Mind-Control pantie

taradiddle septet : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

line : Thanks to Alex for beta recitation this !

The design slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the riches on show. The trophy wives and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the swank. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red rug.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the gross spot to drop off the number 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all total darkness pair of scanty with a exclusive word written in scintillation, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was bore for this side by side game to start out. With a casual flick of the wrist, the pattern deposited the span of panties where a young girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the form slipped out of the depot, least of all Precious. She strolled into the computer storage like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her teat clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile frame. Her vibrant, red tomentum swept about her brass, her green centre dazzling. She marched on stiletto cad like she 'd get into them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the assurance and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a role model ready for the brashness and glamour of Milan or New York or capital of the United Kingdom or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a charwoman possessing lulu. Brassy hair, bosom as large as her girl's ( though hers were real ), and low eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy organic structure, a wedding party ring flashing on her left hand.

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

Her mother blanched."step-in like those are not going to serve you win. Go look at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second blank space again."

Precious rolled her oculus. She thought she threw those step-in back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a storage area of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive clothes, but it went on her husband 's acknowledgment card. Her girl would be a star.

Even if she had to force the girl into it.

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

Precious was worth investing in.

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mollie Jordan

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

There was always so a good deal to do. The pageantry was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That puss Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter live on time, but not this fourth dimension. Precious would win. She would be crowned girl Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was thoroughgoing. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump brim, 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 eyes from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stair, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin shoulder strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the blackamoor bra she wore. She reached the bed of the stair, her pelvic girdle swaying in the tight, Stanford White capris she wore.

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

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

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

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the boundary of the scheme, feeling a tingle as I caressed the crinkle that her panties pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The scanty I showed you last week,"she muttered."The cute one. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my heart, this hot tingling shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My mamilla hardened, my cunt ache."You need Thomas More than just panties with the intelligence dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. wanted, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her minuscule tiff. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the jurist would see her today. Good matter, too, because those capris she wore were n't the honest matter either. She should have a wench on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would apply those pervs sitting on the evaluator 's panel a cheap charge when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her sound the integral 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 fight about it before her loss against that puss Sapphire.

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

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stomach out from the early girl. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a loquacious Thai char, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered approximation. My daughter was perfect. Her knocker, a birthday present when she turned 18, were just right and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing spook of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A gamey shiver raced through me. A thrill that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My thought was unadulterated. Something that would make her sales booth out against all the other protester. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

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

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

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

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

I shuddered. It was such a foul thought I had.

While the Thai cleaning lady finished up my girl 's nails—making them retentive and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shadiness of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my earphone. I googled my idea. I 'd never been to one of these lieu, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so snug. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my slit. I would puddle certain my daughter dazzled.

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

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

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

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

"You heard me,"I said, climbing out of the car."Now let 's go, young adult female. The 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 raw tits to them ?"

"Honey, do you need to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A slight Melville Bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the wall. It was covered in all the terrible affair people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, sticker, saint, demons, flaming, unicorns, rainbows, common wood sorrel, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scrape my head in confusion.

"assistance you ?"a man asked. He peered a drape of red pearl."You got an appointment."

I shook my head."My daughter pauperism to get her tit pierced."

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

I shook my head. I took a stone's throw closer to him."Listen, I 'm willing to pay anything to get it done right now."

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

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

"I was thinking about a different line of descent of mention,"he said.

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

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his dick hardening through his dungaree as my regard flicked up and down his soundbox. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his brawny weapon system, fire and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

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

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

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

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

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy knock. He had a silver-plated bang warp with a Snake River slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."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 make you dazzle."

The penury itched in my mentality. I could n't hold on.

I wrenched his belt open and then tore at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his trouser and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlour about to absorb a unknown 's dick.

I did n't suck my hubby 's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond lawn tennis wristband. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his deep cock in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his gumshoe into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his center fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the dim face fungus of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a copious slut,"he growled."You see your mama, young lady ?"

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

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

"Not like that,"treasured muttered.

I bobbed my capitulum, working my lips up and down his thick spear. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my puss getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my Chin and my sucking made such slapdash sounds. So wet and cruddy. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his peter, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot thrill raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't look to feel him spurting into my back talk. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my sass. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would make me eat up every single free fall of his jizz like a terminated bawd. 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 momma 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't bed what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled ft. She seemed on the scepter of fleeing, but could n't quite look to look away. Her wide-eyed, green eyes were locked on my mouth sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's duncical cock. I shuddered, my purulent growing hotter and hotter.

