Mind-Control scanty

Story Seven : Daughter 's Dazzling Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

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

Not for the bizarre.

It was the complete property to drop off the name 's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all fatal pair of panties with a single word written in twinkle, amber letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was aegir for this next biz to lead off. With a casual flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the duo of scanty where a Whitney Moore Young Jr. miss would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the computer storage like she owned it, almost shouldering into the public figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was 25. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their wide, all gave the illusion of matureness to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red whisker swept about her fount, her green middle dazzling. She marched on stiletto dog like she 'd weary them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a framework ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, molly Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan was plain, but she still was a womanhood possessing beauty. Brassy hair, breast as large as her daughter's ( though hers were real number ), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing form. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

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

Her female parent blanched."Panties like those are not going to help you win. Go tone at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy justice lusting for you. You are not taking arcsecond position again."

Precious rolled her eye. She thought she threw those pantie back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a clasp of them. She went to browse the thongs while her female parent found her a yummy getup for the approaching ravisher pageant. It was an expensive wearing apparel, but it went on her husband 's credit posting. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to wedge the girl into it.

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

Precious was deserving investing in.

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Molly Jordan

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

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the contender was fierce. That snatch lazuline was competing. The blond bimbo had beaten my daughter go time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was everlasting. Everything that I had n't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump sassing, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown lock chamber I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her Fatherhood, my husband scratch. Everything about the missy was perfect.

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

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to evince off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin strap of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker strap of the pitch-black bra she wore. She reached the seat of the stairs, her pelvic girdle 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."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 precis, feeling a tingle as I caressed the tune that her panties pressed into her blotto capris."What 's this ?"

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

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my fingerbreadth down my arm through my physical structure. My teat hardened, my slit aching."You need more than than just panties with the word dazzling on them to radiate tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your in force. I can see your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we 're going to be late."

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

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those scanty would n't harm anything. It was n't like the justice would see her today. in force thing, too, because those capris she wore were n't the dependable thing either. She should have a dame on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would feed those pervs sitting on the evaluator 's venire a inexpensive frisson when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the entire driving force 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 contender, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a conflict about it before her loss against that puss lazuline.

What was that girl 's mother thinking ? Eighteen and wearing such a shameful outfit ? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling ...

The intelligence echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. radiancy. She had to resist out from the other little girl. How to do that ? There had to be a way. Something ... exciting. I studied my girl as the manicurist, a gossipy Siamese charwoman, worked on Precious 's nails. I pondered estimate. My daughter was perfect. Her tits, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her ...

A racy tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My idea was perfect. Something that would have her stand out against all the other protester. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

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

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

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

"You sing fine. This will arrive at you sparkle."

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

I shuddered. It was such a puckish 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 clothes I purchased for her last-place week—I pulled out my phone. I googled my theme. 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 tingle raced through my puss. I would make believe trusted 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 special,"I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eager for this.

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

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

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

Her jaw dropped."What ?"

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

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

"Honey, do you require to win ?"

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

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

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the motion picture on the wall. It was covered in all the dread things the great unwashed would drag on their bodies. Skulls, affection, prickle, backer, fiend, flames, unicorns, rainbows, dutch clover, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me come up my mind in confusion.

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

I shook my header."My daughter pauperism to get her nipples pierced."

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

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, that can be arranged,"I said, the frisson from my pussy electrocution through my consistence. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist 's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his shaft hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his eubstance. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flaming and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a midst, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous flavour of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was great than my husband.

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

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

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

"Fuck,"he said."Sure, it wo n't take aim foresighted to pierce her."

"Mom !"Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy belt. He had a silverplate belt buckle with a snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the front."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 stimulate you dazzle."

The need itched in my psyche. I could n't intercept.

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

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

I salivated.

I grasped his blockheaded cock in my hand, fisting up and down the prick. He was so much bombastic than my husband. I opened astray and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My backtalk sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his center fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black-market whiskers of his mustache.

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

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

"Relax, cleaning lady her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp dick, so she needs a real man. Do n't worry, I 'll take charge of you when we 're done."

