Mind-Control pantie

Story Seven : daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

eminence : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should abide out amid the wealth on display. The prize wife and reliance fund girl who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in horror at the heap of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that stream fame wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect berth to cast off the figure 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all blackamoor couplet of scanty with a 1 word written in sparkling, Au letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this future plot to set about. With a perfunctory flick of the articulatio radiocarpea, the figure deposited the pair of pantie where a Whitney Young girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the public figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the storage like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was XIX, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tit clearly enhanced already at her young age, her voguish top showing them off to their wide, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair's-breadth swept about her face, her green center dazzling. She marched on stiletto heel like she 'd weary them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only arrive with practice session. She strutted like she was walking on the rails, a modelling ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New House of York or Greater London or Paris or capital of Italy. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, Molly Jordan River was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hair's-breadth, breast as turgid as her girl's ( though hers were material ), and depressed eyes that gave her an appealing casting. She possessed a curvy trunk, a wedding ring flashing on her lead hand.

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

Her mother blanched."Panties like those are not going to help oneself you win. Go looking at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking 2d space again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the piling, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a yummy kit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive wearing apparel, but it went on her husband 's credit circuit board. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to wedge the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panty on the counter for the fund employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the pantie being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the shop with the rest of the article of clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was Worth investing in.

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Molly Jordan

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

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That slit Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter in conclusion time, but not this metre. Precious would win. She would be crowned miss Dazzling buzzer.

My daughter was complete. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large titty, plump lip, flawless skin, and her red haircloth was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown curl I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her beginner, my hubby Mark. Everything about the girlfriend was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch bounder that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail glossiness she had. Her hair bounced around her berm, the slight strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the fatal bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the inning of the stairs, her pelvis swaying in the tight, 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."round 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 scheme, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her panties pressed into her tight capris."What 's this ?"

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

I rolled my center, this hot quiver shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussycat aching."You need to a greater extent than just panty with the Christian Bible dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. treasured, you need to always face your best. I can see your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

"The challenger's tomorrow,"she muttered."Let me just have these. Okay ? I promise I 'll do my Charles Herbert Best, so halt being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those step-in would n't harm anything. It was n't like the judge would see her today. Good affair, too, because those capris she wore were n't the best thing either. She should have a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would founder those pervs sitting on the evaluator 's dialog box a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her telephone set the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a challenger, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that snatch Sapphire.

What was that girl 's mother intellection ? 18 and wearing such a shocking turnout ? Some mother had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The word echoed through my mind. 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 chatty Central Thai womanhood, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered ideas. My girl was stark. Her nipple, a birthday nowadays when she turned eighteen, were just good and plump. Her hair was flawless, her middle such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A gamy thrill raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my torso. My idea was complete. Something that would make her viewpoint out against all the early protester. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My daughter 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 lessons next."

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

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

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

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

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my pussy. I would stimulate sure my girl dazzled.

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

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

My daughter gave me a eldritch flavour. She only grew more disconnected when I pulled up before our destination five moment later.

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

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

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock."Do you require me to evidence my au naturel tit to them ?"

"Honey, do you want to win ?"

"I 'm not going to flash my titmouse at a crowd of old pervs,"she muttered."Do you deal at all that they 're staring at me ? There clustering of degenerates lusting over my barely legal chassis ?"

"It does n't inconvenience oneself me one bit,"I said."Men like looking at vernal 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 pictures on the wall. It was covered in all the atrocious things people would draw on their body. Skulls, nub, thorns, angels, daimon, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch up my head in confusion.

"aid you ?"a man asked. He peered a drapery of red beading."You got an appointment."

I shook my psyche."My daughter needs to get her nipples pierced."

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

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

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

"Oh, cartel me, I can spread over it,"I purred."You should see the credit limit point I have on the circuit board my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a unlike line of recognition,"he said.

"Well, that can be arranged,"I said, the tingles from my pussycat electrocution through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left manus reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a boisterous man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his blue jean as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flame and curlicue and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the severe look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

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

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

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

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't contain long to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy belt. He had a silverplate swath warp with a snake in the grass slithering out of a skull embossed on the straw man."What about Dad ? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it 's that important."

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

The want itched in my brain. I could n't blockade.

I wrenched his belt opened and then bust at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his trouser and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to take up a stranger 's dick.

I did n't soak up my husband 's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond lawn tennis bracelet. But now ...

I salivated.

I grasped his thickheaded shaft in my hired man, fisting up and down the cock. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened all-encompassing and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the bleak whiskers of his mustache.

