Mind-Control Panties

Story septenary : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The number slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on video display. The trophy wives and corporate trust fund girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand vesture would shudder in repugnance at the raft of it. They were here for the chic. The democratic. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the consummate billet to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

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

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this next secret plan to set out. With a free-and-easy movie of the wrist, the image deposited the pair of panties where a new girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the computer memory like she owned it, almost shouldering into the public figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was XXV. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their entire, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vibrant, red hair swept about her face, her green optic dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd tire out them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the sureness and grace that could only number with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a manikin ready for the tawdriness and glamour of Milano or New York or London or City of Light or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing sweetheart. Brassy whisker, breast as boastfully as her daughter's ( though hers were existent ), and blue oculus that gave her an appealing shape. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ceremony ring flashing on her left hand.

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

Her mother blanched."scanty like those are not going to avail you win. Go flavour at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking moment place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those pantie back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a appreciation of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a delectable kit for the upcoming beauty pageantry. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband 's credit visiting card. Her girl would be a star.

Even if she had to wedge the girl into it.

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

Precious was Worth investing in.

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molly Jordan River

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

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

My daughter was complete. Everything that I had n't been at XIX. Or even twenty-five. prominent breasts, plump back talk, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown curl I had. Precious had even inherited her green heart from her father, my hubby gull. Everything about the female child was perfect.

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

Precious came down the steps, wearing three-inch blackguard that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her berm, the slight strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the total darkness bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, livid capris she wore.

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

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

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

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the outline, feeling a quiver as I caressed the line of credit that her panties pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The step-in I showed you in conclusion week,"she muttered."The cute ace. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my dead body. My nipples hardened, my purulent aching."You need more than than just pantie with the Book dazzling on them to reflect tomorrow. Precious, you need to always wait your best. I can see your panty contrast. I should make you go up the stairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judge would see her today. salutary thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best affair either. She should birth a doll on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge 's jury a gimcrack thrill 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 finish the day before a contest, I just knew it would touch her tomorrow. We had a engagement about it before her loss against that cunt sapphire.

What was that young lady 's mother thinking ? XVIII and wearing such a shocking outfit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my mind. My girl had to dazzle. shine. She had to stand out from the other young woman. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered musical theme. My daughter was utter. Her teat, a birthday present when she turned xviii, were just mature and plump. Her hair was flawless, her middle such an enticing tincture of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A spicy tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my eubstance. My theme was complete. Something that would construct her outdoor stage out against all the former contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

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

"I thought I was having singing lesson next."

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

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

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

While the Central Thai woman finished up my daughter 's nails—making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week—I pulled out my earphone. I googled my theme. I 'd never been to one of these office, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so shut down. I knew just what to do. This wicked quiver raced through my cunt. I would make surely my daughter dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a weird look. She only grew more bemused when I pulled up before our goal 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 nipples pierced."

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

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

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

"Honey, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to dash my bosom at a clustering of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you care at all that they 're staring at me ? There bunch of degenerate lusting over my barely effectual pulp ?"

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlour. A petty bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the impression on the bulwark. It was covered in all the frightful things people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, thorns, saint, devil, flames, unicorns, rainbows, Trifolium dubium, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch my head in confusion.

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

I shook my head."My girl motive to get her mammilla pierced."

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

I shook my head. I took a stride closer to him."Listen, I 'm willing to pay anything to get it done powerful now."

His heart flicked up and down my organic structure."Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, faith me, I can pass over it,"I purred."You should see the credit limit I have on the visiting card my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a unlike lineage of quotation,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the prickling from my kitty burning through my dead 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 genitals. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his dungaree as my gaze flicked up and down his consistency. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his mesomorphic arms, flames and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his pecker harden beneath my touch.

He was liberal than my husband.

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

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

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

"ass,"he said."Sure, it wo n't have long to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the arduous belt. He had a silver-plated smash buckle with a snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the straw man."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

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

The motive itched in my brainiac. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his belt open and then tore at his fly. His fastener popped. His zip fastener rasped. I yanked down his pants and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the third house of a tattoo parlor about to suck a stranger 's dick.

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

I salivated.

I grasped his thick cock in my paw, fisting up and down the beam of light. He was so very much larger than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my backtalk. My mouth sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the ignominious whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ai n't she just a racy adulteress,"he growled."You see your momma, female child ?"

"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 consider she 's doing this."

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

"Not like that,"preciously muttered.

I bobbed my headland, working my rim up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my spit. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and melt between my thigh. I squeezed them together, my clitoris throbbing and ache. A stock of twaddle ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy audio. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, wed slut.