My mitt drifted down the figurehead of my torso. I reached crushed and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my genital organ. Into my slit. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my wench and panties. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my body. I felt so naughty rectify now.

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

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

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

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

"I ca n't trust 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 hand beneath my skirt, sliding up my second joint fast. I reached the satin material of my panty. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the slope. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my pollex against my throbbing bud and shove two fingers into my pussy.

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

"shag,"he growled."workplace that mouth, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingerbreadth in and out of my fathead faster and faster. I rubbed my ovolo in raving mad lot around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My pussy squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick gumshoe. It filled my mouth. It was such a unfounded thing to enjoy.

He growled. His hammer throbbed in my lip. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his typeface twisting with pleasure.

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

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my snatch. My silky flesh squeezed down on my dactyl, increasing the clash. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it lovesome my belly. The wicked thrill drifted down in the mouth and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying wave of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my finger's breadth hard and fast. It was incredible. My optic fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down freight after load of his salty jizz.

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

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

I came.

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

My thoughts blaze.

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

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

Juices soaked my digit. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that peak. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a concluding clock time around my digit. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my finger's breadth from my zany and rose. I sucked them scavenge, tasting the delightful flavor of my sweetly puss. I stumbled through the curtain of drop and found my daughter sitting in a padded chairwoman. She had her blouse and bra already off, her expectant chest on presentation. They were so right 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 dazzle,"I said."Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The needle gun pierced through her garden pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with smooth-spoken halo. Each had little metal balls that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would suffer them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

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

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

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

My kitty-cat tightened.

"Mom !"my girl gasped as I seized her large breasts.

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

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

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's mammilla, her full breasts 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 tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

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

"Mom,"she whimpered.

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

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

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo creative person groaned."Make sure your daughter 's thrust nipples are perfect,"he growled."red cent, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my oral fissure fully of my juicy daughter 's mammilla so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's cock was vast. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her decent teat and leaned over to lick the leftfield. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her pant and wiggle. Her firm, great breast jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge cock plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, fake tit. I slid across her belly and shoved into her capris then into her prickling scanty. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my young lady did n't have any cruddy pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big putz was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo creative person, his pecker drilling deep in me. His nut smacked hard into my clit.

My coming came snug and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton bang. I thrust two digit into my daughter 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my digit into her cunt. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her suffer a little fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the best. My daughter did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingers churned up her pussy. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her stringent cunt squeezing around my fingers. My tongue played with her pap piercing between my gruelling sucks. I groaned, my cunt clamping down on that immense dick.

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

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

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her twat squeezed so fuddled around my digits. I thrust a tertiary in her.

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

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

Her puss convulsed around my three fingerbreadth. Her hot juices gushed out, bathing my bridge player. I trembled, the tingle from her step-in rippled up my arm as her frame convulsed around my figure. I whimpered, sucking severe on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My thoughts melted into the wave of seventh heaven washing out of my bitch. My goof 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 apparel. 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 orgasm peaking, I popped my lips off her nipple and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will get to you shine. 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 buss and moaned,"I know where we have to go next to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her eyes were encompassing."What ?"

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

Unlike my girl and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the entire private road. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The grand piano Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large group discussion Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. There was a augury out front end declaring :"Proudly hosting girl Dazzling Belle 2019."

The present moment I handed over the Francis Scott Key to the gentleman, I sent a text to the head teacher judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to blab out to you about making sure my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a moment later.

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

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

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth story. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my second joint. I did n't have any panties on, the rubbish of textile left can at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't cognise his gens. I did n't manage. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel elbow room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason stood there, a improbable man with graying whisker. His middle flicked up and down, smiling at the great deal of my girl. Her pierced nipples poked hard against her blind drunk 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 short joke."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shave straits, his skin a rich hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, untried than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so felicitous with my girl as she did n't waffle to deplumate off her negligee-like blouse. Her big, pseud bosom spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those ash gray piercings. The adornments looked so pleasant-tasting as they contrasted with her pink nipples. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the tintinnabulation twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lips, salivating over her hardly legal human body. My pussy grew wet as I saw my girl dazzle. She had that beautiful grin on her plump lips, her viridity optic sparkling.

