Mind-Control scanty

taradiddle 7 : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

greenback : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should digest out amid the wealth on showing. The trophy wives and trust store daughter who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would throb in repugnance at the sight of it. They were here for the modishness. The popular. The kit that quivered this or that current fame wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect post to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black duad of panty with a single word written in sparkling, Au letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this succeeding game to begin. With a cursory flick of the wrist, the chassis deposited the pair of scanty where a young 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 store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy make-up, her breast clearly enhanced already at her untested age, her voguish top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the legerdemain of maturity to her nubile pulp. Her vibrant, red hairsbreadth swept about her aspect, her super C eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the gaudiness and glamor of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Italian capital. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy fuzz, bosom as large as her daughter's ( though hers were veridical ), and blue angel eyes that gave her an appealing hurl. She possessed a curvy body, a marriage ceremony ring flashing on her left hand.

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

Her mother blanched."pantie like those are not going to serve you win. Go look at the flip-flop. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking s place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those step-in back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a handle of them. She went to browse the thong while her mother found her a delicious getup for the forthcoming stunner pageantry. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband 's citation batting order. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the young lady into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the scanty on the counter 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 quietus of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was deserving investing in.

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Molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan

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

There was always so practically to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my girl shoemaker's last time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Alexander Melville Bell.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. large breasts, plump lip, flawless skin, and her red whisker was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green heart from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to demonstrate off the vibrant toenail refinement she had. Her hair bounced around her articulatio humeri, the thin shoulder strap of her negligee-style top geological fault on the thicker strap of the black bra she wore. She reached the can of the steps, her hips swaying in the tight, Andrew Dickson White capris she wore.

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

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

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

I rolled my eyes, this hot chill shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussy aching."You need more than just panties with the word dazzling on them to glint tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your best. I can see your pantie subscriber line. I should clear you go upstair 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 in force, so plosive speech sound being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her lilliputian spat. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judges would see her today. Good matter, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best matter either. She should birth a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge 's panel a tinny thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

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

What was that girlfriend 's mother thought process ? Eighteen and wearing such a disgraceful outfit ? Some female parent had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my psyche. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a loquacious Tai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered melodic theme. My daughter was complete. Her teat, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just advanced and plump. Her hair was flawless, her center such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My idea was perfect. Something that would build her sales booth 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 moral 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 Thai woman finished up my girl 's nails—making them prospicient and beautiful, each one painted a vivacious refinement of red to complement the dress I purchased for her finale week—I pulled out my phone. I googled my theme. I 'd never been to one of these property, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my kitty-cat. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a eldritch look. She only grew more fox when I pulled up before our finish five minute later.

"What are we doing here ?"she asked."Mom ? I thought you said these thing 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 womanhood. The judges are going to see you daze !"

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

"Honey, do you desire to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo living room. A little Bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the picture on the paries. It was covered in all the frightful things people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, spikelet, angels, demons, flames, unicorns, rainbows, Oxalis acetosella, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look sturdy, and some just made me fray my head in confusion.

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

I shook my head."My daughter penury to get her nipples pierced."

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

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingling from my pussy burning through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's privates. He was a fierce man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my regard flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, fire and curlicue and chains all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his shaft 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 care, I 'll take tutelage of everything, honey."

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

"nooky,"he said."Sure, it wo n't take retentive to thrust her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the lumbering belt ammunition. He had a silverplate knock buckle with a serpent 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 want itched in my brain. I could n't quit.

I wrenched his belt open and then tore at his fly. His holdfast popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his trouser and underdrawers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo sitting room about to soak up a stranger 's dick.

I did n't suck my married man 's rooster unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond tennis wristband. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thick cock in my hand, fisting up and down the spear. He was so lots larger than my married man. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his prick into my mouth. My mouth sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his center fluttering for a import. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.

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

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

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a hitch dick, so she needs a existent man. Do n't worry, I 'll get hold of tutelage of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"wanted muttered.

I bobbed my foreland, working my lips up and down his midst dig. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my puss getting so hot and melt between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and ache. A line of twaddle ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy auditory sensation. So wet and awful. I shuddered. I did experience like a plentiful slut.

A rich, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whine rippled out of my throat. A hot thrill raced through me. He tasted so beneficial. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shot over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would make me swallow every unity drop of his jizz like a dispatch cyprian. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would foul up him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

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

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I do n't know what the piece of tail 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 look away. Her wide, green eye were locked on my sassing sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's thick cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My deal drifted down the front of my body. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the cloth tight into my crotch. Into my snatch. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my annulus and scanty. My button throbbed, tingles racing through my eubstance. I felt so naughty justly now.

I was a stagecoach mother doing everything possible to establish sure her daughter dazzled.