"Not like that,"Precious muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his midst shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my slit getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my button throb and aching. A line of tosh ran down my chin and my sucking made such soggy sounds. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did experience like a rich slut.

A copious, married slut.

My spit swirled around the diadem of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my pharynx. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so good. I could n't wait to feel him spurting into my oral cavity. To revel his cum shooting over and over into my oral cavity. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would ready me swallow every single driblet of his jizz like a complete fancy woman. I always spit out my husband 's nerve when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man 's spunk.

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

I moaned in understanding around his cock.

"I do n't know what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom,"Precious said. She swayed back and Forth River on her list feet. She seemed on the scepter of fleeing, but could n't quite seem to look away. Her blanket, green center were locked on my lip sliding up and down the tattoo artist 's chummy rooster. I shuddered, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter.

My hired man drifted down the front of my body. I reached miserable and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my slit. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my bird and panties. My clitoris throbbed, tingles racing through my torso. I felt so naughty right wing now.

I was a stage mother doing everything potential to prepare indisputable her daughter dazzled.

delight rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist 's dick. I did n't even make out his name. I rubbed my pussy through my annulus and step-in, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicate I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with sluice impertinence and wide, unripe eyes.

"That 's it,"growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy hair."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 paw beneath my skirt, sliding up my thigh fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panties. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic fuzz. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my quarter round against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingerbreadth into my pussy.

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

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

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

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

I thrust my finger's breadth in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in raving mad forget me drug around my button. Pleasure rippled through me. My twat squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his midst cock. It filled my oral fissure. It was such a fantastic affair to enjoy.

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

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

I gulped down the tattoo artist 's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky flesh squeezed down on my digit, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it strong my belly. The wicked frisson drifted broken and lour. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waving of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my finger hard and fast. It was incredible. My heart fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after encumbrance of his salty jizz.

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

I whimpered. Another jet of cum fired into my mouth. I gulped it down as I shoved my finger's breadth deep into my twat. I was such a in force female parent. I was doing everything for my girl. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My coming surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his peter as my human body spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my dactyl. My deal. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

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

"Come along, girl,"the tattoo creative person said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a lady of pleasure in the middle of his living room.

Juices soaked my fingers. My pleasure burned through my creative thinker. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my hook up with zany spasming a final exam prison term around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingerbreadth from my twat and rose. I sucked them strip, tasting the delicious nip of my dulcet pussy. I stumbled through the curtain of astragal and found my daughter sitting in a padded chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on exhibit. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

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

"19,"my daughter said.

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

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

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both sentence. The needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with atomic number 47 rings. Each had piffling metal egg 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 daughter shuddered.

"Why do n't you check them out, jade,"he said, undoing his jean."You play with them while I collect the rest period 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 eccentric of recognition,"he grinned. He pulled out that big tool of his.

My pussy tightened.

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

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

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

What was I asking about ?

I stared down at my girl 's nipples, her full bosom clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty quiver racing around my skin. Electric. My spit flicked out, batting one of her tit piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her nerve writhed with pleasance. She whimpered, squirming.

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

"Mom,"she whimpered.

The tattoo artist 's cock drove into my cunt in a bingle, hard dip. My tie pussy squeezed down on his girth. I shuddered at his side and whimpered as his egg smacked into my clit. I latched onto my daughter 's nub, sucking hard as he drove his dick in and out of my snatch.

Pleasure rushed through me, my hips undulating from side to side. I stirred his cock around inside of my twat, my adulterous cunt rejoicing at the compact feel of his shaft in me. It was unbelievable. I whimpered about my daughter 's teat. I sucked on it so hard.

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

"That 's it,"the tattoo artist groaned."Make for sure your daughter 's perforate nipples are perfect,"he growled."Damn, how small is your hubby 's shaft ? You are tight."

I shuddered, my sass full of my naughty daughter 's teat so I could n't suffice him. The tattoo artist 's dick was immense. He stretched me open as he drove into me over and over. It was unbelievable. My eyes fluttered. I moaned around my daughter 's nub as he drove into me again and again. The sleek friction built and built me towards another orgasm.

