muttered.

I bobbed my nous, working my lips up and down his thick diaphysis. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my snatch getting so hot and molten between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A rail line of dribble ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy audio. So wet and foul. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A ample, married slut.

My lingua swirled around the peak of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot quiver raced through me. He tasted so salutary. I could n't wait to find him spurting into my backtalk. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my sass. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would take a leak me swallow every single cliff of his jizz like a pure whore. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would squander 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 concord around his cock.

"I do n't know what the ass 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 extensive, honey oil middle were locked on my lip sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's thick turncock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My handwriting drifted down the straw man of my body. I reached lower and depleted, crossing my tum. I pressed the fabric tight into my fork. Into my kitty-cat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panties. My clit throbbed, tingle racing through my dead body. I felt so naughty decently now.

I was a stage mother doing everything possible to get to for sure her daughter dazzled.

joy rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo creative person 's dick. I did n't even know his name. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and pantie, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how consecrate I was to her success.

My clapper swirled around the tip of his hammer. I gathered up to a greater extent and more of his precum. My pussycat clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her sleeve, watching with even cheeks and wide-cut, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brasslike hair's-breadth."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. Damn, you have a sass 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 stir my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin cloth of my step-in. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silken pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and stab two fingers into my pussy.

My profoundness clung crocked about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digits in and out of my goofball. joy rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic motive while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

"screwing,"he growled."piece of work that mouthpiece, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my fathead faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in hazardous dress circle around my clit. pleasance rippled through me. My slit squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a risky affair to enjoy.

He growled. His hammer throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That feel grew piquant and salty. He growled, his typeface twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes !"he growled. His rooster erupted in my sassing."withdraw every free fall, you married trollop !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my finger plunging faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My silky anatomy squeezed down on my finger's breadth, 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 lower and gloomy. It reached my twat.

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

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

I whimpered. Another spurt of cum fired into my back talk. I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my slit. 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 reinforcement. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digit. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging quarter round. glint flared, adding to the rut rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

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

"cum along, girlfriend,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a tart in the middle of his sitting room.

Juices soaked my fingerbreadth. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that acme. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a final prison term around my fingerbreadth. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right on matter. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them scavenge, tasting the delicious smack of my sweet cunt. I stumbled through the drapery of string of beads and found my girl sitting in a footslog chairperson. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on presentation. They were so advanced and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The phonograph needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the former. Then they were being threaded with silvern pack. Each had trivial alloy balls that screwed the last together. They look cunning on her. Impressive. How many early girls competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you check them out, slattern,"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 dick of his.

My cunt tightened.

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

My finger 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 stamp or something. They look fine."

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few hebdomad for them to heal but ..."This unearthly look crossed his face. I felt this shudder zapping from my finger gripping my daughter 's tits while she whimpered. Her center fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's nipples, her full breasts clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo president. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my peel. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her mammilla piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her grimace writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my annulus. Then I gasped as he ripped my step-in away. The fabric tore with ease, but I did n't like. I spread my legs as I licked my daughter 's piercing again. I played with that band, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

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

Pleasure rushed through me, my articulatio coxae undulating from side to side. I stirred his pecker around inside of my goof, my extracurricular puss rejoicing at the thick smell of his hawkshaw in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my girl 's mammilla. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make surely your girl 's pierced nipples are consummate,"he growled."Damn, how low is your married man 's gumshoe ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my backtalk full of my naughty daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's peter was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her properly nipple and leaned over to lick the leftfield. I flicked her piercing back and Forth River, making her pant and squirm. Her house, large breasts jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my snatch over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

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

I sucked and nibbled on my girl 's pierced nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so energise that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful warmth. I trembled in delectation. The big dick plunged over and over into my kitty, the tattoo creative person 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

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

"Finger the picayune slut 's pussy,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your girl deserves to cum, too. She 's just as a lot a whore as you are."

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

My hands guess down from groping my girl 's large, fake tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingling scanty. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't have any nasty pubic pilus down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy pulp as that big tool 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 boring oceanic abyss 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 daughter 's zany. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgo the Virgin during competition. I let her have a picayune fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the adept. My girl did n't drop off.

She would win me so many glories.

My digit churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her sloshed twat squeezing around my finger. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my hard sucking. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that immense dick.

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

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my puss."establish the little slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a wicked mommy."

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

The hussy 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 mitt against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the shock of the tattoo creative person 's heavy balls. This was so state of nature. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingerbreadth. Her hot succus gushed out, bathing my script. I trembled, the tingles from her panties rippled up my arm as her flesh convulsed around my figure. I whimpered, sucking hard on her teat as she thrashed.

"piece of ass,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My idea melted into the wave of bliss washing out of my twat. My bozo spasmed around the tattoo creative person 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His handwriting caressed my torso through my attire. He squeezed my tits, gripping them hard as he spilled all his seed in me.