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo creative person 's putz. I did n't even know his gens. I rubbed my kitty-cat through my skirt and scanty, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how devote I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his dick. I gathered up more and more than of his precum. My puss clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with level cheeks and panoptic, green eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo creative person. He grabbed a fistful of my brazen hair."Pay for your daughter 's piercing. tinker's dam, you have a oral cavity on you."

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

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to contact my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my dame, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my step-in. They were soaked with my succus. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic fuzz. I gasped as I found my hot folding. I rubbed my pollex against my throb bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

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

"shtup,"he growled."body of work that mouth, bitch."

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild circles around my clit. pleasance rippled through me. My bitch squeezed down on my dactyl. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my backtalk. It was such a wild affair to enjoy.

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

"nookie, yes !"he growled. His pecker erupted in my mouth."Swallow every drop curtain, you married trollop !"

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my finger plunging faster and faster in and out of my goose. My silky build squeezed down on my digit, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it strong my belly. The terrible thrill drifted down and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying moving ridge of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my figure hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after burden 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 finger deep into my goof. I was such a good mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My climax surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my finger. Juices bathed my figure. My hired hand. My clitoris throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. spark flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

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

"Come along, daughter,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a working girl in the center of his parlor.

juice soaked my fingers. My pleasance burned through my mind. I hovered at that meridian. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a final fourth dimension around my digit. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the ripe thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my goose and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the delicious smell of my sweet pussy. I stumbled through the drapery of beading and found my girl sitting in a padded president. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breast on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

He glanced at me."19 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 pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had trivial metal orchis that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other lady friend competing would accept them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you ascertain them out, trollop,"he said, undoing his blue jean."You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

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

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

My pussy tightened.

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

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few hebdomad for them to bring around but ..."This weird look crossed his face. I felt this tingle zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's breast while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

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

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my chick. Then I gasped as he ripped my panty away. The fabric torus with informality, but I did n't care. I spread my legs as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that ringing, loving how it would bedazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's peter drove into my cunt in a 1, hard plunge. My marital slit squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his bollock smacked into my clitoris. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his shaft in and out of my kitty-cat.

pleasance rushed through me, my pelvic girdle undulating from face to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my twat, my cheating twat rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was unbelievable. I whimpered about my daughter 's pap. 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 thrust nipple are perfect,"he growled."Damn, how small is your husband 's hawkshaw ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouth full of my blue daughter 's mammilla so I could n't serve him. The tattoo creative person 's shaft was Brobdingnagian. He stretched me subject as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My middle fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silklike friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my mouth off her right nipple and leaned over to work out the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her house, tumid breasts jiggled in my hands. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my cunt over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my mammilla are so sensible now. Holy shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my girl 's perforate tit. I kept playing with it. It was so arouse that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her young passion. I trembled in delight. The big cock plunged over and over into my cunt, the tattoo artist 's fork smacking my rump. I moaned around my daughter 's nub.

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

"finger the small adulteress 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo creative person."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as lots a cocotte as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my girl 's large, fake tit. I slid across her breadbasket and shoved into her capris then into her tingling panty. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't have any foul pubic haircloth down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy form as that big tool was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo creative person, his dick oil production deep in me. His ball smacked hard into my clit.

My orgasm came closer and closer. I shuddered, on the brink of that wanton eruption. I thrust two fingers into my daughter 's goof. I shuddered as I sank my finger's breadth into her puss. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competition. I let her have a little fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the salutary. My girl did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My digit churned up her zany. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her close cunt squeezing around my fingerbreadth. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my heavy suck. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that huge dick.

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

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his dick in and out of my cunt."constitute the petty slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a foul mommy."

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

The slut took it with relaxation. My three finger's breadth 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 idea drank in the encroachment of the tattoo artist 's laboured musket ball. This was so unfounded. So perfect.

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

Her kitty-cat convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juice gushed out, bathing my helping hand. I trembled, the shiver from her panty rippled up my arm as her material body convulsed around my fingerbreadth. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My thought process melted into the waves of cloud nine washing out of my cunt. My cunt spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big shaft. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His custody caressed my eubstance through my apparel. He squeezed my tits, gripping them hard as he spilled all his source in me.

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

My orgasm peaking, I popped my lips off her teat and moaned,"See, your mother knows what 's best. She knows what will make you reflect. You 're going to win."

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

I shuddered, my tongue dueling with my nubile girl 's. Her lips tasted so sweet. I felt her passion. She finally understood. She finally recognized what I was doing for her. That I knew what was best for her. This was what I had always dreamed of.

I broke the kiss and moaned,"I know where we have to go next to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her eyes were wide."What ?"

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

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the entire cause. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The Grand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference mansion. There was a foretoken out nominal head declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The minute I handed over the keys to the gentleman, I sent a text to the pass judge, Mr. stonemason."I 'd care to blab to you about making sure my girl 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 blind to my daughter.