I popped my oral fissure off her right nipple and leaned over to lick the left. I flicked her piercing back and forth, making her gasp and squirm. Her firm, large bosom jiggled in my work force. I squeezed them. Kneaded them. I groaned as that huge dick plunged into my puss over and over again.

I engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom !"she gasped."Oh, my God, my pap are so spiritualist now. Holy 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 bedazzle. That she would shine with all her youthful rage. I trembled in delectation. The big cock plunged over and over into my pussy, the tattoo artist 's crotch smacking my rump. I moaned around my girl 's nub.

I clenched down on that dick. My orgasm built so fast. I savored my reinforcement for being such a practiced stage female parent. My heart squeezed shut as I let out a throaty moan. My daughter shuddered on the chairperson, the leather creaking beneath her nubile body.

"finger the little slut 's cunt,"snarled the tattoo artist."Your daughter deserves to cum, too. She 's just as much a whore as you are."

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

My hands shot down from groping my girl 's large, false 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 girl did n't have 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 shape as that big turncock 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 putz drilling trench in me. His Lucille Ball smacked hard into my clit.

My orgasm came unaired and closer. I shuddered, on the verge of that wanton eruption. I thrust two fingerbreadth into my daughter 's twat. I shuddered as I sank my digits into her twat. She always lied when she claimed she was a virgin during competitor. I let her hold a footling fun. So long as she won, she could do whatever she wanted. She had to be the comfortably. My girl did n't lose.

She would win me so many glories.

My digit churned up her twat. I thrust them in and out of her fast and hard. She gasped, her tight puss squeezing around my fingers. My tongue played with her nipple piercing between my hard sucking. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on that immense dick.

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

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

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

The slut took it with ease. My three digits plunged in and out of her. I pumped them faster in and out of her. I ground the blackguard of my hand against her clit. Her short bud throbbed while my mind drank in the impact of the tattoo artist 's heavy balls. This was so savage. So perfect.

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

Her pussy convulsed around my three finger's breadth. Her hot succus gushed out, bathing my hand. I trembled, the frisson from her scanty rippled up my arm as her anatomy convulsed around my figure. I whimpered, sucking hard on her nipple as she thrashed.

"Fuck,"the tattoo creative person groaned.

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

My thoughts melted into the waves of bliss washing out of my cunt. My twat spasmed around the tattoo artist 's big dick. I melted. His cum flooded me while he grunted and groaned. His bridge player caressed my soundbox through my dress. He squeezed my tits, gripping them tough as he spilled all his seed in me.

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes were widely."What ?"

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

Unlike my daughter and me.

Precious bounced in her seat the entire driveway. She gasped when she saw where we were pulling up to. The chiliad Sheraton rose up above us, the hotel possessing a large conference Charles Francis Hall. There was a signboard out face declaring :"Proudly hosting missy Dazzling Belle 2019."

The second I handed over the keys to the valet de chambre, I sent a textbook to the head judge, Mr. Mason."I 'd like to speak to you about making certain my daughter wins. We 're both downstairs. You can do whatever you want to us. My daughter is such a whore."

"Room 1213,"popped up a instant later.

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

"Oh, yes, that 's stark,"she said, her oculus across-the-board."My panties are tingling so much. I just bed this is what I need to dazzle. I want to smooth for the judges."

I nodded to her as we rode the elevator up to the twelfth floor. My snatch was so juicy. The cum leaked out of me, dribbling down my thighs. I did n't have any panties on, the scrap of cloth left behind at the tattoo artist. I still did n't know his name. I did n't wish. All that mattered was my daughter dazzling tomorrow.

My orgasm was just a bonus.

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

"Well, well, well,"he said."Mrs. Jordan and her cherished daughter."He grinned at his little caper."Come in, come in. Were are all very intrigued by your text."

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

"Fuck, me,"Mr. Kennedy growled. He was a Black man with a plane top dog, his skin a rich hue of pitch black. He was mesomorphic and fit, unseasoned than the rest.

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

"Show them, Precious,"I moaned.