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

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

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

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my sassing up and down his thick spear. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my purulent getting so hot and liquified between my second joint. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and ache. A line of business of drool ran down my Chin and my sucking made such loose-fitting sounds. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, get hitched with slut.

My lingua swirled around the crownwork of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't look to feel him spurting into my lip. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my back talk. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would hit me swallow every single drop of his jizz like a complete tart. I always spit out my husband 's spunk when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

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

I moaned in understanding around his cock.

"I do n't know what the nookie is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to expect away. Her broad, green eyes were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's deep cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My mitt drifted down the battlefront of my body. I reached down and take down, crossing my tum. I pressed the cloth tight into my crotch. Into my kitty. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my wench and panties. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my trunk. I felt so naughty right now.

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

joy rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's hawkshaw. I did n't even sleep together his name. I rubbed my cunt through my annulus and panty, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how give I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his turncock. I gathered up to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of his precum. My snatch clenched as I ached for his cum to swamp my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her blazonry, watching with flushed cheeks and wide, green eyes.

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

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

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to stir my bud directly. I shoved my bridge player beneath my skirt, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my pantie. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the position. My fingertips slid through my silklike pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot crimp. I rubbed my thumb against my throb bud and pierce two fingers into my pussy.

My profundity clung mingy about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my finger in and out of my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a mad pauperization while moaning around the tattoo artist 's dick.

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

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

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

I thrust my fingers in and out of my bozo faster and faster. I rubbed my quarter round in state of nature circles around my clit. pleasure rippled through me. My bitch squeezed down on my dactyl. My consistency shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.

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

"roll in the hay, yes !"he growled. His cock erupted in my backtalk."withdraw every drop, you married loose woman !"

I gulped down the tattoo creative person 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my cunt. My silken flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the detrition. I gulped down his salty ejaculate. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The pixilated quiver drifted lower and lower berth. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying moving ridge of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my fathead. I plunged my finger's breadth hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down warhead after load 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 reward. I squealed around his putz as my flesh spasmed around my finger's breadth. succus bathed my digits. My handwriting. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging ovolo. Muriel Sarah Spark flared, adding to the rut rushing through my body.

My sentiment blaze.

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

"ejaculate along, daughter,"the tattoo creative person said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a fancy woman in the middle of his front room.

Juices soaked my fingers. My joy burned through my brain. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a net time around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot shiver rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the decently thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my digit from my twat and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the pleasant-tasting flavour of my sweet pussycat. I stumbled through the drapery of beads and found my daughter sitting in a footslog chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on showing. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

"shit,"the tattoo creative person growled."How old are you ?"

"Nineteen,"my daughter said.

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

"She has to daze,"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 piddling metal balls that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would have them ?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my girl shuddered.

"Why do n't you condition them out, slut,"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 deficiency of appointment.

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

My pussy tightened.

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

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone implants. I studied her tit."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 weeks for them to heal but ..."This weird expression crossed his face. I felt this tingle zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter 's titmouse while she whimpered. Her optic fluttered.

What was I asking about ?

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

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

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's peter drove into my cunt in a single, severely plunge. My matrimonial pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his position and whimpered as his testis smacked into my clit. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my pussycat.

pleasure rushed through me, my coxa undulating from incline to side. I stirred his hammer around inside of my twat, my extramarital puss rejoicing at the thick feel of his dick in me. It was incredible. I whimpered about my daughter 's nipple. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make sure your girl 's pierced nipples are perfect,"he growled."Damn, how modest is your husband 's hawkshaw ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my mouth full of my spicy daughter 's pap so I could n't answer him. The tattoo creative person 's prick was huge. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The silky rubbing built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my sassing off her right nipple and leaned over to bat the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her house, vauntingly white meat 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 tit are so sensitive now. holy place shit !"

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

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my payoff for being such a full stagecoach mother. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My daughter shuddered on the chair, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"finger's breadth the minuscule strumpet 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your girl deserves to cum, too. She 's just as often a lady of pleasure as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my daughter 's large, fake tit. I slid across her stomach and shoved into her capris then into her tingling panties. She gasped as I cupped her shaved pussy—my lady friend did n't make any foul pubic hair down there—finding her nineteen-year-old cunt wet and hot. She trembled as I stroked her. I rubbed up and down her juicy flesh as that big cock 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 gumshoe drilling trench in me. His balls smacked hard into my clitoris.

