Mind-Control Panties

narrative Seven : girl 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

note : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The trope slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on showing. The trophy wife and trust store girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the smartness. The popular. The turnout that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the complete place to drop off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black yoke of step-in with a undivided Bible written in scintillation, atomic number 79 letters.

Dazzling.

The public figure was aegir for this next plot to set about. With a casual picture of the carpus, the physical body deposited the span of panties where a young girl would recover it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the computer storage, to the lowest degree 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 composition, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their broad, all gave the semblance of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red tomentum swept about her face, her green centre dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she 'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the assurance and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the meretriciousness and glamor of Milan or New House of York or London or Paris or Eternal City. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her girl, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy tomentum, white meat as large as her daughter's ( though hers were real ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ring flashing on her remaining hand.

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

Her mother blanched."step-in like those are not going to serve you win. Go flavour at the lash. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy Book of Judges lusting for you. You are not taking second base office again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those step-in back on the mickle, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to shop the thong while her mother found her a yummy outfit for the approaching beauty pageant. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband 's cite circuit card. Her girl would be a star.

Even if she had to wedge the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the buffet for the fund employee to ring up. Nor did anyone observance the pantie 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. rush. We 're running out of time."

There was always so a lot to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt azure was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter last clip, but not this prison term. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.

My girl was perfect tense. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large knocker, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown whorl I had. Precious had even inherited her green oculus from her don, 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 polish she had. Her whisker bounced around her shoulders, the thin strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the mordant bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her articulatio coxae swaying in the tight, blanched capris she wore.

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

I frowned, staring at her capris. I did n't see a lash 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 tingle as I caressed the blood that her pantie pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

"The panties I showed you net week,"she muttered."The cute single. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my oculus, this hot thrill shooting from my finger down my arm through my physical structure. My nipples hardened, my pussy ache."You need more than just panties with the intelligence dazzling on them to glitter tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your adept. I can see your panty transmission line. I should pretend 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 best, so stop being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little bicker. I guess those panties would n't harm anything. It was n't like the Book of Judges would see her today. Good thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the comfortably matter either. She should have a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would throw those pervs sitting on the evaluator 's panel a cheap charge when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her 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 break off the day before a contest, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a competitiveness about it before her expiration against that pussy cerulean.

What was that lady friend 's mother thinking ? Eighteen and wearing such a shocking outfit ? Some female parent had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The countersign echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. refulgency. She had to stand out from the early girls. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a talkative Thai woman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her bosom, a birthday nowadays when she turned XVIII, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was unflawed, her eye such an enticing specter of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my puss and rippled through my physical structure. My idea was sodding. Something that would form her bandstand out against all the other 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 example next."

"You sing all right. This will make you sparkle."

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

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

While the 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 phone. I googled my estimation. I 'd never been to one of these stead, 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 prickling raced through my pussy. I would spend a penny sure my girl dazzled.

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

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

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

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

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

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you want me to evince my bare tits to them ?"

"dearest, do you want to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo living room. A piddling bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the bulwark. It was covered in all the terrible things people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, center, thorns, Angel, demons, flame, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me itch my capitulum in confusion.

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

I shook my principal."My daughter pauperization to get her nipples pierced."

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

I shook my head. I took a footmark closer to him."Listen, I 'm leave to pay anything to get it done right now."

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

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

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

"wellspring, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingle from my kitty-cat burning through my body. I would do anything to see my girl win.

My left paw reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's genitalia. He was a scratchy man. Strong. I felt his hammer hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his mesomorphic weapons system, flames and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the grievous look of a biker. I felt his tool harden beneath my touch.

He was freehanded than my husband.

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

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

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

"screw,"he said."Sure, it wo n't direct long to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy rap. He had a silver-plated belt buckle with a ophidian slithering out of a skull embossed on the front man."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 need itched in my brain. I could n't stop.

I wrenched his belt open and then shoot down at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his drawers and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo living-room about to suck a stranger 's dick.

I did n't suckle my husband 's hammer unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another ball field tennis watch bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his blockheaded rooster in my script, fisting up and down the shot. He was so very much larger than my hubby. I opened wide-cut and sucked the tip of his gumshoe into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a minute. He snorted, ruffling the Shirley Temple Black beard of his mustache.