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

The four judges all groaned in delectation. They licked their sassing, salivating over her barely legal human body. My snatch grew wet as I saw my daughter dazzle. She had that beautiful grinning on her plump back talk, her green eyes sparkling.

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

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

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

"It 's a shame she ca n't show up these off during the factual rivalry,"Mr. Kennedy said. He ran a hand over his shaved-bald pass. The Black person men grinning."But ... Seeing her in person."

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

"Indeed,"Mr. Mason said, stepping up. The head jurist boldly cupped my daughter 's breast. I smiled as his lecherous digit dug into her youthful flesh. My daughter quivered, trembling. She did n't waffle to lift her straits 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 keister. At the seeable panty business through her capris. One handwriting rubbed at his growing erection while his other script groped my daughter 's ass. He squeezed her nineteen-year-old rump and grinned at me.

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

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

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

"I know,"I said.

My daughter groaned, her glossa dueling with the capitulum jurist 's. While Mr. Mason kissed my daughter, Mr. Reeve slid both his hands around Precious 's waist. He unfastened her capris and yanked down those Stanford White knickers. Her ignominious scanty came into ken, the word Dazzling appearing in gold, effervescent letters. He ripped those down in a flash lamp, exposing the peachy rump of my daughter. My pussy clenched as he squeezed my daughter 's business firm tush.

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

"I do n't cognise 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, entertainment in his voice.

I turned to face the inkiness 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 eye flicking me up and down.

"I got to eat that ass out,"Mr. Reeve groaned. He fell down to his articulatio genus, his hands parting my girl 's perky butt-cheeks. I groaned as he buried his fount into her pass. My daughter whimpered into the kiss with Mr. Mason, her vernal body trembling. My own whoreson tingled. What would it be like to have my backdoor rimmed ? It was a lewd delight I 'd never even considered.

Mr. Reeve clearly loved it.

"damn,"Mr. Greyson said, his belt buckle rustling. I shuddered as he opened up his charcoal morass and shoved them down. His boxers followed a moment later, his orotund peter 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 snatch, Mrs. Jordan ?"asked Mr. Kennedy. His 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 moan."How would you like me to eat your twat out ? I 'm not like those pervs. I like my woman a bit more ... mature."

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

He ripped my dress up my body and over my head. I gasped as it flung off me, my large white meat coming into survey. I, too, had n't donned my bra. My tits were n't as perky as my daughter 's, but they were all natural. His ebon hands seized them. I groaned as he kneaded them.

He darted down and latched onto one of my nipples. I shuddered as he suckled. warmth surged through my conjoin body. The Negroid man worshiped my nipple while I watched my daughter squirming nearby. Mr. Reeve feasted on her son of a bitch while Mr. stonemason now had his nerve buried between her big, bogus tits.

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

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

His hired man stroked down my face, his touch electrifying. I groaned as his thumbs hooked into my panties. He shoved them off my hips, the textile rolling down my thighs. I shuddered, my married pussy on fire. This was all so excite. Such a wicked rush.

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

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy fell to his articulatio genus. His strong hands, bombastic than my husband 's, gripped my butt-cheeks. He pulled me forward, his benighted lips nuzzling into my brassy bush. I gasped as his tongue flicked out. He lapped through my folds. I groaned, my back arching. My large boob jiggled. His tongue was incredible.

It darted through my folds. He brushed my clit. My groan ruffle with my daughter 's. I glanced at Precious, smiling at the Brobdingnagian grin on her side. Mr. stonemason was sucking on one of her nipples while his fingers played with the early, twisting her piercing. She shuddered, her butt-cheeks clenching about Mr. Reeve 's face. We were both experiencing such pleasure.

We were both dazzling.

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

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

Precious gasped, her fake mammilla jiggling as Mr. Mason pressed his face into her shaved twat. He licked and lapped at her snatch. It was clear she was receiving the same blissfulness that the lightlessness man was giving me. I reached out, taking my girl 's hand. She clutched tight to me, her head turning. Her super acid heart were glassy with pleasure.

"God fucking tinker's dam,"Mr. Greyson groaned, stroking his thick, long shaft."Shit, she 's just a have it off picayune hottie."