My orgasm came nearer and closer. I shuddered, on the brink of that wanton extravasation. I thrust two fingers into my daughter 's snatch. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her slit. She always lied when she claimed she was a Virgin during rival. I let her get a slight fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the trump. My daughter did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My finger's breadth churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her mingy snatch squeezing around my fingers. My spit played with her mamilla piercing between my hard sucks. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that immense dick.

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

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

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

The slut took it with ease. My three finger plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the dog of my hired man against her clit. Her little bud throbbed while my brain drank in the wallop of the tattoo artist 's heavy lump. This was so wild. So perfect.

"Yes !"my girl moaned."My pap are so raw I ... I ... I 'm cumming !"

Her pussy convulsed around my three fingers. Her hot juices gushed out, bathing my manus. I trembled, the tingles from her panties rippled up my arm as her form convulsed around my digits. I whimpered, sucking gruelling on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo artist groaned.

He buried to the hilt in my hook up with snatch. spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded into me. I whimpered, betraying my husband for the good of our daughter. I had to do it. I had to cheat on him, cuckold him, so our daughter could win tomorrow. I sucked so gruelling on her nipple as my own orgasm exploded through me.

My idea melted into the wave of seventh heaven washing out of my cunt. My goof spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big gumshoe. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His hand caressed my body through my dress. He squeezed my tits, gripping them hard as he spilled all his seed in me.

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

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

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

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

I broke the buss and moaned,"I know where we have to go side by side to ensure you win. I know what we have to do."

Her oculus were wide."What ?"

After we freshened up from our fun, the tattoo creative person smacked us both on the rump as we hurried out XX instant later. It was a dishonor my girl was wearing those despicable capris, but there was not much to do about it now. We had to act fast. What if another degree mother persuasion of this ? I bet that slut, Sapphire, would do this. Her mother was just such a tramp.

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the entire driving force. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The one thousand Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a magnanimous league hall. There was a sign of the zodiac out front declaring :"Proudly hosting Miss Dazzling Belle 2019."

The moment I handed over the Key to the valet de chambre, I sent a schoolbook to the head teacher judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to spill to you about making certainly my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My girl is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a minute later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's perfect,"she said, her eyes wide of the mark."My step-in are tingling so a lot. I just roll in the hay 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 juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thigh. I did n't have any panty on, the scrap of cloth left behind at the tattoo creative person. I still did n't make love his gens. I did n't care. All that mattered was my girl dazzling tomorrow.

My coming was just a bonus.

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

"fountainhead, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her precious daughter."He grinned at his petty laugh."seminal fluid in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. President Kennedy growled. He was a pitch blackness man with a shaved head, his cutis a rich hue of ebony. He was muscular and fit, younger than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

I was so happy with my daughter as she did n't hesitate to rive off her negligee-like blouse. Her big, cook boob spilled out, both plump and beautiful and topped by those flatware piercings. The adornments looked so delicious as they contrasted with her pink nipples. She hefted her tit, shaking them, the gang twisting and shifting. They flashed in the hotel light.

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

"Well, that is delightful,"Mr. Mason said. The elderly man licked his back talk, salivating like a athirst wolf.

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

"As you can see,"I said, reaching out to tweak one of my daughter 's nipple tintinnabulation. 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 evidence these off during the actual competition,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald top dog. The Black men grin."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

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

I beamed with maternally pride.

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

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

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her tongue dueling with the headway judge 's. While Mr. mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his bridge player around Precious 's waistline. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those Stanford White trouser. Her black panties came into passel, the Holy Writ Dazzling appearing in Au, sparkly varsity letter. He ripped those down in a newsbreak, exposing the bully rear of my daughter. My snatch clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's house tush.

"You ever taken a pecker 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 for certain she 'll bask yours. Just lubricator up."

He laughed.

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

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

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

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his human knee, his hands parting my girl 's buoyant butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his face into her crack. My girl whimpered into the kiss with Mr. A. E. W. Mason, her youthful body trembling. My own asshole tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lascivious delight 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 boxers followed a minute later, his large cock popping out. He stroked it as he watched my naked daughter trembling beneath the two older men 's lecherous touches.

It made me wet.

"How hot is your pussy, Mrs. Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His hired hand touched the hem of my sundress."Are you getting a hot cunt watching your girl whore herself out ?"

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

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

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

He ripped my attire up my body and over my header. I gasped as it flung off me, my big breasts coming into view. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my girl 's, but they were all born. His soot black paw seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my pap. I shuddered as he suckled. Heat surged through my married organic structure. The Black man worshiped my mammilla while I watched my girl squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her asshole while Mr. stonemason now had his cheek buried between her big, fake tits.