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

"Yes,"my daughter groaned, her brass red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the forepart 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 limp shaft, so she needs a genuine man. Do n't vex, I 'll use up care of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my sassing up and down his thick shaft of light. Precum spilled over my knife. I groaned, my kitty getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clitoris throbbing and aching. A telephone line of baloney ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy strait. So wet and tight. I shuddered. I did experience like a rich slut.

A rich, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the jacket crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot frisson raced through me. He tasted so honest. I could n't hold off to finger him spurting into my mouth. To revel his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be unbelievable. I bet he would make me swallow every single drib of his jizz like a complete woman of the street. I always spit out my husband 's tinder when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

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

I moaned in accord around his cock.

"I do n't cognise what the ass is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her list feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to take care away. Her all-inclusive, viridity optic were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's chummy cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the front of my body. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my pussycat. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my dame and step-in. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my soundbox. I felt so naughty compensate now.

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

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

My spit swirled around the tip of his hammer. I gathered up More and Sir Thomas More of his precum. My twat clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My girl crossed her weaponry, watching with flushed boldness and full, greenness eyes.

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

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

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my mitt beneath my bird, sliding up my second joint fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panties. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the slope. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingerbreadth into my pussy.

My depths clung soaked about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digits in and out of my pussy. pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo creative person 's dick.

"Fuck,"he growled."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 pussy faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild dress circle around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My puss squeezed down on my figure. My dead body shuddered. I groaned around his thick putz. It filled my backtalk. It was such a wild matter to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my natural language. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his grimace twisting with pleasure.

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

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my finger plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty cum. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm up my belly. The wicked thrill drifted lower and lower. It reached my twat.

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

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My wages. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my finger. Juices bathed my finger's breadth. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heating system rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

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

"ejaculate along, female child,"the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a prostitute in the middle of his parlor.

Juices soaked my fingers. My delight burned through my mind. I hovered at that elevation. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a concluding sentence around my fingerbreadth. I panted. Groaned. That hot thrill rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the delicious flavor of my sweet kitty. I stumbled through the pall of beads and found my daughter sitting in a padded death chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"XIX,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My girl gasped both times. The phonograph needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal nut that screwed the ending together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other fille competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo creative person flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you hold back them out, slut,"he said, undoing his dungaree."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 type of credit,"he grinned. He pulled out that big dick of his.

My puss tightened.

"Mom !"my daughter gasped as I seized her vauntingly boob.

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

"Normally,"he said."It usually takes a few weeks for them to heal but ..."This weird look crossed his face. I felt this tingling zapping from my finger's breadth gripping my daughter 's mammilla while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

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

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my doll. Then I gasped as he ripped my pantie away. The fabric tore with repose, but I did n't wish. I spread my legs as I licked my girl 's piercing again. I played with that tintinnabulation, loving how it would dazzle upon her.

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my slit in a single, intemperately dip. My hook up with pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side of meat and whimpered as his formal smacked into my clit. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my pussy.

joy rushed through me, my pelvis undulating from slope to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my goof, my adulterous bitch rejoicing at the thick smell of his gumshoe in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my girl 's mammilla. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make certain your daughter 's pierced teat are perfect,"he growled."Damn, how humble is your married man 's putz ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my oral fissure fully of my naughty daughter 's pap so I could n't answer him. The tattoo artist 's prick was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My centre fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The satiny detrition built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my rima oris off her decently mammilla and leaned over to lick the left hand. I flicked her piercing back and Forth River, making her gasp and squirm. Her firm, bombastic boob jiggled in my script. 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 tit are so sensitive now. holy place shit !"

I sucked and nibbled on my daughter 's pierced nipple. I kept playing with it. It was so exciting that she was going to dazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful warmth. I trembled in delight. The big putz plunged over and over into my twat, the tattoo artist 's privates smacking my rump. I moaned around my girl 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reward for being such a good microscope stage mother. My centre 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 trollop 's twat,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a working girl as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my girl 's declamatory, fake tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingle panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my girl did n't cause any tight pubic hair's-breadth down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big putz was rubbing my twat.

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

"Oh, yes, you are,"snarled the tattoo artist, his tool drilling oceanic abyss in me. His balls 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 girl 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my figure into her snatch. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgo the Virgin during rival. I let her have a little fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the best. My daughter did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My fingerbreadth churned up her cunt. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight cunt squeezing around my finger. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my backbreaking suck. 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 daughter. We were both going to dazzle."I 'm going to cum !"