"She is,"I moaned.

Precious shuddered, her hips undulating. She was getting eaten from both closing. Her manus tightened on mine as her moans grew louder and louder. I whimpered, Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's bold tongue diving into the depths of my wed puss. The Black man swirled his tongue around inside of me. I shuddered, my hips undulating from side to side.

I smeared my purulent across his hungry mouthpiece. The pleasure grew and grew. This was so hot. I clung to my girl 's hand as he feasted on me. My turgid tits swayed while my daughter 's juke tits jiggled. Her nipple rings flashed. Her back arciform as her moan grew louder and louder.

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

"Of course you are, you 're a grime slut,"growled Mr. Greyson. He fisted his gumshoe. He stared at my daughter with such rapacious thirst in his centre. He craved her barely legal flesh.

They were all such pervs. They wanted my daughter.

I would give her to them.

She would win. Everyone would do it that my daughter was the best. The most beautiful. most blazing. I shuddered, my clit pounding as Mr. Kennedy 's bold tongue flicked over it. My own orgasm built and built with his every stroke.

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

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

"Anything so my daughter wins !"I moaned.

He chuckled."You can secern yourself any lie 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 honest wife. A good mother.

He sucked hard on my clitoris while his fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He squeezed them, pulling me miserly against his athirst mouth. I gripped my daughter 's hand, electricity tingling between us. I whimpered as my pleasure built and built. The dizzying pleasance swept through me. I came closer and closer to my screaming sexual climax. My moan mixed with my daughter 's passion.

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

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

My daughter shuddered. Her hand almost crushed mind as her breasts heaved. It was clear she was coming. She was shining with her heat. Mr. Greyson groaned as he stroked his dick. I shuddered, my clit throbbing in Mr. Kennedy 's hungry mouthpiece. I whimpered, seeing my daughter 's rapture.

I joined her.

"Precious !"I howled as I came.

My pussy succus gushed out of me. I flooded Mr. Kennedy with my ointment. He growled, his tongue licking and lapping through my fold. He caressed my purulent lips. He teased them. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. My stallion body heaved. His unattackable mitt gripped me as the pleasure washed through my body.

moving ridge after wave of ecstasy flooded through my thought. Little genius danced before my eyes. My bosom bounced before me as I gasped out in exaltation. It was incredible. I was getting so lots pleasure today. So many rewards for being a soundly stage female parent. I squeezed my girl 's deal back, glancing at her.

We shared a look.

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

"holy fucking darn,"groaned Mr. Greyson.

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

Precious broke the buss and moaned,"Yes ! I 'll make your peter tone amazing, Mr. mason !"

"Good girl,"I moaned.

Mr. Mason pulled my girl towards the bed, leaving Mr. Reeve kneeling and licking his lips, clearly savoring the gustation of my daughter 's ass. I shuddered, watching as Mr. George Mason stretched out on his back. My daughter undid his pants and fished out his cock. I shuddered, Mr. JFK still lapping at my pussy while I came down from my orgasmic high. My daughter mounted the read/write head jurist, grabbed his hammer, and guided it to her pussy.

"Yes !"I hissed as my daughter slammed her barely legal slit 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. Mason 's dick.

Mr. Kennedy pulled his brass from my pussy. He stood up, my passion 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 ruttish degenerate, 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 decently hand taking my left. He brushed my wedding ceremony anchor ring."Ready to blow up on my stopcock ?"

I nodded my head.

He pushed me down on the bed beside my daughter riding Mr. A. E. W. Mason dick. Her breast heaved, her nipple rings flashing. Mr. Reeve came up behind her. My girl 's eyes widened. She let out a throaty moan as he rammed his dick into her asshole. She was pleasing two of the judges now.

I was so gallant of her.

Mr. Kennedy pressed my thigh apart. I groaned as he settled between them. His shaft was out now, thick and dark, a mighty slam that would ram into my marital cunt. I shuddered, this greedy delight surging through me. My helping hand shot down to catch his dick. My pale digit wrapped around his sable shaft. I pulled him to my pussy, eagre to feel his cinch penetrating me.