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

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

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

"It 's a shame she ca n't show up these off during the actual contender,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a manus over his shaved-bald head. The Black men smile."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. George Mason said, stepping up. The chief judge boldly cupped my daughter 's titty. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her vernal physical body. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her brim, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her keister. At the seeable step-in product line through her capris. One hired man rubbed at his growing erection while his other mitt groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old buns and grinned at me.

"Firm,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, your girl is a hot piece of ass."

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. A. E. W. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his script around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those albumen knickers. Her opprobrious pantie came into raft, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly varsity letter. He ripped those down in a flash, exposing the not bad rump of my daughter. My slit clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's firm tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

I turned to face the total darkness 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 human knee, his paw parting my daughter 's chirpy butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his side into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own bunghole tingled. What would it be like to throw my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lewd delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

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

It made me wet.

"How hot is your cunt, Mrs. Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His 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 like me to eat your cunt out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my women a bit more ... mature."

I shuddered then nodded my 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 head. I gasped as it flung off me, my orotund breasts coming into view. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His 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. heat energy surged through my wed eubstance. The Black man worshiped my nipple while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her shit while Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason now had his fount buried between her big, faux tits.

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

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

His script stroked down my sides, his jot electrifying. I groaned as his quarter round hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the textile rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my married kitty on fervency. This was all so energize. Such a wicked rush.

My husband could never find out even though I was doing this for our girl. I had to chisel on him so she could win. I had to satisfy these Book of Judges. My girl needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his knees. His hard work force, larger than my married man 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark rim nuzzling into my brassy George W. Bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My large tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My moans mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the immense grin on her case. Mr. mason was sucking on one of her tit while his fingers played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's boldness. We were both experiencing such pleasance.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. James Neville Mason dropped to his knee joint before my girl, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my hands on one of these pageant hussy for so long."

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

Precious gasped, her fake tit jiggling as Mr. George Mason pressed his face into her shaved twat. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was elucidate she was receiving the Sami bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her drumhead turning. Her green eyes were vitrified with pleasure.

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his midst, long dick."shucks, she 's just a fucking footling hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both destruction. Her paw tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's boldface tongue diving into the depths of my wed snatch. The Negroid man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvic arch undulating from side to side.

I smeared my twat across his hungry sassing. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hand as he feasted on me. My large breast swayed while my daughter 's fake knocker jiggled. Her mammilla tintinnabulation flashed. Her back arched as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his putz. He stared at my girl with such wolfish thirstiness in his centre. He craved her barely effectual flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would commit her to them.

She would win. Everyone would have sex that my daughter was the salutary. The most beautiful. virtually fulgurous. I shuddered, my clit throb as Mr. Kennedy 's boldface tongue flicked over it. My own sexual climax built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

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

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his hungry mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hand, electrical energy tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying delight swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming orgasm. My moans mixed with my girl 's passion.

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

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

My daughter shuddered. Her paw almost crushed idea as her titty heaved. It was clear-cut she was coming. She was shining with her rage. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his shaft. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's athirst mouth. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my ointment. He growled, his knife trouncing and lapping through my folds. He caressed my pussy lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire consistence heaved. His stiff paw gripped me as the joy washed through my body.

Wave after wave of exaltation flooded through my cerebration. small hotshot danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so often pleasure today. So many payoff for being a skillful phase female parent. I squeezed my girl 's paw back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

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

"Holy fucking bull,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to fuck your cunt,"snarled Mr. Mason."I need your pussy on my dick right hand now, you little slut !"

Precious broke the buss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll do your putz feeling amazing, Mr. mason !"

"trade good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my girl 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. stonemason stretched out on his rear. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy still lapping at my twat while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the point judge, grabbed his dick, and guided it to her pussy.

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

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his expression from my pussy. He stood up, my passion soaking his sass. 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 mitt taking my left field. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to burst forth 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 teat anchor ring flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's eye widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his hawkshaw into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judge now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thighs apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, midst and darkness, a mighty shaft that would ram into my married twat. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his shaft. My pale fingers wrapped around his Diospyros ebenum scape. I pulled him to my pussycat, aegir to feel his girth penetrating me.