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist as he drilled his prick in and out of my twat."pull in the short slut-daughter of yours explode. Such a impish mommy."

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

The slut took it with ease. My three dactyl plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the heel of my hand against her clitoris. Her little bud throbbed while my judgement drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's cloggy testicle. This was so wild. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juices gushed out, bathing my bridge player. I trembled, the chill from her pantie rippled up my arm as her anatomy convulsed around my digits. I whimpered, sucking hard on her pap as she thrashed.

"nookie,"the tattoo artist groaned.

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

My thoughts melted into the waves of bliss washing out of my twat. My cunt spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big cock. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hands caressed my dead body through my dress. He squeezed my tits, gripping them toilsome as he spilled all his source in me.

"Mom,"panted my girl."Oh, my mamilla piercings are amazing."

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

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

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

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

Her center 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 of arc later. It was a pity my girl was wearing those horrible capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another stage female parent mentation of this ? I bet that strumpet, cerulean, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my girl and me.

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

The moment I handed over the keys to the valet, I sent a text to the capitulum judge, Mr. stonemason."I 'd wish to speak to you about making sure my daughter profits. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a moment later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her optic across-the-board."My pantie are tingling so much. I just acknowledge this is what I need to dazzle. I want to shine for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor. My pussy was so racy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my second joint. I did n't have any panty on, the scrap of fabric left butt at the tattoo artist. I still did n't do it his name. I did n't care. All that mattered was my daughter 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 marvelous man with graying fuzz. His eyes flicked up and down, smiling at the sight of my girl. Her perforate teat poked unvoiced against her pissed top. She had n't put on her bra. That was my decision.

"well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her treasured daughter."He grinned at his minuscule prank."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a shaved head, his skin a plenteous hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, young than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my girl as she did n't hesitate to rip off her negligee-like blouse. Her large, role player tits spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those ash grey piercings. The adornments looked so scrumptious as they contrasted with her garden pink nipples. She hefted her tits, shaking them, the rings twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

The four Judges all groaned in delight. They licked their lips, salivating over her scantily sound flesh. My kitty grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful smile on her plump back talk, her green eyes sparkling.

"wellspring, that is luscious,"Mr. James Mason said. The previous man licked his lips, salivating like a hungry wolf.

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

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

"It 's a shame she ca n't record these off during the actual rivalry,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald top dog. The pitch blackness men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. George Mason said, stepping up. The head jurist boldly cupped my daughter 's tit. I smiled as his lecherous fingers dug into her youthful flesh. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't hesitate to lift her head as he leaned down. He claimed her sass, kissing her with hunger.

I beamed with motherly pride.

Mr. Reeve came up behind my daughter, staring down at her bum. At the seeable panty billet through her capris. One hand rubbed at his growing erection while his other hand groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old can and grinned at me.

"Firm,"he said."darn, Mrs. Jordan, your daughter is a hot piece of ass."

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the psyche judge 's. While Mr. Freemason kissed my girl, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those white drawers. Her black step-in came into good deal, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, sparkly letters. He ripped those down in a wink, exposing the peachy-colored fundament of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's firm tush.

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

"I do n't bonk 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 look the Black 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 middle flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his human knee, his hands parting my daughter 's buoyant butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his side into her shot. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to have my back door rimmed ? It was a lewd pleasure I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"darn,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal grey slacks and shoved them down. His bagger followed a moment later, his big hammer popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

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

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

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

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

He ripped my attire up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my great breasts coming into horizon. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My knocker were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebony hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipple. I shuddered as he suckled. estrus surged through my married consistence. The black man worshiped my teat while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her SOB while Mr. Mason now had his side buried between her big, shammer tits.

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

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

His paw stroked down my sides, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his quarter round hooked into my step-in. He shoved them off my hips, the material rolling down my second joint. I shuddered, my married twat on fire. This was all so charge. Such a mischievous 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 justice. My daughter needed to shine.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his human knee. His impregnable hands, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his wickedness back talk nuzzling into my bodacious George H.W. Bush. I gasped as his lingua flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My large tits jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my plica. He brushed my clitoris. My moans combine with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge smile on her face. Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was sucking on one of her nipples while his fingers played with the other, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's facial expression. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

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

"Enjoy,"I moaned, Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's blue tongue swirling through my folds.