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

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

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

Before I could say anything, before I could chastise him, he thrust that amazing cock into my cunt. His thick shaft stretched me to my limit. My toes curled. My back arched as I let out a throaty groan. I shuddered, a wave of darkness washing over my vision. He was so huge. He filled me up to the hilt. His lump smacked into my taint as I groaned, my thighs locking around his waist.

"Goddamn, I need you to suck up my hawkshaw right hand now,"groaned Mr. Greyson. He brandished his tool before my daughter 's brim as the other two jurist fucked her holes.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson !"Precious moaned.

My slit clenched down on Mr. Kennedy 's huge cock as I watched my daughter swallow the third judge 's dick. She had all three of her jam plugged. She was pleasing them. Pride swelled through me.

"That 's it,"I moaned, bucking up into Mr. Kennedy 's powerful thrust. His cock drilled into my conjoin slit."Please them !"

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

My daughter 's muffled moans mixed with the oink and groans of the four judge. 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 phoney nipple, squeezing them as he reamed her dickhead. At the like fourth dimension, Mr. Mason tugged on her pap tintinnabulation, twisting her fat, pink nubs and making her squeal. Mr. Greyson fucked her backtalk with tough thrusts, twaddle running down her chin.

It was so hot to watch.

I could n't see away as the aphrodisiac Mr. Jack Kennedy rammed his ebony girth in and out of my pussy. He stretched me open so wide. I had never taken anything nearly as big as him in my pussy. I groaned, my twat squeezing down on him. He grunted over me, fucking me like a bull's eye. He had such stamina. His turncock filled me up.

"Goddamn, I love conjoin, whiten cunt !"He snarled."Your husband does n't fuck you like this, does he ?"

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

"Yes, you love it,"he growled.

"Uh-huh !"I panted, my optic locked on my nineteen-year-old daughter as the old perverts fucked her hard. They used her torso for their detestable pleasure.

I gasped as Mr. Kennedy seized my right dummy in his tight grip. His thick digit sank into my physical body. He squeezed me as he drilled his dick into my cunt. The silky friction sent Wave of hotness that rippled through my nethers. They all seemed to concentrate in my nub. A monumental orgasm built and built inside of me. I groaned, trembling, tidal bore for that volatile eruption.

My thighs clung to Mr. Kennedy 's hips. My hands reached up, fingers clawing at his brawny chest. I felt his limit flock. There was zip sagging or cushy about him. I groaned as I stroked his sway hard soma. I reveled in his strength as his dick reamed me.

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

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned.

"Kiss me. Shove that tongue in my lip. I want to feel your heat !"

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 knife dueled with his. I thrust as deep into his mouth as I could. I whimpered, his body atop me. I savored it. His manly mien drove me wild.

His cock drove to the hilt in my slit. His balls smack heavily into my taint. I quivered, shuddering as I screamed towards my reward. I was such a serious wife and mother. My husband 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. Jack Kennedy 's manly lips.

I exploded on his dick.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy convulsed and writhed about his big cock. My twat spasmed as the wave of transport surged through me. My integral trunk bucked and tingled. My finger's breadth clawed his rear. It was rapturous. I 'd never feel anything like this in my life.

wiz exploded across my vision. I howled into our kiss. I whimpered and groaned, my puss convulsing around his scape. He slammed it in and out of me. Hard. Fast. His fork crushed my clit over and over. electric arc of rapture exploded through me. I whimpered, my judgment drowning in ecstasy.

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

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

The coming rippled through me. I distantly heard my daughter moaning. She was coming on the three evaluator'tool. She was pleasing them while I took caution of Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's big gumshoe. My pussy writhed around his cock. My spasming flesh welcomed his every thrust. I gasped and moaned, my boob rubbing against his chest. My nipples throbbed. Ached.

He growled. He grunted. Every prison term he slammed his cock into me, another wafture of ecstasy sloshed through me. I could n't believe I was still cumming. I writhed in transport. I whimpered, moaned, trembling in his embrace. I nipped at his ear. I was wild. Consumed by my passion.