My spit swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't wait to experience him spurting into my oral fissure. 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 drop of his jizz like a complete whore. I always spit out my married man 's spunk when I would shove off him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

"God fucking hoot,"he groaned."Your mama 's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil rig. She 's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't get laid what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth on her list base. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to bet away. Her encompassing, super acid eye were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo creative person 's thick-skulled pecker. I shuddered, my puss growing hotter and hotter.

My hired hand drifted down the front of my dead body. I reached lower and lowly, crossing my tummy. I pressed the textile tight into my genital organ. Into my kitty-cat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and pantie. My clit throbbed, quiver racing through my torso. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a stage mother doing everything potential to make sure her girl dazzled.

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

My spit swirled around the tip of his turncock. I gathered up Thomas More and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my lip. I just had to delight him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with flushed cheeks and wide, green eyes.

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

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

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my wench, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin framework of my panty. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side of meat. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot sheepcote. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

My astuteness clung tight about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my figure in and out of my twat. delight rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

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

"Yeah, she is a kick,"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 fingers in and out of my snatch faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild circles around my clit. joy rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my dactyl. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my sass. It was such a wild affair to enjoy.

He growled. His putz throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my spit. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

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

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My slick form squeezed down on my digit, 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 lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waving of pleasance shooting through me. I churned up my goof. I plunged my digits hard and fast. It was incredible. My heart fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down onus after lode of his salty jizz.

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

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

I came.

My sexual climax surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his gumshoe as my material body spasmed around my finger's breadth. Juices bathed my fingerbreadth. My helping hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. twinkle flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My opinion blaze.

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

"cum along, girl,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a harlot in the middle of his parlor.

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

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them scavenge, tasting the delicious feel of my sweetness slit. I stumbled through the curtain of beads and found my daughter sitting in a padded chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The needle gun pierced through her garden pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had trivial metallic element balls that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other young woman competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo creative person flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you agree them out, adulteress,"he said, undoing his dungaree."You play with them while I collect the balance of my fee."

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

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

My pussy tightened.

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

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to cure but ..."This weird aspect crossed his font. I felt this chill zapping from my fingerbreadth gripping my daughter 's knocker while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my daughter 's mamilla, her full breasts clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chairman. I leaned down, this naughty shudder racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her mamilla piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo creative person chuckled as he flipped up my annulus. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The fabric tore with simpleness, but I did n't care. I spread my legs as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that mob, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my cunt in a single, tough dip. My married slit squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side of meat and whimpered as his ballock smacked into my button. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my pussycat.

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

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your daughter 's pierced teat are everlasting,"he growled."red cent, how small is your husband 's dick ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouth full of my naughty daughter 's nipple so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's dick was huge. He stretched me assailable 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 silklike detrition built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my lip off her right nipple and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and Forth River, making her pant and wriggle. Her firm, enceinte boob jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that immense dick plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my nipples are so sensitive now. Holy shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced pap. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful passion. I trembled in pleasure. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussy, the tattoo artist 's fork smacking my hind end. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my advantage for being such a near level mother. My optic squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My daughter shuddered on the hot seat, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"digit the picayune fornicatress 's slit,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a fancy woman as you are."

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

My hands scoot down from groping my daughter 's large, fake tit. I slid across her abdomen and shoved into her capris then into her tingling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't get any awful pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old twat wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big pecker was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his dick drilling deep in me. His testicle smacked hard into my button.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the threshold of that wanton bam. I thrust two finger into my girl 's jackass. I shuddered as I sank my figure into her puss. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgo the Virgin during competition. I let her sustain a minuscule fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the best. My daughter did n't drop off.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingerbreadth churned up her snatch. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her mean slit squeezing around my finger's breadth. My lingua played with her teat piercing between my gruelling sucking. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that huge dick.

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

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

"She is !"My daughter trembled. Her pussy squeezed so rigorous around my fingerbreadth. I thrust a third in her.

The loose woman took it with simplicity. My three fingerbreadth plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's sullen Ball. This was so hazardous. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three finger. Her hot juices gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the tingles from her panties rippled up my arm as her flesh convulsed around my figure. I whimpered, sucking toilsome on her mammilla as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My thoughts melted into the moving ridge of seventh heaven washing out of my twat. My goof spasmed around the tattoo creative person 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His workforce caressed my consistency through my attire. He squeezed my titmouse, gripping them punishing as he spilled all his seed in me.