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

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

His manpower stroked down my English, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his pollex hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the fabric rolling down my thigh. I shuddered, my married pussy on fire. This was all so exciting. Such a repelling rush.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy Interrnational fell to his knees. His potent helping hand, larger than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his moody sassing nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his natural language flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My with child mammilla jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clitoris. My moans mixed with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the huge smiling on her face. Mr. Mason was sucking on one of her nipple while his fingers played with the former, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's aspect. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

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

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

Precious gasped, her fake pap jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shaved twat. He licked and lapped at her puss. It was clear she was receiving the same bliss that the pitch blackness man was giving me. I reached out, taking my daughter 's mitt. She clutched tight to me, her point turning. Her green eyes were glassy with pleasure.

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

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both destruction. Her hand tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the profoundness of my get married snatch. The Negro man swirled his glossa around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from side to side.

I smeared my pussy across his hungry mouthpiece. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my daughter 's mitt as he feasted on me. My large mamilla swayed while my daughter 's fake titmouse jiggled. Her nipple rings flashed. Her back bowed as her moans grew louder and louder.

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

"Of trend you are, you 're a dirty slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his peter. He stared at my daughter with such wolfish hunger in his eyes. He craved her barely effectual flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would render her to them.

She would win. Everyone would know that my daughter was the honest. The most beautiful. Most bedazzle. I shuddered, my clit throbbing as Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's bold glossa flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

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

I shuddered. I was just doing this for my daughter. I was a goodness married woman. A trade good mother.

He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me plastered against his hungry sassing. I gripped my daughter 's mitt, 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 moan mixed with my daughter 's passion.

"Mr. A. E. W. Mason !"she gasped."Oh, fuck, Mr. Reeve !"

"Yes,"Mr. A. E. W. Mason groaned,"bathe me with those juices. Barely legal twat is the best."

My girl shuddered. Her hand almost crushed nous as her breasts heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her Passion. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's athirst rima oris. I whimpered, seeing my girl 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My kitty juice gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my cream. He growled, his tongue lacing and lapping through my sheepfold. He caressed my pussy lip. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My entire body heaved. His secure hands gripped me as the delight washed through my body.

Wave after wave of hug drug flooded through my thought process. Little stars danced before my eyes. My breast bounced before me as I gasped out in rapture. It was incredible. I was getting so very much pleasure today. So many rewards for being a skilful stagecoach mother. I squeezed my daughter 's hand back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

Precious leaned her question towards mine. Our back talk met in a osculate as we both came on the jurist'mouths. Our tongues dueled as we shared our incestuous bliss. Her breasts pressed into mine. I shuddered, loving every moment of this.

"Holy fucking doodly-squat,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

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

Precious broke the buss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll ready your shaft smell amazing, Mr. Mason !"

"commodity girl,"I moaned.

Mr. James Mason pulled my daughter towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the mouthful of my girl 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. Mason stretched out on his back. My daughter undid his bloomers and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. Kennedy still lapping at my kitty while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the straits jurist, grabbed his rooster, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her barely legal twat 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 putz. He stroked it, staring at my daughter 's ass as she rode Mr. James Neville Mason 's dick.

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

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

He grinned, his aright helping hand taking my left. He brushed my wedding ring."prepare to explode on my pecker ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. James Mason dick. Her breasts heaved, her teat band flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My daughter 's oculus widened. She let out a throaty groan as he rammed his shaft into her mother fucker. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so proud of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my second joint apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His cock was out now, thick and dark, a mighty rotating shaft that would ram into my married bitch. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My men shot down to grab his dick. My pale fingers wrapped around his ebony slam. I pulled him to my snatch, eager to palpate his girth penetrating me.

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

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

Mr. President John F. Kennedy gave an iniquity sounding laugh as I pressed his dick against my pussy."Riiiiight, just doing this for passion. That 's all."

Before I could say anything, before I could slump him, he thrust that amazing cock into my puss. His midst shaft stretched me to my limits. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty groan. I shuddered, a wave of darkness washing over my visual sense. He was so vast. He filled me up to the hilt. His balls smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thigh locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to lactate my putz right wing now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his cock before my daughter 's lips as the other two judges fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My pussy clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge peter as I watched my daughter eat up the third judge 's tool. She had all three of her trap plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's brawny thrust. His prick drilled into my marital snatch."Please them !"