Precious gasped, her postiche teat jiggling as Mr. James Neville Mason pressed his fount into her trim bozo. He licked and lapped at her cunt. It was clear she was receiving the Lapp cloud nine that the Black person man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her straits turn. Her green heart were glassy with pleasure.

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

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both oddment. Her hand tightened on mine as her moan grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's sheer tongue diving into the astuteness of my married cunt. The total darkness man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my pelvis undulating from face to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry rima oris. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's hand as he feasted on me. My large mamilla swayed while my daughter 's imposter tits jiggled. Her mammilla band flashed. Her back arched as her moan grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his putz. He stared at my daughter with such wolflike hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely sound flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would break her to them.

She would win. Everyone would get laid that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. virtually blazing. I shuddered, my button throbbing as Mr. Kennedy 's bold natural language flicked over it. My own coming built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. 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 daughter 's hired hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasure swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming orgasm. My moans mixed with my daughter 's passion.

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

"Yes,"Mr. Mason groaned,"bathe me with those succus. Barely effectual cuckoo is the best."

My daughter shuddered. Her script almost crushed mind as her white meat heaved. It was exculpated she was coming. She was shining with her love. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his hawkshaw. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. President Kennedy 's hungry oral cavity. I whimpered, seeing my girl 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. President Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his glossa drubbing and lapping through my flock. He caressed my pussy backtalk. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His strong handwriting gripped me as the joy washed through my body.

undulation after wave of ecstasy flooded through my view. minuscule stars danced before my oculus. My white meat bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so practically pleasure today. So many advantage for being a unspoilt stage mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her foreland towards mine. Our brim met in a kiss as we both came on the jurist'oral fissure. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous bliss. Her tit pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every present moment of this.

"holy fucking shit,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

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

Precious broke the kiss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your putz flavour amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"Good daughter,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my girl towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his rim, clearly savoring the taste sensation of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his backrest. My girl undid his pant and fished out his putz. I shuddered, Mr. JFK still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic gamey. My daughter mounted the head judge, grabbed his stopcock, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my girl slammed her barely effectual cunt down his cock. Her back arched as she took him to the hilt.

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

Mr. Kennedy pulled his face from my pussy. He stood up, my warmth soaking his lips. He grinned at me, saying,"Are n't you just a loving mother ? You 're getting off on your daughter being violated by those aroused deviate, are n't you ?"

I shuddered, glancing up at him."I just want my girl to win. This is what it takes."

He grinned, his powerful hand taking my left. He brushed my wedding doughnut."quick to explode on my cock ?"

I nodded my head.

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

I was so lofty of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thigh apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, thick and dark, a mighty shaft that would ram into my married cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My hands shot down to grab his dick. My blanch finger's breadth wrapped around his ebony shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, eager to experience his girth penetrating me.

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

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

Mr. Kennedy International Airport gave an wickedness 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 correct him, he thrust that amazing cock into my cunt. His midst shaft stretched me to my limit. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty moan. I shuddered, a wave of darkness washing over my visual sense. He was so Brobdingnagian. He filled me up to the hilt. His lump smacked into my contamination as I groaned, my second joint locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to wet-nurse my putz right now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my girl 's lips as the early two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussycat clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge cock as I watched my daughter accept the third judge 's dick. 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 Kennedy 's powerful push. His cock drilled into my get married puss."Please them !"

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

My girl 's muted moans mixed with the oink and groan of the four judges. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three judges used her nineteen-year-old body with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her simulated teat, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the Saami time, Mr. James Neville Mason tugged on her nipple hoop, twisting her fat, pink nubble and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with concentrated poke, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't look away as the sexy Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy rammed his ebony cinch in and out of my pussy. He stretched me spread out so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my cunt squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull. He had such stamina. His tool filled me up.

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

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

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my eyes locked on my nineteen-year-old girl as the old deviant fucked her hard. They used her dead body for their salacious pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. President Kennedy seized my proper titty in his tight reach. His thick finger's breadth sank into my human body. He squeezed me as he drilled his shaft into my snatch. The silken friction sent wafture of heat that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focalize in my core. A monolithic orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's hip joint. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his sinewy chest. I felt his defined wad. There was nothing sagging or soft about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock 'n' roll hard frame. I reveled in his strength as his prick reamed me.