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

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

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

I shuddered, my spit dueling with my marriageable daughter 's. Her lips 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 check you win. I know what we have to do."

Her eyes were all-inclusive."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo artist smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out XX minutes later. It was a shame my daughter was wearing those ugly capris, but there was not often to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage female parent thought of this ? I bet that adulteress, sky-blue, would do this. Her female parent was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her place the entire drive. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The K Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a magnanimous conference hall. There was a planetary house out look declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a text edition to the head judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to talk to you about making certain my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"room 1213,"popped up a moment later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's sodding,"she said, her optic widely."My step-in are tingling so often. I just live 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 flooring. My pussy was so toothsome. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't have any panties on, the rubbish of fabric left behind at the tattoo artist. I still did n't have intercourse his figure. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. stonemason stood there, a tall man with graying haircloth. His middle flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my girl. Her pierced nipples poked grueling against her blotto 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 little prank."Come in, come up in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"darn,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a brown-haired man with a big nose. Did that mean he had a big tool ?

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shaved psyche, his skin a rich hue of pitch black. He was muscular and fit, vernal than the rest.

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

"appearance them, Precious,"I moaned.

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

The four judges all groaned in delectation. They licked their lips, salivating over her scantily legal flesh. My pussy grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smiling on her plump lip, her green eyes sparkling.

"fountainhead, that is scrumptious,"Mr. James Neville Mason said. The older man licked his brim, salivating like a athirst wolf.

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

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

"It 's a disgrace she ca n't indicate these off during the real rivalry,"Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald school principal. The Shirley Temple Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The nous judge boldly cupped my girl 's white meat. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful frame. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't waffle to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her mouth, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

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

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

"By all agency, 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 female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her natural language dueling with the point judge 's. While Mr. Freemason kissed my girl, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white drawers. Her fateful scanty came into sight, the Bible Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly letters. He ripped those down in a fanfare, exposing the keen rump of my girl. My kitty-cat clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's business firm tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

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

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his manpower parting my girl 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her pass. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to possess my back entrance rimmed ? It was a lewd delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"shucks,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his oxford gray falloff and shoved them down. His shorts followed a moment later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your kitty-cat, Mrs. Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His hired hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot cunt 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 wish me to eat your puss out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my women a bit more ... mature."

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

He ripped my dress up my body and over my top dog. I gasped as it flung off me, my large titty coming into panorama. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as buoyant as my daughter 's, but they were all cancel. His ebony hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

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

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

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

His hands stroked down my face, his tinge electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my pelvis, the material rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my matrimonial pussy on fire. This was all so stir. Such a wicked rush.

My husband could never ascertain 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 justice. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knees. His inviolable men, heavy than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his wickedness lips nuzzling into my brazen-faced Dubya. I gasped as his glossa flicked out. He lapped through my fold. I groaned, my back arching. My boastfully tits jiggled. His knife 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 huge grin on her face. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his finger's breadth played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's nerve. We were both experiencing such pleasance.

We were both dazzling.

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

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

Precious gasped, her forge tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shaved slit. He licked and lapped at her twat. It was clear she was receiving the same walking on air that the inkiness man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her headway turning. Her green eyes were glassy with pleasure.

"God fucking hoot,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his midst, long dick."shit, she 's just a fucking little hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hip joint undulating. She was getting eaten from both ends. Her hand tightened on mine as her groan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's sheer tongue diving into the depths of my married cunt. The total darkness man swirled his natural language around inside of me. I shuddered, my rose hip undulating from side to side.

I smeared my puss across his hungry oral cavity. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's hand as he feasted on me. My bombastic knocker swayed while my daughter 's talk through one's hat tits jiggled. Her nipple rings flashed. Her back arciform as her moan grew louder and louder.

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

"Of path you are, you 're a dirty loose woman,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his hawkshaw. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish hungriness in his eye. 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 girl was the intimately. The most beautiful. Most blinding. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold face knife flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my girl wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can tell yourself any 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 effective wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me close against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter '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 coming. My moans mixed with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. Freemason !"she gasped."Oh, ass, 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 clear she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's hungry backtalk. I whimpered, seeing my girl 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. JFK with my pick. He growled, his tongue licking and lapping through my folds. He caressed my pussy sass. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire torso heaved. His solid hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thoughts. Little superstar danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in raptus. It was unbelievable. I was getting so much pleasance today. So many reinforcement for being a good stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her oral sex towards mine. Our sass met in a buss as we both came on the Book of Judges'mouths. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous seventh heaven. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking diddly,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to be intimate your cunt,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your twat on my dick right wing now, you little slovenly woman !"