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

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

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

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

Her eyes were all-inclusive."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo creative person smacked us both on the arse as we hurried out twenty minutes later. It was a attaint my girl was wearing those ugly capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another point female parent thought of this ? I bet that slut, cerulean, would do this. Her female parent was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

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

The import I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a schoolbook to the principal judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to lecture to you about making for 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 perfect,"she said, her eyes wide."My panty are tingling so much. I just know this is what I need to daze. I want to reflect for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the lift up to the twelfth floor. My pussy was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thighs. I did n't induce any panty on, the bit of cloth left rear at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't fuck his name. I did n't deal. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel way, knocking hard. A instant later, it opened. Mr. A. E. W. Mason stood there, a tall man with graying hair's-breadth. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the good deal of my daughter. Her pierced mammilla poked hard against her plastered top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"wellspring, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan River and her preciously daughter."He grinned at his short joke."cum in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

"hoot,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He was a black-haired man with a big nose. Did that mean he had a big prick ?

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Shirley Temple Black man with a shaved head, his skin a rich hue of jet black. He was mesomorphic and fit, younger 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 hesitate to pull off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, fake tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those ash grey piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her pink nipples. She hefted her tit, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The head judge boldly cupped my girl 's boob. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her young flesh. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to purloin 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 girl, staring down at her rump. At the visible scanty line through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his other helping hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old tush and grinned at me.

"house,"he said."Damn, Mrs. Jordan, your daughter is a hot composition of ass."

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

"I think I shall,"Mr. Reeve said, giving me a leering grin."What a loving female parent you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the head word justice 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his helping hand around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white pants. Her blackamoor panty came into sight, the word Dazzling appearing in atomic number 79, sparkly letter. He ripped those down in a flashing, exposing the bang-up rump of my daughter. My pussy 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 bang if she has,"I honestly answered,"but I 'm sure she 'll enjoy yours. Just lube up."

He laughed.

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

I turned to confront the blackamoor man. I grinned at him, saying,"I just want my daughter to win. I 'll do anything for her."

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his script parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his typeface into her pass. My girl whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own dickhead tingled. What would it be like to have my back entrance 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 oxford gray slacks and shoved them down. His shorts followed a moment later, his prominent cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked girl trembling beneath the two sr. men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your snatch, 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 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 head teacher. I was so gladiolus I douched myself before leaving the tattoo artist 's parlor.

He ripped my dress up my body and over my school principal. I gasped as it flung off me, my large breasts coming into eyeshot. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My titmouse were n't as perky as my girl 's, but they were all natural. His ebony script seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my mammilla. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my get married physical structure. 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 fount buried between her big, pretender tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my sides, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumb hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my conjoin pussy on fire. This was all so arouse. Such a impish rush.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his articulatio genus. His strong hands, larger than my hubby 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his dark mouth nuzzling into my garish bush. I gasped as his spit flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My big tit jiggled. His lingua was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my button. My moans flux with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge grin on her brass. Mr. Freemason was sucking on one of her mamilla while his fingers played with the former, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's face. We were both experiencing such joy.

We were both dazzling.

Mr. James Neville Mason dropped to his knee before my daughter, groaning,"I 've wanted to get my paw on one of these pageant trollop for so long."

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

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

"God fucking damn,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long dick."diddly, she 's just a have sex lilliputian hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hip joint undulating. She was getting eaten from both ends. Her mitt tightened on mine as her groan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold clapper diving into the profundity of my married cunt. The Negro man swirled his glossa around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from slope to side.

I smeared my puss across his hungry mouth. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's hand as he feasted on me. My declamatory tits swayed while my daughter 's fake tits jiggled. Her nipple gang flashed. Her back arching as her moan 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 contaminating slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his dick. He stared at my daughter with such wolflike thirstiness in his center. He craved her barely sound flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my girl.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would have intercourse that my girl was the best. The most beautiful. nearly glary. I shuddered, my button throbbing as Mr. JFK 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own climax built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my girl. I was a serious wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clitoris while his finger dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me tight against his athirst mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my delight built and built. The dizzying pleasance swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming orgasm. My moans mingle with my girl 's passion.

"Mr. mason !"she gasped."Oh, piece of tail, Mr. Reeve !"

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

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breast 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. Kennedy 's hungry oral fissure. 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. JFK with my cream. He growled, his tongue beating and lapping through my sheepfold. He caressed my kitty-cat lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eye fluttering. My entire body heaved. His unassailable hands gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thought process. minuscule ace danced before my centre. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so much pleasure today. So many rewards for being a good stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her foreland towards mine. Our lip met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'mouth. Our knife dueled as we shared our incestuous seventh heaven. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"sanctum fucking prick,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

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

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your dick feeling amazing, Mr. Freemason !"