"That 's it,"he growled, nuzzling down in my ear."picket that fiddling egg white slut-daughter of yours please those three men. Mmm, is n't she just a working girl ? She 's loving their dicks."

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

"Just like you,"he whispered."A Andrew D. White, married whore. You 're going to set off on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

"osculation me. Shove that clapper in my mouth. I want to experience your passion !"

I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. I clutched to him, pulling him down to me. His chest crushed my knocker as my spit dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his back talk as I could. I whimpered, his organic structure atop me. I savored it. His manfully front drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my twat. His bollock smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a effective wife and mother. My hubby had to empathize that I was doing everything for our girl. If I did n't do this, Precious would n't win tomorrow. I whimpered as I kissed Mr. Kennedy 's manful lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My slit convulsed and writhed about his big hammer. My goof spasmed as the waves of ecstasy surged through me. My entire body bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his book binding. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

maven exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his shaft. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His private parts crushed my clit over and over. Sparks of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my judgement drowning in ecstasy.

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

"No !"I howled as the sexy, Diospyros ebenum crap pounded me hard.

The orgasm rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three judges'cocks. She was pleasing them while I took tending of Mr. Kennedy International Airport 's big peter. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my chest rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his prick 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 embracing. I nipped at his ear. I was barbaric. Consumed by my passion.

"Cum in me !"I howled."turn over it to me. I need it."

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"liar !"

"Just grant it to me !"I moaned, my brain dissolving into ecstasy.

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

He slammed into me. His shaft erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My pussy convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Waves of darkness washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his orchis dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony tree bull 's back. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his touchwood. My pussy rejoiced. I could n't think of the last clip 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 voices talking around me. I heard my daughter pant,"Yes ! I 'll do it. Anything to win."

I blinked, rising out of a daze. I looked up to see something. It was pinko and gaping unfold. Stanford White swam in the shopping mall. I struggled to focus on it as—

My daughter planted her pussy right field on my back talk. Mr. George Mason 's cum poured into my back talk out of her cunt. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet passion. I groaned and did n't pause to lick it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thighs. I shuddered as I felt my scented daughter 's knife imbrication across my folds.

She licked the Negroid man 's cum out of my depths. She feasted on me with hunger. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my lingua darted through her bend. I scooped out the head evaluator 's cum as she feasted on Mr. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my twat. Her large breasts pillowed against my stomach, nipples 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 tribade joy. I could see the judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our depraved actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no other female parent would do something this rampantly to ensure that her daughter dazzled.

Our spit plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's bozo. I groaned, the jurist stroking their cocks as they watched us worm in tribade incest. My fingerbreadth dug into my girl 's butt cheeks as I devoured my first cunt. Her sweet succus stained my lip. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"Mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, give thanks you ! You 're the near 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 tail, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my joy growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this second as they stroked their prick with their other hands. They were showing off my girl to her best. She proved she would do anything to win.

My sexual climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her SOB. It ran down her taint to the shaven sheepcote of her pussy. I lapped it up, a sour sapidity mixing with the salty jizz and the sweet cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her clapper danced around my clit. Our teat rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

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

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the juices flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a import later her cream gushed out of her pussy. Her promiscuous love splashed onto my lips. The observance judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic Passion of Christ. Such wave of walking on air flowed through my consistence. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that solar apex of ecstasy, I knew she would take to daze even brighter for the next competition. She would take to have that pretty, fiddling clit pierced. The judges at misfire Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my coming. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our dead body. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a upright stage female parent who helped her daughter shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The shape chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell beauty pageant. It was displayed in a gloaming of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the pond."And the winner is ... valued Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan !"

The nineteen-year-old redheader gasped in"shock."If the figure had n't set the stage for her victory, the figure would make believed it was a genuine surprisal. The figure loved what the Dazzling panties had wrought. Mother and girl had gotten in on the fun.

The human body glanced at its next pair of step-in. The potential of this pair sent a wild thrill through the figure. These panties were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the spine for two actor's line to be printed : state of nature Bitch. The red varsity letter contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

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

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