"Yes, Mom, please him !"my daughter moaned as she rode Mr. Mason 's prick and took Mr. Reeve 's stopcock in her asshole."brand 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 twat."Riiiiight, just doing this for lovemaking. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could rectify him, he thrust that amazing cock into my kitty. His midst dig stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wafture of darkness washing over my visual modality. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His globe smacked into my contamination as I groaned, my thigh locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to absorb my dick right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's back talk as the former two evaluator fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My slit clenched down on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's immense cock as I watched my daughter immerse the thirdly evaluator 's dick. She had all three of her holes plugged. She was pleasing them. pride swelled through me.

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

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

My daughter 's tone down moans mixed with the grunt and moan of the four Judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three Book of Judges used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hungriness. Mr. Reeve gripped her bullshit tits, squeezing them as he reamed her SOB. At the Lapp metre, Mr. Freemason tugged on her nipple ringing, twisting her fat, pink gist and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouthpiece with concentrated thrusts, tarradiddle running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

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

"Goddamn, I love married, white snatch !"He snarled."Your husband does n't get it on you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to lay down trusted my girl won. My twat 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 grueling. They used her body for their abhorrent pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Jack Kennedy seized my mighty boob in his tight grasp. His buddy-buddy finger sank into my frame. He squeezed me as he drilled his hawkshaw into my cunt. The silky rubbing sent waves of heating that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my marrow. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, aegir for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's pelvic arch. My hands reached up, finger clawing at his muscular breast. I felt his defined great deal. There was nada sagging or voiced about him. I groaned as I stroked his John Rock hard human body. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. stuff that knife in my sass. I want to feel your Passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my regard from my girl, and kissed Mr. Kennedy Interrnational with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my breasts as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his dead body atop me. I savored it. His manly presence drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my slit. His balls smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my wages. I was such a good married woman and mother. My hubby 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. President John F. Kennedy 's manfully lips.

I exploded on his dick.

ecstasy surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My fathead spasmed as the wave of ecstasy surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his dorsum. It was rapt. 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 slit convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. Muriel Sarah Spark 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 pecker ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, little pecker !"

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

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took aid of Mr. Kennedy 's big tool. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrusting. I gasped and moaned, my boob rubbing against his dresser. My nipples 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 trust I was still cumming. I writhed in transport. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

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

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

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot jet splashing into my cervix. My twat convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. waving of darkness washed across my vision, my climax intensifying. I screamed towards such top of transport. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my pussy milked his ballock dry.

He grunted with each extravasation. Manly snarls that made me shake. I clawed the pitch black bull 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My pussy rejoiced. I could n't retrieve the last time I 'd ever mat 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 voices talking around me. I heard my daughter pant,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

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

My daughter planted her pussy right on my mouth. Mr. Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her slit. It flooded salty mixed with her mellisonant rage. I groaned and did n't hesitate to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my sweet-smelling daughter 's knife lapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my profoundness. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her folds. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's kindling brimming in my twat. Her prominent tit pillowed against my tummy, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My pap throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each other. We were lost to Lesbian pleasure. I could see the justice watching us. They had their phones out, recording our debase actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no other female parent would do something this raving mad to see that her girl dazzled.

Our tongues plundered each early. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their hammer as they watched us writhe in gay woman incest. My finger dug into my girl 's nates cheeks as I devoured my first cunt. Her sweet juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"female parent !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the best mommy ever ! Am I going to be a achiever ?"

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

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

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her whoreson. It ran down her taint to the knock off flock of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour flavour mixing with the salty jizz and the mellisonant cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delectation. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our tit rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my snatch. She squealed, a moment later her cream gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton Passion of Christ splashed onto my lips. The watching Book of Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic warmth. Such waves of blissfulness flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that solar apex of rapture, I knew she would need to dazzle even brighter for the next contest. She would ask to have that pretty, little clitoris pierced. The justice at Miss Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

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

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell dish pageant. It was displayed in a declension of water supply at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the puddle."And the winner is ... wanted Jordan !"

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

The figure glanced at its future yoke of panties. The potential of this pair sent a wild shudder through the figure. These panty were cut narrow. Almost a flip-flop. There was just enough fabric in the back for two Son to be printed : Wild kick. The red varsity letter contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the perfect place to leave out these off. Aching for another bang, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

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