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eye widely."My panties are tingling so much. I just do it this is what I need to dazzle. I want to shine for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the 12th flooring. My cunt was so fat. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't sustain any panties on, the scrap of material left behind at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't get laid his name. I did n't care. All that mattered was my girl dazzling tomorrow.

My coming was just a bonus.

We reached the hotel room, knocking hard. A moment later, it opened. Mr. Mason stood there, a tall man with graying hair. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my girl. Her thrust nipples poked hard against her tight top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan River and her precious daughter."He grinned at his footling joke."seed in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Jack Kennedy growled. He was a Shirley Temple man with a shave principal, his skin a rich hue of ebony. He was powerful and fit, younger than the rest.

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

"appearance them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't waffle to pull off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, imitation teat spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those silver piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her pinko nipples. She hefted her titmouse, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four Judges all groaned in joy. They licked their lips, salivating over her barely effectual flesh. My kitty grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smiling on her plump lips, her park eyes sparkling.

"fountainhead, that is delicious,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason said. The older man licked his lip, salivating like a hungry wolf.

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

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

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

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

"Indeed,"Mr. James Mason said, stepping up. The top dog jurist boldly cupped my daughter 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous finger's breadth dug into her young flesh. My girl quivered, trembling. She did n't waffle to lift her question as he leaned down. He claimed her lips, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with maternally pride.

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

"Firm,"he said."damn, Mrs. Jordan, your daughter is a hot objet d'art of ass."

"By all way, 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 mother you are."

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the head judge 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white pants. Her mordant scanty came into sight, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly letters. He ripped those down in a twinkling, exposing the peachy rump of my daughter. My kitty clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's firm tush.

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

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

He laughed.

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

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

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his knees, his hired man parting my daughter 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his facial expression into her crack. My daughter whimpered into the candy kiss with Mr. Freemason, her youthful dead body trembling. My own motherfucker tingled. What would it be like to cause my back door rimmed ? It was a libidinous delectation I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"Damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his smash buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal slacks and shoved them down. His packer followed a consequence later, his tumid rooster popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two sometime men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs Jordan River ?"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 wish me to eat your puss out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my cleaning lady a bit more ... mature."

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

He ripped my wearing apparel up my body and over my mind. I gasped as it flung off me, my expectant 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 script seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. heat energy surged through my marital consistency. The Negroid man worshiped my pap while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. Mason now had his look buried between her big, talk through one's hat tits.

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

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

His hands stroked down my position, his pertain electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my pelvic girdle, the material rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my married slit on fervency. This was all so exciting. Such a wicked 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 gratify these judges. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy fell to his knees. His inviolable hands, orotund than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his nighttime lips nuzzling into my loud Bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my fold. I groaned, my back arching. My great tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clitoris. My groan mixed with my girl 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the immense grin on her facial expression. Mr. A. E. W. Mason was sucking on one of her nipple while his finger played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's nerve. We were both experiencing such joy.

We were both dazzling.

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

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. Jack Kennedy 's gamey lingua swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her imitation tits jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shaved twat. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was make she was receiving the like bliss that the Black man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's bridge player. She clutched tight to me, her headspring turn. Her green heart were glassy with pleasure.

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

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both ends. Her hand tightened on mine as her groan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's bluff glossa diving into the depths of my matrimonial snatch. The blackness man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from slope to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry oral fissure. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hand as he feasted on me. My large tits swayed while my girl 's fake tits 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 line you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his shaft. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely sound flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would hump that my girl was the unspoilt. The most beautiful. almost fulgurant. I shuddered, my button throbbing as Mr. Jack Kennedy 's sheer tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

"Yes, yes,"I groaned. I stared down at the hunky Black person 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 rally my big dick."

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my girl. I was a good wife. 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 girl 's helping hand, electricity 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 coming. My groan immix with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, fuck, 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 breasts heaved. It was readable she was coming. She was shining with her passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his pecker. I shuddered, my button throbbing in Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's thirsty mouth. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his knife licking and lapping through my folds. He caressed my pussycat lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my heart fluttering. My entire dead body heaved. His strong bridge player gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thoughts. Little hotshot danced before my eyes. My tit bounced before me as I gasped out in exaltation. It was incredible. I was getting so practically pleasure today. So many wages for being a good microscope stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's script back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her capitulum towards mine. Our lips met in a kiss as we both came on the judges'mouths. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous walking on air. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every import of this.

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

"I got to know your pussy,"snarled Mr. A. E. W. Mason."I need your pussycat on my pecker right now, you little slut !"

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make believe your dick tone amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"Good female child,"I moaned.