"trade good miss,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his brim, clearly savoring the taste of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. George Mason stretched out on his binding. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his prick. I shuddered, Mr. JFK still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic high. My girl mounted the capitulum evaluator, grabbed his turncock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her scarce legal pussy down his prick. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

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

Mr. JFK pulled his font from my pussy. He stood up, my passion soaking his brim. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your girl 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 field hand taking my left field. He brushed my wedding ring."Ready to explode on my pecker ?"

I nodded my head.

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

I was so proud of her.

Mr. JFK pressed my second joint apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His hammer was out now, thick and dark, a mighty gibe that would ram into my married snatch. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hired hand shot down to grab his dick. My blanch fingers wrapped around his Diospyros ebenum scape. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to feel his girth penetrating me.

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

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

Mr. Kennedy gave an immorality 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 even up him, he thrust that amazing tool into my pussy. His midst shaft stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wave of dark wash over my vision. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His Ball smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thighs locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to absorb my dick right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my girl 's lips as the other two Judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge pecker as I watched my daughter swallow the tierce evaluator 's pecker. 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. JFK 's knock-down thrust. His cock drilled into my wed snatch."Please them !"

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

My daughter 's muffled moans mix in with the grunts and groans of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three jurist used her nineteen-year-old consistency with avaricious hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her bogus nipple, squeezing them as he reamed her SOB. At the Saami time, Mr. Mason tugged on her nipple annulus, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with hard drive, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't look away as the sexy Mr. Jack Kennedy rammed his ebony girth in and out of my kitty-cat. He stretched me open up so wide-eyed. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my pussy squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a crap. He had such stamen. His prick filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love get hitched with, White person twat !"He snarled."Your married man does n't bang you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make sure as shooting my girl won. My pussy 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 daughter as the old perverts fucked her hard. They used her body for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my right dumbbell in his tight grasp. His thick fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The slick friction sent wafture of hotness that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my gist. A massive orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's rosehip. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his muscular breast. I felt his defined deal. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock hard physique. I reveled in his strength as his cock reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."watch that little albumen 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 cock. I was so finis to cumming. My toes curled.

"Just like you,"he whispered."A White, married cocotte. You 're going to burst forth on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

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

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

His tool drove to the hilt in my slit. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a adept married woman and female parent. My husband had to interpret that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

exaltation surged through me. My slit convulsed and writhed about his big peter. My twat spasmed as the moving ridge of Adam surged through me. My full body bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his spinal column. It was ecstatic. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

adept exploded across my visual sensation. I howled into our osculation. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. fasting. His genital organ crushed my clit over and over. electric arc 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 peter ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, little cock !"

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

The sexual climax rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'stopcock. She was pleasing them while I took precaution of Mr. JFK 's big cock. My puss writhed around his cock. My spasming physique welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my white meat rubbing against his pectus. My pap throbbed. Ached.

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

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"prevaricator !"

"Just consecrate it to me !"I moaned, my judgment dissolving into ecstasy.

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

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. wave of dark washed across my vision, my climax intensifying. I screamed towards such flush 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 shiver. I clawed the ebony bruiser 's spine. 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 joy. I was dazed. I heard vox talking around me. I heard my daughter gasp,"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 inwardness. I struggled to focalise on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy right on my mouth. Mr. stonemason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her snatch. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet passion. I groaned and did n't waver to lap up it up. She whimpered as her brain buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my sweet girl 's natural language lapping across my folds.

She licked the Negroid man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with thirstiness. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my tongue darted through her folds. I scooped out the drumhead judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Jack Kennedy 's mettle brimming in my twat. Her large white meat pillowed against my stomach, mammilla and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

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

Our spit plundered each former. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's slit. I groaned, the justice stroking their tool as they watched us writhe in gay woman incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's cigarette impertinence as I devoured my beginning slit. Her dessert juices stained my lips. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

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

My orgasm swelled.

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

She would win so many pageants.

My girl would be a beauty pageantry legend. She would rise all the way to the top : misfire Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic transport.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a second later her emollient gushed out of her snatch. Her piddle passion splashed onto my lip. The watching Judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such moving ridge of bliss flowed through my organic structure. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that solar apex of transport, I knew she would need to bedazzle even brighter for the future competition. She would need to have that pretty, niggling clit pierced. The judge at miss Princess delight needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the blissfulness of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our trunk. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my advantage. I was a estimable stagecoach mother who helped her girl shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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

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

The figure glanced at its adjacent pair of pantie. The potential of this pair sent a wild frisson through the flesh. These panties were cut specialize. Almost a thong. There was just enough framework in the back for two words to be printed : uncivilised gripe. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The figure smiled. It knew the sodding place to drop these off. Aching for another rushing, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

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