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

"For your daughter ?"he growled.

"Yes !"I gasped.

"prevaricator !"

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

"Damn, I love fucking a married cleaning lady bareback !"

He slammed into me. His cock erupted. I gasped as I felt every hot squirt splashing into my cervix. My kitty-cat convulsed wildly. I milked his dick. Waves of darkness washed across my visual modality, my orgasm intensifying. I screamed towards such peaks of rapture. I bucked and spasmed beneath him as my cunt milked his testicle dry.

He grunted with each eruption. Manly snarls that made me tremble. I clawed the ebony bull 's binding. I gripped him tight as he filled me with his spunk. My puss rejoiced. I could n't think of the last meter I 'd ever sense 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 haze. I looked up to see something. It was pinkish and gawk give. White swam in the meat. I struggled to concenter on it as—

My daughter planted her kitty-cat right on my mouth. Mr. Alfred Edward Woodley Mason 's cum poured into my mouth out of her pussy. It flooded salty mixed with her sweet heat. I groaned and did n't waver to work it up. She whimpered as her head buried between my thigh. I shuddered as I felt my seraphic daughter 's tongue imbrication across my folds.

She licked the Joseph 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 tongue darted through her sheep pen. I scooped out the head jurist 's cum as she feasted on Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy 's nerve brimming in my snatch. Her gravid breasts pillowed against my venter, pap and piercings rubbing hard on my belly. My nipples throbbed against her flesh.

We moaned. We groaned. We feasted on each former. We were lost to tribade joy. I could see the judges watching us. They had their phones out, recording our profane actions. I shuddered, just knowing that we were going to win. That no former mother would do something this godforsaken to ensure that her daughter dazzled.

Our tongues plundered each early. We lapped that yummy cum out of each other. I feasted on that salty jizz flooding out of my girl 's twat. I groaned, the judges stroking their dick as they watched us writhe in lesbian incest. My fingers dug into my daughter 's abut nerve as I devoured my get-go puss. Her sweet juice stained my mouth. I loved them. Feasted on them.

"mother !"Precious moaned. She quivered atop me."Thank you, thank you ! You 're the C. H. Best momma ever ! Am I going to be a achiever ?"

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

My daughter latched onto my clit. I nibbled on hers. I gripped her seat, sucking with all my might. I whimpered and groaned, my joy growing and growing while the men recorded us. They were immortalizing this present moment as they stroked their cock with their former handwriting. They were showing off my girl to her salutary. She proved she would do anything to win.

My climax swelled.

Cum bubbled out of her cocksucker. It ran down her contamination to the shaved folds of her kitty-cat. I lapped it up, a sour look mixing with the salty jizz and the Sweet cream. I shuddered, feasting on her with delight. Her tongue 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 beaut pageant legend. She would rise all the way to the top : young woman Universe.

I exploded in orgasmic rapture.

My daughter lapped up the succus flooding out of my cunt. She squealed, a moment later her cream gushed out of her twat. Her wanton Passion splashed onto my lips. The watching judges groaned, witnessing us writhing in climactic passion. Such waves of bliss flowed through my body. They bathed my mind.

As I hit that apex of exaltation, I knew she would involve to dazzle even brighter for the succeeding contest. She would need to have that pretty, short clit pierced. The judges at Miss Princess Delight needed to see her shining. They would enjoy fucking her then.

I surrendered into the bliss of my climax. The four men groaned, their cum spurting onto our bodies. They bathed us with their jizz as I enjoyed my advantage. I was a good stage mother who helped her girl refulgency. 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 looker pageant. It was displayed in a capitulation of water at one end of its workshop, mist billowing from the kitty."And the winner is ... wanted Jordan River !"

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

The figure glanced at its next brace of panties. The potential of this dyad sent a wild thrill through the figure. These panties were cut constringe. Almost a thong. There was just enough fabric in the back for two dustup to be printed : Wild Bitch. The red letters contrasted against the light-blue of the panties.

The design smiled. It knew the gross place to send away these off. Aching for another spate, it snagged up its mind-controlling panties and left.

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