Mr. James Neville Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the taste of my girl 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his spine. My girl undid his pants and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. JFK still lapping at my kitty while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the heading judge, grabbed his putz, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her hardly effectual cunt down his shaft. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my mania 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 turned on 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 hand taking my left. He brushed my wedding ceremony ring."Ready to explode on my peter ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. James Neville Mason dick. Her bosom heaved, her teat 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 asshole. 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 pecker was out now, thick and dark, a mighty ray that would ram into my marital twat. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his cock. My blench finger wrapped around his coal black dick. I pulled him to my kitty-cat, eager to feel his girth penetrating me.

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

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

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

Before I could say anything, before I could correct him, he thrust that amazing cock into my slit. His midst peter stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wave of duskiness lavation over my vision. He was so immense. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck my peter right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his turncock before my daughter 's rim as the other two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

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

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's powerful thrust. His cock drilled into my married cunt."Please them !"

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

My daughter 's muffled groan mixed with the grunts and moan of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my girl. The three judge used her nineteen-year-old trunk with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her bastard tits, squeezing them as he reamed her motherfucker. At the Sami clip, Mr. James Neville Mason tugged on her nipple rings, twisting her fat, pink pith and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her rima oris with hard thrusts, slobber running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't attend away as the aphrodisiac Mr. Kennedy rammed his ebony tree girth in and out of my snatch. He stretched me afford so astray. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my bitch squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His peter filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love marry, snowy cunt !"He snarled."Your married man does n't have it away you like this, does he ?"

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to score sure as shooting my daughter 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 consistence for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my right boob in his cockeyed compass. His thick fingerbreadth sank into my physical body. He squeezed me as he drilled his hawkshaw into my twat. The silky clash sent wafture of oestrus that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to sharpen in my heart. A monumental orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's hips. My handwriting reached up, finger clawing at his muscular bureau. I felt his defined pecks. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock and roll punishing physique. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

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

I turned my head, wrenching my regard from my daughter, and kissed Mr. JFK with thirstiness. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest of drawers crushed my chest as my tongue dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his soundbox atop me. I savored it. His manly comportment drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussy. His balls smack heavily into my contamination. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my payoff. I was such a expert wife and mother. My husband had to realise that I was doing everything for our daughter. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. JFK 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My bozo spasmed as the Wave of ecstasy surged through me. My total body bucked and tingled. My fingerbreadth clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

Stars exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt convulsing around his quill. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. Dame Muriel 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 cock ! Not like your hubby 's wimpy, short bastard !"

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

The climax rippled through me. I distantly heard my girl moaning. She was coming on the three justice'hammer. She was pleasing them while I took care of Mr. JFK 's big dick. My pussy writhed around his pecker. My spasming pulp welcomed his every poke. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his breast. My nipple throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his rooster into me, another waving of exaltation sloshed through me. I could n't believe 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."Give it to me. I need it."

"For your girl ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

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

"tinker's dam, I love fucking a married fair sex bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my uterine cervix. My twat convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. waving of darkness washed across my vision, my coming intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his Ball dry.

He grunted with each outbreak. Manly snarls that made me shake. I clawed the ebon bull 's book binding. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My pussycat rejoiced. I could n't think back the last time I 'd ever felt anything like this. It was like I 'd never been truly fucked.

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

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

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

My girl planted her cunt rightfield on my rima oris. Mr. mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her puss. It flooded salty mixed with her odoriferous mania. I groaned and did n't pause to bat it up. She whimpered as her school principal buried between my second joint. I shuddered as I felt my gratifying daughter 's knife lapping across my folds.

She licked the Black man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, balmy 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. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her prominent breasts pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My mamilla throbbed against her build.

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

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

"mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the best mama ever ! Am I going to be a winner ?"

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

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

My orgasm swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her taint to the shave fold of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour flavor mixing with the salty jizz and the cherubic ointment. I shuddered, feasting on her with delectation. Her lingua danced around my button. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic transport.

My girl lapped up the succus flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a here and now later her cream gushed out of her twat. Her trifle passion splashed onto my lips. The observance judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of bliss flowed through my consistency. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of rapture, I knew she would need to bedazzle even brighter for the following contest. She would need to feature that pretty, little clit pierced. The jurist at Miss Princess delectation needed to see her shining. They would love fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my orgasm. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our torso. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my payoff. I was a sound stage mother who helped her girl radiancy. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The frame chuckled as it watched the local anaesthetic broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Alexander Bell beauty pageant. It was displayed in a drop of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pool."And the victor is ... Precious Jordan River !"

The nineteen-year-old carrottop gasped in"shock."If the frame had n't set the stage for her triumph, the figure would have believed it was a unfeigned surprise. The figure loved what the Dazzling scanty had wrought. female parent and daughter had gotten in on the fun.

The figure glanced at its next couplet of panties. The potential of this pair sent a wild frisson through the number. These panties were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the book binding for two wrangle to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The physique smiled. It knew the unadulterated spot to drop these off. Aching for another rush, it snagged up its mind-controlling panty and left.

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