Precious broke the buss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your dick feel amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"commodity girl,"I moaned.

Mr. stonemason pulled my girl 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 back. My daughter undid his pant and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic gamy. My girl mounted the head evaluator, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her barely effectual cunt down his cock. 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. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my passion soaking his backtalk. 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 aright hand taking my left field. He brushed my wedding ceremony ring."prepare to irrupt 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 tit rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his dick into her bunghole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my second joint apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His stopcock was out now, midst and shadow, a mighty shaft that would ram into my married cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his cock. My pale fingers wrapped around his ebony ray. I pulled him to my pussycat, tidal bore to sense his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my girl moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's dick and took Mr. Reeve 's cock in her son of a bitch."Make sure I win."

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

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

Before I could say anything, before I could sort out him, he thrust that amazing tool into my pussy. His thick shaft of light stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a waving of darkness lavation over my imaginativeness. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His glob smacked into my contamination as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my pecker right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's rim as the former two justice fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge cock as I watched my girl swallow the third evaluator 's shaft. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's powerful drive. His cock drilled into my get hitched with snatch."Please them !"

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

My daughter 's repress groan commix with the oink and moan of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three judge used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her manipulate pap, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same time, Mr. James Neville Mason tugged on her nipple mob, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her oral cavity with hard thrusts, tommyrot 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 ebony girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me spread so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my puss. I groaned, my bitch squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a strapper. He had such staying power. His cock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love married, white bitch !"He snarled."Your hubby does n't sleep with you like this, does he ?"

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

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eyes locked on my nineteen-year-old girl as the old deviate fucked her hard. They used her organic structure for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my ripe boob in his tight grasp. His thick finger sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my twat. The slick friction sent waves of passion that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my core. A monumental coming built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, tidal bore for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. JFK 's rose hip. My paw reached up, finger clawing at his muscular bureau. I felt his defined wad. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock intemperate human body. I reveled in his specialty as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. squeeze that tongue in my rima oris. I want to finger your mania !"

I turned my pass, 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 breasts as my lingua dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his dead body atop me. I savored it. His male presence drove me wild.

His pecker drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a skilful wife and female parent. My hubby had to infer 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. JFK 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My jackass spasmed as the wafture of raptus surged through me. My entire soundbox bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my vision. 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 genitalia crushed my button over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my mind drowning in ecstasy.

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

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three evaluator'shaft. She was pleasing them while I took charge of Mr. President Kennedy 's big shaft. My pussy writhed around his dick. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my boob rubbing against his chest. My mammilla throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his cock into me, another wave of rapture sloshed through me. I could n't think I was still cumming. I writhed in 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."render it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"prevaricator !"

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

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

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my uterine cervix. My kitty-cat convulsed wildly. I milked his pecker. undulation of darkness washed across my imaginativeness, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of transport. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my pussy milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me shake. I clawed the ebony papal bull 's back. 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 pleasure. I was dazed. I heard vocalism talking around me. I heard my girl 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 breach exposed. egg white swam in the center. I struggled to pore on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy right on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her cunt. It flooded salty mixed with her seraphic passion. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thigh. I shuddered as I felt my sugariness girl 's spit imbrication across my folds.

She licked the Negroid man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hungriness. I gripped her ass, indulgent and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her fold. I scooped out the caput evaluator 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her boastfully white meat pillowed against my stomach, nipple and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

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

Our tongue plundered each former. 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 judges stroking their cocks as they watched us twist in lesbian incest. My fingerbreadth dug into my daughter 's butt nerve as I devoured my first cunt. Her sweetness juices stained my mouth. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

My daughter latched onto my button. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her rump, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my delight growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this present moment as they stroked their dicks with their former hands. They were showing off my daughter to her in force. She proved she would do anything to win.

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her contamination to the shaved folds of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the sweet emollient. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic exaltation.

My daughter lapped up the succus flooding out of my bitch. She squealed, a present moment later her cream gushed out of her kitty. Her motiveless passionateness splashed onto my lips. The watching Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic rage. Such waves of seventh heaven flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of the sun's way of raptus, I knew she would demand to dazzle even brighter for the next competition. She would demand to have that pretty, short clit pierced. The judge at miss Princess joy 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 eubstance. 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 broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Melville Bell beauty pageantry. It was displayed in a fall of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the winner is ... valued Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old redhead gasped in"shock."If the figure had n't set the level for her victory, the chassis would have believed it was a genuine surprise. The soma loved what the Dazzling scanty had wrought. mother and girl had gotten in on the fun.

The chassis glanced at its next brace of panties. The potential difference of this pair sent a raving mad shudder through the figure. These pantie were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the backbone for two words to be printed : godforsaken kick. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The material body smiled. It knew the perfect place to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

To be continued in the adjacent tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...