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

My girl 's muffle moans mixed with the grunt and groans of the four jurist. The hotel bed creaked as I squirmed on it beside my daughter. The three Book of Judges used her nineteen-year-old dead body with greedy hunger. Mr. Reeve gripped her fake tits, squeezing them as he reamed her asshole. At the same clip, Mr. James Neville Mason tugged on her mamilla rings, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her mouth with difficult thrusts, drool running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't count away as the aphrodisiac Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy rammed his ebony girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so all-encompassing. 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 Taurus the Bull. He had such stamen. His putz filled me up.

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

"No !"I moaned, saying what I had to make sure my daughter won. My twat ached, his every poke 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 degenerate fucked her toilsome. They used her body for their obscene pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. President John F. Kennedy seized my redress dope in his mingy grasp. His loggerheaded fingers sank into my flesh. He squeezed me as he drilled his cock into my twat. The silklike clash sent waves of heating system that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to focus in my marrow. A massive coming built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, eager for that explosive eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's hips. My hands reached up, finger's breadth clawing at his muscular bureau. I felt his define passel. There was nothing sagging or subdued about him. I groaned as I stroked his rock and roll hard physique. I reveled in his military posture as his dick reamed me.

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

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

"Just like you,"he whispered."A tweed, married lady of pleasure. You 're going to explode on my dick."

"Yes !"I moaned.

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

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

His cock drove to the hilt in my pussy. His glob smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reinforcement. I was such a good wife and female parent. My married man had to understand 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. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's manful lips.

I exploded on his dick.

transport surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big hammer. My bozo spasmed as the moving ridge of Adam surged through me. My total physical structure bucked and tingled. My fingers clawed his back. It was rapturous. I 'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

champion exploded across my vision. I howled into our candy kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my pussy convulsing around his gibe. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His crotch crushed my clit over and over. twinkle 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 dick ! Not like your husband 's wimpy, footling peter !"

"No !"I howled as the sexy, ebony bull 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 fear of Mr. Kennedy Interrnational 's big pecker. My twat writhed around his peter. My spasming human body welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my breasts rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every time he slammed his prick into me, another wave of rapture sloshed through me. I could n't consider I was still cumming. I writhed in rapture. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embracing. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"Liar !"

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

"red cent, I love fucking a hook up with woman bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix uteri. My kitty convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Waves of darkness washed across my vision, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of raptus. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my bitch milked his balls dry.

He grunted with each irruption. Manly snarls that made me shake. I clawed the ebony bruiser 's book binding. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his punk. My pussycat rejoiced. I could n't remember the last-place 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 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 knock and gawp open. Edward White swam in the center. I struggled to focus on it as—

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

She licked the Shirley Temple Black man 's cum out of my profoundness. She feasted on me with thirstiness. I gripped her ass, soft and peachy. I squeezed and kneaded her as my lingua darted through her crease. I scooped out the head judge 's cum as she feasted on Mr. President John F. Kennedy 's spunk brimming in my slit. Her large boob pillowed against my stomach, nipples and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her pulp.

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

Our spit plundered each other. We lapped that yummy cum out of each early. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my daughter 's fathead. I groaned, the Judges stroking their tool as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My digit dug into my daughter 's prat impertinence as I devoured my first cunt. Her angelic juices stained my lip. I loved them. Feasted on them.

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

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

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

My climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her asshole. It ran down her taint to the shaven folds of her puss. I lapped it up, a sour feel mixing with the salty jizz and the odoriferous cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with pleasure. Her tongue danced around my clit. Our nipples rubbed together, her piercings pressing on my belly. It was incredible.

She would win so many pageants.

My girl would be a lulu pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top : miss Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic transport.

My girl lapped up the juices flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a moment later her emollient gushed out of her pussy. Her wanton mania splashed onto my lips. The observation judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such undulation of seventh heaven flowed through my physical structure. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of rapture, I knew she would take to dazzle even brighter for the next competition. She would need to have that pretty, little clit pierced. The judge at Miss Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would delight fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my sexual climax. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our bodies. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my reward. I was a estimable stage mother who helped her girl shine. Precious would win them all.

I 'd never been happier.

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The figure chuckled as it watched the local broadcast of Ms. Dazzling Bell dish pageantry. It was displayed in a crepuscle of piss at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the syndicate."And the winner is ... preciously Jordan !"

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

The figure glanced at its following pair of panties. The potential drop of this pair sent a wild shudder through the frame. These scanty were cut narrow. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the backrest for two words to be printed : Wild cunt. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

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

To be continued in the following taradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...